Thread: Certain Doom, Interrupted (Methos and Autumn)

As if sealing the physical contract between them, his mouth molded to hers with an undeniable passion. She allowed her emotions to pour through the kiss bitterness and melancholy mingled with sweetness and lust. He had spoken that he would not dare to disgrace or degrade her, and while he kissed away her doubts she knew that she whole-heartedly believed him. His hands glided skillfully along her curves, finding the small pin that scantily held that piece of garment together. Tugged free, the fabric was so airy that it floated across the room and away from her body. Both heat and chill lapped at her bare form, the chill of the night mixing with the heat their flesh had provided. Never before had she been so exposed to a man, her flawless features there for his taking. Lips grazed down the hollow of her neck, tenderly caressing her soft skin. The softest sound was elicited from her lips, flowing out into the still air. Lost in the moment, the clang of the belt on the floor startled her, causing her to jolt in his arms. Oceanic eyes tilted toward his face, catching the outline of his arms raising high into the air and pulling his tunic away from his chiseled chest. Contradictory, her nervous yet confident hands lifted toward his naked torso. The softness of her palm and fingertips lay feather-lightly against the hardened structure. She did not make any motions, but simply let her hands rest upon him. Kiss after kiss was returned with equal fervor, both accepting and embracing this twist in fate. Voicing that he had changed his opinion, the princess froze, terrified of what he may say. Oh but how he knew how to flatter her, whispering that she was not a royal mortal but an immortal deity as her name suggested. She said a silent apology to Aphrodite in case her loving mother was offended, but she knew she was not. Strong arms easily turned and bent her toward the bed. Ambrosia felt like gravity had abandoned her and instead of her body being lowered to the linens, she felt like they had risen toward her. Though the lighting was shallow at best, she could see the darkness of his orbs penetrating her light gaze, capturing her line of sight. Her eyes he steadily held as he settled his weight upon her delicate form. Knees bent at an angle, slowly spreading to accommodate his lower half. Heart fluttered in her chest, a sheen of perspiration breaking across her frame as she tried to mentally prepare herself for what came next. She could hear the steady rhythm of her vital organ pounding in her ears, setting a musical atmosphere that she wondered if he could hear, too. Air stilled in her lungs, her hands lifting to drape across his broad shoulders. At his slight hesitation, Ambrosia simply nodded, acknowledging that he had permission to continue. With little warning, she felt the thickness of him surge forth, penetrating her untouched body. Ambrosia let out a timid cry, her body reacting from the shock. Fingers flexed, nails scraping down into his skin before relaxing and straightening across his back. Letting herself adjust, she arched her narrow hips to him, setting forth a gentle rocking motion. She could feel his driving-force, his hunger settling over her mouth again as he infused his body with her own.