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Empire of Night Ch34 (NSFW)
Alex lounged by the fire, Eli at his side, wrapped up in his arms. They’d had quite an eventful time since he’d come to Nyx. Assassination attempts, roadblocks, ambushes.
He squeezed the woman in his arms tightly. It didn’t seem fair that one woman would have so much misfortune in her life.
"What's wrong?" She asked, looking up at him through wide, amethyst eyes.
“Nothing,” he said, grinning “just thinking, enjoying your company.”
She blushed, ducked her head, and he leaned against her, smiling.
She sighed, head hanging, her hands bunched up in her skirts.
This time it was his turn to look at her in concern. He wound his fingers in her hair; slowly stroked the thick, silky curtain that draped down her back. “What’s wrong?”
“Nothing,” she said, offering a dazzling smile. She was good at that, but unlike her, he didn't feel like letting it go.
“Don’t look like nothing.”
She swallowed; sighed.
“It’s just-” She shook her head. “I feel a bit inadequate.”
“Because I fight to protect you?”
She heaved a heavy sigh. “I want to make you my husband, yet, I can’t even stand up as your wife.”
His heart ached; Alex hated seeing her in such pain, she was selling herself short. “You were willing to sacrifice yourself for me.”
“For all the good my efforts did,” she said, “you held those brigands at bay handily enough.”
“Well,” he scoffed, “it wasn’t a fair fight. We should get you girls up to speed on modern weapons. Having you would have been helpful.”
She nodded. “Doubtless. I’ll have the preparations you requested finished soon.”
“Shooting with you should be fun, Lisril took to it like water,” he said.
“I’m no fish.”
He looked up, craning his neck to look behind himself, and found Lisril standing over them, Serra and Rosslln at her back. “Eli,” she said, “we’re going to speak to Iiandere.”
“Oh,” Eli moved to stand, but Lisril stopped her with an outstretched hand, “I’d like you to stay with Alex.”
Eli glanced at him, and he considered saying he could go too, but he suspected she would just say he didn’t have a right to make a statement.
Finally, Eli nodded. “Alright,” she said, her grip on him tightening, “I’ll look after him.”
“Good,” Lisril smirked at her. “Don’t do anything I wouldn’t.”
She led the girls out and left him with a blushing cat.
He chuckled, resting his chin on her shoulder. “I think my wife wants us to get closer.”
Eli bit her lip, a dark purple stain spreading on her cheeks. “Do you think we will?”
He chuckled, burying his face in the crook of her neck. “I think that’s up to you,” he murmured.
“Not married,” she said, squeezing him tightly to her, “not even engaged.”
He kissed her cheek. “I hadn’t noticed.”
“I thought you wanted to court as Dyrantoro do.”
“I’ve been thinking about that, I think we should visit Pacific,” he said.
“Pacific? A city?”
“An ocean," he said, nodding, "on Earth, and an island we built out there.”
She laughed. “I shouldn’t be surprised. It sounds lovely.”
“Eden at sea, you’ll love it.”
She kissed him. “I’m sure I will,” she said, shifting and placing herself in his lap. She swallowed, framed his face in her hands, and allowed her eyes to trail down his torso.
“Beautiful,” she whispered.
He reached up and brushed a strand of hair from her face. “You are.”
“Flatterer,” she said, smile belaying the harshness of her tone.
“I try,” he said, “let me see you.”
She hesitated, chewing her lip, before pushing away from him, standing and turning to face the fire.
For a moment, he wondered if he hadn’t offended her, but then she reached down, took the hem of her gown, and pulled it up over her head.
He ran his eyes down the small of her back and over the lush curves of her hip. She had a thin layer of downy blue fur on her back, stretching down to her hips, and when she turned her head, he noticed for the first time that it ringed her neck too.
She smiled over her shoulder and turned to face him. “Well?”
Her fur covered her neck and shoulders, running down the tops of her arms but leaving her breasts, stomach, and thighs smooth and hairless.
She had the most fur of any Dyrantisa he’d met. Lisril and Serra had none, and Rosslln had a bit of rough maroon hair on her arms.
He stood, stepping up to her, reaching up and resting his hands on her arms. “Gorgeous.”
Her pleasure colored her cheeks and twisted her lips into a smile. She stepped into his embrace, kissing his jaw. She filled the air with the smell of lilac before slipping from his arms and placing her hands on his chest.
“Your turn,” she said.
He grinned and stepped back, shedding his jacket, and throwing it onto the pile with Eli’s gown. Then, unbuttoning his shirt, he pushed his suspenders off his shoulders, kicked his slacks away, and shucked off his skin-tight armor, leaving him in just underwear.
He smirked at her. “Well?”
She pressed one hand into his chest, fanning her fingers over his firm flesh, the other cupping his cheek, pulling him into a kiss. “Gorgeous.”
He wrapped her up in his arms, pulling her into a deep kiss and down onto the rug that lay before the fire.
“Alex,” her voice was a breathless whisper.
He pushed her onto her back, reclining beside her, languidly caressing her stomach, cupping first one heavy breast, then the other flicking her hard nipples with his thumb.
She gasped and moaned, sighing out her pleasure, reaching up to tangle her fingers in his hair and pulling him down, rolling on top of him.
She grinned her wide predatory grin, grinding her weight into his steely shaft. “Someone’s ready for fun.”
He ran his hands down her sides, grabbing her hips and pulling her down onto him. “I’m getting there.”
She laid on top of him, sealing his lips, her tongue invading his mouth.
With one hand, he cradled the back of her head; the other took a handful of her bottom.
She pulled back, panting for breath, a sly little smile on her lips, and she reached down, hand diving under the hem of his boxers. “Let’s see what we have,” she murmured, gently stroking his cock.
He lifted his hips and helped her strip him out of his underwear. Her hand closed around his shaft, and she licked her lips. “Lisril told me you had quite the romp with her and Serra.”
“Did she?” Alex reached down, his fingers slipping between her legs, slowly tracing her lower lips, drawing a gasp of pleasure from her. “What else did she- ‘tell’ you?”
Eli shook her head. “Nothing,” she whispered, breathless, “I wanted my first experiences to be with a man.”
He kissed her and slipped his finger into her clenching tunnel. “I guess it’s a good thing you waited to meet a human man, then.”
He rolled, reversing their positions and pressing his weight down on top of her.
“Alex-” whatever she was going to say was lost to a pleasured gasp as his thumb flicked over her clit.
He kissed and nibbled at her jaw, “hush,” he whispered, “let me take care of you.”
She gazed up at him through hooded eyes swimming with trepidation and lust, and he slipped down her body, caressing the smooth skin of her thighs.
He slipped between her legs, looking up at her past the swell of her chest, and slowly began kissing the sensitive skin around her nether lips.
She gasped, tensing up, and her hands came to rest on his head, gently pushing him away. Their eyes met, and he smiled gently at her. “Relax,” he murmured, “I won’t bite; unless you ask me to.”
Her grip on him slackened, and he leaned forward, licking up and down her slit before diving in, burying his tongue inside her and taking long licks of her sex.
Her fingers tightened in his hair, and he pulled back, circling her clit with his tongue, diving back down and repeating.
She twisted and bucked her hips as he worked, her breath growing more and more ragged. Finally, her back arched, her legs clenched around his head, and a low, ragged moan rose out of her throat.
Her body went slack, and he slipped from between her legs, face slick with her juices. He kissed his way up her stomach, past the swell of her breasts, and captured her lips.
She gazed up at him in a daze, eyes hooded and mouth agape. He traced her lips with his thumb, his other hand reaching down to toy with the sensitive cap of her breast. “I think you’re ready,” he whispered, lining himself up with her slit.
She propped herself up on her elbows, looking down the length of her torso to the junction of her legs. “Alex,” she said, voice caught between excitement and trepidation.
He kissed her, smoothing her hair. “I told you,” he murmured, “I’ll take care of you.”
She swallowed and reached down, taking his shaft in her silky grip and guiding him into her clenching tunnel.
He eased himself into her, sinking into her depths until he came up against the resistance of her maidenhead. He gently prodded the last vestige of her girlhood, sealed her lips with his, and hilted himself inside her.
She gasped into his kiss, tears forming in the corners of her eyes. She wound her arms around him, gripping him tightly, and he held still as she adjusted to his intrusion.
Slowly, her grip loosened, and he ventured to wiggle his hips, taking slow, shallow thrusts into her.
She craned her neck up and flicked her tongue over his lips. “I’m alright,” she said breathlessly. “Don’t hold back.”
He kissed her, framing her face in his hands, and slowly began working himself into longer thrusts setting a steady rhythm which she slowly began to match.
She wrapped her legs around his hips and arms around his shoulders, pulling him tight to her breast.
He bathed her face in kisses as their pace and tempo increased, her hands running up and down his back before coming to rest on his bottom, urging him on as pleasured moans burst from her breast.
She threw her head back, thrashing beneath him as her climax took her once more, crying his name, crushing him to her as her clenching tunnel pushed him past the edge of his own building pleasure.
She buried her face in the crook of his neck, and as he found his release, he felt sharp teeth sink into his shoulder. He gasped as the pleasure and pain washed over him, hips involuntarily thrusting into her milking tunnel.
Finally, she went slack beneath him, and he collapsed on top of her, gently kissing the line of her jaw and smoothing her hair.
She smiled up at him, panting for breath. “Alex,” she said, voice a bare whisper.
“Eli,” he murmured back, “my Elliza.”
He rolled off of her, a hand tracing small circles on her stomach, and leaned forward to kiss her, and she smiled, but it quickly wisted into a worried frown.
She reached for his bleeding shoulder, “I hurt you.”
He glanced down and took the hand, drawing it to his lips. “This is nothing.”
“No, it’s not! I-”
He pressed a finger to her lips. “I’ve been stabbed, beaten, and shot on nine continents across six planets. This is nothing.”
She shook her head. “You’re a strange man.”
“I’m your man,” he said, “if you care to have me.”
She smiled and licked his cheek. “My Alex.”
At that moment, Lisril returned, pushing through the door, followed by his other women.
She closed the door behind them and sauntered over to them, looking immensely pleased with herself.
Rosslln, meanwhile, bounded to his side, throwing her arms around Eli. “Took you long enough!”
Alex snorted. “Leave her alone.”
But she just grinned at him as Lisril took her place at his side. “Happy?” He asked.
She smirked at him. “I will be,” she said, “when you have the army and the church in your camp.”
He shook his head and took her hand, pulling it to his lips. “You’re impossible.”
“Simply interested in your prosperity,” she said, “as a woman, a wife, ought.”
Serra joined them, folding her legs under her. “If we give you your way, Alex will end up married to every woman in the empire.”
Eli laughed, squeezing his arm, “I don’t think I want to share with quite so many ladies.”
He laid his head on her shoulder. “Maybe we’ll stop sort of every eligible bachelorette.”
“How terrible for the women left out,” Rosslln giggled.
He laughed and reached across Eli to give the young woman a shove. “They’ll just have to deal with it. There are only so many hours I can give you girls.”
“Speaking of your social obligations…,” Lisril said.
He nodded, standing and stretched, rubbing a sore spot on his back.
“Right, time to get dressed.”
“Take your time.”
He glanced over his shoulder and found the lot of them staring. He grinned and shook his head. “Honestly.” He went to the little basin by the fire, and mopped his face with the washcloth, before doing his best to clean off the sweat and juices.
He looked down at the soiled cloth, shrugged, and returned it to the water, ringing it out and tossing it to Eli before going to the pile of clothes and slipping into his armor.
“Hey,” Rosslln said, “how come yours is different from Lisril’s?”
“Because mine’s better,” he said, as the loose material snapped tight against his skin.
“Better how?” Serra asked.
He offered her a sly smirk reached down, digging in an inner pocket of his jacket, and pulled a matching mask out and over his head. And vanished.
His women, with Lisril excepted, lept to their feet, eyes wide.
He slipped around behind them, crept up close, and took a handful of Eli’s ass.
She yelped and spun around as he blinked back into view.
She looked at him with wide eyes, a smile growing on her lips, and tore the mask from his face, pulling him into a deep, passionate kiss.
“Amazing,” she whispered.
