I is for Inhale

by Pumpkin

You walk into a room and I breathe you in as if you were the very air itself. But you fill me, complete me in a way the air cannot.

Circumspect, reflecting well on your master, you circle the room, making small talk, ensuring that you speak to each being. A handshake, a pat to the back, a soft comment -something for everyone. The Prefect's daughter turns brightly blue, blushing, and she titters, eyes alight. I have indeed taught you well.

I no longer follow you with my eyes, but I have no need to. I know that you will slowly make your way to my side. I can feel you in the breath that fills my lungs, feel it becoming more concentrated as you near.

I talk quietly with Tosh and Vril, the Prefect's advisors. Listen really, though they turn to me now and then, clever eyes seeking my opinion. I manage to give it without letting my sense of you colour my voice. I am taking part in the conversation, but only peripherally. I am largely focussed on you.

Close enough now that your musk fills my nose with every breath I take. I can feel your essence in my bloodstream as my body renews itself with you. My heart begins to beat faster as my lungs work to harder to pull you into me.

Now I can taste you in my mouth as I pull in what my lungs need. The taste of your skin subtly permeates the air around you and I automatically filter out the tastes of hundreds of other beings -they are not what I am seeking.

So close now. I could hear your voice if I let myself. Hear the low, patrician tones slide along my nerves, but then I would be lost and Tosh and Vril would know the deception of my attention to them.

So I content myself with breathing you in. Filling myself with you. Feeling you enter my bloodstream -carried to every part of my body.

I regulate my breathing until I am taking long, deep breaths. Slowly filling my lungs with you, filling myself with you. Feeling you rushing to fill each capillary, each cell, each atom of my existence.

And then you are here. My body explodes with gladness at your presence; I am full and bursting. You are carried in my blood, bringing pleasure to every part of me. My orgasm is silent and dry -the only outward sign the small smile I spare you.

But you know.

End.

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