Be Careful Who You Write For

Tera was limp in Galen’s arms, barely conscious from the fever. He placed her gently atop the bedsheets, just as Xen had told him. Her pale skin was flushed, her chest rising and falling in erratic breaths. Her shirt had fallen askew, showing off her stomach and belly button. He’d done a good job on this one. He’d seen sickness in all its forms, and this one was a masterpiece. It wasn’t going to kill her, that’s not what any of them wanted. But she was burning with fever, probably having waking dreams, probably aching all over.

Her eyes opened for a moment, looking right at him with fever-brightened azure eyes.

He smiled slowly and leaned over her, breath tickling her ear as he whispered. “How are you feeling, my love?”

She blinked, seeing Galen’s sharp seductive eyes for a brief moment before they softened, turning from a violent aqua to a soft golden. The face, angular and exotic shifted in a haze of fever to familiar planes, and Galen’s short spiked brown hair, grew and darkened into long waves, that fell into his eyes.

“Luken?” she murmured, brows furrowing. “Where are we?”

Galen smirked, biting his lip. Waking dreams, this could prove interesting. “You’re safe,” he said, trying to hide his accent as best as he could, putting a knee on the bed beside her. “I’m taking care of you.”

“I’m glad it’s you,” she whispered as the man leaned in and brushed his lips on her forehead.

She was so hot, and cold, and she hurt, her skin hurt everywhere. The place where those lips had touched seemed to cool, and sooth itself. And the hands that now gently touched her cheeks left lines of relief along her skin. She was unable to hold back a small relieved gasp and her eyes fell closed.

Galen’s heart fluttered, breath quickening. He kept his eyes on her face, watching her lips fall opened slightly with pleasure as he trailed long cool fingers down her throat. “How are you doing that?” she asked in a whisper.

“Do you want me to stop?” he asked. Oddly enough, had she asked him to stop, he would have. Somewhere in his head, he had a sense of decency. The fact that she didn’t realize who she was talking to, was apparently not important.

“No, please don’t,” she whispered, arching slightly when his cool hands reached her collarbone. One rested itself over her heart while the other undid the buttons on her blouse. Eyes still glued to her face, Galen slid the blouse open careful not to touch the exposed breasts … yet. He slid her arms out of the blouse and laid them carefully beside her. Her eyes were still closed, which was good, because her brain was fighting off the fever, trying to get into her conscious and tell her something was very wrong here.

But when he touched her again, this time putting the palms of his hands on her warm flat stomach she gasped and shoed any bad thoughts away. Her hands grasped at the sheets, feeling the chill of his fingers like exquisite ice. In her mind’s eye she saw Luken bent over her, focused on trying to heal her, dark waves falling into his eyes. She felt the man above her shift as he placed a soft kiss on the hollow of her hip bone.

Galen’s eyes were fixed on her face, watching her brows draw together and feeling her arch up when his hands crept around her sides, and his lips found the soft skin just above her bellybutton. He breathed in the heat of her skin, reveling in his handiwork. She smelled like sandalwood and vanilla, and that scent was accentuated by the skin dampening fever.

He let his mouth fall open, trailing his lips across her stomach, dipping his tongue into her navel. She cried out softly, squirming underneath him. He closed his eyes, expending all his energy on tasting her. He ran his lips over her stomach, his tongue darting out here and there, eliciting various sounds of pleasure from the feverish woman.

Tera’s breath quickened, if his hands had been ice, his tongue was fire, licking at her skin, making it flare with fever before the air hit where he’d been and reintroduced the cooling sensations. His hands were still underneath her, positioned under her ribcage, his thumbs on her sides, reaching up to caress the skin just below the curve of her breasts. She felt his mouth open slightly wider near her hip and felt even teeth nip her slightly. Of its own volition, her body arched violently a cry escaping her lips. Luken’s hands underneath her, kept her in that position, even after her body had begun to relax again, so he could adjust his position, settling himself between her legs, still fully dressed. She felt the hem of her skirt fall to her hips as he let her body rest again, taking his mouth away from her stomach.

Galen sat back on his knees, opening his eyes again. She was still delirious, having no thought other than to allow her body to enjoy this. Her aching, overstressed and fevered skin aching to be touched over and over. Her flushed skin calling to his fingers, his lips. His tongue craved her, and slipped from his mouth licking the remaining taste of her from his lips.

He had the patience of a saint, and wanted to make this last as long as possible. The power he had over her right now, the noises she made, the way the muscles in her stomach seemed to tighten every time she breathed. He let his eyes trail from her face as his hands found her legs, slipping on the outside of her thighs, to trace her calves and come back up again, testing her flexibility while he gently massaged her long muscles. Her face was content with the ministrations, only quickening her breathing when he ran his long fingers lightly up both inner thighs, exposing the dark satin panties to the chill air. Her hips lifted up slightly, and a tiny whimper escaped her lips.

Galen smiled and took his hands from her legs, running them up her sides, long fingers tracing the swell of her breasts, drawing circles in her flesh while she squirmed under him. The whimpering became soft breathy gasps the closer his fingers circled toward their momentary goal. Her nipples were already painfully hard when his fingers finally brushed past them. The lightest of touches and the girl beneath him arched, her legs finding their way around his hips. He kept still, gently pushing her hips back to the bed and leaned over her. His breath wafted over her too hot chest as his lips, teeth and tongue followed the trail his fingers previously had, covering every inch of her breast.

Tera’s hands clutched uselessly at the bedclothes underneath her. Her breath caught every time a part of his face would accidentally brush her tightened and overly sensitive nipples. She barely felt him shift again, his hands were on either side of her waist, and his broad shoulders rose from her stomach, his stomach dragging between her thighs with agonizing sloth. His tongue had found the outer edge of her nipples, where the peach flesh turns a dusky rose and was tracing that line, breathing warm damp air onto her skin. She heard her own voice whimper as his tongue lashed out on either side of that aching bud. She felt his hands on her hips holding them down again and taking his weight off of her before his tongue finally found its mark, lashing the very tip of her nipple quickly with the very tip of his tongue. She almost screamed, her body squirming as much as it could with his large hands pinning her down at the waist.

He watched her for a moment, letting her whimpering subside before he brought his mouth down again, this time kissing lightly before lashing out with his tongue again. He ran his lips over that sensitive and fevered area, trading one breast for the other before she’d really start gasping. Her hands, no longer caring how weak they were, had found his torso, pulling on the thin shirt that covered his upper half. He smiled around one nipple, before worrying it with his teeth, eliciting several incoherent words to stream from her lips.

Her lips, Galen hadn’t tasted those yet. He sat back on his heels, pulling the shirt over his head. Her smaller hands found his stomach, and after flickering over his bellybutton and the lines of muscle surrounding it, they went directly to his belt.

“Not yet, little one,” Galen murmured, grabbing her wrists, wrapping his fingers easily around them, and settled himself on top of her allowing her to feel his erection, but not allowing her to move, pinning her body underneath him, and her wrists above her head.

Tera opened her eyes, seeing a fever blurred image above her that seemed to have aqua eyes for a quick moment, till her vision cleared and she saw Luken, lean form and smiling face watching her. “I want to kiss you.” he said, his voice sounding foggy.

She nodded, lost in his eyes and lost in fever heightened sensation. Same as he’d done with everything else, the first kiss was tentative. Her eyes fell closed again, feeling a soft moan against her lips as she managed to swivel her hips against him just slightly. He kissed her gently, darting his talented tongue out to trace her lips, getting another quiet whimper from her. She reveled in the feel of his cool skin pressing against her, and could have easily gone on kissing him for another hour, but her lower half decided against such a docile approach. Her legs wrapped around him and her hips thrust forward, feeling the length of his erection.

Galen tensed, squeezing Tera’s wrists and letting out a groan, but managed to catch himself before his hips continued the motion of their own volition. He abandoned pinning her wrists to pin her hips to the bed again, and kissed her soundly. Delved into the heat of her mouth as she mewled and struggled beneath him. Her hands had found their way to the back of his head, threading into his hair, tugging gently. Another moan escaped his lips

“Please,” she murmured, then tugged harder on his hair.

He growled found a place on her shoulder to bite before he ground himself into her, his hands holding down her hips with bruising force. Her body arched, and tensed and she gasped, eyes flying open. Her breath was ragged in her chest and her fever still raged. Somewhere inside Galen’s head he wondered why she hadn’t passed out again yet. But the rest of Galen didn’t care. His hips rotated and thrust between her thighs again, forcing back a groan as she breathed, “oh fuck” in his ear.

Please. Fuck. He smiled. “Not yet little one,” he whispered before thrusting one last time, then backing away completely, immediately missing the feel of her too hot skin underneath him. She shivered, the chill air worse for the warmth inside her, and let her eyes fall on him. He gave her a small mischievous smile before running his hands up her legs, hooking her panties with his pinkies and pulling them off of her in one smooth motion. Her hands sought any part of him, trying to bring his lips back to hers, but he spread her legs, the cold air hitting her warmest region. He took her hands in his putting them on her spread thighs and holding him there while he breathed in her scent.

The fever would have made her extra sensitive, he would have to be careful not to let her come too early. He smiled, and like he did everything else, went slowly and teasingly down her legs. Her eyes were on him, watching every inch with baited breath. He met her eyes, breathing deeply, letting the air touch her long before he would. He flashed her an evil grin that may have given him away had she not been so far gone already, and ran his tongue down her already wet slit.

She cried out, digging her fingernails into his wrists. “Luken!”

Something inside him ached to hear her say his name, but he brushed that aside and drove his tongue inside her, scorching himself with her heat, muscles clenching around his tongue. He let go of her hands, and they went directly to the pillow underneath her head. He lapped lazily at her inner walls as his hands were busy taking care of his belt and pants, shucking them effectively without ever having to pause his ministrations on the girl.

She was squirming and gasping, small cries escaping her perfect mouth, quite often a “fuck” or “oh god” and thankfully not that boy’s name again. He was deliberately avoiding the places he knew would make her peak, lapping around her sensitive nub with lazy strokes, slowly working her into a frenzy.

Finally, he laid the bottom of his tongue directly on top of her swollen clit. She jerked, moving her hips, but Galen had his hands free again, and held her down once more.

“Patience,” he murmured, lips brushing her button with a vibration that sent her reeling. He flicked his tongue right above her clit, knowing that to go dead on would be too much for her at this point. She moaned, biting her lip and looking down again, he kept eye contact the next three times he hit that same spot. She tensed, arching again. She was close, almost there, and he saw it happening.

So he stopped, crawling up between her legs.

Tera opened her eyes when he stopped, teetering on the edge of orgasm. His lean body was not slow this time, moving quickly up her form, his lips, still tasting of her, fastened onto her mouth. She barely had time to register the fact that the hips her legs wrapped around now were officially unclothed than he had sheathed himself fully inside her.

They both cried out, both arching. Tera came instantly, her hands wrapping around his back, tearing thin lines in his flesh. She was completely incoherent, clutching at anything she could grab.

Galen didn’t want to move, ever. She seared him as she clenched around him, her body rocking with the force of her orgasm. The pleasure pain that she’d caused in welts along the muscles of his back. And her face, he watched her face as she came, her flushed cheeks, eyes wide open blue staring at the ceiling, not seeing anything. The sounds that came from her were close to sending him over the edge, but he held on to his control. Not yet. This was too good, and it would never ever happen again, so not yet.

Before her orgasm was completely finished, he backed up, only slightly, then drove himself into her again, making sure he hit her clit as well. He felt her swelling into another orgasm and repeated the movement fluidly, feeling her shudder beneath him. More language flew from her mouth, and she sank her teeth into his shoulder.

He cried out again, so close he was afraid to move. She would have to come again before he did. That was the rule he’d just made up. He leaned back, still inside her, and brought her legs up to his shoulders, kissing her calves, and grabbing her hips, swiftly impaling her. She screamed, but didn’t come again. Her hands sought out anything they could grab onto, her body arched, eyes closed. Gods she was beautiful.

He went slow and easy for the next few minutes, sinking the entirety of himself into her, filling her completely, then easing back out. Within a few minutes she’d gone from relaxed to squirmy again, whimpering. She managed to reach up and grab his shoulders, pulling him back down to her. He slipped a hand behind the small of her back to control her movement, and slipped the other into the tangled mass of hair at the base of her skull.

She crushed her lips to his, forcing her tongue into his mouth fervently. Sweat had drenched her fevered skin. Her fever was breaking. Galen sped up his pace, lifting her body to him with every thrust. She was about to come again, he wanted to watch. He pulled away, meeting her eyes.

“Oh god, Galen,” she whispered, before she shuddered coming a third time.

Tera’s mind was returning to herself. Galen? Those were aqua eyes she stared at, sharp and feline. The body above her was slightly broader than what she’d thought it was. Galen? He looked stunned, pausing for a moment with his movements. The hand in her hair was smoothing it away from her face.

“Galen?” she whispered.

There it was, she was saying his name. If he hadn’t been worried about her screaming in a completely different way, he would have come right then, hearing her voice speak his name. “Tera.” He shifted his weight slightly, and she groaned again, just as she had when she thought he was someone else. She kept her eyes locked to his. She was shivering, but he couldn’t figure out if it was from the breaking fever or from something else entirely. Her legs tightened around him, and she nodded imperceptively. His hand went from the small of her back, to her hip, the other one stayed in her hair as he slowly began moving in and out of her again. Her eyes, though hooded, didn’t leave his. Her hands found his hair, his disheveled brown hair, and pulled on it lightly. He growled, speeding up the pace, sinking all the way in, moving almost all the way out, and sinking all the way in again. He felt her clenching him again, she was biting her lip, about to come again, and still not taking her eyes from his.

He had to stop. If he didn’t stop, he wasn’t going to make it. He buried himself inside her and held himself still there, putting both hands on either side of her head and letting her azure eyes burn him. “Fuck…Tera,” he whispered, unmoving.

That was all she needed to put her over the edge. He didn’t need to move, didn’t need to touch her in any way, just needed to keep eye contact and say her name. She shuddered, trying not to let her eyes fall closed. “Oh god, Galen,” she breathed. “Holy fuck.”

Galen had watched her peak in shock. He felt her orgasm around him, for him, from him, and he hadn’t even done anything. Then she said his name. He lost his control, pulling out and slamming into her, falling into her, kissing her with a bruising force. He managed to get three more thrusts in, before he felt himself ready to climax. He kissed her hard, and heard her shriek mingling with his groan as they shared the last mind-blowing orgasm.

*******

Robin sat back and blinked, slightly incredulous. She didn’t write erotic fiction. At least, she never had before now.

“Where the hell did that come from?” she asked aloud, scanning the words on the screen over again.

Galen, was a character she’d created for a story about the 4 horsemen of the apocalypse – he was Pestilence as it were. And apparently Galen had found a mind of his own that afternoon.

Robin shook her head again and pushed her chair back from the desk. She’d revisit the story later – after she got some sleep.