Explicit Content. Hoping for any type of constructive criticism, from the smallest to the biggest thing. I'm considering extending this into more of an actual story, as I have story lines for both and a possible future in my mind.

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Lillian lounged upon a four-poster bed, naked except for the maroon silk sheet that graced her figure. Her coal-black curls fell over the edge of the bed gracefully and her gold-highlighted eyelids were closed over the dark emerald eyes, long, thick eyelashes fluttering slightly as her mind was lost to passionate imaginings and anticipation. The bed was large, almost as wide as it was long, and she sprawled diagonally across it with her head at the foot of the bed, an arm half-wrapped about one of the posts, the other cradling her supple breasts. Layers of colorful silk cloth that would usually hang down around the bed were loosely pulled up, letting in the flickering candlelight which cast dancing shadows on her exposed flesh. Pillows were loosely strewn about the room and on the bed, colorful Indian patterns in silk on the hard-wood floors. Sprites, shadows cast by candles in holders about the room, swayed and twisted about the golden brown walls. A short altar to one side of the room released tendrils of delicious, almost intoxicating smoke from incense burners. The smell was enough to quicken the beat of the heart.
There were short, wide windows about the walls, close to the ceiling, giving glimpses of a dark, starry sky. Five feet from the foot of the bed, a large, carved, oaken door was closed tightly. Lillian was waiting for it to open, waiting for her lover to fill the room with his presence, waiting for him to take her.
Downstairs, Adrian was sipping from his fourth glass of honey-wine, keeping the last of his guests entertained with small nods and murmurs of agreement, his mind elsewhere. He couldn't help but stare up at a clear night sky and remember the night he'd first seen that beautiful goddess, with nothing but her long, cascading hair to hide her body from his eyes. She had risen out of the water with passion, starlight glimmering off of wet skin. At first, he thought he had stumbled upon a dream, had found himself in the faerie realm, and himself standing half-naked at the foot of the path to the river. Then he moved, and she saw him, falling back into the water so only her face could be seen.
Startled and ashamed, she had apologized profusely, and he had turned his back for her modesty, chuckling softly. What claim did he have on the night? Nature surely did not begrudge it's children of their natural state- if this young woman desired to leave clothes behind and swim dark waters, she certainly had as much right as he did. Who was to blame that they had both had the same idea?
That night, she had been one of the many guests in his home, a homeless girl following friends across the country. She was searching for something, though what he could not glean from those who she was with. Her demure nature, which before had left her unnoticed, interested him. Out of curiosity, he had extended the invitation of his house to her in-person, giving her the opportunity of staying even when her friends left.
His glass emptied far too soon, staring at the stars, pretending to care about the matters which were being discussed around him. No longer willing to wait patiently for them to leave or go off to bed- it was not altogether unusual for his guests to stay up the night, waiting for the sunrise- he excused himself. He poured another cup of the mead, swilling it around the cup, watching the golden liquid shimmer, before he downed it.
Adrian had always been willing to share his bed with the women who passed through his life. It had been a guilty pleasure for him, a sweet treat- but his household had always been the most important thing to him. The pleasures of the body meant little more to him than the sweet stroopwaffles he had imported once a month from the Dutch, though it was something special to him to learn the passions and desires of those around him. Lillian was something different- a sweet exotic flower he could not resist but to pluck from the vine. He was not proud of the way his loins throbbed at the thought of kissing every inch of flesh, nor the barbarian-like urge that boiled his blood whenever he tried to resist her. Somehow the girl who blushed if he did so much as lay a hand at her back had curried his interests just right and weakened his defenses. He could not stand the idea of no longer rising to see her demure figure eating so delicately in the gardens, listening so intently to the birdsong, or sitting smiling so calmly in a room filled with raucous, cheerful people. That was what he feared the most- his fear of her leaving.
His mind lost in thought, his body not allowing him to forget what was waiting for him upstairs, he pulled out another tapered wine-glass and filled both, careful not to spill or drop them as he walked up the large, shadowy steps to his bedroom. Ghost-like as he had been called, he moved silently, and the well-oiled hinges of his heavy bedroom door did not give away his entrance to the room. The heady smell of incense mixed with the alcohol and his senses shifted as his eyes fell upon the gorgeous, un-flawed body laid bare to him on his bed. Lillian had turned onto her side away from the door, her legs pulled up slightly, one arm holding the silk sheet to her chest, the other cradling her head under the cascade of curls. Her back, with perfect olive-toned skin, was bare to him, the sheet barely coming up to her hips. She did not know he was there and was still as he moved to the altar, placing the glasses down, resisting the urge to drop them upon the hard wood floor where the glass would shatter and the mead be soaked up by colorful pillows in his desire to run hands along that soft skin, to taste it, to feel her warmth.
Turned away from her, he took a breath and tried to calm the passion singing through his veins. He managed, barely, regaining his sense of composure and control. No matter how much he wanted her, he would not forget who he was, that he was here to show her passion's sweetness. He knew she was not inexperienced- her friends had laughed at the thought- but it seemed that she had been only shown the coarseness of uncivilized pleasures.
Adrian turned back around, unable to hold back a smile at her form though his eyelids were heavy with lust. He knew just how vulnerable she was, moving quietly over to the foot of the bed, running a fingertip gently down Lillian's spine from the nape of her neck to the sheet. She started with surprise a bit, a jump suppressed by habit, but the shiver that followed was not restrained.
She turned her head to look up to him, seeing the unveiled desire in his eyes through her own fear-tainted lust. Though Adrian had never spoken a single word at her in frustration or anger, had never raised his voice, she could not help but fear that some sadistic passion of his would come out in the night. She would cater to that passion as was her nature, but it had taken weeks for the marks from her ex's whip to heal...
He did not turn on her with unrestrained passion, but knelt to kiss his way back up to her neck, causing her flesh to erupt in goosebumps. His hand hovered above her skin, running from her hip up her side and then following her arm, so that his fingertips brushed against her silk-covered breasts. He tilted her face to his, licking her lips with light flicks of his tongue. She didn't make a move until his tongue parted her lips, and then she raised herself to him, cradling his face with her delicate, long fingered hands, tasting him passionately. The sheet fell about her legs forgotten- she enjoyed the taste of strawberries and honey wine, intoxicating and strong, too much for modesty. Her lips were soft and full against his and she tasted like the chocolate mints he'd seen her eating earlier, but his fingers craved her flesh. He ran his hands from her shoulders down her front, cupping her breasts as his thumbs circled her nipples, rewarding him with a slight gasp through the kiss, and then running fingertips along the flesh right below her navel so that her back bent involuntarily.
He pulled away for long enough to murmur into her ear that there was drink on the altar but couldn't resist the urge take her earlobe into his mouth to bite and suck, warm breath quick and heavy in her ear. Then he carefully licked the outer rim of her ear as finger tips teased along the insides of her legs, rewarding him with a soft moan.
Adrian stood, pulling her up with him, bodies touching- her bare skin against his soft, thin, linen clothes, his phallus a hard mound restrained by his pants, warm at her groin. His hands couldn't help but move down her back, fingernails dragging down that perfect skin to grab her ass, pulling her closer in the instinctual desire to feel the warmth between her legs. His sensitive finger tips felt the tiny mounds, lines of scars, that his eyes had not noticed in the flickering light, and under his lust he felt a wave of that soft, knowing, loving pity. Come morning, when their bodies languished, satisfied, and heart beats were stilled, the sadness and care would remain.
Lillian wanted his warmth within her, and her hands moved from his soft, smooth face to pull at his clothes, finding their way under his shirt and to the hem of his pants. Her hands were cold on his heated flesh and it was his turn to shiver, but his fingertips and lips were not yet satisfied. Pulling away from her kiss, he quickly pulled off his shirt, having forgotten his childhood scars. There was a sharp intake of breath when she saw the twisted skin about his nipples and the deep line of scar tissue down to his navel, the only sign of the wound that had once nearly gutted him.
Then she was upon him with gentle kisses along the scared skin, as if she could breath healing into injuries inflicted long ago. Where the skin was most maimed, her tongue explored the texture, the little crevices of twisted flesh down his body until her warm breath was dancing at the hem of his pants. His fingers had run through her lustrous hair while she somehow painted beauty along the ruined flesh, easing a hurt that had been forgotten in the self confidence he'd forged for himself.
Her hands were at his waist, her thumbs underneath his pants, when he lowered her onto the bed, a hand at her head and her lower back. He was strong, and she was light in his arms. She was between his legs, and he leaned on one elbow, taking a nipple in his mouth as his free hand cradled her other breast. His teeth gently pulled her nipple taught and she wrapped a leg about him, her back arching so she rubbed against him.
Again, Adrian fought his body's simple desires. It would be easier not to take the pleasure of her warmth about him, if she did not seem so willing for him to take her like an animal and expel himself upon her. He could not help but wonder if she knew more sophisticated things, then, but if she did not he was determined to show her. He hovered above her, breathing softly along her skin, down her stomach where his tongue flitted into her belly button teasingly, then kissing a line down to her nether lips. She was holding her breath, he knew, and shivered as he dragged the tip of his tongue down the inside of her leg. The sensation of warm breath was enough to make her shiver, her hands reaching for his thick blond hair. Then he kissed her, tongue parting her lips to feel her burning warmth and wetness.
Lillian moaned, never having been with anybody who had any interest in pleasuring her, pleasantly surprised. The light kisses and warm breath inspired shivers, his tongue a delicate, delicious pleasure, but only for a moment before he was kissing and nibbling his way back up her body. His soft hair fell against her skin, tickling as he blew across her collarbones. Then he found the beat of her pulse, teeth gently digging into flesh, sucking at the blood that rushed just beneath her skin. She gasped lightly, and her hands dug into his back, almost fumbling down his flesh, tugging, pulling him closer again. Unwilling to mark her, he withdrew enough to draw a line of nibbles and kisses down her shoulder, a hand caressing her sides.
From there his lips explored her arms, her hands, her chest, her stomach, her legs- and the warmth between them. She laughed softly when he nibbled her fingertips, but moaned with wanting at the warm breath on her most sensitive skin. Then he had her roll onto her stomach, exposing that gorgeous long back, hair flowing about her, and she luxuriated in a full-body massage.
It was something Adrian prided himself in, his collection of rare and exotic goods. He kept a supply of natural, edible massage oils from Indonesia under the altar. He was careful to make sure they were rubbed into every inch of flesh, often followed by kisses and licks. When he laid down beside her, a hand trailing up her leg to rest around her waist, kissing her shoulder, she smiled at him and began undressing him. Now, her movements were languid but very sexual as she slowly tugged his pants off, each inch of flesh exposed being kissed or licked. She licked along his shaft once, warm and swollen with blood, and then his pants were off and she was applying the lotion with her delicate, careful hands. The attention she gave to his body astounded him, but was delicious, fingers carefully massaging out tension, tongue and lips caressing the places that made him shiver, teeth biting at less sensitive skin. She took loving interest in his scars, which usually went ignored. Then he pleasured her with his tongue, her legs spread wide to him, his tongue flitting between her lips and then plunging into warmth. He was careful not to linger too long on any one thing, sometimes simply kissing her thighs, but it wasn't until she had stopped shaking with pleasure that he invited her to a hot shower.
Once again he had to coax her into open passion, though this time she seemed to simply be shocked by the gorgeous bathroom with its aqua-colored tiles and waterlife frescoes. The bathtub was a bit over luxurious, with it's multiple shower heads and the large tub, shoulder-height shower curtain and sky window. He washed the oils from her with lathered lavender bodywash, kissing here and there. She caught on quickly and seemed to take enjoyment in washing his fine hair. They stood beneath the water together, flesh on flesh, his groin warm between her legs as the water washed over them. She drank the water caught at his collarbones and he smiled. Then she kissed her way down his scars with that loving care and she took him into his mouth slowly. Her lips were soft, her mouth warm, her tongue caressing his head, and then his whole length was in her mouth and he could feel the pressure of her throat. He moaned, he couldn't help it, and then she began to swallow, the motion exquisite. Her tongue pressed against his shaft and her throat convulsed against him repeatedly. The water had woken every nerve, but now his world narrowed to the sensation, the warmth and the motion. He buried his hands in her curls, tangling in them, as her hands caressed knowingly, as if she knew just where to touch to make his heart skip a beat. Somehow, he managed to restrain himself from thrusting into her mouth and choking when he came, hands fisting in her hair, and she swallowed him down. He knew then, by more than words, that she was experienced.
They left the shower then, drying each other off, Lillian's form seeming even more beautiful to him than before, with the gentle scars on her back and the deeper ones he now knew covered the back of her upper thighs. He led her to the bed, and they laid there for some time, merely content to run fingertips peacefully up and down flesh. Eventually, though, they were both again seized by passion. He pulled her above him, her hair curtaining their faces as they kissed and he teased them both with his warm, hard shaft between her nether lips, his head just barely touching her opening as he rubbed back and forth against her wetness. When they both couldn't stand it anymore- rather longer for him than her- he thrust into her and they both moaned, her filled to overflowing and tightly warm about him.
They reached their peak of pleasure together, something he had rarely achieved before. When they woke, his arms were about her as she smiled in her sleep, and he was filled with that gentle love for something broken and beautiful.

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