Her Black Winged Dove

Her Blacked Winged Dove
By Lady Sophia

During these pleasurable midnight hours when the moon becomes cloaked by darkness and the stars become hardest to define, Lady Relena takes out her blackest and laciest lingerie and dreams of what might have been. Throughout the endless years from when she first encountered the Gundam pilots, up until she achieved her presidency of the Earth Sphere Unified Nations, life to the golden haloed beauty was a whirlwind of empty delicacies, barren cages, and emotional war grounds. At the young age of twenty-five, she had witnessed and experienced heartbreak, rage, hate, death, rebirth, joy, love, and her most current lesson… unexpectancy.

Twirling a large glass goblet between her long fingers, the maiden reminisced of what she had been, and what she has become. Through her teen years she struggled for breath between bloody battles, the daily tearing of her heart as she saw those she loved arm themselves for battle, and the insecurities she felt as she would stand before the world on a meager podium, expressing her ideals of pacifism. Slammed between a world of merciless destruction and a fluttering dove of pacifism just out of reach, the lady always prayed to God every single night for strength. For possibility. For support.

Gracefully she took a sip of the blood red liquid, and as the wine sharpened her taste buds and stung her throat, her rose petal lips curved into a seductive smile. Her heaven-sent support was unforeseen, strange, and twisted. No angel harped songs of mercy, no skies opened to shed her golden light, and no rosary ever levitated, but she was given a guardian. Her bewitching, mysterious, and stable security was found within ebony orbs, where no light of God ever shined.

He was her perfection that was partially lost, her labyrinth without an end, her midnight sky of fading stars… He was her black winged dove. And she adored him.

Repeatedly she had thrown herself at others looking for an astonishing leader, and many would allow her to clutch her nails to their beings, allowing her someone to lean her fatigued weight and heavy heart upon. Yet this was never him. Not once did he believe that reliance was the way to self achievement – he taught her to look within herself and seek her true power. He showed her she did not need anyone to lead a proud and worthy lifestyle. He bestowed upon her the gifts of independence, durability of the soul, and growth of the person.

Lady Relena perched her glass upon the ebony piano… ebony as her lover’s eyes… and stood prettily, clad only in her exquisite undergarments. She was the picture of complete womanly wholesomeness and exotic marvel. Enclosed as a lone figure within the ballroom’s towering walls, she silently danced with the softly dying moonlight.

Her nylon covered feet padded in whispers across the intricate flooring, and she swayed to her own melody. Captivated inside her own world, she swung and twirled her body as if with a mystical partner, and her imagination illuminated dreadreams as she manifested the scent of his muscular form… The rich flame of his eyes… The cool silk of his hair… The wind of his movement… The warmth of his fingertips…

Out of all the Gundam pilots, he was the very last she met, and this lateness was his decision. Before he was formally introduced to her by the shadowy and silent Trowa Barton, he loathed her with every fiber of his being. Distaste would bitterly consume his mouth if he ever heard her name amongst the optimists and pathetic fools of the world. When she first discovered his opinion of her, Relena was hurt and emotionally bruised; she never understood how hate could ever arise towards someone you barley knew. Granted, she was a politician, and could understand differences of opinion, but her intriguing black dove could not stand her. That is… until their first dance.

No, it certainly was not romance at the first glance, or lust at the first touch, but there was something there. An energy… an intrigue… a wonder. He was the first man who didn’t try to make frivolous chat about her beautiful appearance, or point the barrel of a gun at her head in haste. He listened. Raised by an honorable upbringing, he had the courteous manners and the gentlemanly stature, and never expressed insecurity though any fashion. Confident to say no words, he would observe and watch her, and for once in her life the maiden learned what it was to dedicatedly commit oneself to earning another’s honest respect.

Her curvaceous form played across the floor, a dance celebrating freedom and life. These were the moments she could be herself: alone, raw, and alive. Unbeknownst to the Lady Relena, there was a figure standing unmoving and silent in the shadows, unwavering eyes watched her figure. His eyes and hair melded with the inky darkness that surrounded him, and from the shadows that toyed with his soul, he beheld the lady with an almost protective and sure stare. As her golden hair threaded through the air, he decided to make his presence known.

Utilizing the stealth of all his combat training, he walked beneath the pigments of darkness, unheard by both the iridescent beauty and the thick, safe air around them. Her creamy back was facing him, a string of black lace meagerly upholding the clasp of her exquisite brassiere. He smirked in satisfaction as he let his placid eyes roam over her fit body. He knew every crevice of her form by heart, a sacred landscape that was his most treasured journey. She was lovely.

Like a panther approaching its prey, he came up behind her, and just before she turned in a flourishing whirl, he wrapped his tan and muscular arms around her waist. He breathed in her scent. Jasmine.

She took a sharp intake of breath. For a moment she tensed in his arms, but as he started to nibble on her ear, she peacefully relaxed. Leaning into his strong build she whispered, “How long have you been here?”

He licked the sensitive skin behind her ear and growled, “The entire time…”

With one hand he ran his fingers up and down her thighs, toying with her black garter belt and lacy panties. She melted into him, feeling dizzy at his smoldering touch.

From where they stood, moonlight pooled in from the many windows and eerily lit up their forms. Slowly, Lady Relena turned to face her lover. She came face to face with his black, endless eyes and was surprised to see his long black hair flowing across his strong shoulders. It looked like trails of midnight against his white collar shirt. Sexy.

Silence fell between the two as he held her protectively and their eyes held each other in a steady and unbreakable stare. At the core of her aquamarine eyes he saw waves crashing on storms of passion. She had missed him, he could tell. Without breaking their heated stare, she lifted an ivory hand to take one of his silken tendrils between her long fingers. The cool silk of his hair was a sensual reminder that she was covered only in revealing panties, brassiere, garter belt, and translucent black nylons. And that she was in a vacant ballroom embraced by the man that could made her heart soar, soul sing in happiness, and skin burn with need.

The maiden pressed herself to the tall Chinese man’s form, and wrapped her right arm around his neck, her fingers massaging the sensitive skin of his neck. She pulled his mouth to hers, and in moments his tongue slipped into the warmth of her mouth. Their tongues danced together and Lady Relena’s consciousness faded from any fear or worry. She was encompassed in a world of a blissful fog.

Feeling her voluptuous body pressed into his own was already sending him reeling into arousal. Let alone the reactions that were growing because of her fiddling fingers and bewitching tongue. Even though Lady Relena was a symbol of purity and innocence to all, no one ever kissed more seductively than she.

Daring to take matters farther, he removed one arm from her waist, and started to trace lazy circles around her belly button… ever lazily moving southward. Their mouths broke apart to gather air, and before she could lean in her cherry lips for more, he began to nuzzle her neck, and started to nibble and suckle the delicious skin beneath her jaw. All the while, his fingers played with the rim of her black panties.

Her hands curled around his waist, and ran her nails softly across his back. She purred in the back of her throat as he decided to leave her panties on for a moment, but chose to rub his fingers against her heated pussy. Through the thin fabric he could already feel her wetness, and he applied pressure and massaged her most sensetive spot.

His liquid black eyes met her clouded aquamarine ones. They were glazed with sexual pleasure, and as he pressed harder, she gasped and pulled herself to him. As she did so, she rubbed against his tightly erected cock. His own eyes became glazed as she smirked devilishly and then started to rub up and down him repeatedly, and all the while he massaged her growing moistness.

Coyly he massaged her stomach once more, but while she was busy rubbing and making his stiff rod lengthen, he quickly dived two fingers inside her panties and thrusted them into her slick wetness. In delighted surprise, she let out a scream of pleasure and rocked with him as he jammed his long fingers into her honeyed pussy.

His breath became ragged as he drove his goddess to the peak. He dove into her heat more forcefully, and soon her panties broke and fell wantonly to the floor. He continued his exploration of her insides and increased his speed and pressure tenfold, knowing she liked everything hard and fast.

Lady Relena thrusted herself with the motions of his fingers, faster and faster, harder and harder… she was nearing her brink! Suddenly, she reached her climax and muffled her screams into his sweaty shoulder.

Her thick, white cum exploded all over his tan hand and her form sagged over his muscular shoulders. Her breathing was erratic and deep, and with a proud smirk he carefully set her on the cold floor. She shivered at the contact but she then saw him towering over her, taking his cum coated fingers and sucking the sweetness from his talented digits, she started to shiver in excitement. She wanted more.

Knowing just how to turn him on to the point of ultimate arousal without even touching him, she got on her knees, spread her nylon clad legs, and looked up at him sexily. She shook her long tendrils, then took one of her creamy fingers and licked it up its entire length. Already he was staring intently at her, his eyes blackened with passion. She inserted the finger entirely into her mouth, and moaned deeply. She then removed it from her succulent lips, and trailed it down her breasts, to her stomach, to her ready and willing pussy.

Lady Relena took her finger and swirled it around the outside of her velvety lips, and her body shivered in pleasure. She softly cooed with her eyes closed and head thrown back. She could feel his breath getting closer to her, and she heard him whisper in excitement, “Oh God, Relena…”

At those words, she plunged her own fingers into herself and went at a pace just as fast as the one he had applied to her just before. She twirled her fingers around her coveted G-spot and whimpered softly, “Oh… Oh, Oh! Please come here, my lover. I need you…!”

She arched her back as she pinnacled at another climax, and before another second could pass, he had his hand on her stomach pushing her completely on the floor. With great urgency he tore of her bothersome brassier and sucked on her huge mounds as he undid his restricting trousers.

Iridescent light illuminated the fair skinned couple as his silky black hair fell over her golden locks. She parted her long legs so he could massage his throbbing cock against her juicing pussy, and their kisses were so deep they didn’t know where one person’s mouth began and the other’s ended. She reached up and pulled him closer with one hand, and with the other, brought it downwards and started pumping her cum coated palm up and down his rod. He groaned in severe pleasure, and as she pleased his member, he tilted her head to the side and started lightly biting at her collarbone.

Lady Relena couldn’t take it any longer, and just took his cock in her tight grasp, and plunged in into her tight, wet core. He gasped at the amazing feeling of being reunited with her once again, and he savagely started to kiss her as his thrusting increased into a mind blowing speed. She moved with him, connecting as much as possible so his length could jam as deeply as imaginable within her.

She squeezed and raked her nails against his back, and he pulled her as tightly to him as possible. Just as they broke their mouths away for extra air from all of the violent and passionate kissing, he removed his cock from her pussy. Knowing what was coming next, Lady Relena opened her mouth wide, as his sticky cum filled her mouth.

Her cum became a small milky puddle on the floor, and as both of their bodies ringed from the climax, he laid down beside her and they embraced peacefully.

After a few restful moments of silence, he whispered in her ear softly, “Who would ever have guessed that the President of the Earth Sphere Unified Nations was such a sex fiend…?”

She chuckled softly and said in a barely audible whisper, “Only for you, Wufei Chang. Only for you.”

He clutched her curvaceous form closer to himself and said, “We should clean up, wouldn’t want your husband getting suspicious… Especially after with all this ruined lingerie.”

He started to stand and collect his things as she said, “Good point… Although, Heero should be asleep… Well… when will I see again?”

“Next Thuy. My. Midnight.” He offered his hand to her, and when she stood he let his mouth devour hers once more. He fondled her right breast with one hand, and with the other played with the golden curls of her small bush.

“Sounds enticing.”

With a smirk he dressed himself and then gracefully walked back into the inky darkness of the ballroom. Off to another mission perhaps.

Her secret lover. Her sensual romance. Her black winged dove.

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End.
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