I volunteered to clean the entire Herbology cssroom.

  We won't have much time.

  Since there was no one around I was quick, cleaned everything fast-fast, and for the st oblivion of time I've been making a hole in the floor with my nervous pacing. Where is he? We've agreed he would keep his visitation home brief; a small sacrifice for his family from my understanding.

  I can hear steps and clothes shuffling, so I quickly grab a broom and pretend my bor is not finished. I lift my head and see Gabriel. I should strangle him. I storm towards him a few steps before stopping. ''Where the fuck were you?''

  He gives me a boyish smile. I hate-love when he does that. ''The Winged they gave me was sluggish.'' His eyes are dark blue, the color of the darkest of Cobalts, and always look so innocent as though he could never tell a lie.

  Perhaps he overstayed because he clings to his family's notice so desperately.

  Gabriel stops a few steps short from me, regarding me with a dazed look and sparkling eyes.

  ''What?''

  At first, he says nothing and just gawks at me. ''Allmother; you are ravishing.'' He stays sck-jawed like that for a few heartbeats before moving toward me.

  ''You will say anything to bed me.''

  ''And you will do everything to not hear my truth.''

  We meet in the middle of the cssroom, his hug thawing most of my anger.

  ''What is this for?'' I ask when he gives me a beautiful fuchsia flower. My eyes feast on the gentle, purple-red bloom.

  ''I know you like those.''

  I smile.

  Gabriel puts his hand on my cheek, his thumb caressing my eyebrow, skimming my bangs. His hair falls over perfect, high cheekbones and I can't resist but to move it away. He didn't shave for about a week, probably to the scorn of some grandmasters, giving him a perfect stubble.

  We taste each other with haste for chronos is never kind to the likes of us.

  I lick his chin. His midnight-bck beard is rough, short, both well-kept and not.

  He gently cups my cheeks, looking deeply into my eyes. The gesture completely at odds with his powerful hands, his calloused palms.

  ''What?...'' I whisper.

  Gabriel exhales slowly. ''Your eyes. Every time I look at you, they freeze my stomach. No woman has your eyes.''

  I arch my brow. ''And how many womanly eyes have you been looking at?''

  He grins. ''I love it when you're jealous for no reason.'' He puts his hand on the back of my head, pushing my lips hard against his.

  I moan when he tries to devour my neck.

  ''My...Ann,'' he mumbles while sating his hunger. The pleasure-exhales I make seem to encourage him greatly.

  I drag him to the pantry. It is not the biggest of rooms but it is more secluded and will serve us well enough. I leave the flower on one of the shelves.

  Immediately, Gabriel's strong arms coil around my back while my fingers dig into the back of his head.

  He roughly kisses my neck, again and again and again, taking in my scent. I've used attar of roses, applied it on wrists and sides of my neck—the scent is sweet, delicate, subtle, with a touch, a hint of earthiness hidden within the floral notes.

  His strong fingers plunge into my ass. I do the same, grabbing his.

  We are two starving wolves consuming each other.

  As I rush to untie my cord belt, a knot is formed. Crimson tits. It had to happen now! I breathe in deeply to calm myself while patiently loosening it.

  I lift my tunic over my head and he lowers himself to kiss my ribs and stomach. Earlier today I bathed using lye soap scented with sweet alyssum that Hebe gave me, and days prior I utilized the smelly cssroom out there to make eyelid paint with crushed pis; using mortar and pestle I ground it to dust, then added beeswax as a base. Now blue dust covers my eyelids while the kohl that outlines my eyes is borrowed from my mother. I wonder if he even noticed any of that.

  We've wandered the desert for years and now, finally, an oasis is found. What was before were only drops, a trickle, not enough to sate our thirsts.

  He throws his cloak across the floor and quickly adds his own tunic to the pile.

  I lift my arms, my eyes not leaving his. He pauses for a moment and then hurriedly he unwinds long lengths of linen covering my breasts.

  He looks deeply into my eyes, ignoring my nakedness for a few moments. And then he...

  He's like a newborn cub.

  His breaths are short and fast, small puffs of warmth hitting my left breast, powerful fingers kneading the right and then pinching and gently pulling and twisting the pink crown. I think he mumbled my name although, at this very moment, I'm unsure if he can remember his own.

  A giggle escapes me. My nipples were always extremely sensitive.

  My hand roams across his corded back. His body is carved marble.

  His lips jump to my neck, and before long mouths and teeth are thrown into a messy mix. His stroking tongue infmes the ache between my legs.

  He is clumsy in all the best ways. We both are.

  As my hands roam his chest I can feel his rampaging heart. And I can certainly feel something big jabbing at me through his clothes.

  Our arms csh as we further undress each other, making us giggle quietly.

  The blood of my cheeks threatens to boil over when I look at his my-wrist-thick cock—a gentle curve to it. His spear does indeed matches his spear.

  I gently touch his huge manhood as though it might bite me or something. He takes my hand, firmly putting it on his middle part.

  His silent pleasure-filled exhale happens just as I inhale at the feel and warmth of him.

  More veins than his forearm.

  Both hesitant, we lower ourselves to the cloak-covered ground and lie on our sides.

  Our heads bump several times and a few jars near the bottom spill over with what my ears perceive as loud treacherous shattering.

  We do not care.

  My fingers gently squeeze his rge stones.

  His breath tickles my cheek.

  Blessedly dazed, I smile.

  I notice him staring at my mouth, a puzzled look on him. Shit! Is there a bit of food on my teeth? ''Is there something on my teeth?''

  He smiles. ''Your teeth are perfect, whiter than any cloud.'' He looks at me as though seeing me for the first time. ''Everything about you is. There is no woman like you.''

  A stupid smile escapes me. ''And how many women have you known?'' I raise my chin a bit, squeeze just a little harder.

  He inhales quickly and then ughs. ''I have eyes, Ann.''

  My hand now cups the head of his big cock.

  Gabriel grunts, almost stops breathing. ''Besides,'' his voice a serious whisper, ''were I to know another you would kill me.''

  He knows me too well.

  My finger glides across the groove—a tiny bit of moisture on it. I put the same finger in my mouth, tasting, looking at him pinly. My eyebrows jump at the unexpected saltiness on my tongue.

  He makes a sound.

  He then kisses my shoulder, his lips traveling toward my throat.

  Suddenly he stops the many small kisses and looks at me, sending Void-cold winds through my stomach. ''I love you.''

  I just smile at that. ''No need to overdo it,'' I run my hand across his cheek, ''we are already committed.''

  ''I say it how I mean it.'' He releases a strange, deep sigh and puts his thumb on my lower lip. ''We have to hurry,'' he whispers.

  ''Do you know what to do?'' I ask.

  He reluctantly nods. ''I've seen some drawings.''

  ''Drawings!'' I scorn myself at my loud voice.

  ''It's really nothing complicated.''

  I push him on his back and move on top. Hebe told me I may hurt at first but then the pain turns to flowering pleasure.

  He eats my thin, sinewy body with his eyes.

  If caught, we will probably not get expelled—I think—but since this pce is so voidheld on control there would be disproportionate retribution inflicted upon us.

  I grab ahold of his thick manhood, stroking him several times, and then I am putting the top of him against myself.

  Something is wrong. Gabriel's eyes widen for a moment. He fakes a smile and grinds his jaw. While his hands are on my thighs I continue to use both of mine to try and guide him inside. Is it supposed to be like this?

  With deft fingers I spread my lips a little, lowering myself slowly, helping him to finally slide inside.

  Fuck....

  After some initial troubles, we are finally joined as I fully lower myself onto him; with some difficulty.

  He almost roars, prompting me to pce a hand over his mouth. He does the same to me, allowing only a muffled moan to escape. We stupidly stare at each other for a few heartbeats. He nods slightly, his nostrils fre and a vein on his temple threatens to explode.

  I start to rub myself on him. Slowly.

  Shit...

  A fat rod of pure iron, covered by taut skin and many veins, grinds the pieces of my insides away.

  It hurts but the pain is not overwhelming.

  Our hands remain at each other's mouths a bit longer, hushing our treasonous grunts and moans.

  I move upright, throwing red tresses behind, exposing my body more.

  His breathing steadies, his fingertips move across a small, roughly circur patch of pale blue skin on my right upper arm. A birthmark that looks a stain on my pale skin.

  ''Acrona's cunt...'' I whisper through bored breaths.

  His breathing still a little heavy, he moves his hand downward, across my stomach, until his rge fingers become lost in my big fming bush: a redness that had spread on me in the years since I had come to the Academy.

  ''Lift your arms,'' he says.

  My eyes locked to his I do so.

  He begins licking one of my hairy armpits avidly and with glee.

  I gently bite at the side of his head, tasting his thick hair—its scent strong, camphorous, and little sweet, there is a hint of pine; bay leaves and rosemary.

  For a while, I ride him slow—my hands demanding to feel each muscle of his powerful body. I pause my motions here and there when his pleading compels me to do so. The smell of blood, a lot of blood, dominates the small room.

  I grab his neck with force, my lips tickling his ear, my voice a whisper, my wavy hair everywhere, ''Some other time I'll taste you properly,'' my voice lowers further, ''I'll swallow all your seed, every droplet.''

  He clears his throat, says nothing, says everything.

  I straighten up in my wonderful saddle.

  I lick my middle finger and then use it to make tight circles over my swollen bud—my hips know only up and down. Fuck... A beautiful flower of ecstasy whose long petals are a thousand in number blooms through my brain. Pleasure beyond unfolds, explodes across my mind, and I moan loudly, screaming his name several times.

  He growls for a moment.

  I lock my eyes to his. ''You. Feel. So. Good.'' I punctuate each word with a downward movement, smming onto him with delicious force.

  I slowly put the same finger into his mouth.

  He sucks it while looking at my nipple.

  I pull it out and pce myself so that my breasts are just above his face. His strong fingers gently slide across my back as he suckles.

  A ticklish feeling beneath my skin makes me grin.

  I rise, move my head back, looking at the ceiling. ''Give, give, give,'' I murmur. His cock stirs inside me, prompted by my lively pace.

  When I lower my head I notice his broad chest is gzed with sweat. I throw my hair back and lick it all.

  I look at the lower part of his stomach. My saddle is clean and beautiful.

  I'm on top of hard muscle and smooth light skin, riding it all.

  My fingers are cws that plunge into his wide shoulders as I continue riding him, my eyes rolling to the back of my skull.

  Weak. Everyone is so weak. But not you, my Gabriel.

  ''My Gabriel! My Gabriel! You're my Gabriel!'' My panting speeds up, my hungry hips unleashed.

  He makes sweet sounds of pain and then nuzzles my breasts, taking time to taste both blush-pink crowns. His dense whiskers...prickling.

  I chuckle.

  Time is not our friend.

  I speed up.

  FuckFuckFuckFuck.

  ''No...Ann, slow. Ann...Ann...please...Ann.'' His mouth says one thing but his eyes say the opposite.

  I can't say no to those beautiful eyes.

  ''Ann...Ann...''

  Yes...

  Nearby shelves shake. Jars and pots ctter rhythmically. A jar of red chrysanthemum oil spills across the floor. Our eyes see nothing of the outside world because there is nothing else but me and him. Peachy and coppery smells fuse. My apotheosis nearing.

  ''Allmother!!'' I scream.