Child of Light and the All Seeing Eye [M]

She would start to say something before a moan escaped her lips and cut her off. Then she would begin to speak again and pause, before swearing by something, or someone he had never heard before. What was Hala? Why was it something worthy of swearing by? He was not sure, and at the moment he had far too many things on his mind to care. Or rather, he only had one thing on his mind, and that was the blonde haired woman in his arms. As he kissed his way up her collarbone her answer would come easily enough, she wanted actions, she wanted to continue to physical intimacy. Fine then, when she leaned forward and took his hair in her hands and pull his face to hers he would let her. Her lips would taste of nectar and he let himself go into that kiss. It was fervent, passionate, and he heart thudded in his chest at what was coming next. He was equal parts excited and nervous. He had never done anything like this before but he was loving every single second of it.

His hands would still be on her back but he would move them down to her waist before standing, taking her up with him and never breaking the kiss as he did. Once he was standing he would carry the woman to the bed before dropping her onto it, breaking the kiss at that point with great reluctance. He wanted that taste again, needed it. Assuming she was safely deposited onto the bed he would unbutton his dress shirt and toss it onto the chair before removing the undershirt. The scarf he wore was intermingled with the dress shirt but that didn't matter. Once he was bare chested he would lean over the edge and move to kiss her again, deeply, while pressing her body against her and relishing in the warmth of their skin making contact. Provided the kiss continued for a time he would break it to speak honestly. "I'm new to this I'll admit, feel free to guide me if you wish.." He would say, his tone a strange amalgamation of nervousness, embarrassment, and hunger.

As Madrigal’s hands went to her waist and he began to stand Zoe would wrap her legs around his hips gently to hold herself up. She continued to kiss him fervently while he carried her, releasing her hold of him as she felt him let her go. As she fell backwards onto the bed she would laugh with delight at the sensation of bouncing on the mattress beneath her. Pushing herself up onto her elbows Zoe would watch appreciatively as Madrigal removed the clothing from his torso. “You are very pleasing to look at, Madrigal.” She would murmur as she watched him, her bright blue eyes lighting up as he leaned over to kiss her again. She would move her arms to his back as she returned his kiss, moaning softly as he pressed his naked flesh against hers.

A wistful sigh would escape her lips as he broke their kiss yet again and she would look into his white eyes as he spoke. She could tell from the tone of his voice that speaking of being ‘new to this’ with her caused him some small amount of embarrassment. She was vaguely aware of the concept, that being inexperienced was considered by some to be shameful. Although she could not for the life of her understand why. Almost every experience she’d had since her arrival had been a new one, and she wasn’t ashamed of that at all. If anything she considered it the height of pleasure as every experience she’d had was filled with the excitement that only comes with something new. “This is new to me as well Madrigal. I’ve observed this many, many times. But I’ve never experienced it for myself. As for guiding you, well, I have no idea what anything beyond what we’ve already done will feel like, so I’m probably just as lost as you. Though to start we both need less clothing. Help me take off mine?”

Her fervent kiss as he moved stoked an inner fire in him that he had never experienced himself. He felt his want, his need for her grow with each breath and as he dropped her and she laughed with delight he would feel his heart skip at the sound. When her words as he stripped his upper body clothing reached him he would grin boyishly at her before responding. "Not half as pleasing to look at as you are, Zoe." His tone laced with desire and a primal appreciation. The kiss and her moan would send his mind spinning. Their naked bodies pressing together felt incredible but he wanted more. When he broke the kiss and spoke with his embarrassed, and honest words she would respond in kind. Although he was curious where she had observed it 'many many times'. Although the knowledge that they were both going into new experiences together was heartening. He point of them needing less clothing to continue was well taken and when she asked him to help her the same grin from earlier returned before he took her lips in his again.

This time however his hands would move to hook into her skirt and panties and he would pull both down in one motion. They would catch on her boots of course but he intended to take care of that in a moment. For a time he deeply enjoyed the taste of her lips and once her underclothes were pulled down he would bring his hands back up to pull her tightly against him
Once again he would relish the feel of their flesh pressing together before he broke the kiss. This time it wouldn't be to speak though. Instead he would begin to kiss his way down her neck, her collar bone, move his way down her beasts, spending a few moments on each in turn before continuing. His mouth would kiss down her stomach. By then he would be kneeling on the side of the bed with her upon the edge of it. He would look up at her, making direct eye contact if he could as he slowly slipped off her boots one by one and set them aside. Then he would take her skirt and panties and slide them fully off of her, also tossing them lightly aside. Once this was done he would give her a small little smirk. "Tell me, what specifically do you want to experience next?" he would ask openly. The tone of his question was innocent enough but the underlying tone of it was most certainly not. He knew what he intended to do, kiss his way back up her legs and stopping at her 'flower' and seeing what that tasted like. However he had a feeling that hearing her say it, hearing her want him to would be..well...hot as hell. It was something he wanted to experience.

Zoe blushed at the compliment, not out of shyness or embarrassment but out of sincere appreciation of Madrigal’s attention. She enjoyed his grin at her suggestion of them wearing less clothing, though as he kissed her again she wondered if perhaps he meant to tease her and not actually follow through with her suggestion. She was quickly relieved of that thought as she felt him also remove her skirt and panties in one smooth motion, she pressed herself eagerly against him as more of her was exposed. Soft sighs of pleasure would be heard as he kissed his way down her neck, across her breasts and down to her stomach. Each kiss caused her to squirm beneath his lips, her body unconsciously moving closer to him.

As he knelt and removed her boots and her clothing she would flex her legs to aid him and then rest her heels on the edge of the bed, propping herself up on her elbows again to look down at him and hold his gaze. His smirk was quite appealing and his tone of voice promised of more enjoyment to come. As he spoke she would stretch her right leg forward to rest against the back of his left shoulder blade, a smile on her face as she gently pushed herself closer to him with her arms while attempting to pull him closer to her with her leg. “I want you to taste me.” Her own voice was laced with desire as she kept her eyes locked on his.

The soft sighs of pleasure from her as he kissed his way down her form, and each squirm he elicited from him only spurred him on more and more. He loved kissing her, loved the nectar flavoured skin she seemed to have and as he spoke up to her, telling her to tell him what she wanted next the leg she would outstretch and place upon the back of his shoulder would cause his grin to widen. Especially when she began to inch her way closer to him with her arms and pull him closer to her with her leg. "As you command." He would say, it would almost be a whisper as he began to kiss his way up her legs again, teasing her slowly as he worked his way up. He kissed her calves, her thighs, and every time he would linger longer. Every time he got closer and closer to her desire he would linger just a bit. Until finally he would reach the heart of her womanhood. He would kiss the area around it a few times, just to tease her further before finally using his tongue and sliding it into her.

If he thought she tasted of nectar before than this was something on an entirely different level. He instinctively found himself pressing against her, barely remembering not to hurt her with the action and he restrained himself from performing his actions recklessly. He had a goal here, and that was to bring this woman pleasure. He had to keep that firmly in mind, he worked his tongue out of her before slowly moving it up to her nub and circling it softly, being keeping his pace slow. He did this for a few moments before lightly flicking his tongue over it before returning to circling it again. He would pick up the pace as time went on. His hands would move up to hold onto the outside of her thighs as he worked with his tongue. He couldn't speak given the nature of his actions but he would listen closely to the sounds she made, any words she said, using them as a guide to adjust what he was doing to ensure that he brought her the maximum amount of pleasure.

Madrigal’s kisses up her legs were incredible, each one lingering longer and making her crave him more. It was also mildly frustrating, not in an unpleasant way though, so she merely squirmed and sighed as she felt her desire rise. When she finally felt his tongue enter her she would gasp loudly, her leg against his back gripping him more tightly as she sought to pull him further in. To say she was in heaven would be an understatement. Every flick of Madrigal’s tongue caused her to tense more and more and she felt herself being propelled to what she could only assume was release.

Zoe moaned and sighed, reaching her hands forward and lacing her fingers through his silky black hair as his ministrations caused her breath to quicken. She smiled as she looked down at him, her mouth partially open as she couldn’t stop making noise. After several minutes of Madrigal’s worship she felt the coiling tension in her core reach a crescendo and all at once her hands and legs would grip harder as she wailed and climaxed, calling out to the light of her people as she did. All of her observations had done nothing to prepare her for how release would feel, and she felt a distinct dissociation between mind and body as waves of pleasure crashed over her. It felt like an eternity, but was only a few moments, and finally she would relax her grip as she fought to control her breathing. Looking down again at the white eyed Hyuga she would smile dreamily and run her fingers through his hair. “That was amazing Madrigal.” Her voice was soft and languid as she spoke, and with some effort she would attempt to prop herself up again, tugging at the man to encourage him to come closer.

The feeling of her squirming under his ministrations only made it that made harder to keep from taking her then and there. His own desire rose more and more as every single delicious motion of hers was done. They were like inaudible cries for more and he would happily deliver it as he finally reached her core and began his work. When he entered her the gasp she made was all he needed to know that she was already enjoying it immensely and he didn't let up, wanting to bring the woman as much pleasure as possible from this. Her leg against his back seemed to be trying to pull him in further the tightening pressure against him acting as a spur to make him go faster or harder and he obliged the woman.

Her felt her hands in his hair, threading through his dark locks and her breathing rated hiked up. His eyes would be on hers the entire time and he would see the smile upon her features as he worked and she moaned, always driving him further. Between the nectar like taste of her, and the inviting noises she was making it was a wonder he hadn't lost his mind and taken her yet. All of a sudden the grips of her legs and hands would tighten as she screamed loudly and she shuddered hard against him as he successfully brought her to release. He would pause while she did, calmly kissing her thighs again as she finally calmed down a cat happy smile would grace her features as she gently ran her fingers through his hair.  Her words would cause a smile to come to lips and as she tugged gently to guide him up to her he would do so, but taking his time to do so and gently kissing his way up her body once more. From her thighs to her abdomen, to her beasts, before moving up her collar bone and then moving to kiss her deeply. That would last for a time before he broke the kiss and looked into her eyes. His own breathing a tad ragged to do his own desire as he spoke. "Your next desire my flower queen?" He would ask, his voice heavy with want and need a small, insufferable little smirk on his features.. He knew what he wanted but he had rather enjoyed hearing her tell him what she wanted before. He wanted her to do it again and as he spoke he would pull their bodies close once more, relishing in the feel of hers against hers. His bottom clothing was still on but they could be removed within moments. The only question, and he didn't think it was much of a question, was if she wanted that to happen her not.

Zoe was in absolute heaven. Well, she wasn’t, she was on Earth. But it might as well have been the mythological place. Her first orgasm had been even better than she thought it would be. And she had a lot of thoughts on the subject, having had quite a long time to form them. As she gently tugged at Madrigal he responded in a manner that drew more soft sighs and smiling from her as he slowly kissed his way back up to her face, where she hungrily returned his kiss and wrapped her arms and legs around him.

She smiled up at him as he asked her what she desired next. The answer was plainly obvious though she did appreciate him asking, even with that smirk. She leaned up and kissed him again, sighing happily as she pulled away and spoke her desire. “My desire is you, inside of me.” Her hands would move to the waist of his pants, fumbling about as she tried to undo them without ever having attempted such before, and drawing a tiny comical whine of frustration from the woman.

Her arms and legs wrapped around him as their lips once more and he felt his desire and could almost think he sensed hers rising with each passing moment. At his question she would kiss him again before sighing happily and answering, her words sending a shiver down his spine. Her hands would move to his waist, working to remove his pants and was not having luck with the task. Her tiny whine of frustration elicited a chuckle from him before he reached down himself and loosened the belt and the button holding his pants together. The clothing would nearly fall down on their own and he'd assist by kicking them off somewhere across the room, it didn't matter anymore. Finally he'd reach down and pull his boxer down, and kick them across the floor. Now, both of them finally naked to each other he would move to kiss her again, this time much softer than before. As he did he would position himself before her opening and once he was he would break the kiss and look into her eyes.

The sweet taste of nectar still on his lips and tongue and his heart pounding as he wanted more of it, craved more of it, he would refrain, instead forgoing a kiss in this moment as he sheathed himself fully into her. The sensation drawing a sharp inhalation from him as their bodies became one. He held her tightly against him the heat of their bodies playing off one another as he began to thrust into her in a slow, but rhythmic motion. Once that began he would kiss her again, his walls of restraint shattering utterly as he lost himself in her completely. Words wouldn't be spoken by him, not now, all that mattered were the actions and every one of them screamed that he wanted more.

Madrigal’s chuckle at her frustration made her pout for a second before grinning along with him. She found his enthusiasm infectious, and she couldn’t help but be more excited as she finally felt his skin against hers with no fabric to separate them. A small shiver ran through her as she felt his shaft press against her, the small shiver turning into shudder as he entered her in one smooth motion. She clung to him and moaned appreciatively as she felt a sense of completeness that somehow left her wanting more.

As he began thrusting into her slowly her breath would catch and she would return his kiss eagerly. As he had first entered her there had been the tiniest amount of discomfort but it had quickly passed, now all she felt was overwhelming pleasure. Each thrust of his shaft inside her brought another muffled moan, her cheeks flushing with desire as she enjoyed being held tightly in Madrigal’s arms. She wanted more of him and she would wrap her legs around him, pulling herself up and angling her hips to encourage him to go deeper.

As he entered her he felt her cling to him and heard her moan as he filled her and when he began to thrust and kiss her she would return it with eagerness. Her muffled moans into the kiss would only cause him to want her more, if that was even possible at that point and when she wrapped her arms around him and angled her hips to give him better access he sped his pace up and found a good rhythm. He would break the kiss, wanting to hear her moans unmuffled. With their lips no longer interlocked he would actually stand up straighter, he was standing next to the bed with her laying on the surface of it on her back.

His hands would move down to grip around her hips as he began to thrust into her at a harder pace, his pale eyes meeting hers as he felt his own flush of desire rise. His breathing began to labor after a time of this but he continued, feeling an overpowering desire to bring the woman as much pleasure as he could. As felt a bead of sweat begin to trail down his forehead as he moved and he ignored it, how much time had passed? He wasn’t sure, and he didn’t really care.

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Experience has been claimed up to this point ^_^ Count restarts next post.

She could have kissed him forever, and she did want to, so when he broke their kiss another small and playful pout would form on her lips. It didn’t last long however as her lips parted in gasps and moans evoked by his rhythmic thrusts. With him standing straighter as she lay on her back near the edge of the bed she had the opportunity to watch him while moved inside of her. The visual of him above her was intoxicating and she would smile up at him, her eyes only leaving his to pore appreciatively over his form.

When Madrigal’s hands moved to her hips to grip her tighter she would move her own hands overtop of his, moaning in approval at the increased power and speed of his thrusts. She would shift her legs to hook them around his hips and waist, pulling herself up from the bed slightly and causing his shaft to bring her new pleasure as it hit deeper than before. She would groan and shudder as ripples of pleasure shot through her and she would beam up at him. She could feel herself getting closer to climaxing again and her hands would trail down to between her legs and she would bite her lower lip as she teased herself even closer while staring into his beautiful white eyes.

Her playful pout as he stood made him grin at her and as he gripped her hips to facilitate his thrusts into her she would place her hands atop his. Her moans of approval and pleasure were all he needed to know that she no longer minded that he had broken their kiss. As her legs wrapped around his waist and shifted herself by pulling herself off the bed slightly he too would let a moan of approval escape his lips. His eyes would drink in her naked form as she acted, stimulating herself as well. He would find himself wanting more and more of her as the erotic visual of her body reacting to him continued to stimulate him. The thin sheen of sweat reflected the light in an intoxicating way and he felt his own thrust instinctively pick up more force. This would go well with her shifting as he hit both deeper and harder and he felt something building up as he moved.

His hands would shift from her hips and his arms would wrap around her waist as he bent his knee's slightly. Then he would begin to thrust into her with all of the force of his legs and hips, using his arms to hold her in place as he continued his actions with significantly more force and speed. It also had the added bonus or putting their lips close together again and his automatically sought hers and provided they found them would capture them in a heated kiss as his own internal pressure mounted rapidly and all once he would break the kiss and moan as he felt himself release explosively into her. His arms instinctively held her fast against him and his gripped her back as he felt the rush of release come in mind numbing bursts. He held her tightly too him, even after his release ended as he caught his breath. His hair matted to him lightly and he would find her lips again for a much more gentle kiss before moving to lay her down onto the bed and move next to her, not letting his hands leaves her for anything more than a moment in the act. Then he would lay there next to her, looking at her with pale white eyes a he breathed heavily, working to catch his breath.

As Madrigal moaned in approval to her shifting her position she would smile up at him. She adored the sounds he made as it let her know he was enjoying himself as much as she was. Her breathing was heavy and she could feel a thin sheen of sweat across her skin as her body tried to cool her down. A feat that would be most impossible given her current activity. Pulling herself off the bed by wrapping her legs around Madrigal allowed him to thrust deeper and harder, her moans growing louder as she felt another climax building.

As he held her in place with his arms wrapped around her waist, Zoe gently teased herself with her fingertips, her one free hand curling around Madrigal’s shoulder. She returned his kiss eagerly, moaning into his mouth and tightening her legs against him while another orgasm shook her. Her eyes would widen with surprise and delight as she felt him explode deep within her. Her breath came in erratic bursts as she held onto him and gently stroked his dark hair, trying to regain control over her breathing. She sought his lips once more, gently returning his kiss between shuddering breaths. She was in absolute bliss and as he placed her back down on the bed and lay next to her she would meet his pale gaze with a smile. “By Hala Madrigal, actions were definitely the better choice. Are you sure you’ve never done this before? I haven’t, and I must say that was breathtaking. Literally and figuratively.” She was teasing of course, she had no reason to disbelieve what he had told her previously. However she was so overcome with the gentle languidness of sated pleasure that she wanted to reassure him that there was no cause to worry.

As he fought to catch his breath she would meet his eyes with a smile before speaking. He would return the smile before pulling her to him and holding her tight. There was something about her form, her voice, her scent, her taste that made him want her to be as close to him as possible at all times. Once he had done so he would respond, his tone half sleepy as he too felt the languidness that came after sex for the first time. “I think I would remember, I know one thing, I certainly always will this time.” He would say, a small smile on his features before a curiosity overtook him. She had mentioned something or someone called ‘Hala’ and she had said other strange things previously in the day. He couldn’t remember what they were exactly through the haze of euphoria he was still feeling but he did know that there was something.

Instinctively finding himself rubbing her back with the arm closest, running his hand up and down her smooth skin over the curves and muscles to try to relax her further. Simply because he wanted to, he would ask a question. “Who, or what is Hala?” He would ask, his tone mildly curious. Not rude or disrespectful, just the tone of someone wanting to find out something new. He would finally have fully caught his breath by now and he would lean over and plant a kiss on her bare back. He just couldn’t stop wanting to kiss her over and over again. What was it about her that seemed to have him so enthralled? He just didn’t understand.

Zoe enjoyed being held in Madrigal’s arms, so when he pulled her closer to him she would respond with a happy sigh and curl her body against his. As he told her that he would always remember this time she would smile up at him and plant a soft kiss on his cheek. “Neither will I, Madrigal.” She would wriggle her way to lying on top of him, unless he stopped her, draping her still naked body overtop of his and continuing to kiss him softly along his cheek, jawline and neck as she enjoyed being close to him. More happy sighs would escape her lips as she felt his hand rubbing along her back, relaxing her muscles and sending little shivers of pleasure through her whole body.

His question about what Hala was caused her to stop kissing him and attempt to sit up, still on top of him, to look him directly in the eyes. Were she successful she would sit there for a time, staring at him curiously, seemingly weighing her answer before giving it. She wasn’t hiding where she was from, but she was mildly concerned about revealing it based on some of the things she knew about Earth. Mainly that it was a war torn place and that frequently atrocities were committed against those that were seen as too ‘different’ or ‘strange’. And while she didn’t see herself as either of those things, she supposed it might be reasonable for others to view her that way. So far Madrigal hadn’t given her any indication that he was untrustworthy, and as she assessed him she noted only curiosity in his voice.

With a smile and a shrug Zoe would reply quietly. “Hala is where I’m from, it’s my planet. Like how Earth is yours. It’s slightly more complicated than that really, Hala is also my. . . it’s difficult to explain. There are gods and creators and parents and caregivers. Hala is all of those things to all the Children of Light, but also none of them.” She would hold her breath after she finished speaking, waiting to see what his reaction would be before she told him any more.

As she curled her body against his he gave his own contented sigh. Only when she wriggled around to lay atop him, her naked form pressed against his and began to kiss his cheek, jawline, and neck he almost forget about the very question. He groaned in pleasure at the feel of her lips against him and when she stopped to sit up, effectively straddling him he would look up at her with pale eyes. He would drink in her form as she considered her answer, the light playing off her supple skin. His breath caught at that image, and when she crossed her arms over herself pensively her chest would be pressed up and together in a way that cried out to his want and desire of her. When she finally gave him a smile and a shrug before explaining what 'Hala' was. He would blink.

His increasing sexual desire for the woman was still there, still abundantly there as she would probably notice given how his shaft would be pressing against her. That however took back burner for the moment given what he was just told. You couldn't just hear that someone was an alien and keep your current thought process. At first, Madrigal thought the girl was a bit crazy. He would going to simply humour her but then he remembered something. The fragrant smell of flours from her didn't seem to be from some kind of shampoo and body wash, it was too strong. Not only that, but her skin, her lips, all of her tasted as sweet as nectar. That wasn't something you found in humans. He considered her words more carefully then, nodding slowly as what pieces he had fell neatly into place before speaking. "That would explain the smell of flowers, and how sweet your skin, lips, and..well..everything, tastes." He would say as his eyes blinked back into focus and fell onto hers again.

The feel of her atop him, the light upon her naked flesh and the recollection of just how much fun actions had been made him want to press on and he took a deep, shuddering breath as he looked into her eyes. "Right now Zoe, I don't care where you're from, I just want you to come back down here so I can kiss you again. I think I've gotten an addiction to you. How about we completely exhaust one another, then we cuddle up under these covers and ask each other questions until we fall asleep?" He would ask, his voice wanting and a small smile on his features as he spoke. They could discuss Hala more, and her more later, or now if she would truly prefer. However Madrigal yearned for her again, wanted her under his lips again, wanted to bring both her and himself to that pleasure that seemed almost unreal.

Zoe was waiting for Madrigal’s reaction to her explanation of Hala, what she got before a verbal one was the feeling that he was still very interested in her as she straddled his hips. She enjoyed the feeling of his interest so much that she rocked herself gently against him as he spoke of how she tasted. It hadn’t occurred to her that she tasted different from other people, it wasn’t as though she had gone around licking her own skin on the regular. “I taste different? I knew I smelled different, that one’s obvious even to me. But the taste. . . huh.” With a curious look on her face she would raise her arm to her mouth and slowly draw her tongue across it. She would let out an excited squeal as the sweetness hit her tongue, it didn’t taste much different from how the inside of her mouth tasted, but it was still there. Taking his arm in both of her hands she would attempt to pull it towards her mouth and if he let her she would repeat the same action, slowly drawing her tongue across his skin to compare their ‘flavours’.

Her blue eyes lit up as she realized that there was a difference between them. Her skin tasted sweet and light, where his was rich and slightly tasted of salt. “I never thought about it before. I’m part plant, that’s where it comes from. Engineered to survive needing only water and light. I haven’t even eaten anything before, that’s why I’m so excited to try things. I spent all of the last six hundred and twenty-six years without food. I always wanted to know what apples taste like. . . or, or popcorn!” Her voice was filled with delight as she spoke, and she would lean forward so that both her hands rested on his chest as she stared into his white eyes. She knew she was telling him quite a lot, but his first reaction had not been negative or violent, and so far she had been able to trust him so she saw no reason to hide these things from him. As he told her that he might be addicted to her and that he wanted to continue kissing her she would grin and lean closer to his face with her own. “I would like that too Madrigal. I don’t know if you can be addicted to a person, but no one has ever tasted me before, so maybe. Do you think that’s a bad thing?” She would allow him time to answer before she closed the gap between them and pressed her lips against his, her legs tightening around his hips and weaving her fingers through his hair.

As she rocked herself against his interest he would feel another grown of want escape him. However when she heard that she tasted different she would get a curious look on her face before speaking. Nodding his head at her question she would raise her arm and lick it, a small squeal escaping her lips before she pulled on his arm. He would let her pull it to her mouth to lick and when she did her eyes would widen in recognition before she began to speak delightedly. Her would listen to her words, blinking owlishly as she spoke given some of the things she was saying. Part plant? Only needing water and light? Six hundred and twenty six years? Never having eaten? Apples? Popcorn? What in the world? His mind became a small haze of thought as he considered everything she was telling him. If she was really that old, and given that she was apparently an alien he had no reason to doubt then lord have mercy he didn't know what to think. Or, did it even matter really? Once an age difference reached absurdity like that, it didn't seem to matter much in the end. She was still an incredibly beautiful woman, flower? He wasn't sure, regardless she felt just like a human, acted and talked like a human, despite being extremely naive in some things, and simply wanted to explore.

Those facts made it simple to take the knowledge with a surprising grace and it didn't matter anyway. She made him feel incredible and based on her reactions she felt the same way. So why should he give a rats ass if she was an alien and over six hundred years old? At his words of wanting both of them to exhaust each other until they could no more besides cuddle and talk, and that he was addicted to her she would grin and lean closer to his face with hers. Her words, another question, what was it? He couldn't think, he just wanted to kiss her again. Rather than answer her question, which at that point he couldn't have told you what it was if he even wanted to answer at that moment, he would move to close the distance between them and kiss her deeply, his hand coming up to rest on the back of her neck as he made to pull her and held her to him. The sweet taste of her lips would greet him again if successful and he would feel his desire for her rising even more. Her felt her naked body against his, the thin sheen of sweat cooling in the air but and felt her rocking against his shaft. He wanted more of her, needed more of her.

Running his hands down her back slowly, he would reach her backside and take a firm hold of her before lifting her up, trying to not break the kiss as he did. The action, if successful, would raise her off of him and allow his interest to rise up with her body off of it. Then he would slowly bring her back down onto it, letting it enter her deeply. He would groan into the kiss before breaking it, his breathing already haggard as his pale white eyes met hers of blue. His mind somehow recalled the question she asked just before the kiss, subconscious memory? Maybe, regardless he would answer now, his voice husky with desire for her as he spoke. "I don't know, but we're going to find out.." He would say, he hadn't continued thrusting into her after entering, that pleasure did nearly spur him on to continue, to push for that peak of pleasure he had reached with her and to try to push her toward hers. But he wanted her to act on her desire too, wanted her to show him physically she wanted this as he did.

Zoe’s excitement at learning that she tasted different than humans was palpable. So when Madrigal closed the distance between them with a hand on the back of her neck she reciprocated enthusiastically. Her own hands would curl beneath his hair and grip him as she kissed him passionately, her weight now balanced on her knees on either side of him. As he lifted her up to slide himself into her again she would moan softly in time with him. With a shudder of pleasure she would pull back from their kiss and smile at his comment about being addicted to her.

“I suppose we will.” There was a mischievous gleam in her blue eyes as she pressed herself more firmly down against his hips, gasping in delight at the sensation. Placing her hands against his chest she would push herself up to a sitting position and begin rocking her hips again, colour reemerging in her cheeks as she felt him move inside her as she did. Keeping her eyes locked on his she would begin to raise her hips off of his and then lower herself back down. Her chest rose and fell as her passion increased and before long she had increased her pace as her moans grew louder and her fingers gripped his chest. She didn’t know if one could become addicted to a person, but to an act? Definitely.

Addictions had their limits, and apparently so did Madrigal. Just when Zoe thought things were heating up again, Madrigal went limp and . . . fell asleep? She would climb off of him and gently shake him, slapping his face lightly in an attempt to wake him. She had no idea if slapping his face would actually do anything, she had just observed many humans go through this process. The someone falling asleep, the magical violence that awakened the hapless sleeper. It was usually the source of much comedy and deus ex machina. Unsurprisingly Madrigal’s currently flaccid self did not wake up. He didn’t seem injured though so Zoe wasn’t overly concerned with his health.

Jumping off the bed she would do a quick spin and then proceed to skip about the room and collect her clothing. It was quite the activity and with the way both of their clothing had been tossed around the room took a surprisingly long time. With insatiable curiosity she would find herself drawn to the vial of liquid that Madrigal had left on the table. Picking it up she would stare at it with glee, and call out to Madrigal’s sleeping body as she stuffed it into her boot along with her notebook and pen. “I’m going to take this with me! It might be fun to use later!”

He didn’t answer. Because of course he didn’t.

Once she had all of her things she would prance out of the hotel room and into the nightlife of the Heavenly Emporium.

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