Of all the things that the fae woman wanted, being on this phone call was not one of them. Not in the slightest. There was no denying that Lani adored her best friend. Ellie had always been so concerned for her well being, having stuck beside the blue-eyed blonde as she worked so very slowly, painstakingly through the anguish which had once clutched at the very essence of her. It had been the dark huntress who had moved all the way from Sacrosanct to Willowhaven on what Lani had insisted was nothing more than a whim. The fae woman had tried rather determinedly to assure the honey-blonde woman that there was no need for her to uproot her own life just so that she could be nearby. And yet, it had been utterly unsuccessful. While the huntress was perhaps one of the kindest, warmest souls Lani had ever had the pleasure of knowing, it certainly went without saying that she was equally as stubborn as Lani had once been, and she hadn't taken 'no' for an answer. Deep down, the fae woman couldn't have been more thankful that Ellie had been there for the past three years when she'd completely shut out the world save for her parents. Had it not been for those gentle eyes of early morning frost and the radiant smile that always seemed to help Lani remember that even when everything seemed to feel absolutely hopeless, it wasn't quite as bad as it seemed, she might not have come this far. Instead of trying to force the fae woman to adjust to the life she would now lead, Ellie had been patient and understanding, a silent but entirely comforting presence when Lani had needed it, and someone to help her learn to laugh and smile again on those days when everything seemed to relax its hold on her for just a small moment. And, perhaps what Lani had truly been thankful for most of all, was the promise Ellie made to her during her darkest days, when she hadn't even wanted to see her parents."I won't tell them what happened. I'll let you decide when the time is right"... To this day, Ellie hadn't told either of her worried and anxious parents about what really happened, perhaps the biggest reason she'd decided to return home. At first, the huntress had been uncertain, suggesting ever so gently that it might have been best if they knew the whole truth, that it hadn't just been Andras shattering her heart which brought her back to Willowhaven. And yet, when Lani had insisted with tears falling like rain from an endless cloud-covered sky and an ache in her heart heavier than the whole of the universe that Ellie promise not to tell her mother and father until she felt ready to do so on her own, Ellie had agreed to that promise.

And yet, for all the love in her heart that Lani had for Ellie, in this moment, the fae woman wanted nothing more than to disconnect the call. Consumed entirely by the pure desire and lust that raged like wildfire within every part of her, she wanted only to revel in those fierce and rapidly intensifying flames that so pulled at every one of her senses.

He was utterly wicked as he begins to play with her slender frame, though she hardly misses the way that his hands wrapped around her thighs grip tighter around her soft skin. It was a possessive gesture, one that whispered of the envy which had long since been slain under the heaviness of that desire that so enfolds them now. She dismisses the subject entirely as she states to Ellie that she doesn't want to discuss what had happened earlier. No, she'd left that all behind now, standing there with her dress falling to the floor around her as Andras brushes her skin with his lips, igniting the fires that ran rampant through her even now despite the distraction of Ellie's voice in her ears. He sends her a thought laced in lust and want as he kneels before her, the fae woman's sultry smile blossoming further upon blush-colored lips as her baby blue gaze glitters with fierce desire to echo his own. Still she is trying to give the huntress her attention... some of it, anyway. It went without saying that the fae woman had never struggled with a simple conversation like this before. It should have been quick and simple. After all, there really wasn't much to say, especially as the fae man slowly, tortuously removed the lace thong in such a delicious way that Lani was... only another distraction away... from completely forgetting about her best friend on the other end of the line. She's barely able to stifle that soft 'mmmm' of pleasure, and as Ellie's voice reaches her delicately pointed years, the fae woman is aware that she hadn't stifled it into silence well enough. Lani is struggling not to stumble over her words now, assuring her friend that everything was fine, that she definitely didn't have the one she loved and lusted for only a mere breath away from her womanhood. And, as though he knew entirely how close she was to abandoning Ellie and abruptly ending that call altogether, the task having technically been completed at this point and the rest simply being a likely futile attempt to answer at least some of the unrelenting questions the huntress would have regarding how and why Lani found herself with Andras, he begins practically devouring her then and there. She's unable to stifle the gasp of pleasure, Lani hardly certain she'd managed to pull the phone from her lips in time before attempting to mute it with her chest as it takes all the effort she has to prop herself against him instead of simply melting right then and there beneath his seducing. It brings another rush of fire through her blood, baby blue eyes fluttering in hardly restrained and lustful delight. How devilish the fae man was, leaving her caught between wanting him to stop so that she could end the call as quickly as possible - without creating even more questions within Ellie's mind that would inevitably be waiting for the fae woman come Monday - and breathlessly pleading at him for more. Slender legs quiver beneath her as heat crashes over her core, so very nearly stealing away what remained of her consciousness as that restlessness in her soul all but manages to shatter the bars of restraint containing the instinctive, primal desire.

The fae man ceases in his torturous onslaught upon her then as he, too, seems no longer content. He wastes no time in taking that phone from Lani, though she hardly hesitates in allowing him to steal it away. She would have much to answer for in a couple days, but that would all have to wait. Now was for them and no one else, nothing else.

It hardly takes a single heartbeat for Lani to abandon all other thoughts pulled by anything beyond the walls of this moonlit bedroom. With that one swift gesture of Andras discarding the phone, those bars break away and she can feel the fierce desire swallowing her in every sense. He tosses her onto the bed and she can hardly keep the impish, sultry smile from her lips as he does. He crawls over her, those magnificent wings flared as if he would need to keep her there beneath him, and yet she is entirely pleased in the way those appendages hide her from even the moon and her sterling light filtering through the thin linens draped over the windows. Almost tenderly, despite the wicked desire upon his features, he brushes the golden blonde hair from her face as tenor tones curl around her, encouraging that impish smile upon her lips. She is quick, wicked in her own way as words slip past her gently parted lips, Andras hissing her name before he takes her into a fierce, lustful kiss that Lani meets with just as much want and desire. Again, the fae man makes her breathless under his touch, her skin only seeming to become all the more sensitive as he finds her naked breasts, the feel of his mouth on one and a hand on the other sending Lani into a state of blind pleasure as she moans softly, almost pleadingly as heat takes over every part of her, the fae woman entirely aware of the way her slender frame, completely unexplored by anyone before him, seems to react instinctively to his ravaging. She feels the change within her core as it seems to burn the hottest, and somewhere within the fae woman, the restlessness only rises further, knowing in utter exactness what it demanded from Andras. It was as though it had wanted this since the day they'd met, that pull altogether strong and passionate. Even as he moves further along her body before coming to settle between her legs, that pull to him is felt beneath the unrelenting waves of desire, something about his closeness and his touch seeming to awaken those deepest parts of the fae woman she'd never been aware of until now. Three years ago, Lani might have blushed bashfully beneath the heaviness of his lustful gaze as he looks up at her now. There may have been a shyness then, uncertainty even from the naivety and sheer unfamiliarity of such fiery and lustful passion... but there was none of this dancing there within her gaze. Perhaps she should have been anxious of what was to come as only an innocent soul would, but instead, there was only unfaltering certainty that she wanted this, wanted him in every way... something so deeply embedded in the very essence of her soul needing the fae man, craving his unrelenting touch and the feel of him as they took to that lovers' embrace. He devours her once more, his tongue and hand working upon her womanhood as they drive her deeper and deeper into that sense of absolute ecstasy, his name a breathless word on her lips, her every breath gasping and shuddering until she's shattering beneath him in waves of release as she says his name once more, unbidden and utterly fervent.

Slowly, those waves fade as he brings her gently down from under the fierce sensations that had swept her away and into that lust further. She's nearly lightheaded for a moment, all the strength having been drained from the fae woman as her senses begin to slow so that they might savor the pleasure he'd brought her.

Meager tendrils of strength return to the fae woman, even has he continues those pleasuring gestures though they, too, have softened. Hazel eyes hooded with lust linger upon baby blue bathed in thick desire and impish delight, dark lashes blinking so very slowly and sultrily as he pulls away just enough to purr tenor tones up at her, though before she can utter a word, his hand has her moaning in pleasure, disheveled blonde hair falling from her shoulders and onto his bed as she tilts her head back from the sensations, her womanhood stretching to accommodate the fae man, those motions so delightfully slow yet entirely purposeful as she feels herself tighten around him, again reminding Lani of that intimate moment in the cabin nestled within the trees of Somnia. Lani remembers if only fleetingly how he had made her feel with just his hands, how he had touched her for the very first time... His words are nearly lost upon the fae woman as he ravages her yet again, a soft, pleading moan slipping through parted lips as that meager strength is stolen away and having her melt back onto the bed, surrendering entirely to him as he is again as he slips another extension of himself into her, further coaxing that sacred place to stretch, a sharpness electrifying her with this feeling though it is overcome by the waves of pleasure that are once more carrying her over to that edge. Her breaths grow ever more ragged and breathless, her chest rising and falling faster as her heart races beneath the intensifying sensations, those walls tightening around his hand until, again..."Oh, Andras...!!" she gasps in ecstasy, a deep moan singing from Lani as she shatters, that orgasm sending waves of pulsing spasms though her entire core. How utterly divine and weak she felt in the same moment, eyes fluttering as her senses swirl around her like ink in water. As she comes down from the high, the fae woman watches as he sits above her for a moment, reaching out with slicked fingers to brush around her pointed peaks, as if to mark the end of her torture... and the approach of that which the restlessness within her - though subdued under the current waves of pleasure - now seems to sense and demand again from the deep, sultry lust that fills her baby blue gaze that sets upon Andras when he moves off the bed to stand. Almost tenderly, he takes each foot into his hand and slips the black, strappy heels from her at long last, though he trails a finger over the arch of her right, sending pleasure through her like electricity fast and fierce. Her smile is impish and lustful beneath these delicious feelings that ravage her in much the same way that his touch had as she watches him intently, seeing nothing but the way that moonlight kissed the sun-kissed skin of his bare, chiseled chest and broad, powerful shoulders. Baby blue eyes bright with ever-climbing desire see the way each toned muscle tenses, flexes beneath the movement of dropping those heels onto the ground alongside the forgotten dress. They drink him in, noticing how tousled strands of dark hair fall over his predatory gaze equally set upon her entirely.

He releases his hold of her foot as he beings to remove his own clothes, something that has the restlessness within Lani figuratively snarling, pacing anxiously as the fae man undresses before her. Sitting up on her elbows by some way of a miracle, albeit weakly, she hardly hides the lustful satisfaction as he undresses before her.

With a clatter she almost doesn't hear, every sense locked completely upon watching him, the belt joins her own clothes on the ground."Mmmmm...", she hums in wicked approval, biting her bottom lip. And then, his slacks and boxers follow quickly after, the fae man standing naked before her, his lust displayed perfectly as her gaze lingers upon his masculinity... all of it. His words are growled out then, and her smile becomes something entirely wicked and swallowed by desire for him."You, too?", she whispers, her voice soft and entirely seductive as that restlessness makes itself known through two simple words. She falls back down to the bed, sprawled out beneath him again, the fae man lowering himself onto her and pulling a soft moan of approval all her own from blush-colored lips. Her gaze lingers upon his face, lashes fluttering as his manhood presses against that entirely sensitive and slicked placed between slender legs that shift ever so slightly yet all too eagerly. Her name on his lips is sweet, delicious, Lani arching into him in wordless answer. His hand slips between them as he takes hold of himself, butterflies swarming within her center as she feels the presence of him, a soft hiss slipping through her teeth only to turn into a gasp as he fills her narrow space, her chest heaving with ragged breaths as he lifts a hand to her fair-skinned cheek then. His words are a soft, struggling growl as he leans in closer to her, but that fearlessness within Lani is far from swayed, her gaze locked with his."I'm ready...", she whispers breathlessly, baby blues half-closing then."Please... Andras... take me....", she begs the fae man as she surrenders body, mind, and heart to him completely as her restlessness ushers these words for him. His lips captures hers and she meets that kiss eagerly, as though it was the water that would settle the ravenous thirst burning so wildly within her. And, then, he rolls his hips into her. That single motion is powerful as it crashes into the fae woman, driving Andras into her depths. Pain, searing and sudden as lightning in the midst of a storm, registers through the desire that consumes her, her slender frame tensing with the impact and forcing a gasp from Lani that is breathed into his lips as he snarls in deep satisfaction. She has not the strength to move away from him, nor does she have the want to. No, she had been ready for this moment, for him, all this time. And so, she allows for the pain to run its course, deep, sharp, and aching all in the same moment. She wanted to remember this moment, this feeling. He is still now, as though he was entirely aware of the jolt that shook her as he so swiftly stole her innocence. Slowly and yet steadily, the pain subsides, and like all other things, it is swallowed by the desire that rages through her in every sense. Andras is panting, though from restraint of the weight of his lust she is unsure, her own breaths shallow and quick as he pulls his lips from hers, his hazel gaze meeting hers of baby blue, tenor tones taut."Yes", she ushers breathlessly.

Despite the initial shock of the pain that had been short-lived, still that restlessness stirs wildly within her gaze, the tension falling away from her as she now realizes how much she takes pleasure in the way his manhood fills her entirely."Andras...", she whispers his name as she begs softly for him.
"... I need you... now..."...