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Eloi	By : Nemain Category: X-Men - Animated Series (all) > Slash - Male/Male Views: 5007 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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Chapter List
- 1-Eloi
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- 4-4
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- 9-9
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Eloi Chapter Fifty Three
Disclaimers Apply

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Amara
twisted her hair deftly into a knot at the nape of her neck, sliding the silver
and gold fastening through the dark strands to secure it. �Are you still staring?�
Lance nodded, sure she could see him in her mirror. �You�re naked.�
�Thank you,
Captain Obvious,� she murmured, turning to face him. She half-sat on the gilded edge of the
vanity, her fingers near her hips, tapping a tuneless rhythm on the wooden
surface. �We only have an hour. The sun is rising quickly.� She glanced at her window and a partial smile
softened her expression. �One constant,
everywhere in the world�the sun always rises in the morning.�
Stretching
and yawning, Lance sat up, pulling a pillow across his lap. She may have seen him naked or nearly naked
on countless occasions, but he still felt uncomfortable just sitting around
commando. �You ever feel like this whole
thing is a test? You know, just to see
if we�re paying attention?� He leaned
back as Amara walked slowly towards him, her hips swaying in a way most women
would envy. He knew teenaged girls who
tried to perfect that walk and only succeeding in looking like they had a hip
joint out of place. Amara did it
effortlessly. He thought that maybe it
had something to do with growing up a princess, having to present herself as
someone descended from the gods, since the day she was born. Or maybe, he thought as she knelt above him,
her knees on either side of his thighs, she just practiced a lot.
�No,� she
replied, pulling the pillow away and tossing it at the head of the bed. �I sometimes feel like it�s a test to see if
I�m sane, but never to see if I�m paying attention.� She leaned forward and kissed him, pressing
her lips to his throat before nipping sharply.
Lance�s gasp brought forth a smile to Amara�s face. �Are you paying attention?�
Lance
nodded, his hands going to her hips. �Yeah,�
he breathed. After a heartbeat, he
corrected himself. �Yes,
Princess.�
Amara
laughed softly, her hand going to his hardening length. �We seem to have fallen into our roles
without thinking.� Shifting slightly,
she moved so that she was pressed against him, her breasts to his chest, her thighs against his hips.
She could feel the very tip of his turgid member pressing against her
soft core, but she restrained herself. �We�ve
been going on missions, we�ve been fighting against�everything.�
The sudden
sheathing of his length in Amara�s hot, soft, wet sex made Lance gasp again, this time a nearly pained sound as her body took him
in, squeezing against him slightly as her hips rocked forward. Her breasts rubbed against his bare chest, her
dark nipples too tempting to ignore. As
she began moving against him, he reached for the soft mounds of her breasts,
pinching and tugging gently but firmly on her nipples.
Amara�s
eyes closed but she did not moan, despite Lance�s attentions. �We just,� she breathed, �fell into it.�
�Amara,�
Lance said roughly, one hand pressed against her lower back, the other tweaking
and massaging her breast, �please shut up.�
She snorted
softly, quickening her pace. Her nails
dug into his shoulders, leaving red welts as she traced lines down his arms to
his elbows, then moved across his chest to his collarbones. His quickening breath and soft moans told
her all she needed to know about the state of things. Without saying a word, she stopped her
undulations and pulled away from him, Lance opened his mouth to protest sorely
but she laid a finger against her own lips, signaling him for silence. Amara grasped his knees and pulled him
towards the edge of the bed as she knelt on the thick Oriental rug, one hand
trailing softly along his inner thigh as the other grasped the base of his
length.
Lance did
not manage to stifle the groan that rose in his throat as Amara�s lips closed
around his length. Her tongue darted out
teasingly and he gasped, arching his hips reflexively as she took more of his
length in. He was close already but he
tried to hold off a bit longer as her breasts brushed against his legs, her
hand and mouth working against his length.
Gently, she fondled the soft sac of skin beneath his member, making him
moan loudly again. She had taken most of
his length into her mouth, her tongue keeping an erratic pattern against the sensitive
flesh as she drew on him, alternately in long, hard sucks and soft, barely-felt
tugs. �Amara, please��
She smiled
to herself as she felt the first salty, bitter spurt of his release against her
tongue. As he climaxed, she laved and
swallowed, pulling away only when he had spent himself completely. Lance collapsed back onto her bed and she
stood, smoothing her hair back into the knot on her neck again. �We have half an hour,� she said primly. �The sun is rising.�
Lance
groaned, this time more from frustration than pleasure. �Why do you do that?�
�Because you enjoy it.�
�No,� he
bit out, grabbing his jeans from the foot of the bed and studiously avoiding
looking at Amara�s bare bottom as she bent to retrieve her dark colored
uniform. �I mean, just spring it on me
like that, like it�s part of the conversation.�
�I can
stop,� she shrugged, glancing over her shoulder at him as she zipped up her
uniform. �If it bothers you so much, we
don�t have to do it.�
Lance
sighed. �I�m just going to shut up now,�
he muttered, �before I cut myself off entirely.�
Amara did
not respond. Lance had given her a
niggling doubt in the back of her mind, something to twist over and over until
it was a Gordian knot of doubt and worry.
�Come on,� she said aloud, �before they send a search party for us
instead.�
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