** Warning *** Mature content ahead *** My “sort of” erotic piece ***
I’ll be posting this short story in a few installments, weekly. Woukd love to have your feedback on it, pretty please?
An all too familiar feeling of wings fluttering around her insides took over her body, while she kept her eyes closed, hoping she wasn’t dreaming. The slight pressure she was now starting to feel against her lower belly as their bodies closed in on one another assured her that it was real and very much so.
As their mouths parted, gasping for breath, their lips were slightly swollen, moist and tingling. Their bodies, however, rested as they were, her arms encircling his neck and his own cradling her frame. Her eyes widened in surprise, taking in their surroundings: they were not in her bedroom anymore. He had taken them somewhere else.
They were in a different bedroom, candlelit, furnished in an antique style, a four poster bed placed at the center of the huge deep red rug on floor. A chaise-longue and a lounge chair were the only other pieces of furniture apart from the candelabra all around. The colors of deep red and black were the dominants on the décor, with even the wood being of the darkest hue she had ever laid eyes upon. It was luscious and sensuous and beautiful, like a fantasy out of her imagination.
Now, this kind of event wasn’t exactly unusual to her. Magic ran free in her world ever since anyone could remember, though not many were gifted for it. She never knew he was this gifted in the arcane arts. Yet, the surprise and shock of her new whereabouts left her mind quickly as his kiss enthralled her again.
His arousal was now quite evident, though her desire was not far behind it, simply not so visible. Even so, he knew it and confirmed it when his hand landed upon her left breast, circling her hardened nipple, which he could feel even though it was under her bra and blouse. That move gained him an audible and deep sigh from the girl, making him want her even more.