[C][M] The Pursuit Begins

"Well I didn't," he grunts out against the woman's skin, slicking his tongue up her neck to taste her, have her on his breath. With aggressive motions his fingers continue to squeeze and pinch Achi's clit, his other hand groping her rear with a needy hunger.

The rocking of her hips alongside her womanly echoes of passion causes a deep stir of arousal in the pit of his own stomach, making his actions more vigorous. He must keep his focus though, for the intentions of his surly actions are far from loving. One of his large, rough fingers rubs up the seam of her pink womanhood, fleshy and ripe with arousal.

"I can tell you've missed at least part of me woman," he hisses into her ear, his voice thick with lust, "Your body pines for my touch." Tauntingly he pushes his index finger into her body, thrust it as far up into her as possible before dragging it out, not repeating his actions to make her beg for more.

"You didn't have to like them."

Achi clutched tighter to the man as his touches became rougher.

She panted softly in his ear, nails biting into the Angel's tanned shoulders as her hips rocked against him.

Achi had missed this. Being close to Jegudiel like this. Even before she left, it had been a long while since she had last been intimate with the man. She had truly missed him.

"It always pines for your touch."

Her head fell back, hitting the wall with a low thud as she gasped and squirmed, hips rocking against the finger that pushed into her.

A soft whimper sounded from her when he didn't push his finger back into her.

"Tell me how much it pines," he grunts into her ear, giving it a bite as he rubs his masculine fingers up and down her womanhood, feeling her moisten with his deep touches. This feeling of control over her amplifies his arousal, being able to finally have her pinned in one place after living without her for so long.

Jeg only dips the tip of his index finger lightly into her body from time to time as he strokes her, taunting her more and more to get her all riled up. He wants her on the edge of her climax, body writhing and straining for release. He wants her to feel so much desire for him, more than she has felt for any man who has pleasured her before.

"Tell me how much you want it~" he hisses sensually into her ear, pinching her clit and squeezing her rear in sync to send a jolt through her body. The angel man gives her neck a rough bite and then sucks on her flawless skin, feeling her fast pulse against his teeth and tongue.

"You can feel how much," she hissed in his ear.

He could feel how wet she was. She was hot and rubbing against him like a cat in heat. Her body needed him in this moment and it was very, very obvious.

The woman's body pressed against his fingers, rocking and squirming desperately as he teased her.

Her hands slid down his chest, nails scraping over his tanned skin, leaving behind red lines.

Her fingers slid under the waistband of his shorts, yanking them down, one foot lifting to push them further down until they slid past her knees and dropped to the flood.

Achi groaned softly when he sucked on a patch of skin at her neck.

She gripped his backside firmly, massaging his cheeks as her hips rocked against his now bare crotch.

"You know how much I want you." her voice was a low hiss, husky with lust as she turned her head to capture his lips in a searing kiss.

With forceful hands he grabs her firm rear to cease her grinding, he presses his fingers to her womanhood, plump with arousal and toys with her seam, slicking his fingers with her warm, wet secretions. For a moment his eyes roll in his head with desire and longing, but he keeps in mind that he needs to stay in the right mind set, it would be easy for him to get lost in Achi, both emotionally and physically.

And in fact his body has already betrayed him, his own arousal is starting to harden substantially between his thighs and he is quiet a well endowed man. Achi would be able to feel him throbbing hard against her soft skin.

"But I want to hear you speak it woman," he whispers into her ear, dragging his teeth along the flesh of her neck. To help motivate her further he forces both his thick middle and index fingers into her body, scissoring them to cause her moist insides to clench around his firm digits.

Once again, this is only to tease her body, and though he lets his touches linger this time, he pulls them out steadily and rubs her clit again, wanting to rile her up to a point of pure longing and animosity.

She gave a soft annoyed growl.

He was teasing her and he knew just how impatient she could be when it came to his body.

She didn't want to wait and be teased. She wanted his body. Now.

Achi wanted to gasp and moan and tear open the man's back as he thrust into her hard.

"I want you now," she hissed, biting into his neck hard enough to pierce his skin.

Her tongue lapped over his broken skin as her hips rocked against his fingers harder.

Jeg smirks against the sting of her teeth on his neck, he knows she is a woman of power, but he wants her powerless. He wants to take her like she has never been taken before, with such intensity that she'll regret the day she decided to leave him and their home behind.

In one powerful motion he carries Achi away from the wall and tosses her on the soft mattress, not forceful enough to harm her, but forceful enough to make her bounce on the bed a few times. The towering angel stands over her body, fingers almost hooked, erection stiff and throbbing between his thighs.

With flickering amethyst eyes he gazes down at the woman's, intense longing paired with a passionate fire, something rare in the looks of this brute of a man. With barely any hesitation Jeg rips off Achi's shorts by the seams, ruining any chance of salvaging them. He leans forward and pushes three of his large fingers into her body, easing slowly, but being rough enough to make her body ache and clench around him.

Jeg leans over her, licking his lips and roughly nips her lower lip with his teeth, his fingers still easing in and out of the woman he loves steadily.

"Take off that shirt before I rip it off as well~" he hisses into her ear, his thumb presses down hard against her clit.

Achi pressed against the Angel when he pulled her away from the wall.

Her nails scraped over his back, leaving bleeding marks, as he threw her down on the bed.

Golden eyes trailed slowly over the man's gloriously naked form as she laid out a little more comfortably on the bed, legs parting a little in invitation.

She gave a little whine when he tore her shorts beyond the point of no return. They were well and truly dead now. She'd be forced to go out and buy a new pair.

Before she could even part her lips to complain, she tensed as three fingers pushed into her.

She leaned forwards to kiss him when his teeth bit into her lip.

Achi moaned, hips rocking as his thumb rubbed against her clit.

Her hands moved to the hem of her shirt, pulling it upwards over her flat stomach and perky breasts, tossing it side after pulling her masses of white hair through it.

With the hand that isn't occupying Achi's tight, pink womanhood Jeg parts the woman's legs to the point of strain, making the muscles within her thighs tighten under her skin. He toys with her for a few more lingering moments, pushing his three digits in deeply and dragging them against her insides.

"The fruit of your loins are slick with desire for me woman~" he whispers sensually into her ear, pulling his wet fingers out and slapping them against her clit roughly to stimulate her. Slowly he licks his tongue down over her plump right breast and wraps his lips over as much of his as he can, pulling them up to toy her budding nipple between his teeth.

The breath escaping his nose is hot and rough as it flutters against her fair skin. Between his index finger and his thumb he rubs and pinches her throbbing pink clitoris, refusing to pleasure her further until he feels she's ready, until she begs him for it.

He wants to demolish her perfect body to let her know just how in control he is.

Her legs part under his insistent hand as she looked up at him through her white lashes.

He looked strong standing above her like that. Powerful. In perfect control of himself. And yet, if her eyes travelled just a little lower she'd see the evidence of him not being in perfect control between his legs.

Jegudiel was just as affected by this as she was.

"And yours are hard for me," she purred in return, her fingers stroking over his hard flesh.

It had been so long since she had touched him like this. She had missed it greatly. Sex with Jegudiel was always so different from sex with anyone else. She missed it.

She inhaled sharply, her body jerking when he slapped her roughly.

Her fingers curled in his dark wavy hair as his lips enveloped a sensitive breast.

She panted heavily in his ear, hips rocking against his fingers as she tugged sharply at his hair.

"Beg for me Achinoam," he whispers against her flesh, his tongue lapping deeply against her breast between his words, "Beg for my entrance into your perfect body~"

Jeg's hands are powerful, as powerful as the rest of him, and they have a domineering control over the sensitive areas of her body. He dips his fingers into her on occasion, his thumb still kneading against her clitoris relentlessly.

He will wait for her to beg, though he can't wait for too long. Touching her like this, after so long, has its effects over his person and his member aches for the close embrace of her womanhood.

Jeg's face moves over to give attentions to her other breast, biting and licking passionately against her fair skin. He wants to disappear within her, make her feel him at all times so she can never leave again. Forever a part of one another.

But he'll have to make due with what he's got.

Despite the amount of stimulation that her body was being subjected to, the woman laughed.

The giggle shook her body as her fingers stroked through the man's hair. Perfect body. The idea was laughable. Her body was far from perfect. She had made it so through conscious decisions.

Her body was scarred; not something possible for Angel's unless they chose to do it. But the idea of scarring the perfect form of an Angel was such a repulsive thought that very few Angel's ever let their wounds scar.

Achi, instead of wearing her scars as a sign of being weak, wore them as a badge of courage. She wore them to show people that she had been in fights and she had survived.

Her pale skin was littered in scars of varying degrees of seriousness. Some were so thin that you'd need to be looking for them to spot them. Others were thicker and deeper, leaving very visible scars that no one would be able to miss.

Her body was far from perfect.

The soft giggles coming from the woman faded as Jeg's fingers pushed back into her. She moaned softly, body shaking with a delicate shiver.

His fingers felt so good.

But she shook her head as her hips rocked against him. "I'll never beg you, Jegudiel. Never."

The man furrows his brow deeply; through his vanity and high standards Achi is the one rare exception on his quest for perfection. He truly does find her perfect, except for that flaw of a fallen that seems to scar her mind.

And she mocks him? She mocks his sensual commands with her giggles and her stubbornness, so far as to say never. Jeg bites down harder on the woman's sensitive nipple, pulling his fingers out of her body all the way.

"Then you shall never be satisfied," he hisses out against her skin, pinching her clit very forcefully to make her cringe against him. He wants to get what he wants. It has been far too long being denied over and over again and his patience is wearing very thin.

Achinoam inhaled sharply when her nipple was bitten forcefully, her hands tugging harshly at his wavy hair.

That felt so good.

She clung to him when he pinched her firmly, her hips jerking hard as she whimpered softly in his ear.

Achinoam wasn't used to this teasing from Jegudiel. Usually it was Belial that was this cruel sexual. Teasing Achi with pleasurable and painful touches enough to have her writhing under him but not enough to give her satisfaction.

She looked up into his eyes with her soft golden ones, stroking through his hair.

He wanted to hear her beg for him; remind himself that she did need him at times. She knew that. But begging him was just not something that she would ever do. She avoided begging anyone for anything.

She leaned up to press a gentle kiss to his lips.

Jegudiel refuses her kiss, turning his head to the side. He would not be belittled by her; she is playing with fire now, a fire kindled by his spite and frustration. The man loves her, but his own satisfaction is something he has learned to love more.

With firm fingers he gives the swollen knob of nerves between Achi's thighs a rough twist and then pulls both his hands away, gripping her upper thighs, rubbing them deeply.

"Turn onto your stomach woman," he commands, his voice more harsh then before. His eyes are full of a passion, but it is not a passion of love, it is a passion of hot anger, searing spite.

Achi's lips pursed a little when he turned his head away from her.

She tried, unsuccessfully, to hide the stab of hurt that little action caused inside of her.

She bit her lip when Jeg's fingers pinched and pulled at her, head lolling back as her hips rocked against him. Achinoam whimpered his name softly. His rough little teases felt so good.

Her eyes flickered open when he gave the order, gazing up at him for a moment before turning over obediently.

There, she has complied to at least one of his commands though it is not exactly what he has been hoping for. In this position at least she will not be able to see his actions... Perhaps she will even feel objectified beneath him, not even able to look into his eyes as he pleasures himself with her body.

One of his large, rough hands presses down onto Achi's shoulder, pinning her upper body against the mattress, while the other pushes between her thighs. He grips firmly onto her womanhood, feeling the hot moisture of her arousal run down his fingertips as he hoists her rear up high into the air pulling his hand away to slap her rear roughly.

His left hand slicked with Achi's womanly secretions, he grasps his own plump member, stiffed with arousal, and rubs the head of it up and down the seam of Achi's sex, tormenting her with the thought of pleasure.

Jeg's face burns with a light blush, hidden by his tanned skin. Veins in his arm, which forces Achi's upper body down against the mattress, throb under his skin, pressed up against it by his sheer muscular build. His thoughts are blurred with his animalistic craving to ravish the body of the woman he has always loved, but he knows what he really wants.

He continues to refuse to enter her, only teasing her body with his own. With every second that passes by he knows he is coming closer to his own climax.

Her arms slid forwards beneath her as he pushed her down so she was pinned to the mattress.

Her arms folded and she rested her chin on top of them, eyes sliding shut. She groaned softly when his fingers slid between her thighs. Achi writhed a little, moaning softly as he pulled her lower body upwards.

Her knees slid under her, pushing her lower body upwards into a kneeling position while her upper body was still pinned down.

She jerked with a soft moan when her backside was slapped.

Her hips moved, body pressing backwards a little to rub herself against her lover's arousal as he tormented her with it.

This was cruel. Teasing touches that she could only feel were cruel. She couldn't see or move to bring more pleasure. She wanted him to push into her and pound into her body until she couldn't walk without a small limp.

One arm moved from its position under her head and slid under her to toy with her clit, rubbing it firmly as he teased her.

"I don't think so Achinoam~" he all but growls out when he sees her arm move between her own legs. Jeg moves his hand away from his own arousal and snatches Achi's wrist, pinning that as well against the mattress, his fingers still moist with Achi's uncontrollable secretions of arousal.

Jeg pushes his hips forward deeply so the length of his shaft rubs against the seam of Achi's womanhood, all the way up against the entrance of her rear. One thing that can get the angel man sexually excited to the point where his mind seems to blur over is the feeling of Achi's cum against his skin. It's so warm and smooth, thicker than water, a sign that he ignites her body uncontrollably.

The angel man continues to rub his long shaft against Achi's body, tormenting them both now with the promise of sweet penetration.

"Say it Achinoam," he growls into her ear, his voice thick with lust, "Say how much you need me to fill your body."

Achinoam hissed softly under her breath when her hand was yanked away.

Jegudiel was always the best at getting on her nerves.

She knew that she could break away from this hold. She was stronger than Jeg. And yet she didn't want to. She enjoyed this control he ahd over her.

She liked feeling a loss of control.

"Stop teasing me," she whined softly.

She wanted to feel him fucking her hard.

"Then say it woman," he speaks and then brings his lips down to lick up the soft skin of her lower back, giving it a rough bite before pulling away.

Jeg's hips have started rocking slightly faster against her woman, creating a hot friction between their sensitive skin, but still he refuses to enter. He will have his way, no matter how much it taunts and torments him, he will make her need him.

The angel man pines to hard to hear it from her lips, in her voice, needing him like he had needed her, wanting him within her, more than the fallen, more than this world.

If only for a moment.

Achinoam shivered as his hot wet tongue laved over the skin of her back.

A soft breathless sound passed her lips when his teeth bore down into her skin. She had begun to enjoy being bitten. Belial had instilled that desire into her and Jegudiel was bringing it out now.

Her hips pushed back against the other Angel's, grinding against him needily.

She wanted him. So much. She really did.

But she was stubborn. A stubborn force that very few could match. It would take more than this to make her beg him to take her the way she wanted it.

Achi shook her head a little, her long silver-white hair waving with the movement.

Jegudiel can't help but sneer at her rejection to speak; now he was just getting angry. After all of their separation, after every little thing he had done for her, only to be rejected in every sense of the word.

And she couldn't even indulge this one, tiny craving he desired, one that wouldn't cost her to express love or affection, even fondness. She couldn't even lie to him in the throws of their unholy passions.

Jeg reaches down and grabs a fistful of her snowy hair, right against her scalp in his big, masculine fingers. He roughly pulls her hair so her face is pressed to the mattress with one eye looking up at him so he can glare down at her. His other hand continues to pin down her wrist and he leans his face down to whisper into her ear, his tone nearly malicious,

"Then I will leave you to sit here and writhe in your need for me woman." As he hisses this out he bites the lobe of her ear and pushes just the head of his erection tauntingly through the seam of her womanhood. Not enough to please, just enough to torment. He is quick to pull out of her, gripping her hair with even more force as he does so.

With an air of reluctance in his heart he releases her and sits up, gazing down a moment at her in her most vulnerable of forms. His inner desire wants to fuck her like an animal, just take her in such a way that makes her scream like the world is coming to an end. Another part of him wants to make love to her, show her in the most physical of ways that he still feels for her things that can never be explained in words.

But the strongest, most egotistical part of him makes him back away from the bed, eyes glaring at her figure with conflict. He backs against the wall, completely naked and erect, but very sound in his decision. If she won't give him what he wants, then she will receive nothing from him, and he intends to make this as clear as possible.

Her lips parted in a near silent whine when his fingers curled in her hair and forced her down against the bed.

She laid under him silently, golden eye staring up at the man.

Her eyes slid shut as she felt him push into her just enough for her to feel him. She could feel his hot breath against her ear and cheek. His teeth scraping over pale flesh. His muscular body pressed against her more feminine form.

His body was engulfing her, drawing her into the trap of his passions.

She hissed like a cat that had been stepped on when he pulled away from her, leaving her laid out on the bed in the needy position, showing off her wet entrance to the man that would not take her.

Achinoam was just as absolute in her decision to not beg him for this. They both wanted this. They both wanted to come together in the most intimate way possible.

But Jegudiel wanted her to beg and she refused to beg him for anything.

Achinoam broke the silent stillness that had descended upon the room as she pushed herself to kneel on the bed. She slid off the surface and stepped slowly and purposefully towards the Angel standing pressed against the wall.

She pressed against him, pushing herself up onto the tips of her toes to press soft kisses along the underside of his jaw. "I want you, Jegudiel, but I will not beg you." She refused to allow herself to beg him, no matter how much she wanted to lay with him.

Jegudiel grasps one of the woman's hips in his right hand, and her opposing shoulder in his left, turning his head to the side as he pushes her away from him in protest.

He would fight away these feelings if he had to, which, in his mind, he so desperately had to. Jegudiel firmly believed he was making a very strong point to her, that as much as they needed each other like this he would refuse if she wouldn't indulge him in a single favor.

"Do not lay a finger on me woman," he speaks stubbornly, summoning his pants into his hand to dress once again, looking positively ridiculous with his massive erection tenting his shorts. The angel man winces very slightly when he tries to move away from the woman he desires, his sex causing much discomfort, but again, it's a price he is willing to pay to prove his outlandish point.

Jeg makes it all the way over to the door to Achi's room before pausing in thought.

"...Where may I be boarding?" he questions, a tint of anger to his voice as he feels foolish asking such a question. The muscles in his back and wings are flexed tightly with tension.