The Guardian (Closed)

Agis feels Mirela's thighs open slowly accepting of his touch. Her thighs smooth and soft beneath the water as he now caresses her inner thigh. The anticipation grows inside him causing his manhood to swell against her back.

With a hand full of water, it splashes up her chest as Agis moves his hand up, taking her neck gently into his grasp. Studying Mirela's face, her eyes show shock and a kevel of excitement as he watches her lips part slightly. Touching his lips to hers, his tongue parting them further, Agis moves his hand up, pressing his fingers firmly between her spread thighs.

Within her soft folds, it doesn't take long for him to find her stiff clit as his fingers rub and roll over it. Small, slow circular motion beneath the waves of the bath, it both slips from his touch, yet seeks it further as it rolls under his finger.

With his large hand holding her neck, it's easy to move her head where he wants. Moving her head to the side, it allows his mouth access to her neck and shoulder giving him the opportunity to taste the days labor on her skin.

Ripples through the tub increase as the hand gain momentum and the pace quickens. His own erection grows increasingly uncomfortable against her back as he moves and shifts his body, pressing and rubbing it against her.

"Do you have another one in you?" he ask softly in her ear.
 
Mirela could feel the droplets of warm water running down her chest as Agis' hand had risen higher and wrapped around her fair, slender neck. She felt her breath catch in her lungs for a moment, her eyes opening and looking into his own, her lips parting with her soft exhale. Then his lips were upon hers, the feel of his tongue seeking entrance to her mouth and his his fingers pressing between her thighs, making her breathe a sigh of bliss as her eyelids drifted shut once more.

As his fingers slipped between her folds and began to move in slow circles upon her stiff, sensitive nub her breathing hitched again, then moaned softly against his lips as he continued. He rolled her head to the side, his mouth moving to her neck and shoulder instead and making a shiver run through her, then an almost mewl like moan passing through her parted lips as his fingers quickened their pace upon her clit. She began to squirm and shift against him, unable to help herself, feeling his hardness against her back as she did, her hands rising up out of the water to grip the sides of the tub.

"Oh gods..."

"Do you have another one in you?" she heard him ask softly, feeling his warm breath against her ear and shivering again.

"Yes, my love," she breathed in reply, her chest rising and falling within the water, her pulse throbbing within her neck as he held it still, she arched her body against him, pressing her hips upwards against the touch of his hand moving upon her sex, "Please..."
 
Agis moves his arm across her chest, pulling Mirela back against him as he holds her firm and tight. The feel of her hips moving in unison to his touch, to the cat and mouse chase his fingers play with her firm little nub. Each pass of his hand causes small ripples through the water. His breath grows heavy and labored as it washes over her bare skin as a long grumbling sound echoes through his chest.

His manhood now pressed firmly against her, each movement of her body she sends bolts through his entire body. A long rumble escapes his throat as Agis moves his hand from between her thighs as he reaches up and takes her face inside his large hand. He rakes his teeth across her shoulder, watching as red rows appear across her tender skin.

Agis moves behind her in the tub, pulling his legs back until his kneeling behind her, the water dropped a few inches as he leans over to her ear. "Get up my love," he tells as her before he sits back on his feet. His desire and want for her is evident as his hardness stands outside the water between them.

As Mirela's body rises, water cascading down her back, he traces his hand down her spine to her lower back. As more and more of her is exposed to the air, he places a hand between her shoulder blades, urging her forward, over the the edge of the tub. With both hands upon her, her shoulders, ribs, back, waist, ass and down her thighs, he lifts her to her knees and rises up behind her.

Agis places his palm on her back, just below her shoulder blades as he reaches down between them. Grasping his long, thick cock by the base, he bends it downward, feeling her warm spread and touch the tip. "I want it my love," I tells her in a lust filled voice, as he pushes his hips forward sliding inside her completely.
 
There was a little groan of complaint that escaped Mirela as Agis' fingers had stopped their play upon her clit and had then left her sex completely, then a gasp of surprise as he had grasped her face and raked his teeth over the creamy skin of her shoulder.

"Oh gods," she groaned.

Then he was moving behind her, coaxing her to move for him. She eagerly complied, rising up and allowing him to shift her into the position that he had in mind, shivering slightly at the feel of his hands moving over her body as he did, until she was bent over on her knees before him. She felt her heart race as he placed his hand upon her back and began to position himself, the feel of his cock as the tip touched her wetness making her gasp softly again.

"I want it my love"

"Yes my love, oh yes," she heard herself reply as her eyes drifted shut and he pushed into her, his cock sliding into her silky depths and filling her, "It is yours."
 
As he slowly disappears, inch by inch, a low groan escapes his throat. A low, rolling tone that originated deep inside his frame. The feel of her stretching to accept him, the tightness as to which she held onto him was arousing on it's own, but to have bent before him, almost beckoning him to take her.

His large hands move gingerly up her back as he buries himself deep inside her sex. Agis' eyes closed just as he felt her body against his pelvis, telling him he could no further.

A low grumble could be heard within the walls of the cabin as his chest vibrated a hallow sound. Slowly he pulls himself back, the feel of his thick shaft slipping from her grip. His fingers curl downwards into the soft skin of her back, just as he is almost free of her. Her soft, vulnerable skin beneath his nails redden quickly as it rises in the wake of his fingers, pulling down her back as he shoves back inside her depts.

The bass in his groan now much deeper this time. A hunger seems to build inside as his trust find a quicker pace. His large muscular hands grip her back and hips. Nails down her ribs, fingers pressing deep into the flesh of her hips as he pulls her back onto him with a bit of force.

The rhythmic motion of the waves begin to spill over the walls of the tub as Agis increases his speed. The sloshing water unable to drown his moans as he begins to press deeper and harder inside her. Agis knows most of this, if not all, is new to Mirela, but something inside him is fueling this passion, this urge to leave his mark upon her soft body.
 
As Agis pushed deep into her from behind and then began to move within her, pulling back slowly as his fingers curled into her and gripped her, Mirela's eyes closed at the pleasure, a gasp of surprised pleasure escaping her as he pulled her to him and shoved back inside her.

"Oh gods," she breathed.

He was so deep. She loved the feel of him buried within her now, as deep as he was. As his pace grew, so did her pleasure, the sound of her soft cries and moans of enjoyment rising with his to fill the otherwise quiet space of her cabin.

She could hear and feel the water sloshing and spilling over the sides of the tub around her, but she was far from caring about such things now. She gave herself to him completely, groaning at the way his hands gripped her and his fingers pressed into her soft flesh as pulled her to him and pressed into her. She leaned forward a bit, her head and upper torso dipping downward as she let out a moan, one hand reaching over the tub and bracing herself against the floor while the other gripped the edge of the tub.

"Oh gods, Agis," she moaned, ther fingers curling and scratching against the wood of the floor and tub basin.
 
Agis thrust grow in pace and force driving him closer and closer to the edge inside of her. With a hand firmly gripping Mirela's hip, he slide his large hand up her spine. The warm smooth skin of her back beneath his palm as it reaches her neck. Agis grips her neck tightly in his hand as he now pounds himself deep and hard inside Mirela.

Closer and closer he pushes himself. Deeper and harder with each thrust of his hips. He flesh molds to his hands as he tightens his hold of both her hip and neck. His pace slows as hus teeth grind shut, his eyes clinch closed as a deep groan escapes his chest. "Uuuhhhhhh, ffuuukkkk,"

Agis begins to fill her, washer her cervix and clinching walls with his seed. Stream after stream coats Mirela until he empty and spent. His holds loosen around her as they slowly relax back inside the tub of water.

That night as Mirela slept upon the bed, tossing and turning, Agis slips from beside her and walks to the front of the cottage. A faint voice can be heard by him in the distance, even through the walls.

Naked still, Agis opens the door to the cottage and steps out, leaving the door open. The faint voice pulls his curiosity to the road in front. He stands in the middle, naked, staring into the dark trees of the forest canopy.
 
Deep asleep and spent from her and Agis' lovemaking, faint marks in the shape of his fingerprints now softly visible upon the creamy fair skin of her hip and collarbone from where he had gripped her and brought her to release as he filled her with his seed, Mirela did not hear the voice that drifted faintly upon the night air from the darkness of the forest trees and through the walls of the cottage that they now shared.

Though who is to say that she would have heard it even if she had been awake.

As Agis stared into the dark trees of the forest canopy a soft breeze began to blow, carrying towards him the scent of moss and earth, of damp ferns and night blooming wildflowers.

"Agis..." the voice called to him faintly, the sound forlorn and full of longing.

Then as he gazed she suddenly shimmered into view, her form somehow visible and radiant despite the dark as she stood just at the edge of the wood beneath the canopy, her eyes finding his across the distance between them.

The Spirit.
 
As the breeze touches his naked skin, blowing his hair back away from his face. Agis closes his eyes and welcomes the familiar sensation. His name can be heard, carried through the branches and leaves until it finds his ears.

Opening his eyes slowly, a dim glow manifest at the tree line before him. Agis stares at her for a moment, well aware of what had taken form before him. Looking down, he realizes for the first time he is naked and exposed. He slowly reaches in front of himself and places both of his hands over his cock, covering it from her.

"I knew it was you," he tells her as he raises his head back up to look at her, "The familiar scent of a previous life. The sweet sound of a former love." He stares back into her eyes, feeling a draw, and unseen force pulling him in the direction of her. Agis begins to step in her direction.

"What is it that you seek Spirit?" he ask as he now stands just a couple feet from her. He maintains his posture, covering his nakedness with his hands as he stands before the Spirit.
 
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