Inayah woke to rhythmic swaying, like that of a mother gently rocking her child to sleep in loving arms. Her eyes fluttered open, blurry with the remnants of sleep still desperately clinging to her, but she forced them wider. As her senses gradually grew clearer, the sound of crashing traced her ears. But... it wasn’t a violent sound. It was the musical notes of water, she realised, the percussion section roaring from the surface below.

Sunlight bled and warmed her face, casting streaks of ethereal gold and comforting black across the bridge of her nose. As she slowly propped herself onto one elbow, she threaded her hand through her soft tangles and peered around the room. The swaying continued along with the water splish-splashing, and her location soon dawned upon her.

The room was sparsely decorated, made of nothing but a chipped, wooden table to the right of her and a closet protruding from the wall in front. Dark browns painted the floors with the only source of comfort being the window beside her.

It was circular, a glass pane overlooking a world that was unfamiliar to Inayah.

But she knew what it was.

The ocean.

Her limbs ached as she kicked away the sheets that pooled at her ankles and tried to stand, only to stumble like a fawn as a weak cry left her lips. It turned to laughter within instants, bubbling into something almost as enchanting as the waves rolling from outside.

Channeling all her strength, Inayah placed her hand on the wall and dragged her small, nimble fingers along with her as she approached the door. The room rocked sharply and she clumsily bumped into the closet, but there was nothing that could faze the girl in that moment, for she had become terribly aware of something.

As her fingers curled around the door knob, all her dreams suddenly crumbled and appeared within an instant before her young, hopeful eyes.

And there it was.

The sea drifting into an eternal expanse of blue, breathing, her surface rising with rhythmic ease. Inayah heard the seagulls chatter and squawk from above her, a startling white against the cloudless, goldening skies that mirrored the ocean’s smile, and found herself smiling too. 

Smiling. 

While the boat careened with the movement of the waves, she almost felt guilty for a sliver of a second. Was she allowed to feel this way? So carefree, her heart taking in sunlight like a sponge until her insides were just as bright? The thought seemed funny to her.

She stretched her arms in the air and spun. It was a childish action, something a toddler might have done at the sight of a butterfly twirling and teasing above them, but in that moment, she couldn’t have cared less. 

For the first time in existence, Inayah was a free girl.

The wind swept its warm fingers through her hair and the briny air danced about her tongue as the sun’s setting rays graced the space around her. Along the surface of the water sat a layer of shimmering gold, immiscible, tempting enough for her to lean down and sink her fingers into the ocean’s depth. But she was too busy gazing up at the pastel-coloured skies, eyeing the lilacs and pinks and oranges that melted above her like sticky confectionery.

“What do you think?”

The question had Inayah fumbling, her bare feet coming to an awkward halt as she registered the looming presence behind her. She blinked. She recognised the voice, a roll of booming thunder that had quite the opposite effect on her senses.

Lycus.

With her back still turned to the man, she struggled to voice the ocean current of thoughts and emotions flooding her mind.

“I, well… it’s… it’s…” 

“You do have a way with words, I must say,” he interrupted mirthfully, but she was in too much awe to be bothered by his teasing. 

Pivoting, she looked up at her mate; his eyes had tinges of orange glowing within them, glowing like hot embers muffled by soot as he stared down at her. A grin ate away at her cheeks as they pulled upwards.

“It’s beautiful!” Inayah exclaimed, no longer able to contain her all-consuming fervor in the evening sun. “The ocean, I never knew it could look like this. I never thought it would be so… so…”

“Please do take your time, Inayah. I’ll wait here for another century or two.”

“Shut up,” she snapped mildly. “I was trying to find the right word. Like…”

“There are no words, are there?” he asked, not expecting an answer. Lycus’ suggestion had Inayah growing quiet in contemplation, casting her eyes to the water shifting the boat beneath them. “All this time, I’ve never found a way to-”

“Infinite!”

Lycus paused, his jaw twitching.

Inayah clasped her hands behind her back, sweaty palms pressing against each other, and she smiled. “That’s the word I was thinking of,” she continued apologetically, registering the swift passing of annoyance on his face, and she tilted her head back to the sea. “Infinite. It feels like it goes on forever, blue and more blue, no destination.”

A sudden thought crossed her mind.

“Where are we headed?” she questioned, brows crinkling softly and petal lips pouting. 

Lycus allowed a lull to pass between them, resembling the troughs of the water rocking them gently side to side; it was something consoling and yet brimming with curiosity on Inayah’s part, thoughts scattering like a swarm of bees drifting apart to their respective flowers - or in her case, assumptions.

“Asia,” he finally replied and she blinked against the dying sunlight, studying him thoughtfully. 

Inayah’s smile wavered. “Asia?”

“Mmh.”

“Where is that?”

His eyes sparked, “You’ll see.” 

They ate a dinner of salted mackerels and steamed rice among other myriads of foods Lycus had whipped up in the small kitchen while Inayah stood by the ship’s steering wheel, gazing out into the dark waters that reflected wavering moonlight. 

After dinner and a cold saline shower, she found herself back in the cabin in nothing but a light gown that stopped by her knees. Inayah moved onto the bed and sat up on her elbows, heart thundering in anticipation, just as Lycus stepped inside. He was half dressed in only pants, a towel rubbing his sodden hair.

Their gazes locked and his steps faltered.

Inayah gave a small, shy yet mischievous smile.

“Well,” Lycus leaned against the wooden door, raising a challenge eyebrow, “what do we have here?”

“Lycus,” Inayah groaned, dropping back on the bed slightly ashamed of the talk. Her advancements were obvious, why did he have to question? She heard chuckle and a heartbeat later, the bed dipped. 

Hands were reaching for her wrists, gently prying them away, still she did not open her eyes.

Then he cupped her face and ran his fingers through her hair and all thought was lost. Lycus seemed fascinated with her hair, with her face, her body, her soul - and he thrums as she quivered before him. He took his time, fingers moving on to her mouth and he stayed there for a bit, thumb pressed against her lower lip in mild awe. 

Inayah's eyes opened then, and with her gaze locked on his, she pressed a kiss on his thumb. A pleasant purr reverberated from his chest and she exhaled as he moved on, her cheeks warm and tingling. 

Heart pounding hard against her ribcage, she tensed slightly when he stopped at her breasts, and when he eagerly tweaked a rosy peak through her thin nightgown, it truly occurs to her that this is indeed real. No dream, no hallucination, and she gasped at both the realisation and the sensation, deft fingers pulling and squeezing. 

The pleasure travelled in waves down her spine and out her fingertips and toes, and when her deepest of places skips a beat she hears him rumble again, his entire body thrumming against her. She can only breathe. Leaning closer, he inhaled slowly and sighed in loving content, hands moving down her belly and pauses there.

“Don't stop.” She groaned and felt ashamed of her sudden eagerness. Who is this girl, she wonders in chock. 

She did not have long to contemplate, for the Lycus hummed again and grabbed her by the hips, lifting and pushing her further up the bed, climbing up behind her. She huffed in surprise at his suddenness, but the annoyance quickly flew by as he settled down and pulled her legs over his thighs. The sturdy wood creaks under their combined weight, and she marvelled at his body, massive and powerful. 

Even sitting down, he towered over her, blocking the moon from outside. His hands moved up her calves and thighs, pulling the nightgown with them, and she cannot help but cover her face in shyness when he starts to slip it up past her waist and then shoulders, the purring never subsiding. 

"Beautiful." He praised quietly, brilliant silver eyes skimming her bare body. "

She took a deep breath when she felt the cloth up by her arms and moved for him, shivering a little as she's left bare. He seemed to study her, a moment and her face grew heated by the passing second. 

"Lycus-" Inayah sighed and his smile widened.

"Patience, my love."

She almost laughed but was firmly reminded of other things when his hands slowly left her. At first, she whines a little at his departure, but then nervously swallows the lump in her throat as he slowly lowers himself to her belly, pressing an open mouth kiss on her scar. He descends further down, each movement subtle, lingering, as if he were a part of the waking dream that had captured her mind. 

Lycus eased himself between her parted thighs. Gazing down at her bare pussy he could smell her arousal and it made his mouth water, his cock already so hard it was bordering on painful.

Easing down between her thighs his eyes remained fixed on her face the entire time. Once situated on his stomach between her legs his head lowered until his lips brushed her pussy in a feather-light kiss. Her entire body jerked with the sensation, a low moan whispering from her lips as he deepened the kiss, his tongue emerging to slowly lick the length of her shaved slit. She was sweeter than he could have imagined and with a low growl, he began to devour her.

The tongue that had been teasing her slit delved between her swollen lips to find her clit. She was already writhing beneath him, soft cries of pleasure filling the air around them as his tongue teased at her clit, rubbing the swollen nub until it throbbed beneath his tongue. Easing his hands beneath her ass he drew her hips slightly up to meet his mouth, her legs falling further apart as he sucked her clit between his lips, his teeth gently scoring the sensitive flesh until she cried out in pleasure.

Hands sank into his hair and his eyes with a pleasured groan as she gripped him tight, thrilling pain shooting across his scalp. Her eyes were still closed, her lips parted as she moaned lustfully. The sight of her face caught in the throes of passion inflamed him and he moaned in response, the sound vibrating against her clit as he flicked the swollen nub with his tongue until she was writhing uncontrollably beneath him.

Sliding his fingertips along her slit he slowly eased his index finger into her throbbing pussy. Her tight walls pulsed around his finger as he began to slide it in and out of her, fucking her with his thick digit until her hips were arching against his hand, her body demanding more even if her mind was incapable of doing so.

Easing a second digit into her he began to thrust his fingers into her, harder and harder until she was practically screaming, the sound of her wet pussy as he fucked her with his tongue and fingers filling the room and making his cock throb in response. Her hands tightened in his hair, her body rocking with the force of his fingers thrusting into her pussy. His tongue continued its assault on her clit, flicking the engorged flesh mercilessly before again drawing it between his lips, his mouth sucking on the engorged flesh until her body began to tremble with the beginning of her orgasm.

She was going to cum and cum hard, he would accept nothing less from her, and his fingers drove forcefully into her cunt, fucking her with his hand as he longed to be fucking her with his cock, his mouth and tongue devouring her clit as he felt her reach that crest, her entire body tensing as her pussy tightened around his fingers, her hands clenching in his hair as a strangled scream tore from her lips. Her body began to thrash on the bed, her hips arching uncontrollably against his fingers and tongue as she forced her pussy against his face and hand.

Hungrily he lapped at her slit as she came, his fingers continuing to thrust into her until he had tasted every last bit of her release, his actions prolonging it until he had wrung every last bit of her orgasm out of her. Slowly her hands slid from his hair, the tension in her body easing until her hands and legs had fallen lax at her sides. Gently he eased her ass back to the floor, his right hand sliding from beneath her as his left fingers slid reluctantly from her pussy. Unable to resist a final taste of her he slid his tongue down her slit until he could bury it deep into her, the action drawing another low moan from Inayah.

Slowly shedding the remnants of his pants, he crawled above her, trailing his tongue along the centre of her abdomen, up to her neck and finally ear.

"The things you do to me, Inayah."

And then he straightened, carefully parting her legs as his hardened cock slowly grinds against her clit, parting her slit up to her little nub which throbs against the head of his cock. 

Inayah moaned in frustration, waiting for the inevitable delicious penetration but he offered nothing. He just continues teasing her, waiting for something, and her desire and patience are struggling at their wit's end.

“Please.” She whispers, and Lycus raised a brow, “Yes!” She says, in frustration this time, and he raises both brows. She bared her teeth at him. “Yes, I demand it!”

And it has to be something in the way she says it, or what she says, because something hot snapped in Lycus for her growled lowly and grabbed her leg tighter and entered.

She'd felt her desire burning through her veins, felt her core yearning for him, yet it didn't prepare her for the fullness of him, the hardened heat filling her up. Inayah moaned aloud. 

"Mary mother of Lunas," Lycus rumbled above her, hands braced on either side of her head as his whole body thrummed, tremors passing from him to her where they had been joined. He rumbled behind her, his whole body thrumming into her own. 

He stayed in her a moment, moving just a little to loosen her up, and when she dared throw a glance towards their joining her heart stopped for just a second when she sees him only halfway inside. It seems to be a common theme with him; to feel both dread and unbridled want at the same time, and her body clenches down on him without thought. 

Lycus' eyes shot open, a wildness in the silver as he gazed down at her. "Inayah-" he rumbled, stuttered. "Don't do that."

"Reflex." She smiled sheepishly up at him and he felt ready to explode in her at that moment. 

He rumbled again and pushed back, going just a little deeper and she moaned again, glassy-eyed and trembling.

The ache begins to fade, and when he slowly pulls out she quivers at the sensation it brings, electricity up her spine and out towards the universe. And when he enters once more she smiles dreamily and he watches her in awe, firm mouth curling in a devastating smile as she finally focuses on him through the haze. 

He begins moving in earnest then, face burrowing into her neck, the canines gently pulling on the skin; not to break, but to...hold her.

She closes her eyes and rides with him, rides the waves, rides the pleasure. She reaches for his hair to pull again and he groans, stuttering in his movement, then before she knows it he pulls out and flips her over. She's pressed cheek against the covers as he turns her on her belly, bottom-up and mounts her again from behind. Hand still tangled with his tendrils, her moans mirror his rhythm; quick, strong, and without wanton. She pressed her mouth against the covers and cried out.

The ridged texture of him makes her start to climb once more, she felt it, with absolute clarity this time. Rising, building, and she pulled ever harder on his hair, nails digging into his scalp. Her mouth goes dry as he growled in her ear and slams in, tip to root and she shattered once more. 

Inayah screamed into her bed, heart threatening to burst, and then she felt his canines in her neck as he roared into her skin, her blood, her whole being. Liquid heat, molten and thick, he filled her core, over and over, riding the last waves of their pleasure.

Still, inside her, he collapsed half on top of her, most of his weight on his arm by her side, and she flinched a little when he let go of her neck, stinging and bleeding. 

"Ouch," she muttered as his tongue idly licks at her wound, gently cleaning her, then he sat up and rolled her over as she settled on his chest.

"Asia," Inayah hummed as his fingers gently carded through her sweaty hair. She liked that idea. The idea of travelling. The idea of living for oneself. The idea of freedom.  

"You'll enjoy the food."

"Will I?"

"Mmh." His lips pressed into her hair, nosing her hairline with a sigh.

Inayah traced a random path on his palm, before sinking her fingers into the spaces of his.

"Mine." She whispered.

Lycus squeezed her hand in promise;  "Yours."

The end

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