a thousand instincts (#1)

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 Aeress

    After a few long minutes of walking and Aeress admiring the ornated interior, they arrived in a room fit for angels. 

     The arching dome ceiling was crafted from both normal and stained glass. Vines and lovely and delicate flowers grew along the walls, intertwining about to make shadows which only complimented the drifting morning light. 

     In the center was a fairly large dining table, crafted by ancient wood and carved in by shing metal pieces. The tables legs were wrapped in thick vines, displaying vibrant flowers of yellow and a fading purple. 

     But before she could appreciate the mountain of food which overwhelmed the table, her body before her eyes did informed her of the presense of the man of the hour: Warrick. 

     There he sat, as lofty as a tree, stationed with the strength of a statue and the presense of a lion. His hair was tossled in a neat and controlled fashion. Clean shaven and dressed as a shadow, he was a king if there ever was one. 

       He bit into a slice of melon. On his plate were beautifully cut foods Aeress had never seen before, of vibrant colors only her imagination could create. 

     Warrick was reading a scroll, concentrated while also occupied by his meal. Aeress didn't know how to feel. She was still so confused by last night, and wasn't sure if they were on talking terms. Not knowing what else to do and refusing to run away like she wanted to, she took a seat across from him. 

       Almost instantly, a servant arrived by her side. 

     "Can I please have water?" She looked at the food at the center of the table. "And whatever you recommend I'm sure I'll like." The servant paused before quickly presenting a plate. 

      Aeress was ravenous, and soon forgot about Warrick and the fact that he didn't even look at her. Since her training began with Klein, she was eating more, drinking more almost constantly. But instead of packing on the pounds like she usually did, her soft, pliable body was shaping up into a form she thought of only in her dreams.

     She waited for him to say something, anything. But he just sat there and read, like she was a ghost rather than a person. 

      He has not said a word to us. Has he rejected us? It can't be, I would know. 

     Aeress jumped at the voice in her head. No... I don't know. I don't think so. 

     He will not lay with us. Tease, touch us, but still he gives nothing more. We are perfect, yet he denies us. Perhaps he is misunderstands our relationship? I don't like this. 

     Aeress could appreciate that Godhead was as perplexed as she was. It's complicated. He won't talk to me. Something happened, I just know it! We were fine, and then last night...

     We could claim him here and now, on this table. 

     Aeress nearly choked on her food. Briefly looking over at Warrick who was still oblivious. Like last time when you took control?

      Last time was nothing. It was a warning. I do not enjoy his teasing. I want him to fill us, and so he shall. 

     Trust me, no one understands more than me. 

     Aeress felt her skin get this alien tingling. She looked down to see her complexion darkening into blue. Then let's take him now. 

     Aeress rubbed at her skin in objection. I'm not having sex with him when he's being an asshole.