Chapter Text
Khali
1 - Khali, my love, you are the greatest gift of them all
2 - We spend our night together, the sky as dark as ink
3 - With careful hands and loving whispers, my gentle hands map the curve of your thighs
4 - And my lips caress your skin, I taste the salt of your essence
5 - Entwined in the perfumed linen, we give ourselves to rapture, and we praise His name
6 - Your lips, sweet as honey, whispering words of love and praise,
7 - Oh, khali, keeper of my heart, give yourself to me
8 - Let me worship at the altar between your breasts, let me hear your song of pleasure
9 - I kiss the curve of your belly, and bite the soft flesh of your hips
10 - And I drink from the oasis between your thighs
11 - I kiss you until you tremble and your nectar flows
12 - Khali, give yourself to me, and let me kiss every scar and blemish,
13 - Every mark of imperfection upon your perfection,
14 - Khali, my beloved, you are the life in my eyes and the breath in my lungs
15 - There is no one finer than you, your splendor tattooed upon my heart
16 - Khali, you are perfection, and you are made in His image
- - Book of T'Ren, Chapter 9, Verses 1 - 16
Nia reached up and wrapped her arms around Ayhrov, kissing him, letting him guide her back toward their door.
His tongue made its way into her mouth and she moaned in pleasure, wishing his tongue was lavishing attention on other parts of her, tasting her the way she so desperately wanted to taste him. As the kiss grew more heated, she writhed against him, rocking her hips against that nice, hard ridge in his trousers. Ayhrov absolutely had the right equipment for sex and she could not wait to have it inside her.
“Ayhrov,” she slurred into his mouth. “Open the door.”
”I’m - I’m trying,” he said, returning the kiss.
He was fumbling for the door code, and it kept beeping at them as each attempt was denied. Nia placed her hands on his cheeks and turned his mouth back to hers. God, he tasted so good - she couldn't get enough of him. Ayhrov moaned into her mouth, focusing his attention on her instead of the door. They kept kissing, mouths roaming over each other, teeth digging into skin. Nia panted and started unbuttoning his shirt, yanking it out from where he had tucked it into his pants.
”Ayhrov, get that damn door open,” she said, nibbling along that delectable muscle in his neck, her hands rapidly unbuttoning his shirt.
“I can’t think when you’re doing that with your mouth,” he hissed at her.
“Ayhrov,” she whined. “I need you inside me.”
”Fuck,” he said, pulling away.
He typed in the code and the pad flashed green. He grinned and turned back to her. He lifted her in his arms, and she laced her arms around his neck. His hand slid up her thigh and cupped her ass. Ayhrov kicked the door shut behind them. Nia pushed his shirt down and she immediately busied herself with nibbling and kissing every bit of him that she could reach.
"Fuck, these are nice," Ayhrov said with a delighted grin.
Nia bit down on her lower lip, grinding against his cock as his mouth placed a hot, wet trail of kisses along her throat. His hand encompassed her tit and squeezed before he tweaked her nipple, drawing a gasp from her. Ayhrov worked his fingers under the elastic band of her panties. Before she could wriggle her panties down, Ayhrov simply ripped through the delicate lace sides, and threw them aside.
Impatiently, she started tugging her husband toward the bedroom. They stumbled along, shedding their clothing as they went. Her dress landed somewhere in the living room along with his cape and pants. Her bra joined the rest of her clothes on the floor. They made it as far as the wall right next to the bedroom door. Close enough.
He kneaded her ass again and pushed his knee between her thighs. He cupped her mound before his fingers delved between her folds. Nia moaned as one long finger probed her entrance gently.
"Avis," Ayhrov whispered into her neck. "You are dripping wet, love…all over my hand."
Nia wanted to retort but he pressed his finger into her and she gasped, her head falling back. Ayhrov nibbled along her neck. When he eased a second finger into her, Nia let out a whimper, and her knees almost gave out.
"Fuck my fingers, love," he murmured.
Nia let out a little noise as she started rocking her hips against his hand. Ayhrov pressed his thumb against her clit, pumping his fingers in and out slowly with her lazy thrusts. His tongue traced a warm, wet path against her neck, his teeth grazing over her sensitive skin, leaving a trail of goosebumps behind. Ayhrov curled his fingers inside her, drawing a breathless cry from her.
"Spread your legs," he whispered to her. "Just like that. Good girl."
Nia whined. She was so wet she could literally feel her slick dripping down her thighs. Each whispered word of encouragement drove her closer and closer to the edge. Her walls started fluttering around his fingers, and she gasped, digging her nails into his shoulders.
"Ayhrov," she gasped.
"Are you close, love?" he asked.
She whined in response. She was too far gone to come up with anything coherent. When he pressed his thumb against her pearl, she came around his fingers, a low sob falling from her hips. He closed his eyes and let out a little rumble of pleasure as she squeezed his fingers. He held her up as she slowly came down from her high. He slowly pulled his fingers out.
Locking eyes with her, Ayhrov started licking his fingers.
"Just as sweet as I imagined," he said.
Still high in the afterglow of a very nice orgasm, Nia could not formulate a response, and she simply nodded. Ayhrov pushed her toward the bed and she fell back. After getting his boxers off, Ayhrov followed, and she got her first look at a Krill cock. It was similar to a human one, but his was quite blue. As she reached for it, she knew she was going to enjoy it very, very much.
Ayhrov was quite long. His shaft was thicker toward the middle, with a prominent ridge on the underside. She reached for it and started stroking it, unable to stop herself. She thought she had been wet before, but now, she could actually feel her juices leaking out. Ayhrov let out a delicious moan as she squeezed the base and cupped his heavy balls. Palming them, she watched as it dribbled thick, white precum. Her mouth watered at the thought of having him in her mouth.
”Am I allowed to suck your cock?” Nia asked, wrapping her fingers around his shaft.
”I don’t know - ah - if not, I will pray for His forgiveness,” Ayhrov said around his kisses. “Maybe? I don’t know - love, I genuinely can’t form a coherent thought - “
Ayhrov let out an unintelligible noise as she palmed his testicles. He gave her a few seconds before he picked her up and carried her to their destination. They rolled down onto the soft, decadent bedding. Nia ended up on her back with Ayhrov between her legs. Nia wrapped her fingers around his cock, admiring just how stiff it was in the palm of her hand. She started stroking, and with each pump of her hand, more and more of his thick cum dribbled out.
Ayhrov grabbed her hand and pulled it away from his cock. He was breathing harshly.
"Love, we can't," he said.
Nia gave him a confused look.
"I can't finish anywhere but inside you," he said.
"Ayhrov, this entire time...you haven't been - ?" Nia asked.
"No," Ayhrov said, "It goes against the Ankhana."
Four months. She'd been teasing him for four months. No wonder he was so tense.
"I've been teasing you," Nia said, and Ayhrov nodded. Crushing guilt filled her. "Ayhrov, I'm so sorry - "
"I like the torture," he said, and he started kissing her again. "I might actually embarrass myself, however."
Nia silenced him with a kiss and reached down between their bodies. She guided his cock to her entrance. Ayhrov pressed his forehead to hers, his nose touching hers. Nia nuzzled him for a moment before giving him a shy, encouraging smile.
"May I?" he asked.
Nia gave him another kiss.
"Please," Nia whispered, holding him steady as he started to push in.
Nia felt her eyes drift shut, her breath hitching in her throat as Ayhrov slowly sank into her. He was everything she had imagined and more. He was thick and long and utterly perfect . Ayhrov gripped her thigh as he finally found the end of her. They both moaned. He buried his face into her neck as she squeezed around him.
"Keep doing that and I will finish," Ayhrov warned.
Nia kissed him on the lips.
"Go ahead," Nia whispered. "We have all night."
Ayhrov groaned. He started off slow, pulling out almost all the way before sinking back in. She wrapped her legs around his waist to let him get in a little bit deeper and he started hitting that spot inside her. Nia let out a moan with each thrust into her body. It really was too much for her to handle and she came just after he did, her walls fluttering around his impressive girth. He ground against her, drawing out the last few twinges of their shared orgasm.
Nia rubbed his back.
"That was delightful," Nia said.
"That literally lasted thirty seconds, love," Ayhrov said hoarsely.
"It was still delightful," Nia insisted, thumping him on the ass with her heel.
Ayhrov pulled out, and to her surprise, nothing came back out. She decided they could discuss Krill biology later, once they had satiated their desire for one another. Ayhrov seemed to have other things in mind, and he started kissing his way down her neck, his palms mapping the soft curve of her body. Nia moaned for her husband, her back arching as he sucked her nipple into his mouth. His hand squeezed her other breast, and he let out a delighted moan. He alternated between her breasts, sucking on her soft flesh until she had several hickeys decorating her chest.
"I take it you like tits?" Nia asked when he came back up for air.
"Nia, I could have buried my face in your cleavage the day you told me off," Ayhrov confessed. He trailed kisses further down, biting her hip bone as he went along. Nia squirmed. "However, there is one thing I like having in my mouth more than a breast."
His breath fanned against her inner thighs as he lowered himself onto his belly. A look of pure hunger entered his eyes as his thumbs spread her folds apart, making her blush rosy-red.
"Beautiful," he whispered.
Ayhrov did not give her time to prepare herself. He leaned in and licked a stripe from her quivering hole up to her pearl. Ayhrov teased her with the tip of his tongue, forcing a strangled whimper from her throat. Her back arched as she clenched her fists in the bedding. No matter how much she squirmed and begged, Ayhrov maintained the same steady pace to keep her from finishing too soon. He drew back and gave her a look that made her legs tremble.
"You taste so good," he said. "So fucking good."
He dove right back in, letting out a delicious moan. Nia gasped down a breath of air, her legs shaking each time his tongue flicked against her pearl. He pinned her hips down with one arm. Meeting her eyes, he slipped two fingers into her quivering, waiting channel. She let out a sob as he curled his fingers inside her. Nia felt her blush worsen at the wet noises he was coaxing from between her legs. Any sense of modesty or embarrassment died away when he pushed his tongue into her. She had never realized how long his tongue was.
"Ayhrov, I," she gasped out. "I'm gonna - "
The next flick of his tongue against her pearl sent her over the edge. Nia cried out as her entire body tensed. She came hard around his fingers, her knees clenching together. Ayhrov stopped licking, but he kept pumping his fingers in and out of her slowly. Nia lay there, her heart pounding in her chest, as she basked in the afterglow. As the sweat cooled, she smiled dazedly.
"Are you alright, love?" Ayhrov asked.
Nia could only nod.
"Good," he said, and he started licking again.
Nia yowled as he stuffed a third finger into her. He pumped his fingers in and out roughly, sucking her clit between his lips. She wasn't sure how many times she came around his fingers. She was sweating and shaking by the time Ayhrov was finished. He pulled his fingers out with a wet noise and wiped them clean on the bedding. Then he crawled back up and pressed a kiss to her lips.
Nia parted her knees for him when she felt his cock resting on her mound.
“Ayhrov,” she whined. “Please?"
"Since you asked so politely," he murmured.
He guided himself to her entrance and started pushing back in, making her toes curl up in pure delight. Halfway inside, Ayhrov paused, and reached up to lace his fingers through hers. He guided her hands up while she wrapped her legs around his waist.
"Alright, love?" he asked. "Not too much?"
"F-Fine," Nia managed to say. "Feel so good, Ayhrov - feel so right - "
Gently, he continued pushing forward until she let out a strangled cry, his cock just shy of uncomfortable so deep inside her. He held her there, their bodies intimately joined, as they paused there together.
"I'm ready," she whispered.
He nuzzled her gently. Ayhrov pulled his hips back until the head of his cock just remained inside her. Slowly, patiently, Ayhrov moved inside her. Every last coherent thought left her brain. He felt amazing, so slippery and warm and thick . Nia managed to get her hands free and she dug her fingernails into his back, squeezing tight around him each time he pulled out. Ayhrov started moving harder, faster, each maddening thrust driving her closer and closer to the edge. His moans were pure music to her ears, sweet and deep.
Nia had never been this wild for someone before, to the point of incoherence as she moaned and whined and begged him for more and more and there could never be enough -
"Nia, I'm about to," he groaned.
She wriggled a hand between their bodies and started stroking herself so she could come with her husband. Nia sucked in a breath of air as her walls started to flutter around him. She tightened her legs around him, bracing herself against the headboard with one hand. Ayhrov let out a beautiful moan as he finished. Nia sighed with pleasure as he filled her to the brim with pulse after pulse of cum. He rested atop her, returning her little kisses.
After he pulled out, they rested a few moments, and she curled up against him. The sweat started cooling, and she pulled the sheets up to cover herself up. Ayhrov did not - he just spread out on the bed, completely naked with everything on display. He stroked her arm, and she looked up at him. He looked contemplative, like he wanted to say something. He swallowed.
"Nia," he said softly.
"Yes, darling?" she asked.
"I...I um..."
She gave him a curious look, stroking his cheek. Nia from four months ago would have panicked, thinking he had changed his mind. Current Nia knew him well enough to know he would stay by her side no matter what happened. He refused to make direct eye contact, and his cheeks turned blue.
"I love you," he whispered, and pure elation filled her.
Nia never thought that three little words could affect her so deeply. But now, as she lay with Ayhrov, gazing into his beautiful eyes, she finally stopped dancing around those feelings she had for him. She grinned and leaned in for a kiss.
"I love you too, Ayhrov," she whispered back, and he pressed his nose to hers.
She cuddled with him a little bit more before sitting up. After they changed the sheets, cleaned up, and had something to drink, they returned to the bed. Nia snuggled up against him, resting her hand on his stomach.
"It's hot," he said grumpily.
Ayhrov took his shorts and socks off, throwing them over the side of the bed.
"Are we going to have to argue about your socks on the floor, or can we just skip it and go straight to the angry makeup sex?"
Ayhrov let out a noise of amusement.
"I am not as young as I used to be," Ayhrov said. "Two is pushing it. We had better start praying if you want to try for a third orgasm."
Nia giggled as he rolled onto her and tugged the sheets away. As he pressed his mouth to hers, Nia melted into his embrace. The next eight weeks were going to be paradise.