Mark 8

 

She paid scarce attention to her surroundings along the way, since Hizashi opted to carry her to his bed in an act so romantic she lay swooning in his strong arms. Her tail dangled off one side and brushed along the wall as he neared a door at the end of the long hallway.

"Here we are," he whispered.

The bedroom was drenched in darkness, the drapes and blinds on one side closed tightly shut. However dark, he unerringly carried her to the bed and set her gently down. But then, in an unanticipated move, he strode to the curtains and reached underneath, pulling the blinds open. He unlatched yet another door and pushed it open while leaving the curtains covering the sides. The sounds and smell of the ocean drifted in amongst the smooth music he'd turned back on with his phone.

"You've got speakers everywhere?"

He nodded, shyly smiling as he joined her. "You know, the lights and stuff are all connected, too. It's one of those smart home things... or, uh, actually a few. I have one in every room."

"Even the bathroom?" She giggled.

Hizashi chuckled as he joined her on the bed. "Yeah, actually. It's nice to have a bath or a shower with music on. It can relax you," he knelt on either side of her as she smiled and reached out to him. "It can wake you up in the morning. And it's perfect for setting the mood in the bedroom." He paused dramatically and, as a popular love song began to play, sank blissfully into her waiting arms. They began to kiss again as their hands wandered over fabric and flesh, lifting and removing clothing until they were both almost nude.

Hizashi sat up on his knees, panting. He wore only his necklaces and a pair of maroon boxer briefs. Laying on her back with her head on his pillow, her short purple hair fanning lightly out on both sides was the most beautiful woman he had ever seen. The Mark on her arm, completely exposed, was flaring in the dim light of the moon reflecting off the water outside.

"Zashi," she breathed, restlessly moving her legs along his sides as she watched him watching her. "I've never wanted anyone as much as I want you right now."

He rubbed a hand over his face and shivered. "Oh boy. Uh... what kind of protection do you want? I bought a <i>lot</i> of stuff this afternoon."

Elly smiled at his embarrassment. "I'm not angry, you know."

"Oh." He relaxed visibly, his shoulders dropping from his tense stance. "Huh. I thought if I did have stuff, you'd think either I was some kind of player, or that I was expecting ...you know."

"No. You did the right thing. I brought condoms, too."

"Oh? You wanna use yours?"

"Just pick whatever closest."

He grinned and held up a packet. "'Kay."

Now she laughed. "How did you <i>do</i> that?"

"Had 'em in my pocket." He stretched briefly, his abdomen rippling. His body was as defined as she'd felt with her fingertips while they were on the couch. Seeing it up close, however, was so much different. Elly's face grew hotter as she stared dreamily at him while he fussed with his boxers. They were too tight across the front and he had to carefully peel out as well as down. He finally slid them off with a relieved sigh.

"Oooh."

He was carefully manscaped, his chest completely bare. Just before his navel grew a golden patch of trimmed hair that blended into a larger puff preceding his slightly curved erection.

"That's better," he sighed.

"Yeah, it is." He chuckled lightly, but she insisted. "Hizashi," she said so seriously that he froze in the act of tossing his underwear casually onto the floor. "You're <i>gorgeous</i>."

His smile at the praise lit up his face, making him seem younger than his thirty-odd years of age. "Show me, then," he begged, crawling over to lay on top of her with his fingers playing along the hem of her panties. "And I'll do the same for your beautiful body."

She writhed while his mouth trailed hotly down her neck, pausing to suck momentarily on her nipples before moving downward once more. His long hair draped down on either side of his face, tickling her more than his soft mustache and causing her to periodically giggle until he swept it back with one hand. When he got to her underwear he tugged, sliding them off and chasing the movement with more kisses immediately. The bit of cloth was barely gone, whisked away to fall with his  on the floor, before his dexterous tongue was licking apart her hidden folds. Elly jerked her legs farther apart, whimpering loudly. Her fingers twined in his hair, careful not to tug hard but unable to stop completely.

"S - softer," she panted, tossing her head. "Yes... oh, yes. Like <i>that</i>."

"Mmmnn." Hizashi let himself be guided not only by her words but her body's rhythm as her hips rose and fell. Her pace quickened, and he eagerly lapped, speeding up as well.

"Z - Zashi! If you keep..! I'm close!"

"Yeah," he agreed. "Let go, beautiful. Come on my kisses."

Moments later she gasped and her breathing became wildly erratic. Her tail slapped down, hard, and she dug her toes in the bedsheets. "Hizashi! <i>Oh, god</i>!" The bright patterns of her Mark flickered rapidly in sync with her emotions.

"So freakin' sexy," he hummed, stilling his tongue in favor of a few well-placed kisses like he'd said. "You sing so pretty for me."

"Oh god," she repeated, obviously winded. "Wow."

"Hmm! M'gonna go wash up and I'll be right ba - aa - aack." He wiggled his eyebrows and kissed his hand out to her as he left.

Elly lay staring up at the ceiling, purring and quivering with anticipation for his return. She could hear distant water running and a cabinet banging shut, along with a muffled curse that made her grin. Eventually he shuffled back inside, sheepishly rubbing his left hand.

"Aw, what happened?" She sat up, her tail curling behind her back.

Hizashi coughed once, lightly. "I, uh. Kinda caught it on the medicine cabinet."

She took it as he sat in front of her and kissed the scuffed skin. "Poor Zashi."

"Aw," he chuckled. "It's just a scratch, babe. I was in too much of a hurry to get back to you."

She placed his hand over her shoulder and wriggled forward, gently pushing him down to the mattress. "Well, then, prepare yourself for kisses."

His eyes grew wide at the touch of her mouth on the edge of his ear. "Oh boy," he breathed heavily, "startin' right at the top, hey?" A long, drawn out moan escaped him as she nibbled the pale shell, running her tongue along it.

"I haven't even <i>started</i> yet," Elly murmured. "If a few puffs in your ear makes you tremble like this, how about your neck?" She suited action to word, peppering him with more kisses. "Or lower..?"

His Mark stuttered and flared as she kissed a tight line down the trimmed blond hair to his navel. "R - remember," he whined, "wanna be able to -"

"I promise I'll only give you a few kisses, Zashi. Then you can take me."

"<i>Oh, yeah</i>!" His thighs twitched as her hot mouth enveloped the tip of his slick member. He was covered in fluids and though they were bitter she loved him, so she suckled softly and swirled her tongue despite the taste. "Baby, oh f- fuh..! <i>Sweetheart</i>, please!"

She nodded and let him fall wetly from her lips. Hizashi tackled her with a predatory howl, his mouth fastening on hers in a soulful kiss that took her breath away. It somehow managed to be more ardent than anything they had shared yet. He kissed her lips, her chin, her cheeks - anywhere he could reach as he cast about desperately for the condom he'd tossed aside earlier. The necklaces he hadn't bothered to take off pressed lightly between them, the metal thin and colder than heated flesh.

"Here." Her fingertips grazed the packet, half stuffed under the pillow. She pulled it out and handed it to him.

"Thanks, love." Hizashi took a breath and opened it, sheathing himself as fast as he could while staying safe and making sure it was on properly. "I'm - I'm ready." He lowered his hot, lightly sweating body to hers and placed their foreheads together. "Hold my hand."

Elly held out her corresponding arm so their Marks touched. The colors and patterns almost seemed to be muted, hushed in expectation, and as their fingers entwined, they kissed as he thrust. As soon as their bodies merged the Marks flowed, flashing and joining as they did.

For once they didn't notice.

Hizashi's lips parted, his hair flowing like a golden wave as he moved. His soulmate clung to him, her face buried in his upper shoulder and muffling her cries. Though he had been worried about not being able to hold back his pace was even and slow, almost lazy. He pistoned his hips and she followed, deepening each thrust. After several long, delicious minutes he huffed, sweat trickling down his neck, and brought her hand up to his lips to kiss it tenderly. His mustache points brushed ticklishly on her skin.

"Love ...you."

Elly wailed his name, her legs tightening from where they gripped him around the waist. "So much!"

"Rest," he groaned, the weight in his groin suddenly unbearable and about to break free, "<i>of my life</i>!" As his orgasm burst, he sobbed and flung his arms around her, drawing her to his chest in a massive hug. "Oh god, baby, I love you forever!"

Elly was left speechless at his declaration. Her mind couldn't take any more and her heart took over; she would be by his side from now on no matter what. There was no way she could part from him.

Her eyes wandered briefly to where their Marks were still pressed tightly together. The pulsing riot of colored musical symbols blurred as tears filled her eyes. She lay in his arms as he trembled and shook, realizing that he was forcing himself to go on, even though he was oversensitive from having just come.

So she could come again.

She stiffened as the jolt took her by surprise, having snuck up on her as she pondered the vast love she felt for this man. Her cry startled him and he choked loudly, wincing as she squeezed him on the inside. The pressure wasn't there anymore, but an electric thrill tickled his loins he'd never experienced before. He had little time to ponder the strange pleasure, however, since she was kissing him, her tears wetting his face.

"Mnn... mnnn! I know, I know. It's okay."

"I love you so much it hurts."

"Yeah." Hizashi held the end of the condom as he pulled out. "I know what you mean. That was very eye-opening." He yelped as the prophylactic snapped off and tossed it in a trash can near the nightstand.

"Damn."

He flopped onto his back beside her, staring up at the ceiling. "Yeah."

"So good." She yawned, smiling happily, and closed her eyes.

A comfortable silence reigned for awhile until Hizashi rolled over on his side and draped an arm around her, wiggling close enough to murmur into one of her furry ears.

"So, when d'ya want to move in with me?"