The Archman

Chapter 42 - A Burgeoning Passion, Part 1

The bedroom door swings open forcefully, clattering noisily against the wall. It rebounds off the wooden surface momentarily, then is firmly shoved back upon the wall as Eira is pushed up against it.

Adrulac holds Eira against the door with his body, locked in a deep kiss with her. She wraps her arms overtop his shoulders and around his neck to keep herself upright, as her legs were becoming increasingly unreliable.

They both pull away from the kiss, caught between their desire to continue the gesture and their desire to move towards their destination. Adrulac glances over at the open doorway leading to the bedroom, then turns back to Eira.

"May I-"

"Yes, dammit!" Eira blurts out impulsively. She quickly snaps her mouth shut, taken aback by her brusque response. Adrulac looks at her and smiles, noting the flustered self-consciousness plastered across her face.

"No need to be so rude." He quips humorously.

"I didn't...mean to." Eira mutters, her words trailing off into inaudibility.

"I'm sure you didn't." Adrulac's voice lowers to a whisper as he leans in and places his lips upon Eira's neck.

Eira inhales sharply from the contact. It seems no matter how many times he kisses her, it always takes her off-guard.

Adrulac pulls Eira away from the door, guiding her towards the bedroom. She makes it a single step before her knees buckle out beneath her. She drops no more than an inch before Adrulac catches her, holding her up as her legs quake beneath her involuntarily.

Eira looks up at Adrulac, rife with embarrassment. It is as if the gods of procreation are playing some cruel trick upon her, constantly humbling her in front of her partner.

"Having trouble, princess?" It seems Adrulac is enjoying himself in more ways than one.

"No..." Eira murmurs quaintly. She tries to stabilize her legs, but they simply aren't responding to her commands. It is as if all the energy in her body is being relocated to areas of greater priority.

"You're quite the handful." Adrulac teases, placing his hands under Eira's thighs and lifting her up off the ground. Eira instinctively places her hands on his shoulders and wraps her legs around his waist to keep herself from falling.

Though it initially caught her by surprise, she quickly found it to be a comfortable position. Perhaps the gods of procreation were actually doing her a favour.

As Adrulac enters the bedroom, he returns his lips to Eira's body, starting down at her collarbone and making his way up her neck. Eira leans into the kiss, her back arching as a shiver of delight runs up her spine. Her breasts press up against Adrulac's chest from the contortion of her upper body.

Adrulac stops in his tracks, his lips lifting from Eira's skin for a moment as he lets out a deep breath of kindling bliss. Eira can slowly start to sense a presence originating in Adrulac's lower body.

The thick fabric of his combat attire mutes the contact of their bodies quite a bit, but she can clearly detect a growing hardness pressing up against her lower abdomen.

She could understand what was happening in a conceptual manner, but the fact it was happening right now, right before her, was something she could hardly wrap her head around.

She opts instead to wrap her legs around it, simply enjoying its presence against her body.

Adrulac suddenly tosses Eira off of him, taking her fervently by surprise. She drops onto the bed and lands on her back, the mattress fully cushioning her fall. She looks up at Adrulac, who is standing at the foot of the bed, quite pleased with himself.