On the Prowl (Closed to Camille) (Mature)

[darkest.desires.]

I had rinsed the blood off and slipped out from under the waterfall. There was a small cavern right behind the waterfall and I stood there and admired his body. The scarring didn’t deter me from letting my eyes wonder. I watched as the water rolled down his body like a beautiful master piece, caressing each scar as it went.

My breath hitched in my chest, small beads of stray water ran down my own body. Dripping from my hair, down the hollow place in my neck, over my taut nipple, towards my navel before disappearing out of my sight.

“Your name, what is your name?” I spoke over the roar of the waterfall hoping he would hear me. There was a pause, and he stepped out, water trailing down his form as he blinked it from his eyes. He rolled his head from side to side for a few seconds before opening his eyes again - and he paused, staring at me, his mouth open slightly he shook his head sharply at that clearing his throat.

“Erik, Miss Camille. My name is Erik.” Another light, pleasant smile as he lifted his scarred arms to push his hair back out of his face. He started to wade towards me - freezing only when he realized that doing so would bring his waist above the surface of the water it seemed.

“Erik,” his name caressed my tongue, rolling off it freely. Is he shy or just being modest? Nikita questioned. Slowly l closed the distance between us. I stopped only mere inches from him. If I even leaned slightly forward my breast would be pressed against his chest. My hand stretched out, fingertips tracing some of the scarring on his chest.

I glanced from his chest towards him to see if he didn’t like me touching him. “Why do you have so many?” his chest was barely moving, and his eyes were closed with an odd expression on his face.

“A punishment from the gods. I rejected their decree for how my land should work, and they made it so I bear the mark of each wound that killed me.” His hand came up and brushed over one long mark that stretched from side to side of his chest, his fingers brushing my hand in the process. “This, for example, was where a particularly angry man decided my upper half would look better if it wasn't attached to my lower half. Whether a small chip, or a mighty blow - if it robbed me of the last of my vitality, it left a mark.” He smiled, crookedly, at me.

I want to trace each scar with my lips or tongue. Nikita growled with lust in my mind. “So many,” I mumbled softly as my hands went to work, freely tracing random marks. Indeed some small and others rather large. Swiftly I turned to the side and lifted up my hair. A large scar marred my other wise perfect skin. It stretched from the side of my breast to my hip bone.

“I don’t have as many as you, Erik but I find scars beautiful in their own way.” I tossed a look at him, almost giving him a look that said he could touch it if he wanted. He took the invitation, one hand slowly reaching up, tracing up from my hip to lightly press against the top of it, his fingers warm against my breast.

“A grievous wound left this.” His voice was strangled - but not with anger or disgust. He pulled his fingers back and strode past me, leaving the water - once again baring his legs to my sight. Fewer scars, but still many, covered his lower half,and he slowly turned to let me take in the view. “Scars are proof we have lived, Camille. Well, at least in your case.” He smiled, lips quirked. “But you aren't wrong. A map of memories, to never be forgotten. To be shared.” The hand that had touched me was curled slightly, almost as if cupping something, though nothing was there.

The place in between my thighs ached, the place where his hand had touched my breast almost tingled. My chest rose and fell a little more rapidly as I slowly walked towards him. “I don’t usually share with many people.” I licked my lips a hunger slowly stirring in my belly. His eyes didn't leave my form, slowly tracing up and down.

[Erik]

Her moans and whimpers were damn musical to my ears, but there was one thing I hadn't heard yet. I hadn't heard her release, I wondered if she would scream or if she would be a moaner. I scissored my fingers inside of her as my teeth lightly scraped her clit, and then I started massaging it with my tongue. If she wanted to feel alive - well. I would do my damned best to give her that. A third finger slid inside of her, stretching her out as I twisted and flexed them inside of her. I pulled back, sucking harder as I did so.

“Come for me, Camille. Let go.” My voice was a low, throaty growl as I rocked my palm forward and ground it against her clit as I curled my fingers inside of her. The inside of her walls tighten around my fingers as she bucked her hips against me.

“Erik,” she cried out my name, her legs quivered against the pleasure. She panted and I could tell that it was building her orgasam was. I pumped my fingers in and out of her. “I want you to fuck me after this!” She cried out as she released, another small whimper left her as I withdrew my fingers from her. So - she wanted that? I could definitely oblige her now. I watched as she trembled from the aftershocks of her organ, and slowly moved over her, planting a hand on either side of her head as I grinned down at her.

“If you want it so much.” I shifted my hips until I felt her hot, wet folds against my tip. I leaned down and captured her mouth in another kiss, swallowing her noises as I drove my hips forward, impaling her in one swift motion. She bucked, hard, against me, crashing her hips upward into me as she cried out in pleasure into my mouth.

I ground my hips in a slow circle, scraping her insides as I relished feeling this heat - her heat. Then I pulled out at an achingly slow pace, and I felt her whimper against me as her hands latched onto my hips, nails digging in. I parted her lips with my tongue and slowly thrust it in, savoring her mouth as I started to push my hips back down and into her. Then I pulled my head away, a thin string of saliva connecting our mouths.

“But you don't want slow and tender, do you, Camille? I can give you that if you want - or I can take you hard and fast.” I gave her a low, languid smirk as I rolled my hips back, dragging my cock out of her again. I paused, just the head inside of her, and raised an eyebrow.

“Well, which shall it be?” I was teasing her and the hunger in her eyes told me what she wanted but I wanted to hear it from her. “I want you to fuck me fast and hard,” she replied wrapping her legs around my waist. I grinned again, the languid look shifting to hunger as I moved, gripping her hips. I dragged her up, and stood, her legs wrapped around me - and I started pounding her, driving my cock in and out of her at an almost brutal pace. I helped by lifting and dropping her on my shaft, slamming her back down each time, as my arms coiled around her waist to give me a better hold. If she wanted hard and fast - well, I would give it to her.

I finally reached my target - and pinned her against a wall, trapping her with the cool stone against her back and my chest against her breasts. Each thrust of my hips drove her against the cool wall, and I shifted my hold so one hand was cupping her ass, while the other forced its way between us. I ground my thumb around her clit, brushing against it as my hips drove in and out of her rapidly. Sweat dotted our brows as I fucked her, driving into her with a relentless hunger. It had been too damn long since I did this.