Where We Belong [18+]

"Are you alright?" Metas asked with a sweet, deep tone as his large fingers ran through the fine, silky strands of the black part of her hair.

Myranda nodded and leaned in to kiss him and run her hands up his neck and into his rough, long black hair. He hadn't cut it, even after they had returned, and truthfully - she liked it. He had a beard growing, too - and it fit his features well. In fact, recently he had been extra sexy and good looking to her. His scent was stronger, too.

"Do you want to be with me right now?" The King asked tenderly, even though he wanted to ravage her immediately.

"Metas, you are the only soul I want to be around right now." The Queen responded sweetly and once more kissed him to follow up her words.

"I meant, do you want intimacy..." he admitted and looked down to her eyes of sun and moon with a bit of a hopeful gaze in his eyes.

She chuckled softly and ran her hands up into his hair again and moved some long, wavy strands out of his face. "If you think I'm going to let that useless man - and yes, I'm calling him a man - destroy my bond and intimacy with you, then you are insane. I want you, and I need you. He had to use a human weapon on me, he couldn't even let me have a fair fight with him, so why should I let someone so weak define my mood? I'm finished with that. I'm your wife and Luna now. We love each other, that's all that matters to me."

"Who did I walk out of that hell-hole with?" Metas asked proudly.

"The wife you deserve," she replied easily and once more leaned into him, but this time she didn't kiss him, she sweetly nuzzled her nose against his briefly.

"You were always wife I deserved, Mandy. It's nice to see you being who you were always meant to be. Is impressive, makes me happy," he revealed and smiled proudly.

"I wouldn't be here without you, Metas....thank you for chasing me. Thank you for asking for one simple run."

"Thank you for saying yes."

Myranda wanted to bring up Syranna - because truthfully, she was the reason all of this worked out. She was the reason that any of them were here....but she didn't want to cry or ruin the intimate mood her husband had set up. There would be time to grieve again later. Right now - they both direly needed to revel in one another's warmth and affection.

Truly, the only thing that ever made the sting of death go away, was the caress of love. So why snub what was right in front of her face?

No more words were needed as they shared passionate, slow kisses one after the other.

Myranda stayed rested upon Metas' chest as she laid down against the rest of his body. The water was helpful and kept her body buoyant enough to not crush his hardening wedding tackle, and it allowed for her to part her thighs gently so his rod could gently rise and thump the soft petals between them.

They shared genuine, loving smiles with one another and once more started their heated oscillations again.

With her aid, Metas was able to wriggle himself inside of her. As soon as he felt her heat, he pulled her down hungrily upon him with two hands full of her supple rump. While they both did groan out in pleasure, the King's was more of a rough, strong grunt that was also filled with relief.

They had abstained from love-making to make their wedding night special, but with that ruined - and both of them feeling deep desire to be with one another intimately, the session was turning more into a tantric and deep encounter than either had planned for.

She couldn't get enough of his tongue running against hers, and his hands roamed all over her back and into her hair where his fingers squeezed her gorgeous threads where her neck met the base of her skull.

The movement of the Queen's hips became faster, and came down much harder onto her mate's the more they continued, and her appetite surprised the Alpha when she bit her lower lip.

"Are you trying to dominate me?" He asked in a husky tone once he broke away from her deep kisses and panted for air.

"Perhaps...." she led on teasingly.

"Ah, my Queen. As much as I love you, as much as you are every bit my better half -- I am the one who dominates in bedroom. Don't you remember?"

"Perhaps...." she repeated again and grinned deviously.

"Are you teasing me?" He asked with playful warning.

"Very much so."

"Then it seems I must remind you. Just to make sure you don't forget."

The Luna cried out delight when Metas stopped her hips from moving and hoisted her up without removing his manhood from her warmth. With his inhuman strength, it wasn't hard to hold her with one hand, as his other fumbled to turn off the water.

Once his ears heard silence, he directed her legs to wrap around him and carried her into their master bedroom, and onto the beautiful purple and gold linens that he had made to her liking.

The fabric was soft, and slick against her back as Metas laid his wife down gently below his massive form, and ran his hand down her cheek, and then pressed into the mattress in the void between her neck and shoulders with both of his strong hands as though he wanted to lock her into place.

When her face lit up a deep red, he felt a rush of delight course through his body and caused his manhood to stiffen and shift inside of her. That wasn't the end of the surprises, for once a sweet moan escaped her lips, the same surge wriggled down his spine and inspired him to start his strong, slow thrusts in and out of his true, fated mate.

Metas leaned down to kiss his Queen again and began to speed up his pulses as she started to play with the tender bulb hidden beneath the rough tufts of hair that were mixed with white and black strands.

Even though he loved having Myranda pinned against his forearms, his desire to squeeze her breast overtook that idea, and he carefully moved his left hand from its supportive location so that his fingers could pinch her nipple and get a good handful of her nicely endowed chest.

Her tight, slick walls felt like heaven to him as they reveled in the joint pleasure they were experiencing.

They weren't quiet about it, either.

This was not only their royal bedroom, but it was also the royal wing. This was their domain, and if no one wanted to hear their calls of passion, then they could leave. Besides, they had been forced to be quiet for too long. This was where they belonged.

Plus, figuring out he had a fetish of hearing his wife call out with true, raw gratification was also a great thing for Metas. Her screams and echoes of 'more' in his ears definitely pushed him to fucking her harder now.

What had once been a slow, sweet activity became one filled with fire and swift motions of love.

"Myranda, I love you. I'm going to impregnate you this time," he warned between his lustful grunts as his cock swelled and neared closer to completion as his long muscle was being squeezed and flooded with his wife's satisfactions.

"Fill me up, Metas," she demanded as her eyes met his, and then bit her lower lip as her orgasm crested and her soft, wet walls quaked with tight spasms. "F-fuck! I love you, I love you and I want to gift you as many children as you want."

Her tone was so pleasing to him, and the fantastic pressure from her insides only helped as he felt himself pushed over the edge with the mix of her scent, her cries, and her words.

His moan was loud and dripped with bliss as he happily fulfilled her request until his spurts ended, and he was able to lower himself in a controlled manner above her, so that he could kiss her once more.

"You're mine forever," he mumbled out half-possessively against her lips.

"As you command, my King" she replied with a smile.

Metas chuckled in delight and pulled her up to him again so that he could lay down and pull her on top of him. Her figure was small enough to where he wasn't bothered at all from her weight. Plus, he was a rather large male, and there was plenty of real estate for Myranda to rest upon.

After a few more exchanges of love and promises tumbled from their mouths, eventually the two of them succumbed to the crash of their adrenaline and both fell into a deep, intimate sleep.