Pure Physical (2) [M]

Chapter 29: Pure Physical (2) [M]

Sunlight streamed through the ornate stained glass of Athena's chamber, casting a mosaic of colour across the room. The lingering echoes of their heated encounter hung heavy in the air. Callista, her crimson eyes reflecting an intensity that mirrored the room's vibrant hues, traced the unexpected tenderness etched on Athena's face.

The vampire princess's words held a sharp edge, each sentence mirroring the frost in Callista's replies. Yet, beneath the facade of hostility, a sparkle of something…. inescapable ignited between them.

A single, subtle brush of Callista fingertips sent a tremor through Athena's form. It was a subtle echo of the intense response that mirrored each of Athena's own caresses. This wasn't merely physical; it was a charged interaction fueled by a complex web of emotions.

A gentle tug sent both Callista's skirt and her black lace underwear cascading to the floor, discarded along with Athena's dress. The princess leaned back. Her golden eyes, darkened to smouldering amber, hungrily devoured the intoxicating sight before her. 

A chill danced across Callista's skin, prickling with a mix of awareness and a shiver of vulnerability. The hunter found herself bare and vulnerable. Only a single article of clothing remained, her mid-thigh stockings, a deliberate tease, the silence broken only by the shallow rise and fall of their breath.

Athena subconsciously wet her lips in appreciation as she murmured, her voice low even to her own ears, "What a feast for the eyes."

Callista's initial impulse was to shield herself, but a defiant glint sparked in her eyes. "We should probably address the imbalance in the room," she murmured, her eyes fixed on Athena's lingerie-clad form.

"Imbalance… as in this?" A playful glint danced in Athena's eyes as her fingers trailed suggestively down to the swell of her breasts, teasingly tracing the lace edge of her black bra. With deliberate slowness, Athena pulled the garment slightly lower, revealing an intoxicating glimpse of rosy flesh that peaked through before quickly being covered once again. The fabric clung to her skin, accentuating the alluring curves and contours, leaving Callista's imagination ablazed with desire.

"Or…" Athena purred seductively, her fingers dipped below, tracing the edge of her underwear. With a languid pull, the silky fabric slid down. A sliver of exposed skin, slick and bare, sent a tremor of anticipation through her. Callista's breath caught in her throat as her gaze traced the thin string of slickness connecting the fabric to Athena's smooth flesh.

A wave of awareness crashed over Callista. The air, thick with Athena's intoxicating scent, sent a shiver down her spine. Her tongue darted nervously across dry lips, anticipation turning into a raw ache. But Athena, ever the tease, released her underwear, letting it snapped back into place. 

Frustration simmered, but before Callista could voice it, Athena's descent was a slow, deliberate tease. A sensual brush of her midriff against her quivering core sent a jolt through. Callista moaned and arched her hip instinctively, craving more heated friction from the hidden firmness of Athena's abdomen. 

Athena rose, her fingers danced across the glistening trail on her midriff, before tasting it on her fingers. A slow smile spread across Athena's face as she leaned in, murmuring, "Delicious. Even better at the source, I imagine." Her searing tongue traced the shell of Callista's ear, sending a jolt of electric desire through her. Tantalisingly close, yet achingly far from where Callista craved her touch.

"Don't tease," Callista's growl was a plea disguised as impatience. Athena's gaze softened, then dipped lower. With a predatory grace, she settled between Callista's legs, her amber eyes burning with desire.

"Easy there, Astra," Athena murmured, her voice a warm whisper that caressed Callista's glistening sex. The sensation of heated breath brushing against her clit sent a surge of pleasure coursing through her. A flicker of something akin to awe danced in Athena's golden eyes as she gazed at Callista's arousal. "There's plenty of time," she continued, her voice dropping a shade lower, sending a delicious shiver down Callista's spine.

The heat of anticipation flushed Callista's neck as Athena parted her legs further, fully exposing her quivering flesh to hungry eyes. But instead of immediately indulging in the succulent feast, Athena froze, as if wanting to etch every inch of Callista's body into her memory. A fingertip traced a slow circle on Callista's inner thigh, coated with her essence. Callista whimpered, the sound a helpless surrender to the rising tide of desire.

With agonising slowness, Athena traced a trail of kisses down the creamy skin of Callista's inner thigh, each touch a searing brand of possession. Callista arched into the heated exploration, anticipation a wild pulse in her veins. Athena's focus narrowed, her tongue swirling provocatively around the apex of Callista's desire, a deliberate delay that drove Callista wild.

Finally, her tongue, like a probing flame, explored the delicate outline of Callista's pink flesh. Athena's touch lingered just above Callista's aching bud, a slow suck that sent a surge of heat flaring across her skin. Hot breath tickled her core, igniting a spark that danced everywhere.

The air itself seemed to crackle with an intoxicating blend of their scents, a potent aphrodisiac that heightened every sensation. Callista fought the urge to grind her hip against those infuriating lips, the crimson satin sheets felt rough against her clenched fists as tremors of pleasure wracked her. 

Athena pressed on, her tongue a flame against the aching flesh. A single, sucking motion sent Callista spiralling. Waves of pleasure crashed over her, leaving her breathless and yearning for more. Athena's relentless touch, a torturous swirl followed by a sharp flick, ignited a wildfire within her.

Just when Callista thought she couldn't take any more, Athena pushed her further. A single finger slipped inside her entrance, exploring the trembling depths, sending shockwaves of pleasure through her body. Callista cried out, surrendering completely to the waves of ecstasy that washed over her.

"E-enough!" A choked plea escaped Callista's lips as her hips gave way beneath her. Strong arms encircled her, anchoring her through the throes of pleasure. 

"Enough?" Athena murmured, her voice a husky caress. "We both know it's not even close."

The princess's lips returned to Callista's core, her tongue flattening, sweeping across the glistening length before swirling torturously against swollen clit, sucking it fervently. Two fingers glided in Callista's trembling depth, a gentle pressure that sent a jolt of exquisite pleasure through her.

"You're so tight," Athena's voice hitched, a raw rasp betraying her own desire. The fire between them intensified, fueled not just by physical heat but by a wordless connection.

"S-Save me… the comme... Fuck!" Callista gasped, her words interrupted by a surge of pleasure as Athena found her most sensitive spot. A firm press of her long fingers pushed Callista into oblivion once again.

Never before had she experienced such an earth-shattering orgasm. Or perhaps she had never experienced one at all, and yet here she was, succumbing to the mercy of Athena's touch.

Again and again.

Athena watched with affection as Callista trembled beneath her, a captivating display of vulnerability and desire. A gasp of pleasure escaped Athena's lips as she felt Callista's walls clench around her fingers, a tight embrace that fueled the fire burning within her.

The amber fire in Athena's eyes blazed with unbridled passion as she shifted her fingers, transitioning from gentle exploration to a relentless thrust in Callista's throbbing core. Her hips buckled under the force of Athena's pace, her body surrendering to the intoxicating sensations. The intensity only grew as Athena's fingers pumped deeper, harder, and faster, driving Callista to the brink of madness with pleasure.

Athena ascended, her fingers maintaining their relentless pace. With her free hand, she cupped Callista's face, gently brushing a damp strand of hair from her cheek. Their lips met in a slow, tender kiss, a stark contrast to the urgency that pulsed beneath Callista's depths. The hunter moaned as she tasted her own essence on Athena's lips.

The princess's fingers continued their intoxicating dance, flicking over Callista's throbbing clit with her thumb. Every stroke, every touch, built the pleasure to a fever pitch. Just as Callista felt another familiar wave of ecstasy approaching, Athena languidly glided her fingers out, leaving them dripping with the evidence of Callista's desire. She teased them around the hunter's entrance, taunting her with the promise of penetration, before withdrawing entirely.

"You're right. It's enough." Athena said with a dazzling smile that only intensified Callista's frustration. It was infuriatingly intoxicating.

Callista gritted her teeth, the loss of warmth a physical ache. "No," she whispered, barely a plea.

Athena's grin widened, mischief dancing in her eyes. She leaned in, her voice a husky rasp against Callista's ear. "Can't quite hear you, Astra."

Heat flooded Callista's cheeks. Ignoring the playful glint in Athena's eyes, she commanded. "Give me more."

Athena's amber eyes gleamed with a seductive glint as she sank down between Callista's parted legs. Her fingers found the red, swollen clit and she pinched it lightly. The hunter's hip bucked instinctively, granting Athena more access to the glistening feast. Her tongue teased the entrance of the hunter's velvet core, before delving deep inside, exploring inch by tantalising inch, greedily drinking her essence. The sensation was overwhelming, a mix of pleasure and torment that pushed Callista to the edge of sanity.

Athena, ever the master of theatrics, paused for a dramatic second time. She lifted her head, her mischievous eyes locking with Callista's. "Curious," she drawled, tilting her head back. "My thirst seems unquenchable, despite the generous offering."

Callista flushed a deep crimson, an impatient growl escaping her lips. "It's best to refrain from commentary while... occupied," she countered, her voice laced with a hint of playful exasperation.

Athena's lips curved into a mock pout, a playful flush crept up her neck. In response to the hunter's words, she casually flicked Callista's throbbing bundles of nerves, causing her to jerk against the bed. A desperate growl rumbled from her chest as she urged the princess to continue. Callista's fingers dug into Athena's scalp, gripping it tightly as she ground against the vampire's face with erratic movements. 

A moan of arousal escaped Athena's lips at Callista's dominating gesture. Without hesitation, Athena plunged her tongue back inside, exploring every inch of Callista's innermost depths with an insatiable hunger. The relentless pressure against her sensitive walls threatened to shatter Callista completely. Athena sensually glided her velvet tongue out, swirling a searing path over the sensitive bud before plunging in again. Each time, the pressure built up, threatening to shatter Callista completely.

As Callista convulsed in the throes of her climax, Athena's touch, a steady anchor, kept her grounded. The world around them faded into a blur as they became lost in the ecstasy of their union.

The aftershocks of their encounter left Callista breathless, a wave of warmth washing over her. Athena's lips brushed against the corner of her mouth in a gentle kiss, her voice a whisper against her skin.

"Not finished yet, Astra," she murmured, her voice a husky whisper dripping with hunger. Callista, caught in the afterglow, offered no resistance as their lips met once again. Their bodies intertwined once more, as Athena's fingers delved deep into the trembling depths, ready to take them both into waves after delicious waves of pleasure.

The lingering effects of the encounter left Callista feeling pleasantly adrift. A welcome ache settled in her muscles, a physical reminder of the shared intensity. Athena leaned in, a tender kiss brushing against her temple.

Her voice, a soft whisper, drifted through the silence. It was a murmur of apology, a gentle acknowledgment of the vulnerability they'd both exposed. A lingering touch lingered on Callista's throat, a final echo of connection before sleep claimed her.

She drifted off, unsure of the exact nature of Athena's murmur, but a profound sense of security washed over her. Nestled in Athena's arms, a wave of contentment lulled her into a deep slumber.