Catching the Taste cont. (Lobos) - Mina's Home and Studio

He looked at her seriously for a moment.

"That...that i miss. dreams. What did your god tell you in your dreams... if i can ask."

She smiled.

"He came to me, and spoke of things I could not imagine. Things that could keep Winter at bay. And I do so enjoy Autumn, so of course I did what he asked."

He smiled at that.

"And is it always Autumn in your world now?"

She nodded.

"The seasons have a different meaning. We use them to describe the way our world is. We had Summer, then the Sundering, and Autumn came. Now we fight against Winter."

He nodded.

"Sounds like a discription of the end of the world. Do you expect a spring after winter? or the end of everything?"

She sighed.

"It varies, depending on who you ask."

He nodded, rubbing her back.

"And what do you think?"

She smiled sadly.

"I think that when Spring comes again, we will not recognize the world that is reborn."

He nodded.

"Than I hope you stave off the winter as long as you can. I will enjoy spending your autumn with you."

Her hands came to his cheeks and she stared at him a moment before kissing him gently and deeply.

"Gracias, amor."

He enjoyed that kiss and there was something gentle about the way he pulled her to him there in the warm water.

"Usted es amante de bienvenida"

Gentle was new. But as she pressed against him in the water, kissing him, gentle was something other than what others gave her. This was where she wanted to be.

He reached up and cleaned her face, getting the last of the blood off of it and then kissed her. They had made met and he had taken her. Then there had been the sacrifice and now he would show her the next. He could show her how thankful he was. The Flayed god was the god of rebirth, of blood and skin and death, but also of spring and rebirth, bringing life again. this he would give her now. he bressed her body against his, enjoying the feel of her, both hands going to her face and kissing her gently, sweetly. His body now warmed and his heart beat next to hers.

She returned gentleness for gentleness, her hands moving down to his chest, then around to his back. The water surrounding them was pink with their blood, but she didn't care. She opened her mouth and her tongue asked gentle permission to enter his.

His mouth of course welcomed hers, opening to let her tongue touch his, to let her taste his breath, his flesh. He tasted of mountain and woods or raw flesh and mostly.. of blood. Hers blood still lingered on his teeth and on his tongue, sweet and thick and magical, with a coppery aftertaste.

His hands moved into her hairrunning through it and bathing it in the pinkish water, getting out the deeper red of hte blood there, running through it and cleaning it, cleansing it., even as his body reacted to her being so close.

Her tongue danced with his, as her hands trailed across his back. Massaging his muscles and taking in the texture of his skin. Then her mouth left his to trail kisses down his jaw to his neck, sucking and kissing.

His head went back. there was no fight for position now. this was the part where they shared, where the gentle gave way to sweet ad soft, like her flech against him, letting the heat of the water and her skin and now his fill them both and start something warm to burn between them. the warmth was building, the heat. His hands continued till the water runningout of her hair was the same pink it was when it started. And the moved down, to her back, to touch hermuch like she was touching him.

Her lips trailed across his throat, kissing from pulse to pulse. Her hands moved to his legs, massaging along and caressing his skin. She raised herself up over him as her lips returned to his, her hands playing up his stomach and chest. She was entirely gentle as her hands entered his hair.

His hands traced the rise of her shoulder blades, and the curve of the small of her back, the fullness of her ass and the slederness of her waist as it flared into her hips. She moved up onto him and gentle lips explored hers, breathed in her breath, felt the life in her and drank of it, breathing for her as well. He could not help but feel how full and yet pert her breasts were, and he suddenly wanted to touch them, caress them and play. He pulled her closer, pressing those breasts against him as her body and his met.

His hands pulled her hips scloser to his, and felt the sweetness of her thughs beneath the water, oulling them more apart.

She moaned into his kiss, opening her thighs for him. Her hands moved from his neck to cover his. She was strong, and holding herself up over him, in whatever position he wanted her.

He adjusted and pulled her closer, letting her move to be in his lap, astride him as it were. Lucky it was a big tub. And she was comfortable with that strange position. In a way he could not help but think of what he could half see, her legs not so human, but shapely and strong none the less.

She crouched astride him, kissing him deeply. Letting him call the shots, for all that she was on top.

He held her mouth with one hand against her cheek, kissing her. And with the ontehr hand he caressed a thigh and guided her on top of him, to take himher legs bent in a way few humans could hold for long. And he vound it very very attractive.

She sat atop him, barely covering his tip. She moaned into the kiss, but she was going to make him take her.

He chuckled and reached up to put a hand around her neck. When the kiss ended he looked at her, hovering over him.

"It is like that is it? not in the mood for gentle? You wish tp be taken again? because it is something I could do all day."