Embrace II

This belongs to a series I write on fictionpress. There is a part one to this, which is in the PG-PG13 rating. I posted a numbed down verison of this on fictionpress, this is the unrated verison. If you have any questions, feel free to email me.

Please bear with me, this is my first adult fiction. Enjoy.

Embrace II

Once again I sat upon my desk in the middle of the night staring out into the shadows of twilight. The night no longer called me out, instead in all its tranquility it ignored me as if I was a child who had turned away from it. I, too, no longer felt the devotion I once felt for the darkness and its embrace. From my seat I admired it, but felt no urge to join it.

I did not feel betrayed by the night and its disregard. I did not need it or want it any more. My stomach and heart no longer gurgled and jumped at the sight of the setting moon or glittering stars. I felt alone and separated from my night mother. I could not sleep now in her cooling embrace.

I crawled off my desk and onto the hard wood floor. The floor boards felt cool beneath the balls of my feet, I welcome the feeling. By instinct I walked on my tip toes on the floor, reveling in the hardness of the boards against the soft under bottoms of my toes.

I could not sleep. My spirit was anxious again. Inside my chest I could feel my soul tremble and quake. Hurting, wanting something, I could not slumber. My insides ached, making me depressed and scared. I wanted something, something. Regardless of the thin Beauty and the Beast t-shirt (formerly Gideon’s) I wore as pajamas, I welcomed the penetrating cold of the hallways

Quietly, I tiptoed down the hallway, focusing my eyes as best I could in the counterfeit darkness. Golden light, poured out from the bottom of Gideon’s bedroom door. In front of Gideon’s door, I stood there in the pale, miniscule light. Concentrating, I focused in on his room. I could pick up the occasional page turning. The sharp flick of a page being lifted and the soft click of it settling. He was up.

I knocked on his door.

The bedsprings squeaked from his mattress as he got up. I closed my eyes in thankfulness as I homed in on his footfalls. The door opened halfway, the hallway was flooded with the orange light from his bedside lamp. Gideon peeked out at me.

“Ebony? What is it?” he asked worriedly.

“I couldn’t sleep,” I answered. Gideon opened his door, allowing me to enter. I walked in, not looking at him but the floor. Concerned, Gideon watched me. He shut the door behind me. I stood halfway between the floor and his bed.

“What’s wrong?” he asked, stepping up behind me.

I put my arms around myself and shuttered. I was somewhere, somewhere I knew with someone I loved, but I never felt so lost and did not know why I came here. I felt his hands rest on my shoulders. I could feel his warmth through the thin t-shirt I wore to bed. I reached up and gently touched his fingertips, the wrinkly knuckles and the hard, hoof tips. I leaned my head over to my shoulder and rested it on his hand. I held his hand in place, underneath my cheek.

Gideon turned me around to face him. His eyes met mine. Gently he pushed my bangs out of my eyes, feeling my hair between his fingers. The expression on his face was one of admiration. I reached up and cupped his cheek, reveling in the feeling of his soft fur against my palm and between my fingers. In response Gideon’s eyes closed. He rubbed his cheek against my hand. I pulled my hand away and pulled myself against his bare chest. My arms went around his waist as I pressed my head against his chest. My ear rested over his heart. I took in his smell, the scent of old books, linen, faded Axe, and mingling smell of Herbal Essence shampoo. Gideon had his arms around me, and tenderly began to rock me.

“You used my shampoo again,” I said resignedly. I rubbed my cheek against his left pectoral muscle.

“So why are you up?” he asked softly looking down on me. I looked up at him, my chin buried in his fur.

“I told you, I couldn’t sleep,” I chuckled, wrapping my arms even tighter around him.

“Why?” he asked. His hand went under my chin. He chucked my face up even higher. He leaned forward so that the tip of his blunt muzzle was only a few inches away from the tip of my nose and lips.

“I don’t know,” I answered. “I don’t feel—right.”

He leaned back, slightly limp. His hand still remained under my chin. His eyes bore a concerned expression.

“I can’t sleep. Now I don’t know what I want. I used to, now I don’t.”

“Do have a clue want you want?” he asked me. I could feel the warmth emanating from his body. His arms went around me, cuddling me. He ran his fingers through my hair as I thoughtfully leaned against his chest.

“I wish I knew. I just wish I knew what I want,” I said softly, burying my face in his chest. “I don’t understand myself anymore. I need something. I feel like I’m dying inside.”

“Hmm?” Gideon murmured as he suddenly pulled away. He stepped back and looked at me. He looked hurt. His hand rubbed his bicep. He lowered his head, looking at the ground, at his hooves and my bare human feet. Softly, hoarsely he spoke up, “I understand.”

I stood there, confused. “Understand what?”

“That you don’t belong here,” he said, “with me.”

“Gideon?” I blanched, startled and shocked.

I stepped towards him. He reached out, his hands resting on my shoulders and keeping me at an arms distance away. His nails dug into my shoulders. I was shocked. It was ridiculous what he had just said. I was reacting the same way if someone had to me—I don’t know—rabbits lay golden eggs—chocolate fights off cancer, I don’t know. I didn’t believe it; I didn’t even give it a second thought. I was more in shock that he had said it.

“Ebony, I love you,” he said, his voice cracking. “I want you to be happy. I knew this wouldn’t last forever. You need to be with someone other than me. A human, a normal guy, without horns, or a snout, or hooves. A guy who makes you feel normal, like you belong.”

“Gideon, you ass! You’re completely full of shit. That’s ridiculous,” I said, poking a finger into his chest. “I love you.”
I viciously hugged him, pulling him close and tightly. What came out next came out without thinking and with much desire. “Gideon, I need you in the worse kind of way.”

Gideon pushed me away and stood there, his mouth wide open. I do not think a woman has ever told him that in that kind of tone. “Ebony, what did you say?”

“I need you!” I repeated. I stood there, my hair flying wildly, tears welling up in my eyes. “I want you. I love you. I need you now!”

His breath was caught in his chest. For moment we stared at each other, in disbelief. We didn’t breathe, we didn’t blink, we didn’t move, we didn’t think. Suddenly, Gideon swept me up in his arms. His lips pressed against my own passionately. My hands scratched at his ears and ran through his curly locks. I freed my self out of his grasp and held my arms in the air.

Gideon froze for moment chewing on his bottom lip then blinked in realization. Slowly, out of uneasiness not seductiveness, he took the bottom of the long t-shirt I wore and pulled it up over my head. He looked down at the floor during the whole process. Gideon’s snout and cheeks burnt at incredible shade of red as he looked up at me. I smiled and brought his head down. We kissed again, Gideon pulled me close so that both our bare chests would be touched, my softness against his sturdiness. Minotaur fur tickles. Gideon stopped his kiss and looked down at me. He slowly went down on his knees, his eyes focusing on mine the whole time. His arms went around my waist and he drew me close to him. I held on to his horns as he went to work.

His fingers worked into my back as he playfully kissed and licked at my stomach and breasts. His hoofed fingertips pressed against my spine and moved upwards. Gideon bit down on my right nipple and I winced. The love bite quickly became more soothing as he began to suck. I cried out in delight and pulled his head closer, pressing his snout against my skin. Gideon snorted, chuckling, a broad ear to ear smile forming on his face as he looked up at me. I tugged on his horn. Gideon stood back up.

I put my hands on the band of his pajama pants and looked down thoughtfully. Gideon chucked me under the chin and brought my face up to his again. He looked worried, confused, and unsure.

“Ebony, do you want to?” he asked.

I looked down again, my face burning just as red as Gideon’s face earlier. “I want to. I’ve always wanted to.”

“Are you sure?” he whispered. His pressed his snout into my hair, breathing deeply. “I understand if you don’t.”

“Yes,” I whispered softly, “I’m sure. I’ve never been surer in all my life.”

Gideon picked me up and carried me the few feet to his bed. Gently he settled me down on the edge. Gideon kneeled on the floor in front of me, contemplating. I swallowed as he took my left leg and propped it up on his shoulder. His right arm rested on my thigh. His right hand slid up my side and went around to my back, his hoofed finger tips resting on my spine. I set my one hand on his right arm while my left hand rested on the top of his head, between his horns. I grabbed a handful of curly, tan streaked blond hair.

Gideon was slow and absorbed as he “worked”. I could tell, just by watching the expression on his face that this was his first time going down on a woman. He was eager to do it, but unsure where or how to begin. He started off slow, often jerking back after every move, waiting for my approval. His confidence grew with each little reaction I gave him. The tighter I pulled his hair, the more powerful his performance became. I let go of his hair and leaned back, now both of my legs rested on his shoulders. I moaned softly as I felt myself build up, pressing a hand against my temple. Gideon’s shoulders rolled as he satisfied me. I lost myself. Gideon pulled away as I moaned and climaxed. I repositioned myself on the bed and beckoned to Gideon who was beaming.

Barely seconds later he was on top of me. We kissed as his hands supported him and kept him from crushing me while my hands eagerly explored him in appreciation. Gideon would rear up every time my hands became too invasive or too passionate, especially when I gripped his short, deer like tail. During mid kiss, Gideon reached over and set the book he was reading on the nightstand. I managed a chuckle as I spied his hand from the corner of my eye move the book out of the way.

Seconds later, Gideon rolled over onto his back, still holding onto me. Now I was on top. We kissed lightly and I took his glasses off, placing them on the nightstand. His hands slide up my sides, feeling my back and breasts. His eyes were wide in wonderment. I slid my fingers over his knuckles, feel the same joy he felt. Softly I kissed at his forehead and worked my way down his face, placing kisses between his eyes and on the bridge of his nose. At his neck I playfully bit and sucked—probably the kinkiest thing a vampire could ever do to his or her lover. Gideon purred at the feeling of my tongue and fangs against his jugular. At his chest I kissed his ribcage and pectoral muscles. I looked up at him and watched the pleasured expression on his face. Revengefully I bit one of his nipples, he winced. Reaching out, Gideon pushed me away from my attack. I paused and sat up. Gideon smiled up at me and reached upwards, cupping the side of my face.

Gideon rolled over on me again. His snout was pressed on the inside of my neck. I purred contentedly. His tongue ran down the length of my neck. I wrapped my legs around his waist. My fingers gently stroked the back of his head. I leaned forward playfully nibbling on the tip of his ear.

“Say it,” I said gently.

“Say what?” he asked. I ran my finger through the soft fur on his shoulder. The ridge of fur on Gideon’s spine rose and prickled.

“You know,” I whispered. “Do it with the accent…for me.”


Gideon chuckled. “You’re kidding me, right?”

“No,” I said smiled. Gideon sighed in jest. He looked me in the eyes, jerking on eyebrow up.

“Do I make you horny baby?” he said in a perfect Austin Powers accent. I burst out laughing.

“Pants off and shag me,” I said, my face buried in his neck.

“Huh?” Gideon said. His head popped up quickly. The seductive look had faded leaving one very confused, startled all Gideon expression.

“Pants off!” I exclaimed angrily. I grabbed hold of the band of his pants and gave them a tug. I managed to get his pajama pants pass his buttocks, when Gideon put his hands on top of my overly eager ones. His eyes looked into mine again. Smiling mischievously, he finished my job with a single yank. His pajama pants were tossed onto the floor beside my shirt.

I slid my hands between his legs. I liked what I felt. Gideon didn’t. He pulled my hand away.

“Your hands are cold,” he cooed and then pressed his body against mine.

The feeling of his body against mine was incomparable. I guess it would be like a cat finding a patch of catnip, it just can’t stop rolling and touching. It just wants more and more. And I wanted more and more.

I enfolded Gideon’s head with my arms and wrapped my legs even tighter around him. His one arm wrapped around me as the other one lifted both of us off the bed, the lowered us, then lifted again.

It became rhythmic. Our bodies worked together, working against each other, creating the necessary friction for arousal. I cried out when we became one.

It was a strange, wonderful, beautiful moment when we became one body, one mind, one soul, one thought, one heart—one of many poetic things. I had known Gideon for years, I had never once considered this a possibility, never once had I ever thought this would ever happen, or thought of Gideon in this way. I ate breakfast with him, read with him, watched TV with him, talked with him, loved with him, slept beside him, embraced him, kissed him, but this, this was so different from all the other experiences on so many different levels. I had never see Gideon like this, and with the exemption of a few glimpses and very awkward moments, I had never seen him without his clothing. As I lay there on the bed, Gideon working me into the mattress, I realized how beautiful he was.

My arms fell from around his neck and fell against the bed as I felt my body weaken and slacken. I propped myself up with my arms. Gideon was no longer supporting my back. He was supporting himself to keep him from crushing me as the intensity of his thrusts grew. I watched the expression on his face change repeatedly. Grimaces, concentration, thoughtful, happiness, delight, confusion, love, worried. Simply beautiful. Gideon had very little control over his expression, and I think that may have been true for me as well.

Sweat beaded up on his chest and ran down in rivulets onto my stomach. Sweat dripped down from the tip of his snout. He was soaked, his wet fur glistening in the lamp light. The expression on his face quickly distorted, as if something was jerked from him.

My own body was stiffening and building up, like a dam. My lungs were seizing, muscles tensing. My toes stretched and cracked. Whimpers and cries crawled through my lips. The moment Gideon jerked; everything inside me exploded. It was not one of my most powerful climaxes, but for our first intimacy and a slightly inexperienced partner, it left me hopeful for the future.

I cried out during my climax

He moaned as his body relieved his own pressure.

It was over.

Breathing heavily Gideon looked down at me, his eyes half closed in exhaustion. We were still one until he mentally regained control of his physical lust. He panted and managed a weak kiss on my cheek, almost as in gratitude. I was too taken to respond.

Gritting his teeth and gripping the comforter for reinforcement, Gideon pulled himself out of me and sat back, breathing heavily. He was completely on display in front of me.

I fell back onto the bed, my stomach trembling, my body soaked in sweat, his and mine.

“Oh dear god,” I said, my hand pressed again my fast beating heart. My other hand slid down to the burning heat and liquid in my center. “Oh dear god.”

“Holy hell,” he answered, laying back, his head towards the foot of the bed. His body was spread out to cool himself off. “Holy hell.”

For a moment all was calm and quiet as we and the world recovered from a powerful moment of passion. My body began to cool and slacken in some parts, tighten in other. The bed shook and Gideon sat up and crawled over to me. He smiled as he lay down beside me, watching me recover.

“Well?”

“Well what?”

“How was I?”

I answered with a soft kiss on the tip of his snout. “Okay.”

“Okay?” he asked, upset.

I smiled back. “I love you.”

“I love you, too.”

“I didn’t realize how much I did until tonight,” I answered. “Did I ever tell you that you’re beautiful?”

Gideon smiled and leaned over kissing me. I tasted his salty tears. They were the sweetest things I had ever tasted. He put his arms around me as we kissed and pulled me onto of him. His left arm rested on the small of my back, his right hand rested between my shoulders.

That night we slept well, sleeping late into morning. We never moved, never once breaking the embrace. As I woke that morning on Gideon’s chest—the best bed I ever had—I gazed onto his face. On cue his eyes opened and blinked, sleepily. He smiled as he recognized my blurry face.

That moment I realized, I had never felt more whole in all my life, right there, in his arms.