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Post by BadInfluence on Jun 12, 2017 21:41:54 GMT 9.5
It wasn’t his fault per sey, most women surely ran late, made their dates hang out to dry a little… Made them fidget and doubt. Truth was she was nothing like that, she was never late for anything in her life, and if given the chance, preferred to be early. Just as she was there at the Coriander, although ten minutes early wasn’t too bad, it was… Maybe just a sign she was a little eager… Or nervous… Which to be fair she was both in grand measures. She wanted to pretend this didn’t make her stomach fill with entire migrating flocks of butterflies or her palms sweat a little, but in fact they did both a fair bit, pushing her towards that bar. Why not? She was old enough to drink easily, she wasn’t struggling with addictions or a moral dilemma, and a little alcohol sounded like just what she needed… Or, in her case, maybe a lot of alcohol… Not in volume but in potency… The absinthe itself was a wonderful drink, almost pure alcohol in and of itself, and with the sugar cube it was a sort of revelation to drink. Ice cold and sweet it should have done the job but for some reason she seemed to be drawing men like bees to a flower and she didn’t exactly appreciate the attention, though a few of their antics did make her laugh, which wasn’t too bad. Still she drew the line when she was touched and left her virtually untouched glass there on the counter and went to mingle instead, recognizing a few people there from the funeral, educated men and women whom Jacob had personally introduced her to. It was among that crowd she mingled and debated, earning respect for herself and Jacob since he was her teacher, and that was where he saw her… She saw him… And they were both more than a little bit blown away by the other… He was more than a little handsome, he stood out like an angel in the crowd of sinners, the cut and style of that suit so unique no one was ever going to be able to pull it off but him… Honestly he made it so easy, and so hard all at the same time, making her feel like she was a bit of a yoyo in his hands… He made her heart race and stall, beat out of rhythm before suddenly finding out how to sing, and the things he did to her breathing were too numerous to count… Tonight was by no means any exception, if anything it might be a little worse, so many things had stacked up today… Just one blow… One move… Could send it all toppling either way…
His greeting and bow was beautiful to her, and she did her best to return it before he lead her off to that table, and a part of her wondered at it… He loved such small things… And yet he had a table, owned and payed for, in a place like this… It made her wonder how he managed to enjoy one with the other being what it was, it was just so very different from point to point, like black and white without any grey in the middle… No pepper area… She couldn’t help the comment she made on it, her lips curling up with a smile as he helped seat her, arranging her skirts as they talked… Though when he answered that he used to put the table up for bid rather than himself made her brow raise, her lips curling in a smile as she watched him, tapping her nail on the glass for just a moment before taking a sip. Truly, she could live on this sort of wine, lightly sweet and fruity but far from being too rich to palate. “Well… That is interesting but then it begs the question… Did you not like it in general? Or did you end up having a very, very horrible date with someone, perhaps a woman a little more… Rotund than others? Handsy? Maybe a touch unfortunate in the appearance area?” She teased, unable to resist the idea of him being bought up by some portly middle ages woman with a fu man chu beard and mustache and more rolls than the bakeries in town combined, and having to do what ever activity she desired… It was too funny in her own mind really, seeing him still young and baby faced, too much a gentleman to show his agony at the situation… But secretly inside plotting a way to never risk it again… Imagining the table as a last ditch resort… Oh it really was funny, it made her smile the idea of it, looking across the table to him, wondering just what sort of adventures still lay there under the surface… So many stories she wanted to hear, to watch him laugh or grouch, to see his face light up with animation as he retold his life to her from his own eyes… And he said he felt bad because he couldn’t give her love right now… As if everything else was chopped liver… He was brilliant… And a complete and utter bloody conehead.
His sweet words about being afraid to break her on the dance flood earned him a teasing little note there, glad to see him laugh as he said he wouldn’t drop her, which was a wise choice. “Good, because I would probably kick you for it.” She said with her own soft laugh, taking another sip of her wine before they made their orders for dinner, he choosing the fish and she the beef. She’d never had this sort of food before, and she knew she would never make it at home, so might as well truly stretch out from her regular diet… Try something new… Something that sounded complicated and delicious all at once… She was thinking about their toast shared when he mentioned Kit and the help after this, to set up the lecture hall for tomorrow, her lips flicking up in a wry little smile… She and Kit could handle it easy, like cake walk, it wasn’t that part that made her smile… It was him being a bit of a worry wart there… Well, that and the fact he said flat out he over thought some things sometimes, unable to stop the words that came out in immediate reply. “At times? You overthink things more often than a goldfish twirls in his bowl…” He was so smart, but that was in a way his own hang up too, the way he always ended up pausing… Hesitating… Afraid to leap when the idea of doing so seemed so illogical… It was when he wasn’t thinking… When he was relaxing that things were the most wonderful around him, moments when he gave in and just was himself, like when he had given her that first kiss on the landing… Or last night when he had trusted her and let her take the reigns for a while, the two of them locked in white hot passionate embraces, and each time he let go… It was all the sweeter for it… Sometimes… Even if she would never say it, at least, she didn’t think she would… But she had to wonder… If all this overthinking was because of what Cora had done to him… How badly she had hurt him when he was so young, so open and vulnerable… Was this constant analyzation of every moment because he didn’t want to ever feel that sort of sensations ever again? If so she REALLY would hire a necromancer, no matter what it cost, and make sure she got to kill that witch again with her own hands.
Dr. Barathon had been brought up, and before they could really get into the conversation, he had noticed a grand moment unfolding just a few feet away… Something incredible that was just waiting to happen, and could be destroyed by one single waiter, and that had been when Jacob intervened… Allowing the magical moment to unfold like it should, the happy couple suddenly in a state of bliss as they would soon be spending the rest of their lives together, and she understood then… Why Jacob did what he did, at least in part, because he was able to make those ever after moments happen. “I don’t think you can ever steer anyone wrong when it’s true love… It sort of finds it’s won route no matter what gets thrown in the way… But to be honest you know a good deal more than I do! I can only speak from the knowledge of fairy tales.” She said with a warm smile, and moments later he picked back up on Dr. Barathon, and when the option came in… She took it. What was she supposed to do? Say no, she wanted to stay at the manse, to risk all sorts of hell just to be near him? That was beyond selfish and it would just keep hurting him, and leave Kit to stay at the wayside and she couldn’t do that, not to them. Kit and Jacob deserved more, and right now the kindest thing she could do for them both, was to leave… She was causing Jacob agony being around, and maybe it was better to just pull the plant out by the roots before it dug in any deeper, especially when she remembered what he had said… She made him torn, morally and otherwise, she bent his internal compass and left him adrift in his own self… Keeping it up… Being around him… Knowing she had no resistance… No strength against him to be able to give him the space, the respect he deserved, to keep from further tearing him… Though she was doing it for selfless reasons that didn’t make it easy, God no it was incredibly hard, it was breaking her heart… What she wanted, and what was best for everyone, were on entirely opposite sides of the poles… There was no choice where everyone was a winner… So she did the only right thing she could… “Thank you, I appreciate it a great deal, I really do… It should cause all manner of calm to settle over the manse too with me being gone, so honestly, it just… Seems the best choice…” She said, hesitating a bit at the end, watching the way he was rubbing his neck… She was about to ask him what was wrong, when he did that it was always because something was bothering him, and she wanted to know what it was… Did he want her to stay? Or was there something else? A different concern? Before she could get anything out though the waiter came with the entrees and yes… She had to comment on his dish, it was beautiful and smelled amazing, but at the same time it truly did look a bit like childrens building blocks… She watched as he began to stack up the cubed pieces and had to cover her lips with her hand as she tried to smother a laugh, the light bright in her eyes as she shook her head, the moment was far too cute… Their food was equally delicious to both, she was more than a little in love with hers, and she was honest about it… Her reactions weren’t intended, just instinctive, and she did love good food more than most would expect. She might not eat a whole lot, she might be more of a grazer, but when the food was this good? Oh she could easily tuck away two to three times what she normally did and relish every moment of it! She was smiling into her soup bowl at times, truly it was incredible and she caught his looks, smiling at him in return… Little expressions there like soft teasing or blushes, wanting to ask what he was looking at so often, but at the same time… Didn’t… Wouldn’t… Ruin the magic of the moment.
The woman with the roses had come by and he explained it was something of a tradition here, the color he plucked a deep maroon red, asking her to join him out on the patio… Oh it was a beautiful view, the wind just chill enough to be delicious with hot soup in one’s belly, seeing the rose as he offered it to her… Standing behind her… His hand on her skin… Across her waist… She ran the petals of the rose over her skin as she let her mind wander for just a moment… He would protect her… But who would keep her safe from him? She was gently touching him, her fingers a feather soft caress along his cheek and jaw, but like all things with him… She crumbled… Sliding her fingers into his hair, feeling his grip in her tighten, the two of them there… Ready… Lips so close… Fevered temperatures… Tight muscles… They would have kissed… Probably hot and sweet as the library but longer, much longer, and in that moment… The waiter came to deliver the news that their meal had arrived… Jacobs weak laugh was about the same she felt, wondering again if they might be half way cursed, they did have some rather… Unfortunate timing at moments… Returning to their seats she saw her wine glass had been refilled and she didn’t hesitate, especially after that moment… A Little wine would probably help bank the flames… Dinner was… A revelation! She loved every bite, her enjoyment was obvious but far from obscene, just sweet sounds and expressions of someone truly enjoying themselves… He mentioned that, for all this was delicious, nothing could top his Uncle’s food. She said it had to do with it being comfort food, a part of your childhood that always calls to home memories that are tender and sweet, so when you go home and that food is served to you again? It brings up happy memories, simpler times, when the world was a much brighter for their youth… “Oh I will? Is that where we will be staying for the celebration then?” When he said she would see, she figured that was what he meant, but she wasn’t going to bet on anything just yet… He had asked her to go with him, the both of them knew what it meant, what was on offer… It had lit a fire inside her she was trying so hard to quell there, just the idea of them finally… It made her heart throb… Along with other tender places… She couldn’t help the smile when he asked if she was enjoying dinner, confessing it was the best she had ever had, and that it really was wonderful… The enjoyment on her face was impossible to miss, she truly did embrace every moment and flavor, just glad to be alive… To be able to feel and taste things like this… The rest fell into silence as they snuck little glances across to each other before they would finish dinner, leaving just enough to be polite, but for her? Oh it was so hard to leave those last few bites! Decorum sucked sometimes!
He said he was going to pay up now, and she couldn’t help the smile as he helped her up, their hands together as she asked… If he wasn’t afraid of breaking her now all of a sudden… The way he smiled… The way he leaned in so his breath fanned over her skin… “But you are afraid of it some time then?” She asked, wondering what he meant by that, but another part of her… That female part of her that was as old and primal as the sun felt she knew fairly well what he was thinking of… And it was something that flowed through her mind too, wondering if she could manage it, if it would be sweet or sad… Painful until his release or if they would find pleasure? A grand many questions she had but none she would, could, ask right now…
The dance floor was out of a dream, like something from tir na nog or a fairy land, the two of them finding a spot on the floor. The deceptively haunting music, the throbbing beat, the voice as it floated along the air… So much stacked against her… She confessed he made it so easy to fall in love with him, her lips close to his ear, their bodies swaying to the beat… Her heart throbbed, stuttered and stalled, feeling flushed… Hot… Feeling his strong fingers grip the fabric of her dress at the back, making her bite her lips as she looked up at him, her nails curling into his shoulders softly… Damn he made her so hungry… He spun her out, back, her ass pressed against his groin… Thank god it was dim or the room would see she was obviously aroused, her nipples like twin berries under her dress, her breath catching hard and fast… Oh yes, they moved like vertical foreplay together, easily able to match and sway with each others movements… “God knows I want you to… I can’t be around you without crumbling like so much sand, all my good intentions, my every dedicated thought goes up in smoke… It’s all I can do sometimes not to beg you…” She breathed before she felt his erection against her ass and she whimpered sweetly, her nails curling in over his hands, head falling back against his chest… “Why don’t you… I want you… Haven’t I said so simply enough?... Haven’t I confessed I want to give you all?... There is no one I want… Will ever want… But you…” She said in a sexy broken little sweet sob, spinning into his arms again, face to face as he dipped her… Moving like liquid sex as she turned the fire on herself… Asking him if he would miss her… What he would remember… Would he crave her taste?... The feel of her lips over his throbbing cock… The way they moved together last night… When she came how she cried out his name… Oh God yes she felt how hard he was, and if not for the room around them, she would have torched it all… Dragged him to the nearest surface and took him inside herself… Given everything and all for this… Yet on the other hand… Almost as vital… Was the fact she knew doing it would hurt him… Hadn’t he said as much? She apologized for complicating his life, feeling his finger against his lips, the soft words… “Jacob…” She half whispered, half moaned as they moved together, rocked and swayed… Friction and need mounting… The way they moved drew they eye, as if they were old dance partners on one hand, and lovers on the other… A sort of intrinsical, intuitive, sensual partnership between them that made others envy their fluidity…
The music picked up and she was in raw agony, their sexual frustrations coming out in their movements, the way they were so desperate… Why… Why were they holding back? The reasons seemed to small… Paltry… Insignificant… She heard his rejection, a part of her hurting, another part wondering why… Just… Why? She was spun again and pulled hard against him, the soft moan swallowed by the music as she moved against him, just a breath… A whisper from just going up in smoke then and there… He slid down her body and she nearly writhed, feeling his hand on her trim little ankle, up along her calf… Hot… Sweet god… Her head fogged, her body ridden hard by lust, unable to resist the movement of the music… Another words form him… “You can… Please…” The breathed as she felt his lips over the side split of her dress, the high cut of it on the side, so close to where she wanted him most… The way he gently breathed over her skin before they were together, arm in arm, able to pull of movements humans never would… That last dip had her hooking her leg over his hips, the dress sliding up as she let herself glide down, anchored there by his hands and her leg… A glorious range of motion and show of skill and skin… She was coming up when she felt the chill hit, her heart thudding, fingers curling into his shoulders… “Please-“ She begged before suddenly the world shifted… Someone else was there… Cutting in… She looked at Jacob while he had to step aside, handing her over to this stranger, feeling someone elses hands on her skin… She was already painfully aroused because of Jacob, unable to hide the flush on her cheeks, the way her eyes were fevered bright… Looking far too much like she wanted something she wasn’t asking for, and while it was entirely true, she was only asking it of one man. Still, she couldn’t be rude, no more than Jacob could… She entered the dance with him, losing sight of Jacob all too quickly, her ears only half registering the words said to her… Was she new in town… Something about if she had seen this or that place… Bla bla bla… She lost all that energy and charged movements the moment Jacob left, but she wasn’t rude, she just… Didn’t give her partner what he thought he was going to get… Another man switched in then… Another after that… She felt like a lighter passed around in a cigar den! She was starting to get frustrated, even a little angry at the way she seemed to be taken from one to the other, Jacob was lost in the smoke to her and she couldn’t see him… This only added to her discomfort as she tried to disengage again and again, politely claiming bruised toes or tender heels, anything she could think of that would make them let her go… Nothing worked… She was caught up over and over again and the last one that took her when she tried to leave was the same one who had touched her back. She nearly growled but held back, biting her tongue as he danced with her, trying to get some sort of a reaction… His hand drifting down to cup her ass more than once, making her pinch his arm several times to pull it back up, her cheeks in an angry flush. She noticed he was dancing her off the floor, working them towards the back and more than once she asked him to stop, that what ever Idea he had? Wasn’t going to wash…
Didn’t seem to matter though, either he had been the one to drink her absinthe or he was already a bit sauced to start with, but either way he was there and not listening to a word she said. Sure, he was being polite, saying the music was too loud… Oh he had a thousand excuses… They were almost out of the group, a cluster of tables near to the side and he was trying to lead her to the quieter game area, where it was still dark and cloaked in shadows… She put the breaks on then, she didn’t care what people thought, she wasn’t going to be a lamb to the slaughter. She was trying to pull her hand free from his grip when he pulled her in and tried to kiss her, leaning back and ready to slap him in a matter of a second, but then there he was… An avenging angel… The man stopped and turned to pay attention to Jacob with a smile on his face before suddenly he had his nose broken… She stood there, in shock as the guy suddenly let go of her hand, stumbling back to fall onto a few tables. Oh… Oh not good… She wasn’t about to stop Jacob, god no, he had saved her for what she was sure to be a sloppy somewhat inebriated kiss… Someone couldn’t hold his absinthe… Even so? Jacob had such high standing… The papers already wrote about him… This? Would not stay in anyone’s closet… “Come on!” She said, taking his hand in hers and running from the room, a streak of red and blond with her smoke trailing behind… One room… Another… Dark hallways… Out a back door… They had a minute… Maybe two… Before the place went absolutely and utterly bonkers… She flagged down the first carriage she saw, a sleek and beautiful black thing with a huge cabin, the driver dressed in black but the four team was of such good stock she knew it couldn’t be an unsavory thing… It was unusual, strange, even a little risky… But she had to get him out of there… She’d deal with the consequences later… She opened the door and pushed him in, telling the driver to go anywhere, around the town if he chose but to not stop anywhere for long… Once Jacob was in she closed the door and locked it, sliding all the blinds down so the inside was blanketed in darkness. She wanted to thank him for saving her… She wanted to say she was worried about him getting in trouble… She wanted to ask if he was ok…
She wanted…
She threw it all to hell… Let the devil sort the sinners. She almost launched herself into his lap, straddling him as she almost consumed him, her lips over his as she began to open his jacket… His shirt… Her kiss white hot, needy, starving… Desperate… It was sweet and punishing, nipping at his lip until he opened for her, their tongues dancing as they had on the floor… “Not this time…” She said around beautifully bruising kisses, sliding her dress down off her shoulders, his shirt unbuttoned as she gripped his ribs with his fingers… “Not this time… I won’t let…” She breathed, panting, her fingers sliding up to cross behind his neck… Fisting in his hair as she pressed her breasts against his chest… Grinding… Rocking down against him with her bare slit over his soft slacks, moaning decadently as she threw herself into it fully, needing… Damn all his fucking morals! He could repair them tomorrow but tonight… Not tonight… She ran her nails over his skin again before she got to his pants, making short work of belt, button and fly… Sliding him free of his shorts and she had him hard, pulsing and throbbing in her hands, her eyes opened… Looking… Looking onto his… She was about to slide him into her, to make their first time there in the back of a carriage, she was already so hot… So wet… the promise of such sweet sensations for them both… “Make me yours…” She pleaded before she felt the sudden lurch of the carriage stopping, sliding her just far back enough to keep her from her goal, his cock nestled between her folds… She whined in frustration, about to try again when the door was suddenly thrown open and she clung to him in surprise, more than a little um… Vulnerable?... In that moment? Certainly close to naked! Before either of them could get a word out, they would both had something blown in their face, something glittering and almost sand like… Very fine… And it wasn’t even a second later before she was completely out, sliding off of his lap and almost to the floor before she was caught, her dress pulled back up and settled on the other cushion… Jacob himself shifted to lay down as well, straps put up so they wouldn’t hit the dirt, and the door closed once more… It was just a hop, skip and a jump from here to Arvandor via spontaneous portal, the whole carriage disappearing from the surface to the land of the elves… Spring was coming… It was already warming there… Green was peeking out here and there… Fields were being ploughed and seeded…
She slept through it all, though Jacob himself would have woken up earlier than that, but unable to do much… Awake yes, mobile, eh… Not so much… It wasn’t too long of a ride to the cabin in the mountains, the lake nearby, mountains and lush scenery… The ward having been put up and extended for this particular Tryst job… The driver hopped down and unloaded them both, it was safe and warm here, but a place Jacob might not know about… Unfamiliar to him…
“There’s rations for three weeks, clothes are here from your respective apartments, as well as books and what ever else you need or want… The situation has been handled, and you don’t need to worry about anything, you’re in good hands.” Sure… That’s reassuring right? “She… Might need a little help… I think I gave her either a double dose… Or she’s never used a portal before… She’ll be fine…” Though that last bit? Eh… Little less than um… Reassuring? There was some doubt there before he jumped up into the carriage and was out of there before Jacob could get up and move, leaving them in this beautiful but remote location, with the sun just setting and night about to fall… The sounds of night creatures surfacing and day animals slowly settled down for bed… It would take Jacob maybe ten minutes before he was able to get up on his own, completely fine and without being a drop worse for wear, and free to do as he pleased… Until the ward at least… If he tried to magic his way out of it, to move through it, or in otherwise any other fashion get out? He’d suffer a nasty bit of a shock and be stuck for another day… Yeah… His father? Hadn’t pulled any punches… This? Was what his family had been hoping for since he was a young man, and they knew when his name didn’t show up, that Cora was the wrong woman… Had tried to tell him… But in the end? Well he was here now, with the one he was supposed to be with, but there were still questions… Such as… What would he do with her for two weeks, no one around to spy or comment, no risks of slander or rumors… Free to do what ever they wanted for two weeks…
“Sorry about the rough handling son…” Not Diovan, but Nautilous showed up there, a bit wavery due to it being a projection but more than enough to ease his concerns… “Your name came up and well… We all know you’re a touch stubborn… Get it from your mother and we knew kid gloves weren’t going to handle it… I also know if your worried about the surface you won’t do what your supposed to do here, if you ah… Get my drift? So I’ve already handled the Coriander, and the bloke who’s nose you busted, and got the lecture hall set up and covered… Two dopples are there, covering for you and Rose, and will continue to do so until you return.” He said, and before Jacob could say something against it, he held his hand up. “We don’t decide the books, you know that, and you know who does… She’s already appeared to her… You saw the proof yourself… But apparently your being too damn much like your father in that case and dragging your heels so Hanali decided to… You know… Push things in the right direction. If you have a complaint, I’d talk to her about it, we’re just the messengers.” He said with a laugh and a shrug, looking over Jacobs shoulder at Rose, nodding his head. “We’ve seen you laugh more with her than we’ve seen you laugh in years… You’re always smiling now… You even started to let go… Don’t make the mistake I did with Sydel… Don’t make her think you don’t care for her and let some other jackass snatch her up… I was too damn stupid with your mother for too long and ended up making a LOT of mistakes that… I still don’t know how the fuck she’s forgiven me for but… Well she has and anyways that’s not my point… My point is? If you aren’t sure? Then look for the answer till you are. Remember, you don’t fall in love, you either are… Or you aren’t… From that first look. It’s not a habit to learn, or a skill to acquire, it doesn’t take time. You’ll know if she’s the one… If you stop overthinking it.” Oh yeah, there was a smile and laugh there, and the sound of slapping hands… Yep… Sybelle wanted to say hi and to see but he was keeping her out of it behind his back, at which case she was hitting him for it, and more than a few bites which made him grin and flinch a bit. “Before your mother climbs over me like a money on a jungle gym, is there anything you need while I’m here? I won’t come back till your stay is up, I’m not going to ruin your chance here in any way, so if you got something to say now’s the time.”
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Post by Deleted on Jun 13, 2017 1:10:39 GMT 9.5
...he had asked her to join him outside.. to get a little fresh air.. the conversations between them up until that point had been a little touch and go.. soft and sweet in places.. but also more than a little sobering when she accepted the proposal with Dr Barathon..he understood, of course he did.. it was one of those situations where something had to be done.. either he would just throw caution to the wind.. and try and follow the feelings he up until that point did not quite understand.. Or..he persevered.. trying a little separation.. at least for the remainder of that year.. was there perhaps a little bit of hope that once it was over.. that they would be able to look deeper into what was happening.. what was blossoming.. was it incredibly selfish of him to think.. or even entertain the idea that she would wait like that for him..he had guided her out to the balcony.. slipping in behind her.. to draw his arms around her as he handed her the richly coloured rose.. he asked her to accompany him to the celebration.. his words were smooth and honest.. there was no shyness.. there was no hesitation.. it was a sheer want.. a desire to have her with him.. to finally attend one of those events.. not as a worker.. but as a recipient.. it would be utterly new.. for the both of them if she would accept.. the closeness.. their proximity was playing havoc with them both..
his hold upon her tightening when she reached and took a tighter grip upon his hair.. they were incredibly close to that kiss.. it was a mere breath away before they were inevitably interrupted.. their food was ready and waiting for them.. he guided her back inside.. settling down then.. doing much the same as her.. taking a drink of the wine in hopes it would soften the rather jagged nerves that had developed.. he had made mention that whilst the fish he had was utterly delicious that it still wouldn't be as good as his Uncles.. but that she would find that out soon enough.. he tilted his head when she asked if thats where they would be staying.. placing his fork down there as he reached for his wine once more-. mm.. no.. we'd never be left alone if we did.. -laughing a little then as he took a small sip-.. I have a small cottage.. it's where I lived once i left the nest.. so to speak.. it's not fancy.. it's just where I stay when I go home.. close to the hospital, the schools and so on.. -he waved his hand a little-.. We can stay at the Inn if you like.. Im sure he wont mind.. though Id have to let him know ahead of time.. he is usually booked solid for a couple of years in advance when the festival dates come round..-Garafin made a roaring trade when it came to those events.. especially the celebration of the heart as it went on for longer than any of the others.. -.. there will be plenty to do though.. and also quite a bit of down time.. to do whatever we like.. rare to see another human there though.. so.. there'd be no outside eyes.. -he figured she knew what he meant.. there'd be no judgement there.. nothing at all..
he returned to his meal then.. the fish just flaking away.. it was soft and deliciously seasoned.. hitting the spot perfectly.. making him warm and comfortable.. though he didn't quite finish it.. before he would move to stand..re-buttoning his suit jacket.. he would offer her his arm.. helping her to her feet.. he'd glance toward her at her response.. though he himself would do little more than shoot her a playful wink.. guiding her through the dining hall then.. and into the awaiting arms of the dance floor.. it was a stunning room.. just beautiful.. so lush.. the two of them fell into step far to easily.. far to fluidly.. matching each other..he span her.. she moved like a dream.. falling into him upon each and every return.. she was doing terrible things to him in those moments.. his body betrayed him swiftly.. the feeling of the curves of her ass pressed to his slacks.. he couldn't hold back the growl into her ear.. his breath caught when she raked her nails across his hands.. her perfume assaulted his senses...when she asked him why.. that her wants were clear.. obvious.. that hadn't she confessed that she wanted to give him everything.. his lips remained close to her ear-.. it's complicated..-whispered softly.. barely inaudible.. he knew what she desired.. he knew all to well what she was willing to give up for him.. it was a pretty big deal.. it was Huge.. and one of the reasons he held back.. at least in the short term..he wanted to know she was utterly and completely sure.. that she wanted him.. that it wasn't just the heat of the moment talking.. though he knew.. deep down.. he knew all along it was so much more than that.. she teased him.. tormented him some more.. whispering naughty words right into his ear.. his only defence was to fall into the actions.. the dance itself.. dipping her back.. watching as her body bent cleanly.. the supple swell of her breasts.. the dip of her waistline.. those curved hips.. fuck it was doing such terrible things to him.. his body ached..
his heart throbbed..she went to apologise to him and he stopped her.. a finger to her lips.. she didn't need to.. not at all.. if anyone really needed to fall into that spot it was him.. over and over .. he span her again before he would bend down ..gliding down her body.. his fingers curling around the back of her ankle.. his lips.. warm and wet to the very top of that fabric slit.. he watched her whilst he did.. hearing her breath catching.. the change in her voices pitch.. before once more he was upstanding.. dipping her backward.. her leg curling.. lifting to hook around his.. before he slowly painstakingly drew her back into that standing position.. -.. Fuck you're gorgeous.. he whispered.. more so under his breath than anything else.. he was struggling.. his words were coming out in stuttered bursts.. that he couldn't.. before her plea sounded and everything changed.. he was replaced by another.. and he couldn't really deny the gentleman.. not with how everything else was working.. how she was unattached.. he was simply her teacher.. thats all.. his shoulders sunk as he stepped back.. watching this other slide his arms around her.. before his attention was diverted.. and these distraction techniques were laid on incredibly thick.. making him look away.. making him turn at just the right moment.. and should he get a chance to go to her she would just remain out of his reach.. the candy scented smoke was thick around their feet.. the lights shining off it lightly..
just enough to confuse him further.. to anger and frustrate him.. the women that had spoken added fuel to the fire..telling him of his short falls without even realising it.. it just killed him again.. and then again.. before he forced himself to his feet.. he had had more than enough.. this was going to end now.. he went to stand.. to weave through the crowd.. before he caught a glimpse of her current partner.. and it looked an awful lot like Dr Rincavornon.. and his blood boiled all the more for it.. he rolled his neck.. squared his jaw as he weaved through the dancing couples.. ignoring all and sundry.. the woman fainting.. nope.. the questions in his direction.. nope.. the hands upon his shoulder.. women trying in vain to get that dance with him.. but he didn't even turn to look.. he got just behind her and this beau.. tapping on his shoulder.. if it were possible for smoke to be coming out of his ears it would have been right then and there.. when the gent turned.. there'd be no warning.. there'd be no calling out..a swift hard right hook.. knuckles to nose.. and the guy stumbled back into a series of dressed tables.. causing quite a commotion.. his brows furrowed.. he blinked.. his fingers flexed just a little.. his attention lifted to look to her.. no words were coming out.. before he felt her hand.. she'd have to tug him a few times.. but he'd get the message.. running along side her.. his heart was stuttering.. his breath catching there in his throat.. room after room.. a hallway.. a corridor and a few doors before they would finally be out of the building.. he wasn't thinking straight.. looking back over his shoulder.. he went to say something before she unceremoniously shoved him into the carriage there..
he stumbled into the seat.. shifting across whilst she all but jumped in with panic crossing her features.. he watched her locking it.. the shades drawn.. the driver taking off down the road there.. he sunk back against the cushions.. his hands rising as he ran his fingers through his hair.. he groaned a little..-.. Wow.. Uhh.. -he rubbed his lips together.. he didn't expect to do that.. he honestly didn't know what had come over him.. before she tossed him completely.. pretty much launching herself onto his lap.. his eyes widened as he looked up to her.. feeling her bodies weight.. the kiss forced.. her lips crushing against his.. it would take him a moment before he would realise just what was going on.. his heart just about lurched free of his chest.. he returned the kiss with just as much heated desire and passion.. tongues mingling.. teeth grazing.. lips locked firm.. the breaths taken were shaken and in little more than gasps as she pulled at his clothing.. his jacket..shirt.. everything was happening incredibly quickly.. he truly wasn't sure what to make of it.. he swallowed between kisses.. his body stiffening when she gripped at his ribs.. -.. Good god Rose! -he whined softly.. a tremble every so often as his body just melted beneath her teasing moves.. he watched her when she pulled her dress down.. freeing those lush tits of hers.. his hands lifted.. dragging up along her bare sides as he palmed those beautiful breasts.. growling through his then grit down teeth.. his fingers curled inward.. gripping firmly, tightly.. rolling those sweet hardened little buds between them.. before she just shattered him.. fisting his hair like that.. forcing her bare chest to his.. the grinding.. the rocking.. it was such a sly sweet little torment.. and it was killing him.. -.. Oh god.. are you..Fuck..fuck -his voice came out breathy.. a little broken as she began to more or less fuck him whilst he was still almost completely dressed.. he couldn't help but rock back against her.. to lift up.. she was hot.. soft and wet.. lusciously so..
his free hand slid around.. to gain a firm hard grip upon her ass.. his mouth dropped open and he couldn't help the groan that sounded when she gained a grip upon his cock.. having freed him from his slacks.. oh he didn't need any added manipulation.. he was as hard as a fucking rock ..he swallowed.. looking back to her there.. there was no going back from here.. not now.. not ever.. they had gotten to this point before.. in that bedroom at the Inn and it was a right struggle then.. just about killing the pair of them.. but this.. was different.. he knew he wouldn't be able to be so well behaved.. her little lustful plea.. to make her his just about floored him.. his lids were heavy.. half closing there as he reached around.. fingers fisting those beautiful blonde curls as he claimed her lips.. the kiss was strong.. hard and hot.. as she reached to slide him into that position.. from that moment it was little more than a waiting game.. his heart throbbed.. his body ached.. she smelt fucking incredible.. his grip upon her ass tightened.. no doubt leaving quite a angry red mark.. before he hissed and shook when the carriage took a sudden stop.. forcing her to fall into him.. -.. Fuck.. fuck.. -he groaned.. his head rocking back against the cushioned chair .. swallowing down a breath that kept threatening to hitch against the back of his throat.. that tight slick little slit of hers was So close.. incredibly even.. he could feel the heat coming from her core.. that smoothness.. all incredibly inviting.. before the door was opened.. his hold upon her tightened.. -.. What the fu..-he went to call out.. before the pair of them were coated in that fine glittering dust.. causing them both to falter.. to hit that slumber almost immediately..it would be some time before he would come to.. groaning a little as his heavy lids would not really want to open.. he couldn't see outside of the carriage just yet.. but he could smell what was going on.. he knew where he was.. he was home.. he was in Arvandor.. but why?.. what was going on?.. he went to try and move and found out easily enough he was unable to.. mm.. a little concerned.. he could look to her though.. she was resting peacefully..he could hear her breathing.. he could see the gentle rise and fall of her chest.. the pair of them were lifted and placed down upon one of the seats upon a porch.. it was a log cabin.. literally in the middle of no where.. his brows furrowed.. glancing around.. trying to gain some bearings as to his location.. the gentlemans voice would shatter the foggy bubble though.. making him pay attention as he turned to look.. and he'd see the uniform.. his head dipped back then.. feeling a little bit defeated in those moments and a little embarrassed.. he was not on the receiving end of this business.. he nodded his head at the instructions..
he glanced to her once more when the guy made mention of her maybe getting a double dose.. or maybe not using the portal before.. he went to speak.. to tell the guy he'd keep an eye on her at the least.. and.. well.. do you say thankyou to something like that?.. but he never got the chance.. the driver was back in the carriage and darting off into the distance in the matter of a minute..he groaned.. exhaling long and deeply-.. What are you doing?!.. -he would utter quietly to himself.. it would be a little time before he would regain the feeling in his legs.. a few stumbled steps and then he was fine.. he reached down to pick her up..cradling her against his chest as he backed into the cottage proper.. letting the door fall closed behind him.. he'd not seen this cottage before.. ever.. it was visually quite stunning.. very comfortable.. it was warm without it being uncomfortable.. and the views from the wide windows were spectacular.. rolling hills.. a lake.. a hot springs.. he glanced around a little.. locating a bedroom off to the side there as he gently laid her down upon the soft bedding.. a kiss to her forehead there.. he stood there for some time though.. just watching as she slept.. as she rested.. he couldn't help the smile there.. before he'd turn and make his way back into the main room.. the door half closing behind him.. he'd glance down to his knuckles.. feeling the soreness as he flexed his fingers.. before your voice would startle him and he'd take a step back.. his shoulders lowering once he realised just who it was..-.. mmhmm.. -he laughed a little and shook his head.. moving across the room then.. sinking down to sit upon the couch there as he continued to flex his fingers a little-.. rough handling indeed.. so many flags.. if i were of a right mind I should have picked up on it sooner.. -the tripling of the dance floor parties.. the smoke.. the fog.. the dancers.. the distractions.. he listened when you spoke on his name coming up on the books and just how stubborn he was.. his hands fell back to his lap there.. -.. honestly.. -he paused.. looking across to the wavering image there of the guy he practically thought of as a Father...so very much trust in Nautilous.. and so much admiration-.. i never thought my name would come up.. I -hesitation-.. just figured.. it wasn't for me.. and I was slowly coming to terms with it.. -he glanced back over his shoulder toward the room where she was resting..
before he turned back to you once more-.. Thankyou.. for handling everything back there.. It would have worried me yes.. you know me far to well..-he rubbed his knuckles a little-..I'm going to guess.. the gentleman I struck.. was not.. -he shook his head-.. who I thought it was yes?.. Fuck I hope he's alright.. -he frowned a little.. chuckling at just how fucking awkward that whole thing was..he went to speak on the books only to fall short when you put your hands up.. reminding him that the books were not decided by the people of Arvandor.. it was a much higher power.. and that the proof was in the pudding so to speak.. he knew Hanali had visited her.. -.. mm.. I know.. i know.. -perhaps he didn't feel he deserved it.. and thats why he struggled with it as much as he did.. though he paused when you spoke on having seen him smiling and laughing more than he had in a very long time.. and that he was finally learning how to let go..the warning then.. to not make the same mistake he did with Sydel.. he nodded.. his hands rose as he rubbed against the back of his neck-.. She's quite remarkable really.. I never thought.. -he trailed off.. a smile creeping across his lips there as he chuckled a little-.. how am I going to explain all of this?.. -he groaned.. exhaling a touch as he looked up to you mildly amused-
.. I dont know.. like.. I'd been meaning to send you a message to.. go over a few things with you.. to see what you thought.. or what you saw.. so much of this is.. so very foreign to me.. and I see myself running from it.. -just like his Father-.. but I dont want to.. it's just so very raw.. so open.. so unpredictable.. I'm not used to having such a lack of control over my life.. and I think thats whats so frightening.. what if it all just goes so wrong.. -he moved himself to stand there.. removing his suit jacket then.. placing it over the back of a chair as his hands slid down into his pockets-.. it just about killed me when she accepted the placement with Dr Barathon.. -he moved across the room then.. coming to stand before the wide windows.. looking out over the valley-.. I mean.. I know its a solution ..to a problem thats short term.. hearing her say though that she would.. I sware.. i felt like someone had ripped my chest open.. I actually couldn't breathe for a moment.. -his brows furrowed-.. but I dont see another way around it.. short of one of us dropping out .. its incredibly complicated.. I dont want her suffering because of what could be seen as my influence with me being in a position of power and authority over her.. I dont play favourites.. you know this as well as I do.. but it's what everyone else see's.. and that damn place is just one huge gossip mill. -he rubbed his lips together-.. I dont want her to go.. Ive gotten kinda used to seeing her first thing in the morning.. and the last thing at night.. I love that sharp wit of hers.. she's cheeky as fuck.. like my god.. she certainly keeps me on my toes.. -he turned so his back was to the window-.. she's stunningly beautiful.. breathtakingly so.. I mean.. Wow.. -he shook his head.. his cheeks colouring just a little there as an awkward chuckle sounded-.. and then on top of that.. well.. she's -hesitation-.. well.. she's not been with anyone.. if you get my drift..
-he pursed his lips together-.. ever.. thats a pretty big deal..I want her to be utterly and completley certain that.. she wants to share that with me.. and then of course.. other problems arise.. -his hand reached back around to scratch against the back of his neck.. making sure they were on their own that she was still resting..by glancing toward the bedroom door.. noticing it was still half closed-..I'm not small.. -he cleared his throat-.. and she kinda is.. at least.. in what I have seen and or experienced so far.. what if I hurt her?.. -his arms rose to cross there about his cheeks.. yeah that was awkward as fuck to bring up.. he listened.. nodding to the responses.. hearing the slapping hands then.. is brow rising before he heard your response about his Mother being in the background.. - Hello Mother.. -he laughed a little-.. Ill come and visit you soon I promise.. -rubbing his cheek a little - Thank you.. Nautilous.. for everything.. Ill talk to you again soon..
-he lingered there for a little while longer before they were for all intents and purposes left alone.. pausing before he moved to kneel down before the hearth.. piling up the wood..placing it down into the hearth there as he sparked it to life with just a touch of magic.. just a little.. watching the flames lick around the logs.. he moved to stand.. it was a beautiful home.. locating the small kitchen.. hunting around for a few glasses then.. and one of the bottles from the rack.. the house was well stocked indeed.. they would want for nothing.. though.. just what would they get up to.. on their own.. no prying eyes.. nothing for this length of time.. he returned to the lounge.. sinking down onto the floor there before the open hearth.. his knee belt.. his arm resting atop it.. staring into the orange and gold.. his mind wandering.. a smile caressing his lips every so often.. and hed still have to flex his fingers .. that dull ache remained.. a gentle reminder as to the whirlwind of a night they were just thrust into... his concern for her was there in the back of his mind.. if she didn't wake soon he'd have to figure something out quickly..-
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Post by BadInfluence on Jun 13, 2017 5:24:04 GMT 9.5
The patio was a blend of sweetness and tension, something that was almost a constant with them, like clouds and rain… It had hurt so much to accept the proposal, even more so to have even asked for a chance to do something, knowing… Knowing it would take him from her, they’d lose all those small, precious moments they had shared so far… The funny events, deep conversations, brainstorming and surprise revelations… She’d miss making him food and taking care of him because he wouldn’t do it for himself… The small ways he showed thanks over a cup of tea or something as simple as dinner… The flowers he left by her bed in thanks for the music box… Did she want to give that up? No. God No! But she had to make the choice, not for her, but for him… She knew she couldn’t hold out forever, her willpower was strong but not THAT strong, not around him… Even if they had the worlds worth of good intentions and morally correct desires… At some point she would give in, she would push, and he… Would either cave in and regret it later, or he would keep that wall up and push her away because she had gone too far, neither of which she wanted to even remotely entertain. Dr. Barathon’s offer to teach her in exchange for her being a Nanny for Grace was the best thing she could hope for, an out that she could take that still allowed her to follow her dream but also gave she and he, a chance to… Survive… To remain as they were without her breaking them… Sometimes the right choice… Doesn’t always make you happy, or even feel the best, but it’s still the right one…
The request to attend with him came with all its full implications, that he wouldn’t be working but a guest, her date… Partner… Romantic Interest… She also knew… They’d both be under the full sway and swing of the lust dust that would be spread about as wide as the air itself, as thick as fog, and it would be impossible for either of them to avoid it… She had looked up at him then, reaching up to stroke her fingers in his hair before curling them in, their grips tightening on each other… She was about to say yes, but first, first she wanted that kiss… After all, the yes was simply for formality, she had already accepted when it came up earlier… She wanted to go with him more than anything, well, almost more than anything… That kiss was sitting high on her to-do list… Their breaths tangled, their nerves tightened, she moved in… Close… So close… Their lips almost touched when the waiter showed up and it was ruined, the moment shattered, the two disengaging… Returning to their seats to partake of the incredibly delicious food, and more than a little wine, for some reason the tension was just… Insane… Yet it wasn’t exactly bad… It was just… There… Heavy like a weight they both felt but couldn’t shake, though at least the wine helped make it a touch easier to bare, a little lighter… They returned to conversation, his praise of his uncle and she knew he must love him a grand deal, incredibly so… It would be interesting to stay at this inn he spoke of on and off, asking if that was indeed their place to reside, her lips turning up in a smile when he replied. “Oh dear… Are we talking a honey do list sort of a thing or more so the desire to catch up over a few days?” She teased with her own little laugh, because honestly she knew that one very well, especially when she visited the Orphanage during Christmas. There was always a handful of something to do for her and constant chatter as they caught her up for the year… “You… Do realize I am not exactly a fancy pants sort of girl, right?... Anouk might have made me into her own dress up Barbie with all these fancy clothes, but under it all I’m still the tom boy in hand me downs, and that’s not really ever going to change… I want to see your house, I want to see your marks on a space all your own… I have a feeling there’s a room dedicated only to books and a big garden…” Another smile as she thought about it, sure there had to be hundreds of things there unique to only him, like a story written by him… Full of secrets she could discover… “I’d like to see the schools, and the hospital, and we can always visit your Uncle? We won’t strain him with the need of a room but I’m sure we can harass him like a couple of younglings and beg for table scraps?” She just knew for some reason that would make him laugh, and she was almost positive that he had probably done that more than once himself with his Uncle, trading some small form of work or something in exchange for the food that had marked his entire childhood. It would be a new event to be around her own people and no humans though, it was funny to her in a way that she had been to Arvandor a handful of times, but had never once actually managed to be around her own people… She knew those who came here to the surface, there were always a few who came here to explore and mingle with humans, others who had sadly been banished or needed to leave for personal reasons… But never actually a true Arvandorian, and it was sort of… Well interesting to think of the fact that they could be… Themselves there… No fear or judgement, no prying eyes or questions, no jealousy or rumor mongering… It was like a dream in a lot of ways, something she could imagine enjoying quite a deal, especially since it would be with him… “What ever we like?... We might need to make a list then… Like try camping out for a night… Just wander off in any direction until we find a spot we love… Go hiking maybe?... I would love to see the ocean there, the one here is beautiful, and I’m sure the one there… Is even more so… I’ve never gone ocean fishing, I would like to try that, and maybe a boat ride?... Definitely swimming in the sea if it’s warm enough…” She had a hundred ideas of things they could do together if he wanted to, each one different and fun, a small adventure in and of itself… They returned to their dinner and she honestly envied the hell out of who ever had cooked his because while she could make it taste the same as he did? Consistency? Yeah no she was shafted. She would never get it to flake so perfectly and she really did admire their ability… Of course the same went with her own perfect dinner, the ideal wine, all of it… What ever price tag came with it? Was worth it… In spades…
He led her to the dance area then and she really did feel like Cinderella in the palaces grand hall, surrounded by beautiful men and women in all their finery but the only one she saw, was him… It was electric, like a match and petrol, magnetic between them as soon as they touched… Like a chemical reaction that was never, ever going to shift into something a bit more stable until something happened to smooth it, to even it out… The dance, slow and romantic in truth, was riddled with charges for them… Every move was like a shot, they were fighting between them and it came out in the move of their bodies, the lush contacts and sensual swaying… War on the dance floor… They clashed deliciously, not like fire and ice, but like the earth and sea… Wearing each other down, the constant crash of need, the desperate desire to be closer… Touch more… Taste… Kiss… Feel… It only got worse when she felt his arousal against the well of her ass, her breath catching and going haywire, moving tightly with him… Every sway… Every rock… Touching him… Being touched… His words fired her, made her melt and bend, her movements growing more sensual… Fluid as silk in water… She wanted him and thought she had made that clear, and while she knew he had his reasons for holding back, she also felt that… Part of those might not be valid… Not any more… They were chains and old shackles he kept dragging around because of their familiar clank and weight… It’s complicated he said… “But does it really have to be?” She replied a touch hot, her breath a warm fan against him, wondering just how much of this was a safety blanket for him… And how much was actually real and genuine? He said he was afraid and yet the way he touched her… Moved with her… Every strangled breath… It was THERE… Wasn’t it? Everything the book talked about, swore to, vowed on… It was there, every single day, from the soft adoring glances to the heated cries at night… It was REAL… But why… Why only to her?... She turned the tables, letting him master her body while she flayed his mind with her claws, asking what he would remember most about her… The sweet, soft moments, or the way she screamed his name and came while sucking his cock? The two of them loosing themselves in the dance, drawing ever more attention at how easily they melded, like their feet never touched the floor… Every dip made her roll her hips against him that much more, never too obvious but it was like fire and steel to them, aching… She had started to apologize for complicating his life, God knew she had made him question himself more in their time together than probably ever in his life, and it felt cruel… Unfair… He wouldn’t let her get more than a few words out, his finger over her lips as she looked up to him, biting the corner of her lips for just a moment… Letting it go as he spun her once more, her head floating with wine and lust, her heart refusing to settle into any sort of rhythm… When he moved down and kissed her upper thigh like that it was almost too much, her breath catching, the need… It was too much… The last dip had her long slender leg hooked around his waist as she slipped low for him, slowly rising at his command, his words as she slowly slid her leg down his to return their dance… They were both far too lost now, the tension point was there, they were going to break… A fault line about to split… She pleaded with him then, she couldn’t take it anymore, she was breaking faster than she could put herself back together… She was going to kiss him, right here and now, she didn’t care…
That was when they were interrupted, the two of them knew they couldn’t actually do anything, not without being incredibly and excessively rude… She went with her new partner, looking at Jacob for as long as she could, watching him being taken up by a female… The two of them constantly kept out of each others reach, until she lost sight of him completely among the fog and taller dancers. The candy scent was odd, it played with her head in a way she couldn’t figure, too close to the wine to make it obvious… Not quite like being a little sauced but close enough to not sent up any flags for her… She was just enough gone to where she was starting to get mad, she didn’t like this at all, passed around like some damn party favor… She WANTED Jacob and either she was too far to see him or he was just out of reach, and it didn’t take her long to realize she was slowly being moved off the field, and she definitely wasn’t drunk enough to fall into the trap… Work her into a dark area? Yeah right! Every excuse he had when she tried to talk to him, to tell him to stop, oh they were all perfectly polite… Polished… And utter dung. She was about to have to slap him before he tried to plaster a drunk Absinthe fueled kiss on her lips when Jacob came in, her knight in that grey suit of armor before he suddenly decked the guy, and honestly… It was… A rather incredibly large turn on… He had saved her… He had promised to protect her and here he was, doing just that, making her heart throb in her chest… The guy he had hit crashed back into a few tables, and she knew in that instant she had to get him out of here, he was going to be massacred if she didn’t… They might not know it was him… Right? It could be… Mistaken?... For someone else?... She reached for his hand and tugged him, telling him to come with her, and while it took a few tries… He did catch on… She had her skirts lifted and she was running, leading the way from memory of the map she had seen on the wall at the entrance, out to the fire exit in case of an emergency… Well, this was one! She had them out the door, looking around rapidly, desperately for a carriage. There was one… Just one… A sleek, beautifully decorated and yet somehow understated one all in black, the driver looked a bit different but the horses drawing it were too fine to be a robbers or highwaymans get up… She pushed him in first, making sure they weren’t followed, locking the doors and closing the blinds… Who knew the man he had hit? He might be the son of a mayor, a prince perhaps, someone influential at the least… She didn’t want him in trouble for saving her… His words once inside, she could understand he was maybe at a loss for himself, hell she was at a loss for the both of them… She had protected him on a sort of autopilot, the need to keep him safe, to always guard him… It was as intrinsical to her as any other part of her body, and that very same body right now, was still desperately on edge for him… She virtually launched herself into his lap, her arousal was strong, both because of their dance and the wine and because he had been pure and absolutely male when he punched the other guy out, like he had finally claimed her…
She kissed him, she didn’t say a word just dove into it, into him… Nipping at his lips until he got with the program a moment later, her deep throaty moan flavored the kiss, all of it was… Unplanned… No thought, just reaction… Instinct… She was tearing at his clothing admittedly, undoing his jacket and his shirt, wanting to… Needing… To touch him… Curling her nails in over his ribs as she gripped him, the way he went stiff under her, it only drove her harder… His whine… He was feeding her fires and making it that much hotter, harder, just… That perfect storm… She peeled the top of her dress off, letting it hang off her wrists as she cried out the moment he touched her breasts, shattering atop of him as she jerked and bounced. “Mmmmfnnn YES! Jacob-!~” She sobbed sweetly, brokenly, grinding down against him as she relished every feeling… That sweet hard climax that hit her like a hammer and was gone to soon, like a tease, a warm up… She couldn’t breathe, she couldn’t think, she was a furry of sensations… Emotions… Wants and needs… a Hungry desperation… She fisted her fingers in his hair as she clung to him, rocking down atop of him, telling him without words where this was headed… Where it was going… His swearing only added to it, made her grip into his hair that much harder, grinding down sweetly… The way he gave in with her, his own motions made her breasts ache and swell, panting hard against his kisses as she began to whine… Sweet and hot… Needy… Starving for this sweet thing dangled before her… She worked his cock free then, taking it in her hand as she lined them up, done waiting… She knew his excuses, his reasons, some were sound… Some were simply because he was scared… And others… Others were for no reason other than he was desperately trying to control something that… Well.. Neither of them could… Last night had been hell and heaven rolled into one, feeling him cum in her had changed her life, and if she had ANY doubt? It had been wiped away the moment his seed hit her walls… With him it was perfect, she felt whole, complete… She looked down at him, she knew he might panic, might… Try to stop her… And she would stop them if she saw in his eyes a single sign of fear… That it really wasn’t what he wanted… She saw none of that though, she instead saw a lust and need that mirrored her own, his fingers coming up to fist in her hair, making her cry out loud and sweet as she moved down… It was there… Just there… Their lips locked hard and hot and hungry as she was just about to settle onto him, to do as she had pleaded, to have him make her his… He was there… Just there… At her entrance… The soft sting already starting but before they could truly get into it the carriage suddenly stopped and she was slammed into his chest a bit, a shocked cry from her along with a growl of frustration, his cock between her honeyed lips… She reached for his hand over her ass and curled in, having him hold her tighter as she would try to line them up again, determined and desperate as she moved atop him before the door suddenly opened and she instantly moved into him, hiding her naked form from prying eyes as Jacob held her close and tight. She was about to rip the driver a whole new kind of asshole when she was suddenly hit with something and she couldn’t even get a breath out before she was out… Sliding down almost into a pile before she was set on the side bench, her dress pulled up and secured into place, fastened into the bench so she wouldn’t slide off… The same treatment for Jacob as they would take off then, heading into a spontaneous portal and into Arvandor, the carriage still smooth despite the sudden jump… They knew what they were doing, these romantic rangers, old hands at things like this… Definitely well practiced as they arrived to the location of choice, each one was always different, picked specifically for those taken… Some people needed a smaller place… Some a larger one… Some needed a city… Others needed the woods… They were always crafted and tailored to every need, stocked before hand, and provisions always brought ahead… Clothing, books, anything and everything they could need… Even the time allotted was specifically crafted JUST for them… Time needed to ah… Hammer?... Details out…
Jacob and she were placed on the benches outside the cabin, the area was warm and sweet, still a bit cooler as spring wasn’t one hundred percent here yet but mostly so… The Ranger left Jacob with words and instructions, that things were fine, and to just… Do his thing so to speak… After all, the Rangers weren’t exactly there to explain, nature and Hanali would sort THAT part out after all… The driver headed out of there right after those words were spoken, the less influence the better, that was their motto. A moment later it was just the two of them there, she was still quite fast asleep, though perhaps less because of the dust and more so sheer exhaustion?... God knew she hadn’t been sleeping much because she’d been so busy and this was a much needed, if albeit unorthodox, nap… She was still sleeping when he moved to pick her up, her head resting over his heart and she let out a soft sigh, something soft and warm… Sweet… Rolling over once she was set into the bed, onto her side with her hands tucked under her cheek, the soft kiss to her forehead.. The soft murmur of his name on her lips as she continued to sleep… Silent… Safe…
Nautilous would appear there, albeit via projection rather than in person, given that even he wasn’t fully aware of this place though he HAD supplied all the food… Which you knew meant it was going to be delicious and incredible, and most likely partially filled by Garafin as well, and a few sweet things from his mothers… Jacobs clothes were all hand picked by him as well, along with things for Rose, though there was a damn insistent pink haired thing that had come in more than once and adjusted it. Who was he to complain? She had good taste and knew Rose and the more natural all this was, the better. He was chuckling at his sons responses though, honestly it was pretty damn funny, Jacob so calm and composed was an utter loss for once… It was probably damn good for him too. “No man in love should every be in his right mind son, if you are, you’re doing it wrong.” He said with a grin, knowing damn well that when he had fallen in love with Sydel, she fucked his whole world up proper. Hell, he went sort of nuts for a while but it was only better when she was around, and while it took his thick ass a while… He knew he was in love with her, but the two of them were so damned stubborn and used to being in control neither of them had handled it well, or with any grace… Took them a damn long time to get to the point where they married but he wouldn’t have changed a damn moment of it. He was going to make sure though that Jacob’s own stubborn streak didn’t get in the way of his own love, hence the visit, a bit of a… Gentle nudge… “None of us ever do… It’s what makes it so magical when it does. You? Just hadn’t found her yet that’s all, and apparently it’s because someone smuggled her out of Arvandor, or I’m sure you two would have been thrown together at least a few years ago…” He knew Jacob was in love, but that damn whore Cora ended up fucking the channels there pretty damn bad, clean rivers of his heart were backed up with garbage and toxins and his poor boy was stuck trying to navigate the damn minefield. Otherwise, he was pretty sure Jacob would have already been able to see what everyone else did, instead of sitting in his box unaware of the room around him. “You’re a lot like me, we don’t enjoy loose ends, and the last thing you need right now is a distraction… Hanali is never wrong, and she’s pretty damn picky when she lines this stuff up, and I sure as hell won’t have her chewing my ass because I slacked off. Besides, you’re my son, I want you to be happy.” He was laughing pretty damn hard at that next bit though, reaching into his pocket to hold up a bag of gold coins, Dio himself coming by in the shot to show his own bag as well. “He’s one of the retired boxers who had a calling for the Tryst, he used to brag his nose could never be broken, so me and your other dad decided to make some wages. Naturally, we won, as we only could with you being the one to throw the punch. He’s at Garafins drinking like a fish and showing off his battle wound, telling everyone about the sudden right hook he got, quite proud he is. Hell, Garafins strutting a bit, being as he was the one who taught it to you in the first place.” He said with a nod before he made sure Jacob remembered just how those books were written, who got picked and why, the cause behind it… This wasn’t a family butting in thing, this wasn’t someone taking his relationship life into their own hands, this was the doing of his own goddess and no one else. He just grinned as Jacob admitted he knew, this was all something planned by fate, nothing else… Stating they had all seen him change, how it was like the storm of his life suddenly passed, and they all watched him laughing and smiling… The changes that had come over him… Everyone knew it, and even in Sydel had a vote against her for being a wood elf, even she didn’t have anything to say… Well… Not that she told him, anyways. He just smiled and wished he was there in a way, just to reach out and rest his hand on his shoulder, knowing that when Jacob DID feel? It was deep… Fathoms so… It was always intense and pure and sometimes a little hard for even Jacob himself to navigate. “Hanali picked her for you… Did you really think she’d be less than anything more than your biggest dreams and secret hopes? And besides, who said you have to explain anything? From what we’ve seen? All she wants is time alone with you, to learn you and love you, so far as we all can see? This is pretty much her kitty catnip dream right here… Just let it flow Jacob… Your not a paramour right now, you’re not at work, your just our son… Our beloved boy… Everything else? Will fall into place… Just enjoy the moment.” Jacob was a lot like Dio in that way, the two of them overthought everything, and sometimes it caused a little more harm than good…
He let Jacob explain his feelings, all of it just pouring out of him, and he knew it would happen eventually. He was damn glad of it too, because when ever Jacob DID let it out, it was usually because he was finally admitting it. Some of Jacob’s best things came around when he finally let out the floodgates, like his choice to be a doctor, to become a paramour… He didn’t interrupt though, Jacob needed to get it all out, and the more he did? The better it was going to be for him… When he DID speak? It was after he had said all he wanted to say and only then did he offer his opinion, always honest and sure, sometimes downright blunt but it was still good advice. “Welcome to Life and not just existence. Existing is easy and smooth, but actually living, that’s where it’s fun and a little crazy… Like you said… Unpredictable… But it’s the beauty of it. If your honest with yourself, and with her, it won’t go wrong Jacob. Right now it looks like your biggest hang up is that you’re not afraid of her… Your more afraid of failing her, which is stupid, because she already chose you… That means she is willing to take everything that comes with you, busted down baggage and ghosts, along with everything that made her fall in love with you in the first place.” That was always the funny part… Guys freaking out when a girl chose them first like… You DO realize in those moments you got the bloody golden ticket? It’s a rare thing, lucky as all get out, and he was glad his son was one of those blessed to have it. The other problem though… Now THAT was something that could be sticky, or it could be not so sticky, both of those were up to him… “She’s smart. She’s willing to take the hard road so you don’t have to. She’s navigating her own future and trying to give you the space you seem to want when we’ve caught your… Conversations… You’re not wrong, they’ll pick it all over like a bunch of rabid vultures, and they’ll paint her up black as sin in a heart beat. You? Not so much… People never piss on the wallet holding the money. That’s not the real issue your worried about though… You’re trying to justify her leaving because you don’t want to admit you’ve pretty much pushed her to it.” Yep. Hard truth, brutal as fuck he knew, but it was honest. Jacob kept giving her mixed signals, hell even Sy had more than once made a disgusted sound and got up to leave, muttering about how in the hell her own son could be that thick… Bells more than once had flinched and even Dio, sweet but oblivious sometimes, even he had groaned and face palmed… “You touch her like she’s all you ever wanted, but then you tell her it’s complicated, what else did you think she would do? It’s natural she is going to leave, to try and soothe herself and try to save you too, thinking this space is really what you want. Hell your mother would castrate me and serve me a plate of spotted dick if I did that. If the carriage ride was right? I don’t think she’s going to exactly let you drive in circles anymore… And if I WAS reading it right? I think in that moment… You had finally decided yourself. So… Really, in the end son, what’s the hang up?” He was pretty sure Jacob had made up his mind right then and there in the carriage, sure she had been the one to make the move, but at the same time he hadn’t tried to stop her… Not even a little… He paused when the fact she was a virgin came up and tried to think of how to address it, just this grin on his face, a quirk of his lips. “So you found a gorgeous, cheeky, brilliant little blond who’s hotter for you than Mt. Vesuvius… Who also happens to be a complete virgin… Yes, it might hurt, but has she ever once acted like she didn’t like it? But still, if you’re really worried, and you don’t want it to hurt too badly? Catch her at the start of an orgasm and drag that thing out… She’ll be too flooded with pleasure to notice much more than a sharp little peak of pain, and that will be obliterated by her climax anyways, so your only concern after that? Is how long you can last because that my boy… Is going to be your breaker… It will probably take you a while to um… Build up some stamina but I seriously doubt either of you will mind it much.” He said with a laugh and a wink there. Bells was beating at his back and trying to get in on the scene, and he was keeping her back despite the thumps and bites, telling her to hush… It was man talk time but Jacobs laughter came through anyways and the offer to visit seemed to placate her… For now. “We’ll make sure everything ready when you come home to visit, but for right now, just enjoy your time Jacob… She loves you… You love her… Just let it happen… Though… You might want to prepare for some… Possible outcomes…” Hanali loved children… There was no greater expression of love than that of a child, and that meant there were no contraceptives of any kind there, so unless Jacob magicked himself or pulled out?... The worry about her leaving to another town for training might be a second place concern… At least he was giving Jacob a heads up, for as excited as they all were for children and to be grandparents, they didn’t want it to be at the wrong time for anyone…
She was in the next room, still sleeping soundly, and would for that entire conversation… Locked in a rather steamy little dream that had picked up where the carriage had left off… Soft murmurs… Little moans… She had enough pieces to put together sex between them and the climax which resulted in a flush on her cheeks and a sudden quake of her sleeping body before she slowly began to wake up, flushed and lovely, slowly sitting up in bed… The room was strange… The world too… It wasn’t the surface… She paused, looking around, but in the end?... She would worry about it later… It was setting sun outside… Or was it rising?... Rubbing her eyes softly as she slid from the bed, taking her heels off so she could pad about silently, peeking her head out to see him there… Resting… Remembering his hand as she snuck into the kitchen, able to see it through the open floor plan, reaching into the freezer for ice chips… Piling them up in a cloth before coming to settle in beside him, resting the cold cloth over his knuckles, offering instant relief… She looked up at him then and he could see the tears there… The shame… “I am… So sorry about the carriage Jacob… I… I know you’re not ready and I was so… So cruel… I almost took that right… The choice from you…” She said, shaking her head as she wiped at her eyes, keeping the pack over his knuckles. “You’ve only ever been a prince to me, kind and sweet, and I was a monster… I was so greedy I… I wasn’t willing to wait anymore… I want you so badly, I love you with everything I have but… That doesn’t make it right… Or fair… To try and do what I did… I don’t know where we are but… When we... When we get back I’ll pack up and go… I won’t complicate your life anymore… Just please… Please say you’ll forgive me… For being so cruel… For what I attempted…”
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..he stood there.. his hands down deep in his pockets as he looked out over the rolling hills.. the valleys off in the distance.. now he had been in Arvandor pretty much his entire life.. and he was certain he had just about seen all of it.. but this place.. certainly one he had not come across before.. it was beautiful.. peaceful.. and as much as he looked around.. left to the right.. he couldn't see another building.. or another soul for that matter.. they were utterly and completely alone.. Nautilous and him had their talk.. going over a few things.. in retrospect when he looked back now he could see the little trademarks of the tryst.. even down to the colour of the rose offered at the table.. the interrupting server on the balcony all to heighten the tension.. to push it.. to force it to the inevitable breaking point..but in the moment .. when it was all happening.. his mind was solely upon her.. the way she smiled.. her bodies cologne.. her touch.. her voice.. all of it.. she was a real honest beauty.. he nodded when you spoke on how a man in love would never be in his right mind.. it made sense.. love did that to a person.. it had the ability to really thoroughly fuck with the head.. his arms crossed about his chest as he turned back to face the projection.. his brows furrowing a little when you mentioned Rose being smuggled out of Arvandor.. his hand rose.. rubbing at his cheek-.. mm.. something is up with that too.. though it's for another day.. she's got a bit of a twisted history.. but.. thats neither here nor there.. something to go over down the track.. -they spoke on the books and how no one thought they would appear there.. and he honestly didn't think he would.. he just figured after Cora he had done his dash.. he'd fucked that one up royally.. and in his mind that had been his chance.. so all of this.. had shocked him pretty much to the core..
he laughed and nodded when you said Hanali was picky-.. Oh I know she is.. ive dealt with it first hand with my work.. -he rubbed his lips together-.. picky and focused.. it's just very different being on the other side of it..it' really quite foreign.. -he rolled his wrist and flexed his fingers.. wondering about the gent he had clocked.. figuring soon enough that it wasn't who he thought it was before that was all confirmed and he caught a glimpse of Dio there.. he groaned a little and laughed-.. you know this is getting embarrassing.. -he was genuinely amused by it all.. it was quite a predicament indeed..the idea that his family had been checking in on him made him rub his temples a little.. it was akin to a parent peeking around a bedroom door to make sure you werent getting up to any funny business.. his hands slid back down into his pockets as he moved to sink down upon the couch there.. he offered a smile when you spoke on how Hanali had picked her for him and thats why she was so utterly perfect for him.. he was a little concerned on how to explain all of this to her..
how they were suddenly transported to a cabin in the middle of no where.. one they couldn't physically leave for a certain amount of time.. and all the reasoning behind it.. that and the fact his parents were in on it.. tough act from the inlaws.. he aired his concerns.. his worries.. how much he had struggled..and then of course the situation that brewed just beneath the surface.. the teacher/student relationship.. how it was holding up quite a wall between them.. and just how much it was putting the breaks on it.. -.. See thats what Im worried about though.. that they'd strip her to ribbons.. -his brows furrowed-.. She's incredibly smart.. she'l fly through this program I know it.. I dont want.. whatever happens between her and I to tarnish what she could make of herself.. she's got such incredible potential.. more than I think I have seen in anyone in a very long time.. I'm just worried thats all..-his hand slid back through his hair-.. I dont want to ruin anything for her..-he visibly winced when you hit him with that hard truth.. that he was the one pushing her away.. and how he was justifying her leaving because of it.. he exhaled long and deep as he sunk back into the cushions of the couch.. -.. no.. you're right.. I know it.. -his elbows came to his knees.. his chin against his palms.. -.. I guess I just needed to hear it.. a virtual slap of reality..
-he frowned.. more so at himself and his own actions than anything else.. and just how he must have been confusing the fuck out of her.. -.. I've been very foolish in my actions.. torn and conflicted ..i 'm honestly surprised she's still around..is it any wonder she said yes to the offer.. -he chided himself.. he was a fucking idiot and he knew it in those moments.. nodding when you spoke on your own experiences.. especially when it came to his Mother.. and he knew how sharp she could be.. his cheeks coloured a little as the carriage ride was brought up.. nodding his head in response.. you were right he had decided then and there.. and there was no way to fight it.. or deny it.. the walls had all but been obliterated.. Tryst intervention or not.. -.. Just me being stubborn.. I think thats pretty much it isn't it.. -he chuckled a little weakly there.. shaking his head-.. thats the only real hang up.. I needed the kick up the ass you have delivered.. -he bowed his head to you.. bit of a cheeky gesture-.. I thank you for that..-the bashful comments following had him stuttering a bit and he hoped to the goddess his Mother wasn't in ear shot to hear any of it.. that would have been awkward as fuck.. mentioning she was a virgin.. and well he wasn't small in that department.. he didn't want to hurt her.. but that night back at the Inn when he felt her.. she was tiny.. he stretched her then and they'd barely even started.. he listened to the advice.. locking that away for future reference..
laughing when stamina was brought up.. he really admired Nautilous.. he felt comfortable around you.. feeling he could tell you anything without fear of judgement.. he offered a few words to his dear Mother.. letting them know he would be visiting them soon enough.. -.. I'll be back for the celebration of the heart.. with a guest.. -he offered a smile there.. -.. Thank you Nautilous.. for everything.. -the leaving comment was kind of lost on him.. at least straight away.. his mind was kind of all over the place.. before the room fell silent once more.. he could hear the wind outside.. just rushing past every so often.. the afternoon was meeting the evening for quite an embrace.. he knew it wouldn't be long and they'd be graced with a blanket of stars.. especially being this far away from the city.. the sky would put on quite a show for them.. he knelt down and piled up the fire..
a little magic play would have the flames licking across beautifully.. before he would move to do a little bit of a wander.. though not before he stuck his head around the bedroom door.. just checking on her.. making sure she was ok.. still resting peacefully.. he checked out the bathroom.. the small library with a few of his own books piled on the desk.. Dio and Nautilous had been busy indeed.. the kitchen was well stocked.. almost to the point of bursting.. more than enough food.. he plucked out a bottle of wine and a few glasses before he'd return to the lounge.. sinking down on the soft plush mat before the open hearth.. one knee bent.. his hand resting just lightly atop it.. his mind went for a bit of a wander..was this all really happening?.. had he actually appeared on that list there.. the thought made him smile.. that it was her.. that all of this.. the odd sensations he felt when he first laid eyes upon her.. how they had been pretty much inseparable since then.. the raw emotions and attitudes that overtook them.. the desire to protect her at all costs.. he knew he could hold his own.. Garafin had taught him extremely well when he was younger.. but up until she appeared.. he had no desire to fight.. no desire to actually physically attack another person.. and he'd done it more than once in a short amount of time..
he chuckled a little and shook his head.. his heart was telling him all the things he had not been paying attention to.. all those little moments he had been missing when fear was crying out in his ear..she took him by surprise though.. making him blink as she sunk down beside him.. his lips parted when he felt the cool relief of the ice upon his fingers.. -.. Oh thank god you're alright.. -he moved to sit up a little.. his back pressing to the front of the couch there.. his gaze.. that green and blue would wander over her face.. noticing those red eyes.. those tear stained cheeks.. - you had me worried.. I wasn't sure when you'd wake.. -he reached across to brush his fingers across her soft skin.. wiping those tear away.. he shook his head when she tried to apologise-.. please dont.. -he wouldn't stop her from talking .. he wouldn't interrupt her.. he just watched her as he brushed her cheeks.. gliding his finger down along the soft curve of her jawline.. he reached up to press his lips to her forehead-.. There's nothing i need to forgive you for..
-he reached around to place the ice pack down upon the table there.. before he would turn to her.. patting his lap there.. his legs were outstretched before her .. he would help guide her to sit.. his hands coming down to rest there upon her hips.. -.. Im the one that needs to apologise.. -he would look up to her there..his head tilting a little to the side-.. Actions ive made and words I have spoken.. must have been confusing to you.. and I think.. a great deal of it.. has been birthed of my own fear.. that I was undeserving.. that I'd pretty much done my dash with my past.. and I'd coast for the remainder of my life.. and then this ray of sunshine came into it.. out of the blue.. and she pulled the rug out from under me.. leaving me to land rather unceremoniously on my ass.. -he chuckled a little.. his hands would rise and reach to cradle her cheeks.. wiping away any further tears with his thumbs-.. and you forced me to look at things a little differently.. even if I was incredibly stubborn at times.. I drew you in with one hand.. and i pushed you away with the other.. thats incredibly poor form..-he rubbed his lips together.. his right hand lifted as he brushed a few of her wayward strands away from her eyes-.. and for that I am sorry.. I'm honestly surprised you've put up with me for as long as you had.. -he paused a moment-.. .. -..I never expected this to happen.. I dont think.. in a million years I could have predicted it.. I guess thats just how things work sometimes.. the dynamic between us..
-he motioned to himself-.. Teacher...-and then to her-.. student.. does make things a little difficult on paper.. I'm seen as your authority figure.. I worry that the vultures will come out to pick you clean ..it's why I suggested going and staying in Narius.. -his hands fell to her shoulders there.. just lightly rubbing against the soft fabric-.. but.. when you accepted it.. the proposal at the table tonight.. i felt incredibly torn.. winded even.. I wasn't prepared for that.. I .. -a touch of hesitation..-.. I dont want you to go.. -his brows furrowed..-.. in as much as I know its the right thing.. I honestly think it will just about kill me to be apart from you for that long.. - his forehead pressed to hers there.. his lids tumbling closed-.. I need you Rose.. -he looked up to her-.. I need you.. more than I have needed anyone.. I.. -his breath caught-.. I didn't want to fall in love.. not at all.. -he rubbed his lips together.. his voice was soft.. his fingers lightly brushed against the sides of her cheeks-.. but at some point you just smiled and .. fuck me I blew it.. -he laughed a little weakly.. opening his eyes to look to her there.. -..
Ive fallen for you.. hook line and sinker angel.. -his hands rose as he cradled both her cheeks there.. looking up into those stunningly beautiful eyes of hers..-.. I wont stop you.. from staying in Narius.. to further your career.. I know how important it is.. I myself did it.. it will fucking hurt.. to not have you around.. but Ill also know its for a short time.. I wont stand in your way beautiful.. -he lifted his chin.. pressing his lips to her forehead.. he didn't want her to go.. not at all.. it would have to be letters every day and visits.. all of it.. often.. or he'd go insane.. he knew it.. this was so new.. so raw.. so addictive.. he .. just wanted it all.. he wanted all of her-.. I love you Rose.. Because of you I laugh a little harder.. I cry a little less.. and I smile a hellova lot more.. -the corners of his lips curled then.. and a smile crept its way across.. it felt different.. having been able to put to words what he had been feeling.. the weight he didn't even realise he had been bearing all just floated away.. releasing its hold upon his shoulders.. she'd opened his eyes to so many things.. but most of all.. she'd shown him.. what he was missing..-.. Please.. no apologies.. -he offered her a smile there.. his fingers brushed across her cheek there.. he leant in.. to lay claim upon her lips.. to draw her in for a soft almost delicate slow kiss.. just the two of them.. no interruptions.. no distractions.. no one to come bursting through the door.. just the sounds of the fire popping and crackling.. and that of themselves.. soft breaths.. murmurs.. little chuckles birthed from vulnerability and emotion.. he smiled against her lips.. -
.. Welcome home.. -he whispered..- it would seem.. we had a little bit of a helping hand.. and were back in Arvandor.. - a kiss to her right cheek.. and then her left.. -.. there's no one here.. just you and I.. no one to interupt.. no one to judge.. no one to cause us any problems.. -he slid her hair back over her shoulders.. his lips trailed along the curve of her jawline.. down the swanlike curves of her neck..before he would blow a soft breath upont he newly damp skin..lifting to look to her once more.. lingering upon those beautiful eyes of hers-..Thank you for being patient with me.. for putting up with me.. -he laughed a little.. utterly enamoured by her.. he turned a little.. reaching for the bottle of wine then.. deciding to leave the glasses as he offered it to her..-..Thank you for everything
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Post by BadInfluence on Jun 13, 2017 21:36:33 GMT 9.5
The woods where she had gone those trips to Arvandor weren’t too terribly far from the portal she used to come over in, and exploring had been absolutely nill for her when did come over, so she wouldn’t have been much help in knowing where they were. Not that she was much good to anyone right now, still deep asleep but less so from the dust, more so just from simply needing it. It was probably why she hadn’t reacted to the portal, or just about anything else going on, she was too far gone to really be able to do much more than exist. To be honest she needed it, a good deal, so the way he left her to rest was really the best thing he could do.
The resting form in the other room was something they were definitely mindful of, but neither Nautilous or Jacob were in a rust to stir her, they were a touch more focused on their own conversation. The Tryst played a little dirty admittedly, they were almost cutthroat in their tactics, but they had their motto. No love left behind. They did anything, and everything, that needed to be done to ensure Hanali’s lovers were given the chance to have their moment in the sun. They did everything from playful love notes to get couples to meet up and admit their feelings, down to an event like tonight, which was basically taking over an upscale restaurant and getting a certain Chief Bringing up the Rear to actually get a move on… Well, that and a kidnapping, but they were proficient. And very, very thorough, plus given the fact the pair in question was one half of the lead rangers son? Oh yeah, he was ALL over getting that one done up with a special kind of bow, the whole family had pitched in. Food, clothes, books and other items… And maybe a few things spiked here and there in case someone’s stubborn streak came back with a freaking vengeance… Jacob asked his questions and he answered them, blunt at times, even downright hammer to nail at others… But it was honest, true to the heart and from his own life experiences, and Jacob needed that a hell of a lot more than gentle placations and book quotes. He left those to his mother and father, well, the softer set of them… Fact was? Love was crazy, messy, and sometimes downright confusing. It was also the greatest thing anyone can ever feel. Hell he had loved Sydel from the moment her crazy ass tried to kill him. He had no idea how to handle her or take her, she was crazy and vicious and incredibly fun, like an addictive madness you want to keep dipping into. In the end? After a LONG time of both of them being stubborn and independent, they realized that there was no way either of them were going to get any measure of anything unless they got married, and it was the best decision he had ever made. Knowing Jacob had felt like his moment in the lime light had already come and gone, he tried to explain that it wasn’t the case, that his partner in choice was a bit too… Far away. Sune should have caught onto it to be fair, she was Hanali’s under goddess, and the one the humans looked towards for love and romance. Funny thing was, Sune looked for humans, and Rose was an elf pretending to be one which threw everyone off a bit. Hearing Jacob mention she had a twisted history it just made him grin. “Well shit your in luck then. You think either of your mothers has a vanilla scented back story? The fact she’s had a rough go of it means she’s that much stronger, and you need someone who can kick your ass into gear, no offence son but at times you do need a good shake to get your head back on right. [/i] Hence why I married your mom.” [/i][/b] The last bit was whispered and with a grin. Bells helped him ground himself, remember he was worth something, that he had more than a little good in him… Sy in turn showed him he was strong and fierce, could and would do anything to protect their family, and still had enough bloodlust in him to not bat an eye when things got horrible.
He was here for his son first and foremost, Jacob was and would always be, his firstborn in his mind. His son, his blood, the best parts of him. He came as close to in person as he could, not wanting to interrupt what was supposed to be like, well… A sort of reverse honeymoon for the budding couple so they could figure things out. On the other hand though he didn’t see it as a bad step in the right direction with Hanali. Those two… Yeesh… He and she had more than one conversation, she wanted him to work for her, he said ah yeah no. She said his wife already did, as well as his son, and he still tried to put the breaks on. So she got pissed because he wasn’t working with her so not it was like a constant bickering and keeping Bells busy or using Sydel for something and that made HIM grouchy and just… Bleh. He hoped this would pacify her a bit and leave his wifes at home for a while. “You’ve done one job a bit too long admittedly… You’re always helping people writing their own love stories and forgetting you got some blank pages of your own. Hopefully this is a kick in the can for you to pick up that pen and start filling those spaces, huh?” He said with a laugh. The question about the ranger though, oh yeah they had all placed a few wagers, and made some good money too. Bells had mentioned using it towards Jacobs wedding and of course that got both him and Dio to tell her to slow down and wait for the chicken to lay a damn egg before trying to count it. Still, it was cute and more than a little adorable, and secretly they were all hoping for the same thing… They just didn’t say it outright… Not yet. They were more so… Cautiously optimistic? After all he had leapt with Cora and that fucking poxy hag didn’t have a single supporter in the family… But they all rather liked Rose from the bits that they saw, although Sy would always have her race marked against her, but eh… Can’t win them all… At the very least she was seen a damn sight better than Cora ever had. “Oh son… If you think this is bad? Wait till you two are out of that bubble… At least now you have your own place so you won’t have any of us walking in on you like with that one girl… What was her name? Some sort of a flower thing…” By her meaning the girl he had lost his virginity to, that Garafin had bowled right in on while looking for Jacob to get some help around the Inn with, oh yeah that had been awkward on all sides… “Anyways, you know what I mean. Lucky for you Bells is going to pop any day now so she won’t be trying to peek in on you for a while. Enjoy it…” He said with a grin and tapping the side of his nose… No one else in the family peeked in on him as much as his mother did, but Bells was the one who worried about him the most, and often came to him to take a look, check up on him… After all he was the only one who could check up on Jacob privately, without him knowing, hence the um… Insider knowledge.
A few more truths were laid down but they were said with more than the best of intentions for him, trying to help him out of that emotional and mental fog by casting some bright lights, and so far… Seemed to be doing the trick. After all Hanali had hand picked Rose for him, not because she just wanted to see Jacob with someone, but because she wanted to see him with the RIGHT someone… After all, Hanali hadn’t given him a single sign of blessing with Cora, but with Rose? A personal visit and even the rose pin, which were incredibly personal AND rare? Man she was showing him big bright flashing neon signs at this point. Even so? He needed to accept the signs for one, and two, just let go… Control was something they all had issues with in their family, many of them seriously couldn’t survive without having some sort of facet of it, and Jacob got it just with the rest of them… Genetics and all that… But they were all, slowly, starting to relinquish some of it… Which in the end? Had honestly given them all a much better, more enjoyable life here in Arvandor, not something he could have said before. The concern about Rose and the gossip, the way they’d question her own mental value if their relationship came out in the open, which put a whole ton of added stressors on both parties… He could honestly understand that, it was why when he was in Alexandria getting trained as a youth, the staff never slept with each other. Muddied the waters a bit too much. “Well if this is a big deal, let’s work through it real fast, break it down into steps. So naturally public opinion is going to be a bitch, your rich and single, she’s penniless and an orphan… She’s going to be seen as using her body and your sympathy to shimmy up that social scale so they won’t cut her any slack… Her brains will be questioned more than once, and chances are if they think she’s with you for grades, they’ll do the same with anyone she teaches. You said she can go with your teacher, right? He offered to take her on and train her like he did you? Because we all know your one of the best doctors ever, and if she’s half as smart as you say she is, then isn’t her leaving the best opportunity for you all? Sure, it’s going to suck more than a whore with a drug addiction to feed, especially with how much you’ll miss her. You won’t be around her as much as you wanted to, but it’s more than nothing at all, and it also keeps you both from being up the creek.” It was going to suck for his son he knew but if this was something he was really worried about? Then the path left to them was the best one they had. Besides, from his own personal experience with Sy, that absence can fucking suck but? It makes the moments your together so much hotter, harder and just generally so damned intense it’s almost worth the distance… It definitely takes the edge off… And if he was recalling correctly, both these new babes about to come in, both from Bells and Sy… Were born from long absences on both sides… So really… There was the proof in the pudding right there. “The more you miss her because she’s not around, the more you’re going to realize how much she means to you, and all the things you value… Plus the catch up sex is so damned intense it’s half worth the absence… Nothing quite like it… But make up or angry sex comes pretty close…” Again, brutally honest, and perhaps a touch embarrassing for Jacob in a way bit it was the truth. As men, they had a bad habit of taking their partners for granted, a bit of absence reminds them pretty damn well of what they’re missing. It would just help him realize for himself, without any outside intervention, just how much he needed her. Missed her. And hopefully, if this went the way everyone was gunning for, loved her.
“Jacob… Your mom had to beat my ass more than a handful of times before I learned a few things with her. We’re men, it’s kind of our lot in life to be a little thick with our partners, embarrassing as it is it’s pretty much true to damn fact. Even mind readers would fuck up. Instead of wondering why, just be glad she has, because even with all the stuff that’s happened? She stuck by you and didn’t let you go. THAT is a good woman son.” Which, sadly, Jacob hadn’t had the pleasure of really being around romantically. Sure, Jacob had a few lovers, sweet girls but just passers of time with… Cora for some reason, somehow, had managed to freakishly make Jacob her slave just about, and was it any wonder that the poor kid had no idea what to do when a good honest woman loved him? He’d never had it before and given he thought Cora was the end all be all? Yeah… Wake up call, isle Jacob. He mentioned the carriage ride a bit, just more so in reference that Jacob had made his choice then and there, and everything else… Well it was just fluff and dander at this point, wasn’t it? Stubborn was part of it, the other was a natural caution, and the rest? Probably just the fact Jacob had been out of the game for three years played into it. Getting back on that bike was always a bitch the first few minutes… “Eh, we’re all stubborn in our family, sadly you got cursed with it too. I wouldn’t think of it as a bad thing Jacob, after all there’s always one of us to kick your ass into gear, usually who’s ever in reaching distance should the need arise.” He replied just as cheeky as Jacob had, grinning there and rolling his eyes at the bow, knowing it was in fun and it had him laughing. Again he was pretty sure Jacob was his biologically, like it was his sperm that Dio used in the act or something, because Jacob was definitely more his than anyone elses. “It’s what dads are for son, kicking ass and clearing up confusion, along with the birds and bees talk and good alcohol… Which reminds me, there’s a bottle of your green fairy favorite stashed in the house, a little reward for getting on the list. And yes, your mom Sy made that one, so you know it’s top notch.” He gave him a wink then because yeah, everyone in the family knew Absinthe was his sort of get out of jail alcohol, the one thing that really loosened him up and let him go a little wild. The question, or rather concern about Rose’s state of untouched-ness came up and yeah, he could understand it. After all he had been used as a virgin breaker for years, so he knew more than a few tricks to make the act itself just pure pleasure, but he wasn’t sure Jacob was ah… Ready for some of those… Plus it took some creams for the smaller girls, and given Jacobs own words had him grinning and strutting just a bit, because he himself was a well packing individual and he knew for a fact it was always appreciated. Still, lacking those creams for the event itself, his best bet was to go the old fashioned way… Have her screaming in orgasmic bliss and slip her the D. She’d enjoy the feeling of fullness so much at that point the pain of being torn was going to barely register, and if it did at all, she might even enjoy it. Of course, Jacob wouldn’t know that until he tried, but at that point? He’d be entirely on his own, none of them would dare take a peep out if they had to, they were all rooting for a roaring success. Luckily for him though, Bells had just come in from the outside towards the end, after all the questions and sensitive cock size matters had come and gone, and her beating him about was mostly because he hadn’t told her he was ringing in in the first place. He was chuckling there and nodding his head. “Any time son. I’m going to get this minxy bit of biting teeth some food in her so she stops teething on me, we’ll have everything set up for your visit, and I’ll try to keep Dio home that day so we can all get together. Now go and do what your there to do boy!” Another laugh before he turned around and picked up Bells, big belly and all, carrying her as she wriggled and swatted at him before the vision faded…
She had woken up a few minutes after the conversation had ended, partially because her dream was over and partially because it was just time, the dust had completely worn off and without a dream to keep her buried? Her body woke up naturally. The place was new, all of it from the air she breathed to the bed she had been on, but she took it in stride. What she struggled with was her last memory, everything that had happened that afternoon, the alcohol and food… The situation… The dance and the fight… It had all rolled into this insane need to just… End the wait for them both and she… God she felt like hell… Terrible… She had told him she would wiat, he had made his feeling so clear to her on more than one occasion, and yet in that carriage… If she hadn’t been stopped by the sudden breaking? She would have ruined it for them both… It was almost like she had tried to rape him! She had come out of the room and saw him sitting there, going to the kitchen area to get him some ice, remembering his hand… It had to be smarting… She came to settle beside him, setting the ice pack over his slightly swollen hand, the tears starting to fall… God she really… Truly… She felt so terrible… The first words of concern out of his were concern for her only made her feel worse, the tears coming a little faster, shaking her head gently. “I’m ok… I was just tired…” She said thickly, her throat was a little closed up but she spoke anyways, telling him she was so sorry… She had almost done a horrible thing… The soft touches of his fingers were so gentle on her skin, the way he pressed his lips to her forehead just broke her down, a soft little sob… She was shaking her head, wondering how he couldn’t seem to understand or something, given what he had said to her just last night… He wasn’t ready so why… Why was he apologizing to her? She came to sit in his lap regardless though, lifting her long red skirt to the side, burrowing in close for several moments before looking into his eyes… His words… He wasn’t wrong… He had sent her so many confusing signals she was lost at sea, one moment he said go, the next he was asking her why she had… Back and forth, hot and cold, and more than once heh ad her head spinning… She thought it was just because it was her first love, that this was maybe how it was for everyone, and did her best to navigate without a rudder or a sail… “It’s not exactly like I gave you a whole lot of warning… I mean… I didn’t expect to fall in love with you at all and when I did I just… Went with it… I just thought all the confusion was because I was doing something…” She said softly, though the bit about pulling the rug out from under him did earn him a watery smile from her, a soft little half laugh half cry. “And it wasn’t a rug, as I recall, you were sitting on the end of a table…” There it was… That bit of sass and humor… Cheeky… She took each caress with a soft sigh, the tears slowly stopping, tuning her head at times to kiss his palms… “Gee whiz you dorkasaurus… I love you, that’s why, are you developing sometimers? You’re a little young still…” Again, a bit more soft teasing, but he was doing wonders to soothe her down with those little touches, it was the perfect balm for her at the moment. He wasn’t wrong when he mentioned that neither of them expected what had happened, though for her she was pretty sure it was parr the first time she saw his dimples, and part when he had looked up at her and smiled when she was drying his hair off… It had been from then on she loved him, she was pretty sure of it, at least as much as she could be. Though love between a student and teacher was difficult a the best of times, and they weren’t exactly allowed to be open in it, especially not with his financial and social standing. It was going to be absolutely impossible and if they weren’t busy painting her with the tar brush they’d probably give him a few licks too, just for good measure…
She couldn’t help the sigh when their foreheads touched, she had the same thoughts he did, the same feelings… She didn’t want to go but it was the only way she could see no one being hurt, no newspapers rags or harpies gossiping, everyone would be better off… Kit would have a teacher, Ric would stop trying to cause drama, Jacob wouldn’t have to deal with her constant temptation, and she would be on an accelerated learning curve… “I Don’t Want To… I hate the idea of being apart from you for an hour, let alone weeks, months at a time… But it’s what I have to do… Kit needs a teacher and Ric is gunning for me, for us, and if I go he won’t have any ammo… I’ll be able to help out someone who you promised to look after too, Grace really needs someone right now, and all this… It’s just what everyone needs…” She whispered back softly, a gentle sigh, her arms coming up to rest on his shoulders… When he said he needed her though her heart lurched, threw itself against her breastbone, swelled up like it was stung by a hundred bees… Jesus she didn’t even dare breathe! The more he talked the worse her heart felt, swelling and swelling, it couldn’t beat… It felt so tight… Her soul split in half between desperate hope and utter fear… She couldn’t even make a peep, completely silent as he told her he loved her, that he had fallen for her… DIdn’t want her to go but wouldn’t stop her… Even though she was already in his lap she launched towards him, wrapping him in her arms tightly, hugging him for all she was worth. I love you too!” She exclaimed against his neck, holding him as tightly as she dared, a hug so sweet and perfect it could put all his broken pieces back together if he let it… “I promise I’ll work extra hard… I’ll finish as early as I can, I’ll write you all the time, send you little presents with each letter… I’ll come back to visit you in days off, or you can come here and we’ll sneak into a place just for us, we’ll find a million little hiding places… The world is out field for hide and seek… Then when I graduate…” She said, buit before she could get further he had moved in to kiss her, her cheeks flushing as her lids tumbled closed… Her heart racing as she moved her fingers through his hair gently, lovingly, melting into that kiss… SO soft… Tender and sweet… A dream… It was so perfect, not hidden or rushed, not fueled by anything other than love… As fragile and delicious as cotton candy… Just him and her, the sound of the fire, the wind outside… She gave up the sweetest little moan as it slowly ended, feeling him smile against her, her head floating… Hell all of her felt on cloud nine… Heaven… Even better than that… “I love you… So, so much Jacob, more than anything… Thank you… Thank you… For loving me back… For just… Just being you… For everything… It doesn’t matter where we go or what we do… I’ll always love you… For all of my tomorrows and beyond that…”
It was a perfect moment, curled into his lap as she was, their arms around each other… When he whispered welcome home she looked up, around her, and she figured as much… It was too perfect… But even this… Was beyond her normal Arvandor sighs, this place was stunning, beyond belief… It was like… Someone had picked the location just for her… She heard that there would be no one around, just he and she, no interruptions… No judgement… No problem causers… She moaned throatily as he began to kiss down her neck, her breath catching, fingers curling into his hair… “So we’re in heaven all around… Please tell me its more than a weekend… I don’t care how… Or who… I have to thank but… Right now… I could care less about the details… Just that its you and I… And no one else…” She shivered as he blew his breath across her skin, looking down at him with her eyes in a dreamy haze, that hazel shifting to a more golden hue… Maybe a little hungry still… Oh who was she kidding? He so much as whispered in her ear and she went up in flames… “Shhh… Hush… I love you, that means your entitled to my entire store of patience, affection, and everything else I am…” She said with a soft teasing smile. “Except for lemon and lavender cake… We might come to blows over that… Or we can just buy two of it every time… Either or…” Oh yes… She was teasing and making light of it, a soft kiss to his lips before he handed her the wine bottle, plying the cork out easily with a laugh. “Are you trying to get me drunk to have your way with me Jacob?” She would ask, taking a nice long drink of it, good God this could easily piss all over the wine at the restaurant… It was summer in a bottle! She let out a throaty moan of appreciation before handing him the bottle, licking her lips appreciatively, letting her hands wander along his skin.. “If you are you’re wasting your time… I want you to have your way with me perfectly sober, drunk just means I’ll probably end up leaving you some new love marks…” She cooed, nestling in against him, nuzzling his jacket open with her nose… Teasingly undoing his buttons, one by one, kissing every inch of open space that arose… “Mmm… Wait… Before my brain gets too muddled… You love me.. I love you… Does that mean…” She asked gently, pointing to herself, and back to him… “That… We’re going to… I mean… You said you weren’t ready but… I don’t… Know if that’s changed? Or?... And… Are we… Official or just…?” She asked, wondering because she had no idea just what was going on outside of the fact he loved her back… Which by the way, was the most amazing, incredible, wonderful, stupendous, thrilling, beautiful, special, out of this world, exquisite feeling EVER. But besides all that? Were they going to be lovers now? Was he ready? Loving her back didn’t exactly mean the other came with it… And since they both loved each other, did that make them exclusive, would he want only her? And if THAT was the case? Then would he want to be in a relationship with her, just one they kept private, something just for them until she graduated? Before too long though her brain sort of just… Slipped… Lagged behind… Those thoughts suddenly weren’t quite as important… “Oh…” She gasped softly, feeling something start to happen, something warm and fuzzy… Trickling down along her nerves like a chill but… Different… Sliding along her skin… Deeper… Pooling in her breasts until she gasped with pleasure, further down… In her core that made her blush hotly and shiver all at once… “Um…” She breathed, taking the bottle and looking it over, but she couldn’t see or smell anything… Wrong with it… It just tasted incredible… “Do… They um… Tamper with food or… Anything… Who ever helped us get here?...” She asked on a breathy moan, rolling her neck a bit as she tried to sort out what she was feeling, what the sensation was… She moaned again before she just threw caution to the wind… Taking another drink… Thick and long… Each time she did the feeling built up… Got stronger… made her writhe and moan in his lap as she moved in… Dragging the tip of her tongue over his skin, nibbling and nipping, her cheeks flushed… Her temperature spiking… Incredibly aroused and absolutely without a single damn filter… Going for his nipples to lick and suck at then, ti nibble the tips to make him moan and writhe, tugging his jacket off… “I think we’re wearing too many clothes…” She crooned against his skin, moving up his neck to latch on there, to give him her very first love bite… A sweet hot hickie in a very obvious spot on his neck…
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Post by Deleted on Jun 15, 2017 11:09:08 GMT 9.5
-he had sunk down.. settling there before the open fire place.. the flames licked the thin newly cut wood.. the sounds of popping and faint crackling filled the otherwise silent room.. the cabin was peaceful.. incredibly so.. there was none of the usual noise he had gotten so very used to.. living in the Manor meant he heard it all.. though he mostly drowned it out when he could.. but here.. he had the chance to hear his own thoughts.. to actually listen to his head.. it was a little disconcerting.. at least at first.. she remained resting for quite some time.. longer than he would have wanted.. he was suitably worried.. more than a little concerned.. and had of she not appeared soon there after he would have gone back in for her..
but there she was.. snapping his attention back to the realms of reality with her little pack of ice there for his palm.. he flinched a little when he felt the chill.. but it was incredibly good and no doubt needed.. it would be sore in the morning he was sure.. he was thankful and let her know it.. though her tears were concerning him.. he wondered just what was wrong.. tilting his head when she said she was just tired.. he reached to caress her cheeks.. to wipe away some of those newly spent tears.. pressing his lips to her forehead before guiding her to sit there upon his lap.. drawing her in close.. she'd have the heat of the fire at her back.. though they weren't too terribly close.. he laid it all out on the line then.. he spoke from his heart and his head..
he offered his own apologies for how he must have confused her.. for his array of mixed signals.. and in retrospect he had given her more than her fair share.. drawing her in with one hand.. pushing her away with the other.. he shook his head when she said she thought the confusion was all because of something she had done.. he cradled her cheeks-.. no.. not at all.. you haven't done anything wrong.. you've been incredibly patient with me.. more so than I deserve.. I will be forever thankful for it.. -he couldn't help the laugh that sounded when she brought up the fact that it wasn't a rug that was torn out from under him bit rather a table that he was perched upon..-.. yes you are right.. incredibly cheeky.. -he shook his head a little and smiled.. those dimples flashing there just for a moment.. he spoke on their relationship just a little.. how the dynamic of teacher and student did make things a little hard.. before he leant in to press his forehead to hers.. and he confessed he didn't want her to go.. but he knew it was for the best.. how he wasn't sure he'd be able to handle being apart from her.. that he needed her..
and then.. through a shaken breath.. a profession of love for her.. that he had fallen for her.. hook line and sinker.. he felt that sudden rush of cold.. that chill that ran the length of his spine.. his heart ached and swelled.. raced and throbbed as he looked up to her there.. the silence from her made him swallow a little.. had he left it just that little bit too late?.. before she literally launched herself toward him.. wrapping her arms around him as he lost his balance.. the couch a little ways back from him.. he toppled down onto the cushioned mat there.. pulling her with him as he laughed.. his arms rose to wrap around her.. tightly.. holding her there as he pressed his lips to the side of her neck.. hearing her words.. her exclamation of love returned.. her excitement.. the sheer happiness in her voice.. oh it made his heart just about burst.. he released his hold upon her.. planting his elbows down upon the floor as he moved them both into a semi seated semi reclined position.. listening to her promises to work extra hard.. to finish as early as she could.. to write him all the time.. with gifts and visits.. she was like a kid in a candy store.. talking a million miles a minute..
before he cut her off.. claiming those precious lips of hers.. his hand rose.. to cradle her cheek as he drew her into something sweeter..softer and more romantic than they had experienced up until now.. this was all so incredibly new to him.. Cora and him.. not like this at all.. he felt lost.. and yet found all at the same time.. a feeling that he couldn't get a full grasp on.. it worried him but yet he also felt so incredibly safe.. like all his vulnerabilities were on display.. his heart was open to her.. she could have crushed him with one easy quick final blow.. and yet he knew she wouldn't...the kiss drew to a close.. though he remained close.. tasting of her sweet breath..the corners of his lips curled into a smile as she continued to ramble on a little.. it was incredibly cute.. -.. Le melin my Rose-he'd whisper softly in their own tongue.. his hands rising.. to brush her hair back away from her face.. to glide it behind her sharpened ears-.. I love you.. my Rose.. -he'd counter it in case she didn't pick up on it.. another quick little kiss.. just light as his hands came down to rest there about her hips.. her waist.. he welcomed her home.. explaining just where they were..trailing a few kisses down along her jawline.. her neck.. his own breath catching a little when she gripped his hair in response.. he laughed a little when she asked for how long-.. mm.. I do believe we are here for two weeks.. as for who we have to thank..
-he rubbed his lips together.. moving to sit a little further upright.. to be able to look to her properly..before he would reach up.. to remove the little golden rose from her hair.. taking her hand.. letting it come to rest upon it-.. there's your answer.. that and an almost military like operation by the Tryst to make sure we got here.. -his brows furrowed a little as he chuckled-.. remember how I told you and.. well.. showd you that.. people in my line of work.. and the likes of my Father.. sometimes just make sure the stars are aligned.. to give those in need a helping hand?.. -he was referring to the couple in the restaurant.. reaching for the bottle of wine there as he removed the cork and he handed it to her.. -.. well.. it would appear my name.. appeared on the list maybe a few days prior.. I cant be certain when.. -he would wait until she took a drink there.. before he himself would do the same.. surprised at just how good it was.. addictive even.. -.. and yours.. together.. the whole night was orchestrated.. for the most part.. the incredibly frustrating interruptions.. the music.. the dance floor.. the couples.. even the gentleman.. that I thought was Dr Rincavornon.. before we ended up here.. -he tilted his head.. reaching to brush the back of his hand down her cheek there.. -.. and in as much as my hand hurts like hell.. and I'm more than a little embarrassed to know that my parents held a hand in this.. I honestly.. -his gaze.. those green and blues lifted to look to her.. to linger upon her own as he smiled-.. couldn't be happier..
-he brushed his thumb along her plump lower lip.. barely touching.. before he moved to grip her chin.. drawing her to him as he kissed her once more.. just wanting more.. and more of it.. just a new inability to stop the need to taste her.. to touch her.. -.. we were meant to meet.. a long time ago.. -he'd whisper softly between kisses-.. but it just never happened..I think thats what made it so full on.. the opportunity was there.. and the tryst werent going to let it fade..-he tilted his head and laughed when she asked if he was going to get her drunk and have his way with her.. he held his hands up in defeat-.. Darn.. -he exhaled-.. you caught me.. -he shot her a playful wink there.. chuckling as he too another drink from that wine also.. though watching her drink more.. and then a bit more.. she was eager indeed.. before she leant in and started teasing him.. he couldn't help but shift a little beneath her.. his toes curling in his boots as he cleared his throat.. her lips were white hot against his skin.. kisses and nuzzles as she moved to fumble with the buttons of his shirt..
before she stopped and he watched the way her brain worked through the fog of the wine and the romance.. he couldn't help the amused smile.. those dimples appearing once more.. he nodded when she said.. he loved her-.. I do yes.. -watching her point back at herself.. before the light bulb moment there..he rubbed his lips together.... his hands came back down to rest there upon her bare outer thighs-.. Well.. Only if you are ready Rose.. -he would answer to wether or not they were going to take that final leap.. to take that jump she had been gunning for.. for quite a few days now.. the one he wasn't ready for.. he knew.. that it was a big deal for a virgin to take that first step.. so he wasn't going to unless she was ready.. sure.. she could have been practically frothing for it up until now.. didn't mean when push came to shove that she might pull back.. and he was more than prepared for that eventuality.. she asked if they were official..he rubbed his hands along her thighs then.. just up and down.. feeling the softness of her warmed skin-.. there's so very many rituals that can take place before an elf.. courts another..especially another elf.. and permissions that are usually asked and granted.. -he looked to her.. watching her..wondering just where her mind was going.. -.. there's one that I feel.. we had in play.. in sorts.. the flower of desire.. whilst.. you may not have been an actively knowing participant.. I wonder.. if perhaps.. your heritage.. your background.. your race.. knew..and guided your hand.. -his arms lifted.. his fingers came to rest over hers as he placed them before them both.. between them.. fingers intertwined.. before he would brush his lips to the back of each palm-...I placed three flowers in your room..before we came here.. three tiny little forget-me-nots.. that was my first action.. my proclamation.. my promise to you.. that...I desired to court you.. You then placed a white bloom on my windowcill.. do you remember?..-he tilted his head with a smile-.. I noticed it.. it was one of the first things I saw.. that to me.. and to our race.. -he motioned between them-.. was a response.. in the positive.. it's why I asked you out to dinner.. on the date with me.
.-he released her hands there.. reaching to cradle her cheek.. his thumbs brushing across her jawline-...Yes.. if you will accept.. I would love nothing more.. than to court you Rose.. to make it official.. though it wont be all smooth sailing.. back on the surface.. at least for a little while.. and if you can wait.. until you graduate to make it public there.. that would be wonderful.. if you can't.. well.. its a storm we will have to weather.. together.. -he leant in.. his lips pressed to her forehead..-.. I want to be with you.. need to be with you.. for always.. -whispered to her skin there.. before he would sink back.. watching as she too yet another drink.. he couldn't help the amused smile.. a quiet chuckle following.. he himself took another drink.. the bottle seemingly not running out though.. peculiar indeed.. the warmth was growing.. he was feeling the sparks of desire.. the throbbing of the heart.. the fog slowly rolling in the head.. the fact he couldn't get quite comfortable beneath her there..
that dress though.. didn't help.. he found himself gliding his hands up along her sides.. the dip of her little waistline.. she asked if they could have spiked the wine.. he nodded his head-.. mmhmm.. -though his responses were a little..vague-.. it's not uncommon to.. spike the first drink.. to lower inhibitions.. -he would suddenly dive forward.. his lips colliding with her decolletage.. his breath was hot and heavy against her flesh as he planted kisses down between that supple firm valley of her breasts.. he felt her writhing.. her shifting upon his lap.. that wasn't helping at all.. she managed to tear into his shirt then.. the buttons coming free as she pushed him back so she could latch those slick wet lips of hers onto his nipples.. he stiffened.. lifting her up a little as his slacks became all the more tighter for of it.. his right hand to rest against the back of her head as he groaned.. a shakey breath sounding when she released.. he would reach back to help her remove his jacket.. peeling his shirt off a moment later.. leaving him topless.. she crooned at him then about them both wearing too many clothes..-.. mm.. no i think thats just you beautiful.. -he'd just about hiss right into her ear there..
reaching for that red gown there..pooling it between his fingers as he began to work it up her parted thighs.. noticing she had Nothing underneath it .. his brows furrowed when he first caught sight of that sweet little apex.. now pressed firmly against his lap.. he swallowed-.. Oh Wow.. -he forced out a breath..raising that dress higher-.. spotting the underswell of her breasts..-.. arms up for me.. -he'd whisper.. before he'd pull the rest of that fabric free of her.. leaving her bare for him.. completely and utterly so..she'd have the fire at her back.. -.. Fuck.. -he whined-.. you are incredibly beautiful.. -he looked at her.. in awe of her.. as he dove in.. to claim her lips.. his hands sliding down to palm her ass as he pulled her little body in tightly against his.. the kiss this time though.. not quite so soft.. not quite so sweet.. it held more of a hunger there .. his fingers curling in against her ass.. griping tighter.. before he broke away-.. stand up.. -he whispered.. looking to her there.. he'd help her if she needed it.. though if she went to move away he'd stop her.. his hands coming down to rest against the back of her knees.. with her thighs parted.. he looked up to her.. his hands rose.. sliding up the backs of her thighs.. drawing her in closer.. till his chin was pressed to her inner thigh.. he dragged the tip of his tongue along that creamy white flesh.. blowing his heated breath to cool it.. all the while his eyes remained upon her..
he would without warning lock his lips onto that sweet little pussy of hers.. his tongue tip parting those lips to glide one long line.. before he'd pause.. his hands would slide back down to rest against the back of her knees and he'd shift.. forcing her knees to bend as he applied his weight.. she'd lose her balance easily but he had his hold upon her.. tight and hard.. she was completely safe.. and before she knew it he was on his back and she was resting that sweet slick slit of hers upon his face.. his arms looped around her legs.. her thighs to keep her in place as he made a meal of her.. his tongue circled.. it dipped and swirled.. his facial hair gave that delicious light scratching.. and his words.. his groans.. his breathy whimpers added just enough vibration to make her squirm-.. show me.. what you like Rose.. -he'd whisper.. his lips wet against her thigh-.. i want to see you moving.. I want you to grind.. to rock.. Im not moving until Ive had my fill
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Post by BadInfluence on Jun 16, 2017 4:11:58 GMT 9.5
The tears were hard to avoid, honestly she felt as if in that carriage, she had been no better Rincavornon. She had tried to take from him what he had stated he wasn’t ready to give, and if that wasn’t as close to rape and being a beastly person, then what did? She had been careless and cruel, letting her body demand things of her, putting her mind in the back because it was simply too… Complicated. His concern when she came out there, ice pack pressed lightly over his hand, oh it tore her deeply… She had felt so terribly at first, but seeing him so warm and kind towards her, that made her hurt even worse… Not that he meant it, she knew that, he wasn’t the sort to ever intentionally-… Alright… Not emotionally… hurt someone… She couldn’t say she thought he wouldn’t hurt someone, she had seen him beat the tar out of two people so far, both a fair big larger and stronger than him… Admittedly, a part of her that was still very female, very primal… Found that incredibly delicious… But that was neither here nor there… She settled into his lap, warm and safe there, the fire gentle at her back while the room slowly began to darken as the day passed her mantle of command to the night.
The apology from him at the first had confused her, she honestly was so new in love, in anything of a partnership or romantic nature that in her mind? She had been the one making a mistake somewhere, and if not that, then this was simply part and parcel of being in love. Hearing that it wasn’t came as a little bit of a shock, for she honestly believed that this was just how it was meant to be, and when she figured it out… It would all sort of hit a stride… She was working on stilling her tears, the kiss to her forehead, his soft words and being there in his lap… They were all wonderfully soothing, and did wonders to help ebb the tide of her drops of sadness, and with the gentle touch of his fingers along her cheeks as he gathered them up did the rest. “Why do you say that?... More than you deserve?” She would ask softly, looking down to him there, reaching up to caress the space just behind his ear… Tucking a bit of stray hair back… “You say things like that so often… Like you don’t find yourself worth the small, good things in life, and I don’t understand it… But if there is one thing I can change… Small to you as it might seem… I am going to get you to stop seeing it like that… If anyone, anywhere, is deserving of any of this? It’s you, you more than anyone, and someday you’ll see that.” She meant it too, he was always seeming like he was unworthy of so many things, and to her? He deserved them more than anyone else. Who had suffered in silence? Carried a burden that wasn’t his to tote and did it in silence and in dignity? Who had felt the vicious, horrible bite of betrayal by someone he loved, and still held them close despite it? He had shown he was a saint, a messiah among so many sinners and rabble, so if he didn’t deserve everything she had to give him… No one did.
They were, the two of them, revealing hidden chapters of their books to each other… Small secrets, big ones, things that were like the beach but far less painful… These were sweet… Like the nectar of a flower in the summer, a soft warmth and gentle saccharine memory, like a fluffy cotton towel warmed by the sun… He mentioned she came in and took the rug from under him, reminding him in that moment that no, it was actually a table… She remembered it very clearly because it had been right there, sitting on the corner of it, that she had first seem his dimples… These hidden little gems that came out when he was really feeling a moment, happy or hilarious, and that had been the first arrow he shot at her heart… And by God, did it ever, ever hit it’s mark… She couldn’t help being a little sassy too, it was a part of who she was, that dry humor and cheeky turn of phrase… Hearing him laugh was so beautifully rewarding too, that smile there, the way he was shaking his head when he called her on it… Her own smile came out then and she gave him a wink, completely and totally unapologetic about it, not even trying to fake it. “Always… Comes part and parcel with the rest of me. Besides… It’s not like you don’t love it… I see your dimples flashing more often than not when you catch me out at it.” Which was true, for some reason he found her funny, witty and more than a little humorous. Because of that she saw his dimples flash and that was more than enough to encourage her to be herself more and more, that sassy humor and dry wit, sharp tongue and turn of phrase that were part of her.. .
The moment when he confessed his feelings about her leaving to Narious made her heart swell and twist, not in a bad way by in a very, very sweet one… She wanted him to miss her, to want her close to his side, for the idea of her absence to be a sharp prick… Why? Because she felt exactly the same way, and the idea of being apart from him had nearly killed her, but at the moment? What other choice did they have? It was painful but it was the smartest one, she-… They… Would have to wade through a few prickly briars to come out in the garden of even at the end, and if anyone could do it, they would… But it didn’t make the situation any easier, or pleasant, for either of them. The only true upside besides the general drastic fall of drama that had suddenly started to crop up around them like a bad rash, was the fact that she would be done as quickly as her mind could carry her, there was no limit to how fast she could complete her internship in a hospital as big and busy as theirs… Plus, there was the added benefit to Kit and Grace. Kit would have a teacher and be able to shine all on her own, to sink or swim as she wished, and Grace would have a mother figure to help her through the loss of her own. Perhaps that made it a little easier to bear… They both know that while this would be incredibly bitter and hard for them to endure? Others would benefit from it in large amounts, and neither of them were so greedy or cruel as to put others on the back burner in pursuit of their own happiness, it wasn’t who they were. She told him she didn’t want to go, she honestly didn’t, but their options were… Limited… And again they both knew the ups and downs of both sides…
He really threw her a moment later though when he said he loved her… That was something she wasn’t sure she would ever hear from him, she had semi-resigned herself to the thought that at best, he might hold her in high affection… But love? She was truly afraid that was something he could never give her, something that had gone up in flames, utterly destroyed by Cora when she broke his heart and his soul all in one fell swoop. Was it any wonder in the moment she was silent, in a bit of shock, a tough of awe… He loved her… Not just liked her… Not just admired her… He Loved her. With that capital L. The four letter word that makes the world go round and makes all of it worth it. Her heart burst a good hundred times she was sure, it had to have for how large it had gotten, the way it beat against her chest as it grew far too large to even be housed in her own body… It thumped and bumped and jumped, it flew and soared and spiraled up into a rose tinted heaven full of golden clouds and glorious sunshine, it went up in a shower of sparks and flames so brilliant she could kindle a thousand suns… All for him… She launched herself at him, seating in his lap or not she packed a good touch of adoring force behind it, sending them both back a bit as she held him tightly. She squeezed him lovingly, like she could help put all his broken pieces back together in that moment, refusing to let him go for a few seconds at least! The way he held her back was a dream come true, his laughter making it all that much more nectarous, perfection… She told him she loved him back and oh, by all the gods, both mortal and elvish, did she ever love him. She promised she would finish early, she’d work harder than she ever had before, she’d write him every day and send gifts… She’d visit him as often as she could and of course if that wasn’t often enough he could always come and visit her, but they would always, always find a way to stay in touch. Of course she was giddy, excited, her whole body felt like she was a hummigbirds wing. He shifted them around a little, she was still close to him, but more so laying atop him now. She was suddenly cut off when he kissed her and oh yes, her head just about floated right off, it was the most marvelous feeling… They had hot and passionate, romantic and charged, but never something so… Delicate… It was exquisite, tender and ethereal… Almost fragile, completely recherche, wrapping her up in a fine gossamer thread of pure true love… Graceful in its entirety and so beautifully gentle, delightfully perfect and as tangible as the soul… It was a moment that she never wanted to lose, a feeling that she wished could last for ever, and in a way… It did… That kiss went beyond the meeting of their lips and down into her muscles and bones, into her marrow, down right to her soul where it left its glow… Like him she felt a whole maelstrom of different things, beautiful and scary, but she wanted them all. She knew he could take it back… Say he didn’t love her, it was a heat of the moment thing, that he could easily set her aside… It was a risk, loving someone, but with him?... She never for a moment felt he would hurt her… If he said he loved her? It was because he meant it, in every single sense of the word, in every way a heart could feel it… To her? It was the most precious, priceless, and perfect thing in the world and she would never, ever let it go.
When that kiss drew to a slow, ideal, perfect ending it was like a dream… Her head was floating off in the clouds, her eyes were dreamy and soft as they looked at him, gently running her nose along his… When he spoke in elvish though it was the first time she heard her own tongue, her ears flicking, attuned to it for some reason… She sighed softly, fingers slowly running along the sides of his neck in a massaging caress, her eyes dipping closed… “I’ve never heard elvish before… It’s beautiful… Can you say it again?... Just once more…” She breathed on a whisper, another soft little kiss of his, curling into him a touch more… “Le Melin, my Jacob…” She said back, using his words as a way to properly use the word, the proper pronunciation and the like… He was better than any fairy tale prince charming, he was something else entirely, something too good to put on a page or talk about in a story… His kisses down her neck were like honeyed alcohol, running smooth as silk over her senses, getting her drunk… Soft little sighs and moans as he welcomed her home, and she honestly didn’t care where they were in a lot of ways, what she cared about was that they were together… Her head tilting to the side to give him ass the access he could want, her fingers curling into his hair, her heart skittering about in a new and yet familiar way… Right now she wanted to know how long they had together, alone in this perfect little haven, a chance to just be Rose and Jacob… When he said two weeks she couldn’t hold back the moan as she gripped his hair just a little tighter… “So… How many times can we…. In two weeks?... Fourteen?... Twenty four?... Forty eight?...” Oh yes, she was trying to sort out how many times they might be able to make love in those two weeks, after all she herself? Was unsure of Jacob’s actually… Well… It was one thing with foreplay which is exactly as far as they had gotten but… Would it still hold in sex? Or was that something a lot more… Intense? Would he do more? Less?... Would it hurt him to try more than once a day?... Questions she wasn’t ready to voice just yet but were still on her mind. Instead she wondered who they had to thank for these two weeks of heaven someone had gifted them with exactly when they needed it most… When he gently pulled the pin from her hair, mentioning that his father and his team, the Tryst, all had a part in this… “I do recall that young man at the restaurant who was going to swallow his tongue before you helped… And given that information then, I suppose you and I, our stars aligned?... Our names in this book?... I have to say their timing is… Impeccable…” After all, they had managed it on the very night she had chosen to throw herself on the pyre for the sake of all of them, and if not for this… Would Jacob have ever realized his feelings? Or would he have put them in a box far back on the shelf with her gone? Would what ever was growing between them be snuffed out and torn up by the roots? This here gave them a chance to firmly plant their roots, to build a garden they could share, a place where only they existed and the world faded away… She took the offered bottle of wine and drank it straight from the neck, and she found out as soon as it touched her tongue that it was easily the most delicious thing she had ever tasted, knowing full well she could gladly get ridiculously drunk on it and relish every moment of it… Even the hang over! She licked her lips appreciatively before handing him back the bottle, laughing softly when he mentioned how frustrating that night have been in so many ways, her lips curling in a bright smile. “You’re not alone, I thought if I had to get handed off to one more person I was going to intentionally start mashing on toes until they left me alone… Though there was no way it could have been Dr. Dipstick…” She said, leaning in as if to whisper a secret against his ear, her fingers by the side of her mouth as if to keep people from reading her lips. “He smelled too good to be that big ape for one, and two, he had more than a five letter per word vocabulary… Besides, he took that punch a lot better than Rincavornon ever could have, that man is like a dog tree… All bark, no bite, and soft as putty for all his muscles.” She sat back a little with a wink and a smile, reaching for that ice pack one more time, pressing it over his hand for as long as they could… Honestly… She wanted to take care of him but on the other hand there were some FAR more insistent needs going on in her head… Loudly at that. “You know… I felt rather bad in a way when I saw that guy go ass over end when you punched him… Not because he had been hit so badly but because watching you come to defend me like that… It was… Well… Really… Really arousing… I think it’s why I was so… Um… Eager?... In the carriage… It was all so… Deliciously primal…” She said with a husky laugh, admitting that even if it wasn’t exactly the most ‘gentlemanly’ behavior to send someone flying into some tables, it was hot. Really. Really. REALLY Fucking Hot. “I’m so happy too Jacob… Not that your hand hurts but… Everything else…” Another warm laugh as she smiled down at him in return, their eyes locked, drowning in each others gaze…
They shared another kiss, this one far more intense, the way he ran him thumb over her lip first… He had her shivering and more than a little aroused already, but these hot little teases, they were only adding fuel to the fire… She returned them with as much need and adore, nipping and nibbling his lip, catching his tongue to softly suckle at it before releasing… Her breath catching… Sweet hot little puffs and pants… “I was only ever meant for you… All my life I’ve seen people come and go, but the world never mattered to me, or the people in it… Then you came and suddenly I saw you with such clarity and focus… I knew it the moment I saw your dimples…” She breathed, writhing a touch in his lap, returning each kiss and wanting more… Needing more… “I loved you that moment… Even though I didn’t even know what love was, I knew I had to be near you, you were… Are… Vital to my existence…” Good God that wine packed a punch but it was so incredibly good, taking another drink from the wine bottle he offered her, unable to resist the tease… Asking if he was trying to get her drunk to have his way with her… The reply had her laughing as she wriggled a bit more in his lap, this time intentionally, knowing he could feel the full perfect swells of her ass against his lap when she did so. “ Silly Jacob… You can have your way with me any time you want…” She crooned in his ear before he passed her the bottle again, and something in it was incredibly addictive, kept drawing her back to it… Her heard getting deliciously fogged but not so much as to make her feel stupid or sloppy, just… Incredibly relaxed, no filters or inhibitions, just pure… Enjoyment… Along with something else… Something that was making her a little… Hotter than normal… Leaning in to tease him… Tempt him… Undoing his shirt buttons bit by bit… Kissing down his exposed skin… Feeling him adjust a bit under her… The way his legs tensed… God he was delicious… Even so though she managed, somewhere in the back of her mind, to overcome that luscious fog to ask a few important questions, things that were rather vital in the moment… Such as… What did their professed love for each other mean? Were they going to be together now? Was he going to accept this final step and become her lover? She flushed hotly when he said only if she was ready, reaching up to press her fingers softly under his chin, making sure he was looking at her… Dead into her eyes… “I was ready that time you touched my shoulder on the landing when you gave me my first kiss… This is a gift I can’t take back after I’ve given it… It’s a part of me that will be changed forever, that will never be the same, and there is no one… Not A Single Person Alive Or To Be Born… That I want to give this to… Other than You. Only. You.” She said with all the conviction she had in her heart, her soul and her mind, and it was the truth closer than any God could ever utter. She took his hands on her hips and slowly guided them along her skin, the shiver of her body and the way her skin prickled deliciously under his touch, the way her nipples rouched up into beautiful little peaks… “This body will only know your touch… Every inch of my skin belongs to your fingers and lips, every secret on my flesh is there for you to read, and you only… No one… Ever… Will I let touch me… I am yours, my Jacob… In entirety.” The second question though was if they were going to be official, as in in a relationship or would they remain as lovers and only lovers, if it would be too… Complicated… Too fast?... To move into something more… Concrete. He explained something to her then, that things between elves were so much more complicated than with humans, that courtship was more evolved… And it actually sounded better for it to be honest… It meant that whatever did come out? Was because both parties were invested in it. “The forget-me-nots…” Oh yes, she knew the flowers VERY well, she had two of them back at the manse, preserved in a vase for all time… The third was actually with her things, she was drying it out to make it into a brooch that she could wear as a sort of pendant, a necklace always over her heart… “I gave you a gardenia… It means secret love and pride… I am so proud of you and all that you are… I wanted you to know that… Especially after such a special night we shared…” She said lovingly, feeling his fingers up and down her thighs, the way he was caressing her was almost driving her mad… Between sweet and warm and erotic she was torn between sinking down to snuggle in with him or to bite at him and demand satisfaction… The kisses to her hands did not go unknown or unnoticed, she returned the soft warm gesture with soft kisses to each of his fingers, her lips curling in response when he asked her to dinner, remembering that sweet hot kiss at the tea shop… “If I had known it was that easy to get you to ask me out on a date… I would have given you a greenhouse full of flowers… Then again the kiss in the tea house was incredible…” She teased, loving and warm, sweet and a little cheeky…
Were they official though? His words? Yes… They were… Official and mutually exclusive… Her lips curled in a smile, a soft laugh against his thumb as she moved her head to kiss it, reaching up to cradle the back of his hand against her cheek… “I do… I want to be yours, for you to be mine, for all of tomorrows plus a day... If you want… I think it’s best to just tell your family… Dr. Faleon, Kit and Dr. Barathon… They would be happy for us but they might not understand it… They don’t feel as we feel… They don’t understand that we’ve been looking for each other… Probably our whole lives and it’s why we are… Where we are now… Your family will though… And I know it would bring them a lot of peace and joy to know their son has found his own happiness…” She moved in and kissed his forehead softly, knowing that right now, telling his family would be the best thing… Even if it personally? Would probably scare the ever loving shit out of her. She would have to meet four parents and an uncle, not to mention siblings, and ALL of them would put her on a scale and see if she weighed up to class or not… And God knew how in the hell THAT would go! Even so? This wasn’t about her, or him, it was about THEM. A unit… Two separate people learning to love and exist as a whole, two pieces of a set, and that was a hell of a lot more important than a bit of… Discomfort… If his family didn’t think she passed muster? Well then she just had to find a way to get better until she did. “We will be together, always my Jacob, even while we’re apart… My heart is always with you, and I’ll finish this course in record time, I’ll make history and at the end of it… You and I… We’ll make it official and the world can sort out the rest…” A gentle kiss to his lips as she spoke, her fingers curling in just a little tighter of his, her lips curling in a bit of a naughty smile… “Besides… I think it might be a little amusing watching the girls in Narius go off their head when ever you come to visit… Maybe feel a little story to the paper that your in town because your sweet on a girl… Watch them all go absolutely bananas… We can take wagers, you and I, and see who ends up thinking it’s them? After all, you did offer to help take care of me, and since I’m not the type to be a freeloader… Well I can earn your gold from you by winning bets… And if, for what ever reason I lose, which I Doubt-“ She said teasingly with a warm little laugh. “I can always pay you in different currency… Like… Hmmm… Another nice long session of oral sex?... Maybe a massage like the one you gave me?...” Oh the teasing, the promises there, all sorts of decadent options… It was funny, this back and forth in a way, going between sweet loving tenderness with him one moment… The next white hot and needing to do something decadent and deviant…
Which, after another drink of that truly addictive and never ending wine they shared, it made her think that perhaps… Someone had tampered with it… Which for her was odd because normally she could taste it in the food or drink, but this, this was just delicious… No taste or smell to give any of it away… Just this really incredibly addictive wine that was summer in a bottle that gave her a delicious fog in her head and that heat that trickled through her… Felt… Incredible and outrageously arousing… She had asked if it was perhaps custom to spike their drinks or food and his reply had her laughing and shaking her head a touch… “They obviously hadn’t been watching or they would know we had none… Well…Mostly…” She breathed before he moved in and kissed the upper valley of her exposed neck line, making her gasp and moan softly, letting her head dip back as he moved down.. “Fuuuuuuuuuuck-“ She breathed, writhing against him, knowing… If he were naked? She would have already taken him inside her and been riding him until they both exploded in a shower of sparks… Virgin or not. She gave up on even trying to salvage the shirt and just ripped it up then, it was in the way of what she wanted, and she was going to get to his skin at any cost… Which happened to be several buttons… She pushed him back against the soft fur rug that lay before the fireplace, the area piled up with them making a soft, decadent little pad beneath them… She moved down his chest in white hot little licks and nibbles, moving up to his nipples to latch on, capturing the bead of flesh there and flicking it with her tongue… The way he stiffened beneath her, his cock getting even harder beneath her, his hand coming to burry in her hair… As if she needed more encouragement? She suckled him as he had done her before, swirling her tongue over the flat disk there, her nails finding his skin… Soft caresses… Just sharp enough to make him pay attention but not enough to mark… Yet… She took mercy on him some minutes later, the two of them working together to get his shirt and jacket off, leaving him in just his slacks and boots… She crooned against his skin that they were both wearing too much, his tease, the hiss against her ear… She jerked and spasmed atop him, painfully aroused by his words and tone, her whole body tight… “Are you sure?... Because I’m really very… Very… Very interested in what’s inside your slacks… And unless I was sitting on the worlds biggest cucumber… I’m rather sure you are too…” She moaned, even as she listened to his words, the way he was touching her… Oh yes, there wasn’t a shred under it, anything worn would have shown under the fabric and she wasn’t about to ruin the image with a panty line… She caught where his eyes were locked at and she stroked herself down against his slacks, her slick little netherlips parting over his throbbing slack clad cock, giving him a beautiful show of that shell pink interior… “Mmm I hope you never get used to unwrapping your present… It’s all yours…” She breathed on a moan as she lifted her arms, the dress sliding off easily, pooling in a crimson puddle where ever he set it… She was obviously aroused, her breasts were sweetly swollen and the nipples that decadent shade of pink that begged to be nibbled and sickled on, her slick slit aroused and wet… Her breath was catching, her skin was luminous, and everything about her just begged for it… To be taken by him… Wholly and completely devoured… Used for his every want and need… A feast to sate his sexual appetite on… “So are You… One day you have to let me explore you… You’re the most glorious thing I have ever seen…” She whispered down to him as his eyes roved over her body as if she was the most desirable thing he had ever laid his sights on…
When he pulled her in for that kiss, his hand upon her ass, digging in hard… Jesus he had to have been built for her, and she for him, there was no way he could know just how much that turned her on… She threw into that kiss full and hot, taking everything he had to give and offering all she was up to him in return, starving for him and everything he was… She moaned throatily into that kiss, raking her nails down his bare ribs before coming back to curl over his hand and grip it there over her ass, showing him without words that that? Oh yes… That did it for her… Lifting his other hand to place it there on her other cheek, grinding down hard and perfect against his cock, dampening those slacks, heating his cock with her need… When he broke that kiss she growled at him, nipping at his chin and jaw, a touch displeased at her delicious pastime being interrupted… “Please… Love me already… I’m on fire…” She begged, frustrated and ridiculously aroused, every part of her was burning up… When he told her to stand up she figured he was just going to take her in one of the… Plethora of positions in that book and she did as told, expecting to feel him come up behind her, her lids dropping on a sweet throaty moan… What happened next wasn’t his cock ripping her virginity to shreds, but rather the hot lash of his tongue against her thigh, making her legs quake and a sudden gasp as she opened her eyes… Looking down at him there… The way he was between her spread thighs… The rasp of his five o-clock shadow against her skin… The cool breath he blew along her damp skin… “FUCKING CHRIST!” She cried out suddenly when he dove in against her pussy, Her head falling back against her shoulders as her legs began to shake, the perfect velvet texture of his tongue unraveling her so damn fast… The shift of weight, unexpected and she dropped her hands to his shoulders, digging her nails in as she followed his guide, slipping back to her knees… She was straddling his face and this position alone left her wide open and vulnerable but… Oh GOD was it ever incredible! Her nails found their way along his scalp, fingers curling in tightly, thighs shaking and tightening on either side of his head… Oh sweet fucking hell the things he could do with his tongue! She was moaning and crying out, writhing and gasping, whimpering and these sweet broken little sobs as she quivered atop him. “Ah-as if you n-n-need m-me to s-show you!” She stuttered and gasped, fisting her fingers in his hair hard, looking down at him as he buried his face in her cunt… “Oooooooohnnnnfuuuck-!” She sobbed as she gave up, gave in, the wine and what ever it had been spiked with was too perfect… She began to grind down on his chin then, gasping and moaning, rolling her hips with that slight turn… Like a cursive S as she rocked over him, her grip in his hair like death itself as she held him still, using him for her own pleasure and oh was she ever receiving it! His chin and lips were getting coated with her pleasure, a sweet finespun gossamer coating of her own special nectar, like honey and mint and completely addictive in its own right…
She didn’t give up or give in, she was lost to herself and him in those moments, any thought about what was proper or correct was utterly unknown to her… There was just him and pleasure… That was it… And right now she was throwing her entire self into it, virgin or not she knew what felt right, knew what she liked… And she was unafraid to get it now.. “Tongue… Give… Give me your tongue… Stick it out…” She begged, pleaded, releasing one hand from his hair to come up and cup her breasts… Teasing and palming it’s weight before be began to twist and tug on her nipple, pulling it taught so her breast coned out, letting it drop with that sultry bounce… When he did as she asked she’d slide his tongue into her core and begin to ride it, fucking herself with that velvet length, panting and writhing… A fine sheen of sweat on her skin… “Yes… R-right-… J-just like that… Fuck me… Fuck your Rose…” She whimpered, gasped and writhed, building herself up into an inferno of need… Releasing her last grip on his hair as she began to fuck herself with his tongue, her hands on her breasts as she played roughly with them, tugging and twisting… Pulling.. Palming their high pert mounds until she left her own little red indentions in them… She went into a sort of frenzy as she rocked and rolled her hips over him desperately, her core tightening increasingly around his tongue, an already tight space getting even smaller still… A foreshadowing of the hot vice like heaven he was going to enter soon… She was right there… On the cusp… She just… Needed… She growled in frustration, her brows furrowing as she danced on the cusp, whimpering vexedly… She raked her nails down her own skin, that sharp sweet pain almost enough, reaching for his own hands… Setting one on her ass… “Hard…” She pleaded, curling her fingers over his, showing him she wanted him to dig his fingers hard into her ass… The other hand she lifted and pulled two of his fingers into her mouth and began to suck on them, swirling her tongue over and between them, moaning thickly against those digits… Fucking her own mouth with them as she would his throbbing dick if only she had it there… And that… Was what she needed… She screamed around his fingers as she went into a frenzy atop of him, releasing her breasts to fist in his hair hard, holding him still as she fucked herself through that orgasm with his tongue and lips… Quivering and trembling atop of him as she jerked and rocked rhythmically, coating his tongue and lips with cum, enough for him to slurp and suckle on to his hearts content as she cried out his name over and over again… Spasming atop him as she looked into his eyes, her pleasure, that fierce release turned her eyes the purest shade of honey colored whiskey gold… Oh it was there… All of it… That pleasure… The pure satisfaction… It lasted for some time, her breasts fully lust swollen and her nipples hard as little berries, her lips constantly parted on an O of pleasure… Moans and sighs… Whimpers and cries… Almost a minute later she sagged against him, half over him, half weakly holding her self up on trembling arms… Looking down to him there were unspent tears in her eyes, a look of such adoration, of thanks…
She tried to move… To slide down… Off of his face… To lay out beside him… Guiding him to his side so she could kiss him, tasting the rich sweetness of her pussy and her pleasure on his lips, his tongue… She kissed him deep and hard until she had taken up every drop of it from him, until they both tasted of her and she clung to him, raking her nails up his back… Hooking her hip over his… “I’d offer to return the favor…” She said breathlessly… “But I’m afraid if I do… We’ll end up both satisfied but… Unfinished…” Meaning they would both find orgasm just not with him buried inside her, at least, not her slit… As much as she loved, adored, hell existed for giving him head? As delicious as it was? She worried that… Well perhaps he might not cum again after… He might be too sensitive… “I know… It’s going to hurt… There’s no real way to avoid that but… It’s a pain I want to feel… Because it’s proof of what I’m giving you… What we’re sharing… There will be… Plenty of other times where there won’t be any pain… But right now…” She slid her hands down his back, to curl in and grip his ass, those perfect masculine globes of incredibly shaped muscle… “It’s all I want… You… Inside me… Whole… We becoming Us… Together…” She release his ass a few moments later, moving in to rest her head over his heart, pressing a soft kiss over that precious organ… Somewhere… Deep in the back of her mind… Buried and well concealed under a fog of pleasure there was a little voice… She had no moon tea… There was no way she could prevent a pregnancy if it came… The fear of an unplanned child, the concern it would make Jacob move faster than he was prepared to, wanting to do the honorable thing rather than what would make him happy… The fact it would seriously limit her career, her studies, everything would be set far off track and almost impossible to return to their proper course… But right next to that same little voice was a desire… To feel him cum inside her again… To throw caution to the wind and let nature take it’s course… To risk it all and know with each thud he made inside of her… Each climax… Every white hot jet of his potent cum… They could create a life from this moment… This confession of love… The desire to be together… She moaned without realizing it, rolling to her back, her thighs opened promisingly… Suggestively… Her hair a golden fan around her head as she beckoned him… Curled fingers as she wished to lure him atop her… “Please… Make love to me… Make me Yours… I want to feel your cum deep inside me… Over… And over… And over Again…”
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Post by Deleted on Jun 19, 2017 0:34:58 GMT 9.5
..he had told her he loved her.. that he had fallen for her hook line and sinker.. there was no denying it..in as much as he had tried to.. or at the very least.. tried to understand it.. it all came to this head.. to this end.. he needed her.. in so very many ways..but above all his heart wanted her.. he'd be forever thankful to his Fathers troop for making sure they were whisked away without delay.. it forced him to realise just what was going on in his head. to make sense of it.. she had all but crash tackled him then.. hugging him so tightly as he fell back against the soft rug upon the floor..she clung to him as if her life depended on it and he couldn't help the laughter that spilled forth.. the whole action was unexpected.. his arms lifted.. wrapping around her in response.. embracing her closely as she spilled so many promises..and thank yous..that shed work hard.. and write him every day.. that they would organise little rendezvous.. secret ones when they had the chance to catch up.. he would miss her.. and he told her as much.. the whole idea of her chipping away at her education in Narius kinda stung a little..
he'd only just gotten used to having her around.. and then to have to deal with her not being there.. for at the very least quite a few months.. well.. he would need those letters.. he wasn't sure how he was going to react not having been in this position before.. might well have to keep himself incredibly busy..and then of course there was the secret.. keeping it all under wraps until she graduated.. she didn't need the extra attention.. or the rumours.. or the gossip.. he didn't want it either.. but he honestly just didn't want the waters muddied whilst she was studying.. whatever was said after she was certified.. well that was something else entirely.. something they would sort out..together..she continued to ramble .. to talk at a million miles a minute.. so he kissed her.. silencing the speech.. the sounds of the soft crackling of the fire.. the popping and the wind circling the chimney.. the weather outside.. and just them..delicate breaths.. thats all they needed to hear in that moment.. the kiss was soft.. sweet..deliciously romantic.. something neither of them had really experienced before.. it wasn't born of lust or desire.. nor wanton need.. it was higher than that..deeper than that..
it broke off slowly.. both needing to take a bit of a breath.. before he whispered that elvish profession of love.. his gaze lifting to look to her when she asked him to repeat it.. that she hadn't heard it before.. his smile grew a little.. those dimples flashing upon his cheeks.. he repeated.. just softly as he reached across.. to glide a wayward curl back behind her right ear-.. mm.. thats something Ill have to look into.. drops of english is spoken in Arvandor.. but not a great deal.. I'll find you something that will help you to understand should you come across someone who doesn't speak.. the common tongue.. -he shot her a wink there.. he knew of a few devices that were in existence.. that she could wear.. or use.. afterall she wouldn't be the first Human to have set foot down there.. or creature of another race other than Elven..
he wanted her visit with him to go as smoothly as it could.. him taking her to the Celebration f the Heart was already quite a big deal.. and would probably put a bit of stress upon her.. so he didn't want to add to that..he welcomed her home.. just in case she wasn't sure that she was back in the loving hold of Arvandor.. and that they were settling in for quite a long haul.. her response of how many times could they in those two weeks made his cheeks colour a little and a somewhat awkward laugh spill forth.. he reached up.. soft warm hands cradling her cheeks.. brushing thumbs against her chin-.. mm.. How about we start with just one.. and see where we go from there.. -he winked-.. I'm not much of a 'notches on the bedpost' kinda guy.. -he laughed..she was utterly adorable.. and a bit of a dork all in one..he explained how they got to this position.. about the Tryst and the book.. nodding as she spoke about the gentleman back at the restaurant.. and his Fathers group having impeccable timing-..
mm.. they most certainly do.. always have had impeccable timing.. their success rate wouldn't be so high if they didn't.. All of us.. under the watchful eye of the goddess of love and all things romantic.. are listed in the tomes from birth.. every achievement.. every major milestone also.. all there.. kind of like a permanent record of all the residents.. when we come of age.. lines of fate are crossed.. like.. -he paused.. thoughtfully-.. those silly word games you'd do as a child.. where you had to couple up items.. like .. uh.. a bird and a feather.. well.. pretty much the same.. two names are joined.. by a line of fate.. sometimes its immediate.. easy.. and the couple find themselves on their own...sometimes.. as in the case of my parents.. the lines become skewif ..broken and rejoined..and then.. -he motioned between them-.. sometimes.. one party dissappears..even if its no fault of their own..-he tapped the end of her nose-.. yet the line remains for the other.. unwavering.. until that is.. the original party re-appears.. the goddess or her men locate them.. all manner of bells and whistles go off.. as the chance to capture that love.. thats been written.. might be slight.. the window small.. -he tilted his head-.. I think my Father threw in a bit more man power this time.. -his cheeks flamed further as he laughed.. rubbing his face a little-.. to make sure his son didn't miss out.. didn't miss you.. -he glanced over to her.. offering her a smile there.. a true honest genuine one-.. Cora was never in the books.. -his brows furrowed-.. I just was to stubborn to listen to my family at the time.. I think I always just figured my name was never to come up.. -he rubbed his lips together.. before he leant in to press his forehead to hers.. breathing her in slowly-.. I am more than ok to have been wrong on that one..
-he offered her the wine then.. watching as she took quite a large drink from its contents before he himself partook of it also.. they spoke on what had happened in the restaurant.. and how frustrated he got with her being taken from him at every turn.. that and then of course the right hook.. knuckles to the nose of the poor gentleman at the end.. he groaned a little and shook his head-.. He did take it like a champ.. poor guy..I'll have to seek him out when we head back for the celebration.. I think I owe him a drink.. -he chuckled and nodded.. taking the bottle from her once again as she spoke on how she became quite aroused watching him take that guy down.. making her as eager as she was in the carriage.. he choked a little on the wine there.. rubbing the side of his throat as he placed the bottle down there.. Oh he remembered all to well.. she jumped him with such force.. his mind wouldn't have even had the chance to disagree or to summon the words to say no.. -.. mmhmm.. -he had reached up.. to brush his thumb along her lower lip there.. before she leant in.. another kiss ensued.. this one with a lot more hunger .. a lot more desire ..he felt her trembling.. the shivering.. he was enjoying teasing her a little every so often.. her responses were sublime.. unable to help the moan that surfaced when she nipped and nibbled his lower lip.. slowly they broke..
the sounds of shuddered breaths filling the room as the two of them looked to one another.. gazes locked.. she spoke on how she fell for him right from the start.. he remained close enough that he could capture her lips every so often.. just little kisses between words..she told him her body would only know his and of his touches.. he tugged upon her lower lip there playfully before releasing-.. I look forward to exploring that body of yours.. touching you.. caressing every single perfect inch.. -he whispered.. another kiss.. just small.. as if the two of them were making up for so much lost time.. he explained how elves courted.. and how even though she might not have realised it.. she had entered into the 'dance' early on.. back at the Manor when he gave her those forgetme nots..her response on how if she had known it was so simple she would have given him a greenhouse made him laugh.. shaking his head-.. mmhmm.. what is it they say.. -he rubbed his chin a little-.. Anything worth having is worth waiting for.. -another wink there as his lips curled into a bit of a grin.. she was ever so much fun to be around..Nautilous was right.. he couldn't remember smiling so much.. ever..
they spoke details.. were they official?.. mutually exclusive?.. were they going to keep it quiet.. he nodded agreeing when she said to keep it just to family-.. mm yes.. I agree...I dont think.. anyone else needs to know just yet.. just us.. and family.. though.. they kind of already know.. what with having so much part in putting us here in the first place.. -his brows furrowed a little and he laughed.. any other family he might have been horribly embarrassed but.. this was how his operated.. it was a Huge family effort.. everyone had everyone elses back.. it was just how they worked..he watched her as she spoke on how they would be together forever.. that she would finish the course in record time.. and then they would make it official.. he returned the little kisses when they were offered.. though his head tilted when she talked about the girls in Narius.. and the gossip pages in the paper.. taking wagers .. he couldn't help but chuckle-.. mmhmm.. Oh yes I can see you are going to have far to much fun with all of this now arent you.. -he rubbed his hands up and down her outer thighs.. just lightly brushing against her soft warmed skin.. feeling the gentle heat from the fire at her back.. she took another drink.. it was clearly tampered with.. his head was becoming far to foggy for it not to have been.. though it was clearly odourless .. he knew his Mother had to be at play here..the bottle seemed never ending.. the liquid not going past the half way mark.. so they'd never get to the bottom of it.. he'd taken one more drink before it hit him like a truck.. and he just dove right in..
his lips colliding with her collar bone.. with the soft supple flesh of her chest.. the noises she made.. oh he was in heaven.. the gasping.. the breathy moans.. the wriggling made it almost impossible for him to keep still.. she grabbed for his shirt then.. pulling at it like an animal..before he pulled back and slid what was left of it down his arms.. she'd yanked off more than a few buttons.. they went flying.. landing here and there.. he fell back upon the soft fur rug there as she began to wander down his body.. dragging the tip of her tongue and lips along for the ride.. he couldn't keep still.. not even if his life depended on it.. he groaned.. his hand found the back of her head.. fingers curling into her hair as she found that flat nipple of his.. he stiffened considerably.. gasping in a sharp breath.. -.. Fuck! -he hissed through grit down teeth.. the nails.. those lips .. that tongue.. oh his head was just gone.. before she took mercy on him.. allowing him to exhale a long held breath.. his upper body soon completely naked..leaving him in those rather tightened slacks and boots.. he rocked back up into a seated position.. her hot little frame settling upon his lap.. asking for her to lift her arms as he drew that dress up.. revealing inch after inch of that beautiful skin.. she was completely bare underneath and he made sure to note his approval of it.. before he tossed the piled fabric to the side..he looked to her there upon his lap.. completely bare.. not a single stitch upon her.. she was stunning.. beautiful.. his desire only heightened ten fold.. he was certain the wine would have made little difference to his reactions.. before he just laid claim to those lush lips of hers.. taking that little bit of control..
his hand upon the round of her ass.. fingers curling in tightly.. the way she threw herself into it all.. the two of them all but devouring one another in those next few moments.. he held her firmly.. enough to leave a few red angry marks.. she did much the same in response.. her hands upon him.. her nails making their way down his chest making him buck and shift.. he exhaled deeply into the heated depths of her mouth when she began to grind down atop him.. the fabric of his slacks only tightened.. that throbbing was becoming almost too much to handle.. almost to the point of being painful.. he groaned into the kiss.. her touches.. those nails.. it was pure fucking heaven and he wanted more ..so much more..he broke away from her.. asking her to stand for him.. waiting until she had moved.. before his lips would caress against that creamy white inner thigh.. her calling out.. her swearing only spurned him on.. only made him all the more devious in his future actions.. he dragged his tongue along the length of her slick wet slit.. before he allowed her world to come crashing down.. he shifted.. drawing her down to her knees.. and before she knew it she was straddling his face.. this position forcing those beautifully rounded hips to be open.. she was pretty much on display..he told her to show him what she wanted.. what she liked.. that she was to grind and use him.. his lips.. his tongue.. his chin.. all of it.. before he just took control.. supping on her.. tasting of her.. devouring her.. every single lush drop that he could get his hands on..
and her responses... her gasps.. her shudders and trembles.. the way she gripped his hair almost to the point of ripping it from its roots.. all made him shift and groan.. Fucking hell she was hot..he would look up to her.. watching as she rocked and bucked.. and then she took control.. as he wanted.. she began to grind down.. rolling.. rocking..moving in a way that was sending her off.. before she told him to stick out his tongue..and she'd shift.. so he was dipping up into that slick wet slit of hers.. he couldn't hep the groan then..her taste.. her scent.. there was no escaping it.. it assaulted every single one of his senses in only the most delicious way..he watched the way she tormented herself.. how she grabbed at her breasts.. toyed with her nipples.. the sight alone was making his toes curl.. his brows furrow.. she was teasing him.. whilst she was teasing herself..she took his hand.. laying it hard upon her bouncing ass.. the other.. interestingly enough ended up hooked in her hot little mouth.. oh he'd seen those lips at work.. on more than one occasion.. she was a talented little thing that was fr certain.. she just fell into it all then.. loosing herself in the moment..
which was just what he desired.. just what he wanted.. he lifted his hand from her ass then.. only to ply it hard.. spanking her once.. hard enough to leave a nice ruby welt.. before she broke.. she just shattered there above him.. coating his tongue.. lips and chin..her voice calling out to him in the otherwise quiet room.. his poor heart just about burst free from his chest..and he could have just about climaxed himself in those moments.. his hands lifted as she began to sag against him.. he caught her before she fell.. guiding her slowly.. gently down beside him.. his muscles more than twitching as she was utterly sated to the point of just about being boneless.. she curled into him there.. and their lips met.. the kiss was incredibly heated.. even with them both being as breathless as they were.. she clung to him.. his arms wrapped around her.. stroking up and down her back.. her outer thighs.. his breath only catching when she began to rake her nails down his back.. she offered to return the favour.. but was fearful of what might happen if she did.. that they'd both be satisfied..
but it wasn't what she was after.. not truly.. he knew what she meant.. he leant up a little to brush his lips to her forehead.. he just watched her.. his eyes.. that soft green and blue settled upon her own.. listening as she spoke of her desires.. her need for him.. for them to finally take that leap.. for her to give him what she longed to.. that she knew it was going to be uncomfortable at first but that she was willing and wanting..her hands upon him.. before she pulled away from him slightly.. to roll back onto the soft fur lined rug.. her body more than primed.. she was more than ready and.. had said as much more than once.. before she tugged him over to her.. his mind was shot.. utterly so.. the fog was thick and it just hung about like an early morning.. if he was of a right mind the contraception conversation would have occurred.. but.. in this instance.. it couldn't have been further from his mind.. he was easily guided.. over to settle above her.. atop her.. though he didn't apply his weight..
his elbows came down to rest upon ether sides of her head.. his body sliding between those beautifully parted thighs.. she could wrap those lush legs around him if she desired.. he breathed of her as he looked down into those eyes.. -.. you're sure you want to do this?.. -he questioned softly.. almost inaudibly.. his lips found her right cheek.. trickling down along her jawline.. the swan like curves of her neck-.. you know.. you can stop.. at any time.. just say the word.. -he whispered against her newly damp flesh.. nipping there at that sweet spot where neck met shoulder.. his right hand glided down her side.. caressing the soft warmed skin.. the dip of her waistline.. the curve of her hip.. before it would dip down.. between those beautifully parted thighs of hers.. he'd part those now incredibly slick wet lips of hers.. to tease her a little more to.. touch her.. to circle that sensitive little bead.. to make her lift and buck up against him.. every so often he'd pull his hand back.. only to have the feeling of those pussy lips of hers still parted.. still open and vulnerable.. to the thick hard fabric of his slacks.. as he grinded back against her.. letting her feel the thickness of his cock.. that up until that point was shielded by the material alone..
his lips trailed down a bit lower.. along her collarbone.. down between the supple valley of her breasts.. before he would take a hardened berry between his teeth.. giving it quite a good tongue lashing.. flicking.. curling.. suckling upon that soft supple flesh.. his fingers and hips would continue to buck.. to torment her some more.. to get her a little closer to that edge only to pull back at the last minute.. even if she tried to hold him in place.. he'd pull away.. before he'd release one of those sweet tits of hers.. and he'd move to sit up on his knees.. his hands.. his finger tips brushed lightly down the length of her body then.. over those beautiful breasts.. the soft feminine dip of her stomach.. her creamy white thighs.. -.. Incredibly fucking beautiful.. -he'd whisper under his breath.. as he unbuttoned his belt.. his slacks.. the zipper sounding before he would shift about a little more.. removing both together.. pants and shorts.. the boots were easily kicked to the side.. leaving him naked.. other than for the ink upon his skin.. the two of them.. not a single stitch.. he could have easily just settled back own upon her.. but no.. he reached across.. to the couch there.. drawing one of the soft fleece lined pillows.. pulling it down to them both.. he reached down.. -.. Lift up that ass for me angel..
-he whisper.. waiting until she had arched up a little before he would slide it down beneath.. forcing her frame on that slight incline.. his hands were warm as they caressed against her outer thighs.. he dipped back down between them as they parted to accommodate him.. though he didn't enter her.. not yet.. he allowed her to feel his bodies weight.. not in its entirety as his right arm came down beside her head to take the brunt of it.. but enough when they touched.. skin to skin.. heat to heat.. the feeling of her extremely soft supple skin against his was like nothing he had experienced before.. were it possible the wine heightened everything?.. or was it just that.. they were two lovers.. on the cusp of something incredibly mind blowing.. something earth shattering..he looked down to her there.. down into her eyes.. lingering there a moment.. so much could have been said.. right then.. but no words seemed appropriate.. or even right.. just.. the look was enough.. it conveyed everything he was feeling.. perhaps even a touch of apprehension because he didn't want to hurt her.. but it was so small.. so insignificant he wasn't about to pull away.. he knew she wanted this.. and unless she pushed him away.. it was going to happen..their lips met.. a kiss.. whilst filled with desire and need.. want and more than a heaped serving of lust.. there was also something a lot more tender there..
where that primal urge met emotion and romance.. she'd be able to feel that hardness pressing between those incredibly slick wet lips of hers.. the way it seemed to glide just between.. to nudge.. to tease against her sensitive little clit.. how if she moved she could grind against it.. as he was to her.. just little motions.. just a slight twist of his hips.. a slight roll.. a grind hard enough to coat his hardened cocks head with that slippery nectar of hers.. he could feel her breasts pressed to his chest.. her nipples dragging their hardened points.. he could feel her ankles brushing against the backs of his knees.. his upper thighs as she squirmed and writhed beneath him.. he was building her up slowly.. like a kettle upon a stove.. never leaving her lips though.. the kiss was not breaking.. quite probably the longest they had kissed.. in ever..he was certainly not quiet.. his breathing had picked up considerably.. he moaned down into the heated depths of her mouth.. they were incredibly close.. pretty much in the same position they were in only a few nights prior.. though this time..he was atop her.. he continued the rocking.. the grinding.. the little teases.. his free hand slid down between them both.. opening her up a little more to him.. his fingers giving that clit of hers a bit of a playful flick..a bit more of a purposeful rub.. dipping down lower.. she'd have that mixture of sensations then.. his fingers.. his cock.. both working to tease.. to torment her slick wet pussy.. he dipped a single finger up into her.. feeling how scorching hot she was.. how wet she was.. enough to make him groan in response.. -. Fuck.. -he cried out into the kiss-.. You are so incredibly wet.. -he whined.. bucking perhaps a little harder against her in response..
he gave her ample opportunity to pull back.. to say no.. to say she'd had enough.. he'd never force her to do anything.. ever.. and as she drew near to that climax.. as he felt those inner walls of hers beginning to clench.. to flutter.. to spasm.. thats when he would take his cue.. his sign.. withdrawing that single finger.. though his thumb would remain upon her clit.. to apply the pressure.. to make sure the connection to her orgasm didn't break suddenly.. his fingers would stretch out.. to grip that hardened length of his.. to more or less bat that thick wide head against her.. before it would be lined up..he'd release his hold then.. moving his fingers back up to pay close attention to that incredibly sensitive little bead.. hoping to push her over the edge.. off the cliff so to speak.. before he would begin to apply that pressure.. that she would begin to remember from the night previous.. that slight stretching as she would begin to accommodate.. after all she'd already felt what it was like to have a bit of him there.. even if it was only just a little.. he'd persist as he held her.. as their lips remained fixed.. the kiss perhaps a little more stunted by this point.. his mind on not wanting to hurt her.. and the sheer pleasure he was getting from being so incredibly close to her..
Fuck she felt so very hot.. so wet.. so slick.. he wouldn't just dive into her.. though the temptation was most assuredly there.. he continued to apply that pressure.. his breath catching in the back of his throat there when the head of his cock managed to slide into her the kiss broke.. he had to swallow down the groan that was begging to surface.. she stretched easily to accept his width.. though the tightness.. it was a vice like grip to him.. like she had both hands wrapped around his cock.. firm.. tight.. it felt incredible.. he gasped ..his lips crushed down against hers once more.. his hand lifted from between them both so they could sit.. skin to skin.. though he reached to take hold of her right breast.. to hold it.. to cradle it.. a finger and thumb rolling one of those nipples.. every few more inches in he'd have to pause as another breathy moan surfaced.. as he cursed and hissed out a breath.. though he didn't pull away from her.. just remained close.. he felt that pressure though.. the sign of her virginity.. it was only slight.. but it was clearly noticeable.. a further push.. to glide that thick hardened length into her would have that torn.. his forehead finding her shoulder as he cursed loudly-.. Fuck Rose.. -he groaned.. -
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Post by BadInfluence on Jun 19, 2017 13:35:31 GMT 9.5
She really was far from in love with the idea of being apart from him… If she could? She would have lured him back here with her, Kit in tow, and they all could have done it from there… Left Luna and Ellen and Dr. Dipshit there at the manse where they couldn’t hurt anyone, well, aside from each other… Hopefully… Still, she knew Jacob was needed there, and they couldn’t have spared them even if he wanted to go, and she wouldn’t rob her home city of much needed medical care. Those thoughts were gone the moment he said he had fallen for her, that he loved her, and her first instinct was to launch at him. To wrap him up in her arms and hug him close and tight, unable to resist the happy bubbling brook of words that spilled up out of her, his arms wrapped around her just as tightly as he laughed… Kissing her to stem the tide and that was a new thing for them both, something gentle and sweet, unhurried and unafraid of being interrupted… Of being heard… They needed this so much, a chance to be together without the sharks in the water, just to bask in the sun and drift in the sea of their shared love… She languished in that kiss like a cat in the sun, just the softest of breaths, the gentle sound of lips meeting and parting… Little sighs… The sound of the fire and the warm heat at her back, the wind whistling over the chimney and the soft rustle of trees starting to prepare for spring, the gentle thud of their hearts… What fairy tale had a better song than this?
It only ended on the sweetest notes, the softest whispers of love in the tongue she should have been speaking since birth, the melody of his words floating over her senses… She loved the sound of it, so decadent and delicate, and she was lost to it… Learning it… Repeating it… She watched his dimples show and all over again her heart tumbled about like an acrobat, and she knew that without a doubt, the first moment she fell in love with him… It was that smile… Those dimples… She leaned into his touch as he tucked a bit of her hair behind her ear, a smile flickering over her lips, the most wicked little thought… “That’s saying we’re out of doors long enough to run into anyone?...” She teased and gave him a wink of her own, reaching out to link their fingers for a moment, to give them a soft squeeze. “I will just have to start learning… We could always teach me by writing out our letters in elvish? Something only you and I could read… I will need a book I can use to translate but… Well it definitely ensures our privacy and teaches me all at the same time…” Secret love letters, written in a language she was going to learn, to her it sounded both practical and incredibly romantic. “Of course… That won’t help from the festival of course but… Don’t go through too much trouble for me?” She wanted this to be fun, and if he had to do anything that was even remotely chore like, she would try to nip it in the bud. Still, whatever happened, they would face it together. This was for them, every moment from today onwards, they were never going to be alone again… Always they would have the other in their mind and their heart…
Of course now she was wondering… Albeit a bit… Bashfully… About how long they had here… Hearing it was two weeks and who was to thank for this little haven, his family as well as his Goddess had taken a large part in all of this, well the entire thing really! But either way two weeks… Well now how many times could a person actually… Make love? She caught him blushing and the awkward laugh, her own blush rising as she bit her bottom lip a bit, wrinkling her nose at him just a little… Kissing the thumbs against her chin… “If we make love anything like our foreplay we’d whittle them down to toothpicks if we tried…” Which was probably entirely true! They were insatiable for each other just in foreplay, and if their sex was anywhere near as good as what lead up to it, chances were they’d reduce a whole bed to super fine dust. Still, she was glad he was laughing about it rather than thinking she was insatiable, though… Maybe a part of her was… She had been eager for this the moment the idea crossed her mind, the moment she realized she loved him was when she wanted to share herself with him, to give all these parts of herself into his hands… And ok yes… From what she had tasted, from what she had experienced, if it was even just a fraction as good in bed? Good luck getting her out of it…
She honestly was incredibly grateful to his father, his Goddess, and everyone who had a part in this… She felt that they still would have found a way, somewhere, somehow down there on the surface… It might have taken them longer, they both might have had to suffer some serious heart breaks and pain, but in her heart… Her soul… They were meant to be and they would have found a way. She listened to him explain how couples were fated from puberty almost, there was just that one person they were meant to spend their lives with, from birth to death and all over again with that same soul… And because of that, sometimes things get a little nutty, and why not? Not every river runs the same course, the beds change and shift, and sometimes the lines connecting people can get just as bent or thrown off course… She laughed softly when he tapped the end of her nose, making a playful snap of her teeth at his finger, catching his hand to give a soft kiss to his palm. “I’m glad he did though… Even if I see it makes you turn pink, and I know it has to be a little embarrassing, they gave us a chance to come together this much sooner…” She said, pressing his hand to her cheek as she looked down at him, hearing his words on Cora… His feelings that he just wasn’t meant to feel that sort of love, that his name was never going to show up in the books, and she just ended up laughing softly and shaking her head… Feeling him press his forehead over hers, her lids drifting closed as she felt his warmth, the strength of him… “You were always meant to find me… And I was meat to find you… We are two four leaf clovers in a world sized meadow, you thought you found another four leaf clover in Cora, but she was just pretending… I can’t… Really say I blame her…” She said, sliding her hands up his arms, pulling him into a warm sweet embrace… Whispering by his ear because this was probably going to be the ONE time she said anything like this. “Cora was greedy and selfish, she saw the miracle that you are and wanted you for herself, and she didn’t cut any corners to get it… Even if that meant stealing you from the person you were meant to be with, I don’t think she cared, because she wanted the dream of you… In a way I’m a little grateful to her because if you hadn’t met her… Hadn’t lived that chapter of your life with her in it… You never would have known was real love was… And what it isn’t… Sometimes… You have to weather some terrible storms to really appreciate the sun…” But that was all she would ever say nice about Cora… Otherwise she’d as soon as piss in the wind as she would put her out if she were on fire.
They couldn’t help the shared laugh about the larger man he had sent toppling into the tables. “A drink? My sweet, you owe him at least a bottle, I’m fairly sure his nose won’t heal quite straight…” She teased softly before admitting that… Yes… Truth was? Seeing him come to defend her, to take her out of the arms of another man, that just… It stroked the fire of something inside her and it made her heart throb along with other areas and it all had blended in together into that sort of high that had her pouncing him in the carriage. She watched him choke on the wine and blushed quite a bit, almost looking to the side a touch, wondering if maybe he hadn’t… Well… Enjoyed that part of her?... That thought lasted for a fleeting moment before he touched her lower lip and that fire in her was back in full force and moved in to capture his lips, this one not as sweet as the one before, this one far more… Pressing… Certainly hungry… More than a little hot… It began to burn out of control in a few moments, like a brushfire in a dry summer it blazed, getting hotter as it dragged on… Shivering and trembling atop him at his little teasing touches, causing her to nip and nibble on his bottom lip, his own moan surfacing that just added petrol to the blaze… Burning up before they slowly broke off again… They were taking it slow… They had two glorious weeks to share kisses and touches, they could stretch out the hunger now, take their time… Teasing the flames… Stoking them high and hot… She ran his hands along her skin while telling him the only one she ever wanted to touch her, the only one who would ever know the feel of her skin, was him… She whimpered and bit her lip at his words, the way he spoke, made it sound like a promise… Their lips couldn’t seem to be apart, from when she told him that she had loved him to now, just this constant sweet meeting that kept them both as fogged as the wine did… “Christ when you say it like that you do things to me…” She whimpered, imagined him spending hours just tracing his fingers over her as he had the night he gave her a massage, and that just… Oh that correlation there made her just about melt into putty into his lap… “It’s only fair I get to return the favor…” She wanted to touch him too, God did she ever, and she would too… Oooh yes… At least several times while they were here… Just hours to explore him… When he explained the flowers though, how they had both entered courtship, he knowing and she subconsciously… She had to tease and admit about the greenhouse, and his reply comment, oh that had her laughing softly. “Lady Goldenheart told me that the night at the Inn when she revealed herself to me… She said the best things were worth waiting for… And you… You are definitely… The best thing… And worth waiting a lifetime for.” She said with a grin, coming in to nibble along his jawline, her lips unable to stop that smile that curled them almost perpetually. “Though I’m glad we won’t be waiting anymore… I’m an elf, not a saint!” A precious little giggle falling from her lips as she teased him a bit. Honestly being around him and not actually… Just… It was like being around cake, you want to have a bite, but no one’s told you if you can or not.
They did have a few other small questions to work out, which for her were important, wondering just what this meant to him… After all, humans were some weird ass creatures, and they had some odd ways of looking at things… She also knew from his book that becoming lovers didn’t exactly mean exclusivity, and that experimenting was often looked at in a favorable light, ensuring the ones they chose for marriage were their perfect companion… She wanted to make sure they were on the same page now, their paths joined at last, where they would be walking it together side by side. She told him she wanted to keep it to just his family, perhaps a friend or two that he felt incredibly close to, but no more than that… Back on the surface they had a world that would revel in tar and feathering her if they got a chance so limiting the people that gave brushes and pillows to was going to help a good deal… She caught is laugh when he said his family already knew and her brow rose while she smiled. “You do realize them knowing takes out the entire awkward conversation part of all of this, right? There is no need to explain anything, no need for any strained introductions, all the hard work? Is already done.” Which made perfect sense and made it all a whole lot easier on them both too. The only hard part? Was for them to like her, and that had nothing to do with him, and everything to do with her! She couldn’t resist teasing him about the visit he would make to Narius to visit her, the teasing about how she could feed little things to the paper, make wages… “Oh I could… And it would certainly keep those badgers off your trail too, they’d be so busy chasing their own tails they wouldn’t have time to do much more than spin, which leaves us… Plenty of time to spend with each other.” She said with a smile and a wink, savoring the feel of his hands on her skin, as soothing as it was erotic. Between the gentle touches and the wine she was definitely running more than a little warm, and they both knew it was tampered with, he had even confessed it was pretty standard… Yet she didn’t care one whit about it at all, right now it was just delicious wine and a soft fur rug and warm fire, and the man she loved under her… What else could she want?... Well… What could she want that she wasn’t going to be receiving in the next few hours… “Besides, I will need to earn some sort of income if I’m going to keep myself in ample supply of stockings and garters…” She teased, knowing that he would remember almost instantly the carriage ride, the red velvet garters and the black silk stockings… The way his jaw had dropped… Just a little more fuel to the fire…
Fire deliciously appreciated as he dove in, the kiss to the delicate skin over her breasts, oh that made her moan… To writhe in his lap… She needed virtually little more than a breath to topple her and he had given her that, she couldn’t sit still, and her patience was frayed beyond repair at this point… Moving in she gave up on trying to respect that shit, buttons could be replaced, tears mended… But her nerves? Not a chance… She needed him, she needed him now, and she was going to go after it whole heartedly. She explored his bare chest with nails and tongue, teeth and lips, seeking out every spot that made him gasp and moan… Every precious little pleasure zone and given his nipples were one, oh yes, she took VERY good care with those… She did unto him as he had done to her, as well as listening to his body, the reactions he made… What felt good versus what felt incredible… She couldn’t help the purely feline grin on her lip when he swore, his fingers buried in her hair, needing nothing else to tell her that oh she had found a weak spot… Going at it full tilt with nothing but desire and a need to pleasure him, to drive him wild, to give to him what he so easily gave to her… That fevered need… She let up only when she felt he couldn’t take it a moment longer, watching him finish taking his shirt off, followed by his jacket… Leaving his upper body bare to her before he started on her own clothes, though unlike him she was wearing a good deal less, and once that dress was off? She was clad in nothing but ruby and diamond earrings and her golden hair down her back… She wasn’t shy atop him, she had no issued with her figure, and the way he looked at her… Only made her feel as though she had the most beautiful figure in the world… In all of them… His words only fed into it even more and she glowed atop him, this present he unwrapped that was all his, every inch of her at his disposal… His pleasure… He was glorious, without compare in her eyes, and she felt… Perhaps… She might just be good looking enough to match this dark haired Mephistopheles… A Persephone to his Hades…
He took command of the moment a mere flicker of time later, claiming her lips in a kiss that left her writhing against him, giving herself up to the moment and him… They were like a match and petrol, on fire and neither of them had any desire to bank the flames, just letting them burn out of control… They were canvas and the other painter, they each left their marks on each other, hickies and red grip marks and scratches… Love notes written on their skin… Passionate choruses… White hot melodies… Oh it was all too perfect, too delicious, so much so that when he asked her to stand she did… What came next was unexpected but outrageously delicious, the way he kissed and nibbled her inner thigh before diving along her slit, he had her fingers in his hair in a second as she held him for dear life… Legs trembling… Heart stuttering… Oh the things he could do to her with that devilishly skilled tongue! She was only momentarily thrown off when he had her going to her knees but she trusted him, let him support her in the motions… Straddling his face as he told her what to do, which was to do… Exactly what she wanted… What felt good… Not like he didn’t know and admittedly she let him do exactly that, to pleasure her as he was so incredibly fucking good at, but she could only hold on so long… Between the last week of constant built up and the wine, combined with the sweet sureness of his love of her, any and all ideas of holding back… Were up in a finer smoke than a three day old fire… She began to grind on him, letting her body move her, to lose itself in the primal need… She rocked and rolled her hips, using his chin and tongue, the rasp of his facial hair… All combined to drive her high and hot, and she felt so close to shattering right then and there, but something was missing… Something she found in the confession, the request for his tongue, using it as her own velvet cock to fuck herself with… Riding it up and down, rolling and swirling her hips in that addictive cursive S motion, and it was… So close… Just a little left… His hand on her ass, the other with his middle and index finger in her mouth, suckling on them as she would his cock… She was about to shatter… Throwing into it entirely she felt such an incredible orgasm building up, one she was sure would definitely send her up into the starts but what really did it, the thing that sent her into the abyss? That one solid, vicious, firm slap to her ass… The pain exploded like a crimson poppy in her mind and she screamed out in pleasure, exploding all over his tongue and chin, his name a prayer on her lips as she shattered just for him…
She couldn’t name what it was… Something about his bites… The slaps to her ass… The bruises and welts but something in there… Something in the acts and the sensations whispered to this part of her that was just as deeply entwined with her pleasure as the soft sweet moments they shared… What ever it was, she loved it, and it easily sent her into that velvet coated blackness of orgasmic bliss every time… Leaving her to tremble and jerk above her in the aftereffects, the death throes of her climax, her body overwhelmed by pleasure before slowly… Sweetly sinking back down into her own skin… Needing his strength to help her… To guide her down to his side… Curling into him, around him, needing to touch him… Kiss him… Taking up every drop of her taste from his lips and tongue, deeply passionate and erotic despite the fact her body felt as soft as warm putty, waiting to be molded to his pleasure… She could have easily drifted on that high for a while, which is what they had done before, but this time… The walls were down, their castles had been breached, and they had both laid claim to each others hearts… There was nothing left to stop them, to hold them back from taking this final step, to meet at long last… She scored her nails down his back, feeling his breath catch, her words whispered breathlessly against his lips… She could pleasure him orally, she loved doing so but it would just be like last night, the night before that… Not that they were bad, not in the least! She loved each and every moment they shared but… She wanted… Needed… Something more… She confessed as much, gently rolling onto her back, her thighs opened just enough to tempt… She was ready… She had been for three days now, and she had held off pushing or asking, waiting for him to be ready… But now?... What was there to stop them? She beckoned him with softly curled fingers, watching him roll up, to slide between her legs…
Oh God…
Her nipples hardened all over again, her pulse went absolutely nuts, her breasts awash in delicious tingles… Yes… Yes… Yes… She wanted to cry out that, at last, at last they were here… Ready… “Jacob-“ She half whimpered, half sighed, the anticipation was agony… Delicious, incredible, hellish agony… She wrapped her legs around him tight, locking her ankles over his ass as she pulled him down, feeling his weight on her… Light… Gentle… The way he was kissing along her jaw… Down her neck… The nip of that sweet tender spot in the cradle of her shoulder… “I don’t want to stop…” She breathed, arching up into him, pressing her perfect pert little tits against his chest… How could she doubt? Why would she? She knew he was just trying to keep her from being scared, and who knew, when the moment came? She might feel a struggle with her virgin self and back out… Become afraid… She knew he was assuring her if that happened she would be safe… He would stop and understand… “Unnnnfffuck-!” She cried out sweetly as she arched hard into his fingers, the way he began to stroke at her core again, warming her up anew… She jerked and writhed under him, reaching up to fist in his hair, whimpering as he tormented her… The smooth strong feeling of his fingers, followed randomly at times by the somewhat rougher grit of his pants, the throbbing heat of his fabric clad cock… She went a little wild under him, rocking up to meet him each time, her head turning from side to side on the soft fur rug… She loved to climax for him, her heart felt heavy with the need for it, to let him shatter her again… But he kept her there… On that fine line… She nearly pulled his hair out as she got further frustrated, small tears forming in the corner of her eyes in frustration, writhing up against him as he continued to pull away. “Please!” She cried out pathetically as he moved down to her breasts, just burning her up even more, making her hiss and moan… Raking her nails down his back… His arms… Every inch she could reach as he drove her to perfect insanity, pleading for him to… Anything really, to let her cum, or just pleas in general. He pulled away just before she would have gone entirely nuts, panting and sobbing brokenly as she curled her fingers into the fur beneath her, trying to catch her breath as she quaked… He had her boiling hot… Teasing her like that and then pulling away, it was like a free fall, leaving her confused and more than a little dazed. She forced heavy lids open when he whispered to her… “Made for you…” She whispered back, seeing him nude at last, no dim room or blindfold… No steaming showers… She reached out to touch him, her breath catching as she ran feather soft fingers over his chest, biting her bottom lip softly… “My dream…” He was too perfect to be real sometimes, she had to touch him, to make sure he was more than mist and hopes… He was hers… He chose to be hers as surely as she chose to be his, and she was in awe of the gift of him, more than she could ever say…
She dug her heels into the rug as she lifted up for him, his body fully flush with hers, her lids falling closed as she let her head fall back… Relishing the slightly rougher texture of his skin than her own… His heat… The weight… Just a moment… A mere fragment in time and he would be hers entirely… She his… She had seen the throbbing evidence of his arousal, knowing intimately just how thick and heavy it was, how girthy… He was incredibly well endowed, almost to the point of such perfection seeming impossible, yet there it was… Ready to join her… Was she afraid? A little… She knew it was going to hurt, and there were no real measurements of it, some said it was pure hell and others said it was just a blip… Would it be very hard on her? She was a petit woman she knew that and Jacob was far from small… Would it even fit? She could hardly handle just his two fingers… Would she be too small for him to make her his? Would it not feel good to him because she might be too little? Those were the little fears that came up, but none of them were big enough, important enough to even come close to a drop in the ocean of her desire for this… She curled up around him, wrapping her arms about his neck, looking up into his eyes… Seeing the way he was looking at her, and they both knew the world was full of words they could have said, but the most perfect of all… Was the silence they shared… They spoke without words, they spoke with their hearts, their souls… She knew his concern, it was a little similar to hers, but rather than show her own… She offered him something more, she offered him all the love she had in her heart, the mix of it with her raw desire and passionate need for him… Enough to gently ease his fears off… And while perhaps not completely, enough for him to know, to see how much she wanted this…
When their lips met it was as if every kiss they had before had come together, rolled into one perfect meeting, that heady mix of lust and desire with the deeper perfection of love… Adoration… Tenderness… Acceptance… It all blended together into this spicy sweetness that drugged her better than anything that wine could have accomplished, leaving her head so thickly fogged she could barely think, simply living for the sensations… Reactions… The way he felt atop her was so perfect, it was heady and lush and left her whining kittenishly, a writhing little mass under him… The way their bodies met… His bare cock sliding easily over her soaked little pussy, each thrust making her gasp and arch, digging her toes into his calves as she struggled to take him into her… The angle never quite right… Just enough to torment and tease… Oh he was driving her insane, the second build up was worse than the first, until she felt like her entire body was one live wire… Full of sparks and tingles and all she could do was try to remember to breathe… Every moan fed her own, reminded her to inhale as she breathed him in, to force her heart to beat… Towards the near end she just gave up any semblance of knowing what to do or what was going to happen, surrendering to the moment entirely, giving in to him… And it was then his hand found her core as she cried out sweetly, only for it to get sharper, hotter when he slid his finger into her… She tossed her head back on the rug as she slid her hands down between them, placing them over his as she used his hand to fuck herself as best she could, shattered half formed sobs and moans as she felt herself coming closer… Closer to that peak… Arching into him over and over again as their bodies met and writhed together, dancing to a melody of their hearts, words and lyrics in their own language… “Please-.. Please-… I’m…. I’m going to…-“ She gasped out brokenly, so, so close… On the edge… The cliff looming…
She felt him shift, a small movement, easily glossed over… She would have taken it for what it was if not for his hand moving, the way he slid his finger out of her, earning a frustrated… Broken sob… Her legs quaking as they held him on either side, throwing her head back against the soft fur as she cried out her need, her hands in her hair… She was going to break if he kept this build up then stop right at the peak… That was when she noticed what he was doing… The head of his cock pressed against her opening… There was a sudden sweet gasp, combined with the pleasure of his fingers over her clit, the way he kept her on that cusp… That delicious build that only married the pressure of his cock entering her beautifully, making her writhe and tremble… She released her own hair and moved her arms up to hold him close, to cling to him, feeling him slowly pushing in… She was soaking wet and after one orgasm already she was deliciously relaxed, thought here was no denying the resistance, the tightness of her… But that was from the sheer fact that Jacob was going to be taking her virginity, she was untouched and pure, and not at all from her being unsure or unready… “Please…” She whispered, almost unheard against that kiss, perhaps more felt than actually spoken… Her heart jerking, stalling, stuttering in her chest… He furiously began to stroke over her pleasured clit and she shattered, clinging to him like she was drowning and he was the only thing to save her, feeling him push farther in… The kiss breaking when she felt that pop… The head of his cock… Albeit muted because she was still spasming around him in pleasure, gasping and sobbing, legs tight about his waist…
Sweet… Decadent… Delicious pain…
They were both struggling at this point, the kiss broken as they shared this intense moment, and it wasn’t even the finale… She was still intact, she could feel by the sting, the burn… All of it chased around by the sheer pleasure of the lasting echoes of her orgasm, taking the sharp edge from it as she held him close, their lips meeting again… She was careful not to move, just feeling him push inside her, the slow… Tender… Loving way he was trying to make sure she was able to adjust… No sudden thrust… This was a gentle deflowering that was full of more pleasure than anything else… Locked in another kiss she felt his hand shift… Move… Sliding up… To cover her breast, making her gasp suddenly against that kiss, arching up into him… His moans… The curse… She was being torn apart in every way, spiritually and physically she was on the biggest change of her life, an irrevocable moment that would never be undone… She could have cried no… But why would she? Yes the pain was back, but it was tempered beautifully with the pleasure of his hand atop her breast, his breath fanning over her skin… How close he held her… Cradling her… Like she would break… A few moments more… One last push… She cried out sharply when she felt that tear, the white hot flash of pain, the way his forehead was resting on her shoulder as he groaned… She moved in to nestle her head against his, a soft kiss to his shoulder as he remained still, letting her adjust to the… Change… It was… Different… It didn’t hurt nearly as much as she thought it would…It was more like a quick sudden sting, like when a tree limb lashes you, followed by a slow deep throbbing… IT matched very beat of her heart, a slow pulse between her legs as her body stretched, molded to him… She could smell blood on the air mixed with sex and sweat, the wine and the smoke from the fireplace, the scent of his skin… Once that dull throb began to abate she just felt the fullness of him… The thick torpid length of his silk clad steel rod… “Jacob…” She would whisper gently, soothing her hands lovingly up and down his back, showing him without words she was alright… “You feel…” She breathed, sliding her legs down, resting her toes in the crook behind his knees… And she moved… Tentatively… A bit afraid it might make the pain come back… When all she felt was the incredible sensation of him pulling inside her… The thick head of his shaft dragging along her walls made her suddenly gasp and cry out sweetly… Another fragile rock… Sliding him in… Deeper this time… Ohmyfucking-!!” She moaned suddenly, sliding him in and out of herself slowly, the pain now?... Little more than a distant memory… Instead she was awash with pleasure, new and incredible, spectacular and really quite marvelous… “Le Melin…” She whimpered, fingers curling into his hair once more as she guided him to look down at her, her fingers stroking through his hair… He could see the look in her eyes, what she wanted, needed… He had made her cum three times now… She… She was ready for his… For that perfect feeling she remembered so sweetly… For the heavy richness of his cum inside her… For his climax… To finish what they had started and danced with for so many nights… “Show me… How to love you… How to… Move…” She got out around shattered breaths, unable to resist rocking under him, little tilts of her pelvis that send him moving inside her… And these were just small things… She could easily imagine that when he began to move she would end up orgasming more than once just from the sensations alone…
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Post by Deleted on Jun 20, 2017 22:01:18 GMT 9.5
..he had settled in there beside her.. her lithe frame curling in closer to his.. she was breathless.. he could hear it.. little gasps..he was stuck at a mini cross roads.. he wanted this.. even more than this and he knew she did too.. but he also didnt want to hurt her.. knowing full well that it would.. even if it was only a little.. so he was hesitant.. he watched her as she rolled over onto her back.. those creamy white thighs of her parting.. she was beckoning him to her.. everything around them just moving into little more than a blur as she curled those fingers.. drawing him in.. he pulled himself up a little.. before he would slide down between those parted legs.. feeling the heat of her skin even through the fabric of his slacks.. his gaze.. that rich green and blue drank in the sight that was before him.. her in all her beautiful glory.. the way those tiny nipples hardened.. the sounds of her breath catching.. the delicate shudders that were barely even felt.. his lids grew heavy when he heard her call out his name.. that half whimper.. half sigh.. his heart ached..leaning down over her.. she'd be able to feel that weight.. before his lips would collide with the gentle curve of her jawline.. little ghost like kisses..
his teeth nipping at the soft sweetly scented skin.. he asked her if she was sure.. that.. they could stop. at any time if she wasn't.. only to hear her say she didn't want any of it to stop.. before he'd feel those tits of hers pressed to his bare chest.. oh that made him grit his teeth down.. a shuddered breath forced through.. he slid his hand down between them both.. dipping lower to torment.. to tease.. to keep those fires stoked and burning brightly...and her reactions gave him all the direction he needed.. he was nothing if not an exceptionally good listener.. -.. Thats it.. -he whispered softly against her shoulder..though his words turned into more of a hiss when she gripped at his hair.. when she lifted up to meet his movements.. when she bucked her hips he'd apply a bit more weight to force her back down.. so she'd feel the different sensations.. the soft heat from his fingers and the rougher texture of his slacks.. all rubbing against that sensitive little wet slit of hers.. he would draw her up.. and up.. and up. only to let go before she fell.. only to pull back and not allow her to find that release.. not just yet anyway.. and then he'd do it all over again..
circling that little pleasure bead.. rubbing.. sliding his fingers along the length of her slit.. it was all in effort to frustrate her.. to make her stiffen.. tighten.. before his lips would seek out those tiny nipples..the tip of his tongue flicking against them both.. right and then left.. a hot breath washing over newly damp skin.. her nails though.. raking down his back made him growl.. made him buck harder against that sweet pussy of hers... before he would suddenly pull away.. pull back.. he heard the broken sobs.. the panting there.. making the corners of his lips curl in response.. fuck she was cute.. he removed his belt.. unbuttoning his slacks.. the zipper down.. the fabric soon following.. boots a distant memory as he returned to that knelt position.. watching her as she watched him.. his lips parted and he took a breath when she reached for him.. to brush her fingers down his bare chest.. he reached around then.. to capture her hand.. turning it over as he pressed his lips to the back of it.. -.. My princess..-he whispered..
releasing her hand as he reached for the cushions just behind her.. getting her to lift up just a little.. just enough for him to place them beneath her.. he wanted her ass up..her body on that slight angle.. it would pay off in the end.. before he slid his hands up along the delicate feminine curves of her body.. his own lowering down to meet hers.. to brush against hers.. skin to skin.. heat to heat.. he drew in a breath.. exhaling it very slowly-.. you are so incredibly soft.. -he spoke quietly..then resting above her.. their faces lined up.. their eyes meeting.. lingering.. gazing.. he watched her.. though very little to near nothing was said..it didn't need to be.. they knew what was going on in each others heads to a degree.. he felt her arms wrapping about the back of his neck.. he leant down a little more.. a little further to capture those sweet supple lips of hers.. drawing her in for one fucking fantastic little kiss.. it was sheer perfection..
a mixture of love and lust.. it was tender and sweet.. heady and wanton.. gasped breaths sounded out.. soft murmurs soon following along behind.. his head was a complete mess.. just a room filled with thick fog.. all he could hear was her.. smell was her.. taste was her.. nothing else mattered..he tormented her a little further.. his cock sliding up and down that slick wet slit of hers.. she'd be able to have felt that hardness.. the size of it.. though he made sure to keep the angle just off.. so she couldn't just take control without warning.. he felt her writhing.. trembling.. shifting beneath him.. the way her little hips rose up ..the way the grip she had upon him tightened to an almost strangle hold.. he slid his hand down between her thighs once more.. lower..before he would glide it up into her..
watching as she arched back and stiffened.. her own small hand finding the back of his to hold it in place as she fucked herself with it.. the corners of his lips curled into that grin there.. Oh that was impressive.. he curled that finger every now and then.. making it drag against those extremely slick inner walls.. and every so often he'd buck against her when she forced the finger back in.. so she'd feel that sudden body jolt.. she started to plead with him.. that she was so close that she was about to cum.. and thats when he shifted.. when his fingers pulled way.. he chuckled a her frustrated broken little sob.. he felt the trembling of her thighs.. her legs quaking around him.. -.. shhh.. -he whispered softly.. all the while she was struggling and throwing her hands up in her hair he was shifting his position.. lining himself up so to speak.. before she would have felt that thick rounded cocks head at her tight little entrance.. though he didn't dive into her .. no.. his actions were slow and gentle.. he plied his fingers to her clit.. little circles.. making her writhe and shift as he gradually glided into her.. little by little he would add a little more pressure..
gritting his teeth down at just how fucking tight she was..thankfully she was soaking wet.. he at least had that going for him.. he had claimed her lips once more.. a slightly shaken distracted kiss.. both breaths sounding more than a touch broken.. his fingers didn't let up.. they continued to stroke.. to rub and circle that clit as he pushed.. as he slid that little but further.. before the kiss inevitably broke when he managed to stretch her out wide enough to accommodate the head.. he groaned.. -. Fuuck.. -he exhaled long and deep.. sure he could have just dove right down into her.. one forced move.. it would have just about killed her.. their lips met once more.. they were joined in that moment.. even if it was only a little.. it was further than they had gotten up until this point.. his tongue dipped down into the heated depths of her mouth.. tasting her.. stealing from her each shaken breath that was expelled.. he was listening and watching her closely.. if she looked to be getting upset or hurt he would stop immediately..
his actions were already incredibly slow to allow her time to adjust to him.. he removed his fingers from her slit finally..dragging them up to palm one of her beautiful breasts.. she arched up into him and he plied her back down to the rug there.. his fingers curled inward.. gripping that fleshy globe.. rolling the nipple between a couple.. he just desired to touch her.. to feel all of her.. he had glided further into her.. a little more.. and then a little further before he felt that resistance.. it made him pause.. to hold.. though his brain was a foggy mess he knew what that was.. the kiss broke.. his forehead came to rest there upon her shoulder as he gave that sudden push.. he held her tightly in that moment.. he heard her sharp little cry.. his free hand lifted from her breast to cradle the back of her head when she leant it in closer to his..feeling her lips to the round of his shoulder.. he remained still.. allowing her that little bit longer to adjust as he lifted his head to look to her.. he heard her calling his name.. felt those fingers gliding up and down his back ..-.. Rose.. -he whispered.. his voice a little deeper.. a bit more gravelly.. his gaze lingered upon hers.. watching her closely as his hand shifted from her head to brush against her cheek.. he was greatful.. incredibly so that she was ok.. that she wasn't upset.. she didn't appear to be in a great amount of pain..though that shrill cry earlier would remain with him for quite some time to come..his lips parted..-.. You feel incredible..
-he spoke at barely a whisper.. feeling her legs shifting.. the way she was resting her toes behind his knees before she would move herself.. and he'd remain still.. she was feeling him out.. so to speak.. though when he felt his cock dragging against her inner walls.. that coupled with her gasp and sweet little cry he trembled.. he groaned.. -.. Oh good god.. -he whined.. swallowing down a breath that was threatening to catch against his throat.. her fingers soon tangled in his hair.. he was lowered.. guided to look to her.. and he wasn't waiting for an invitation.. he claimed those lips once more.. his tongue diving down into her mouth as he began to glide up into her.. slow and gradual at first..a shallow thrust.. in and then out.. almost completely all the way before he would thrust deeper.. till they were hip to hip.. skin to skin.. he was in as far as he could possibly go.. the kiss only breaking when breaths were needed to be taken.. or sweet cries of pleasure sounded out.. she felt in-fucking-credible.. tight, wet and hot.. her body smelt lush.. she felt so soft beneath him..
his brows furrowed from the sheer frustration every now and then.. the build up.. the pressure deep down within him was slowly beginning to bubble there.. he picked up the pace a little when her body allowed her to adjust.. though even when it did.. she remained vice like.. so tight..he broke the kiss away as he buried his head upon her shoulder.. groaning through grit down teeth-.. lift your hips up as I thrust inward.. -he whispered into her right ear.. -. meet me.. half way.. it will force me deeper.. -he whined.. though he wasn't sure how long he would last if she did that for any great length of time.. he would thrust up into her and if she rolled up to meet him she'd no doubt feel the difference.. and the sounds when they did meet.. just added fuel to the lust bonfire.. his lips found her shoulder.. his tongue dragging along that soft rise.. to the side of her neck where he would suddenly.. without warning bite.. not hard.. not enough to draw blood.. but enough to graze and bruise.. his hips not relenting.. not pausing as he glided that hardened throbbing length into her over and over.. -.. Fuck you're beautiful.. -he'd whine.. brushing his lips to the mark he had left behind before he would slowly rise up away from her.. though not withdrawing.. just pausing.. just halting whilst his cock remained inside her tight little slit.. stretching her all the more.. his hands glided down those long creamy white legs of hers.. reaching back to hook behind her knees.. he parted her a little wider before bending them in-.. put your feet on my chest angel.. -he'd whisper.. guiding her up until they were in position there.. before he would reach around.. one hand would keep her ankles in place.. the other would slide lower.. a thumb would press to her clit as he began to thrust into her.. slow but in a regular rhythm.. he'd watch her.. her eyes.. the way her lips parted with every breath she took and every moan she made.. he groaned.. he moaned and whimpered.. he couldn't help the needful wine that sounded whenever he knew he was growing closer to that cusp there.. though that would usually be when he slowed to a near tormenting fucking tease of a crawl.. his cocks head dragging so painstakingly slow against her inner walls.. and he just about withdrew every time..
she would have felt how the ridges around his wide head would be pulling against her entrance before he would dive back into her.. one full hard thrust.. skin slapping.. before he would hold it.. sure he was teasing her.. he was tormenting her.. he was making sure she felt absolutely everything.. but it was just about killing him with how good it all felt.. he was no virgin.. he'd had his fair share of women in his past.. but it was nothing like this.. not even close.. his breath caught quickly.. he was gasping as sweat trickled down his back.. he needed her though and this position whilst it was addictive.. it meant he was a little further back than he wanted..-.. mm.. no.. no.. I need those lips.. -he'd whine.. releasing the hold on her ankles as he suddenly reached around her..
lifting her up till her body was pressed to his ..his cock buried deeply up into her sweet wet slit.. he turned and lifted.. till his ass pressed to the couch.. her knees resting upon the cushions either side of his thighs.. she was now upon his lap.. his hands reaching around to grip onto that gorgeous ass of hers..-.. Much better.. -he exhaled a shaken breath.. she would have felt each and every throb of his cock in those moments.. he was aching.. he pulled her in tight to him.. one hand lifted from her ass to reach around to grip the back of her neck as he guided her down to kiss him.. lips meeting.. a hungry deep passion driven kiss ensued.. -.. Ride me.. -he breathed into her mouth.. before his words were replaced by his tongue.. he released the hold from her neck.. to hold her ass once more.. guiding her just a little.. to lift and fall.. to feel his width.. that thick rod sliding in and out of her.. how she could grind if she desired it.. how she could lean.. she could go fast or slow.. harder or soft.. every so often he'd grip onto her hips and he'd force up into her.. just to feel those beautiful breasts of hers bouncing against his chest.. his growls and moans would become a lot more frequent.. she'd feel the tremble.. the shudder.. the way his muscles tensed.. he wouldn't last much longer at all-
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Post by BadInfluence on Jun 21, 2017 5:28:33 GMT 9.5
Every kiss was a new line, every touch another paragraph, writing his story in her skin like an author with ink… When he moved to lay atop her, she felt more than just the gentle weight of his body, she felt the full weight of destiny there… It was subtle… Sweet… A gentle adore that welcomed her home as surely as a soul could be called such. Every stoke he made between her legs, between his fingers and the grit of his slacks was like heaven and hell all at once, knowing what she had… And what lay just between them, a gift unopened, tempting and beautifully wrapped. They could have stopped, adhered to some foolish mortal idea that sex before marriage was a sin, they could have waited… They could also wait to eat and starve to death in the process… Wait to drink and die of thirst… To her the moment they were dancing towards was just as vital, as necessary to life itself as either of those, and stopping in her mind… Was going to kill her just as sure as the absence of meat and mead… She knew his questions were born out of love, out of compassion, a concern for her… There was no way to avoid the pain and they both knew it, but the pain wasn’t really a concern to her, her thoughts lay in much more pleasurable avenues…
The question asked and the answer given, they moved past all hesitation now, beyond a moment when it might rise again. His hand sliding between her legs and the instant reaction of arching up against him, needing to feel and touch, to have as much skin in contact with him as she could. She would be lying if those sounds he made didn’t drive her absolutely wild, every time he groaned or hissed were sharply focused on my her, savored and relished like a forbidden treat… Parts of her mind holding onto it tightly, forming this addiction to them, a pressing insistent need to hear them more… To learn every single part of her body that caused those sounds to rise from him… On the same hand though her thoughts were so easily scattered when he touched her, listening to every whisper her body made while her lips were silent, somehow knowing exactly what she wanted… Needed… Before she herself did. Even his breathless words, the whisper of encouragement only drove her that much higher, her fingers fisting on his hair as he hissed. His hair was too thick, too glorious not to be one of her favorite places to hold, to grip and tug as he blew her to pieces… The mix of his long beautiful fingers and the texture of his slacks had her close to her peak, another shatteringly sweet orgasm that she wanted hungrily, eagerly reached for… About to find it…
Then he stopped…
She cried out brokenly, like a child who’s favorite thing is taken away by another child, nearly having a fit… Sobbing and writhing, her nipples still wet from the lashing of his tongue and perfect teeth, her core throbbing as it held the echoes of what almost was… She didn’t regret dragging her nails down his back, in a fit of feline anger she would have bitten him too if he hadn’t pulled away, the energy that was left from an almost peak making her tremble and breathe in half birthed little gasps… Stunted pants… When she opened her eyes again she saw he was naked, for the first time since they started this adventure, without dim lights or the shade of darkness… Just him… Beautifully illuminated by setting sun and the golden glow from the fireplace… He was beautiful, more than that even, making her wonder if he was just figments of her dreams… This perfect male that was hers, all hers, this God like creature that had come to earth… That she had found hiding in plain sight… He was perfect and sometimes she was terrified she would wake up and find he was just a figment of her nighttime rendezvous… She couldn’t help reaching out to touch him, to touch him, gently running her fingers down his chest… The words slipped from her lips without conscious thought, but his reply, the response as he took her hand… Kissing the back of it as he called her his princess… When ever she thought she had given him all of her heart, he did something like that, somehow able to steal another part of she wasn’t aware that didn’t already reside in his chest… She squeezed his hand softly before he released it, having her lift up so he could slide the pillow there, the angle… Unfamiliar to her but surely it had to have meant something, with what he had shown her so far, was showing her? Nothing was done without a purpose…
She shivered when he ran his fingers over her body, learning every dip and swell of her, making her bite her lips in anticipation… Her body still quivering from that high she hadn’t been allowed to fall from… She arched up to meet him. Fingers tracing down his shoulders, the strong caps of muscle there before dipping lower, along the rise of his biceps… Learning, tracing his curves and the lines of his vivid rich ink, as ensorcelled by him as he was by her… A spell that had nothing to do with wine, location, or any divine influence… It was just them, together, exactly as they were meant to be… Two beings, made for one another, finally finding their other half after searching for so very long… “And your deliciously strong…” It was a heady mix, knowing he was easily strong enough to send someone flying into a pack of tables with one punch, and yet also knowing just how incredibly gentle he was with her… How soft and tender… Loving… Attentive… It was a drug she was hooked on and would never get enough of, just everything he was, everything she knew he had the potential to become… All of it, rolled into this sweetly perfect package, she was damned… Beautifully, ideally, obsessively damned to an existence that revolved around him and all he was. It was there in the way she looked at him, complete and utter devotion, love and understanding… Acceptance… Fidelity… But most of all Love… Raw… Unpolluted, unadulterated, unfiltered Love. Pure and honest as the emotion ever could have been… No words were needed at that point… They could read the whispers in each other eyes…
The kiss was… Incredible… Hot and sweet, hard and velveteen, that mix of firm and pliant all at once that left her head spinning like a top. It was a mix, a touch of every other kiss they had shared before, with love lust and a little raw hot fucking need throw into the mix to leave them both utterly shafted… Deliciously so… His hand over her core while he kept his body flush to hers had her writhing under him, arching up to meet his fingers hungrily, the heady mix of cock and crooked fingers… Was it any wonder she was rocking her hips hungrily, trying over and over again to achieve that fullness, that lush pressure? He kept her just shy of it though, as if he knew that if the chance came up, she would have taken the reigns in a heart beat and taken him into herself… Perhaps it was the fact he knew that and kept her just shy that made her writhe even more, like he was giving her crumbs of cake but not letting her have a full bite, just these little tastes… She nearly fused herself to him, toes curling in behind his knees, her breasts pressed perfectly flush to his chest… Nails raking down his back or buried in his hair before he finally slid into her, not his cock but his finger, and that… Was enough for her wild, needy little body to jump at, her hand sliding between them to hold his hand there… To use that sweet strong hand of his to fuck herself, getting hotter and hotter still, and when he curled it… Bucked against her… Gave her that added layer of oomph… Oh yes she was close, about to scream really, telling him she was there… On the cusp… Ready to climax… She THOUGHT he would help her get there… Slide another finger into her perhaps, spank her ass or bite her, something to send her off… But no… No he pulled away and she nearly lost it.
The soft shh earned him a bite from her, full and hard on that sweet spot between shoulder and neck, the raking of her nails down his ribs before she sagged back… Hands in her hair as she tossed her head in pure feminine frustration, nearly vibrating she was trembling so hard, sobbing brokenly at being taken to that peak… And unceremoniously dropped. AGAIN. He was lucky she was lost in that rick fog or she would have done a lot worse than bite him, but then again he did make up for it a few moments later, the way he was batting the head of his cock against her tiny opening… Slowly working it in… It was pressure and pulling all at once, like your skin being too tight, and yet… It was incredibly addictive, lush, downright insane and a beautiful sort of madness… Without his fingers it would have been a decadent agony but with them it was out of this world… Kept her hot… Sweet… Soaking wet… “Ohnnnnghhh- y-y-esss-!” She whined as he got deeper… Deeper still, circling his fingers over her clit like he knew drove her wild, leaving her panting under him… The delicious weight of him atop her keeping her still… Grounded… A slave to him but oh… What a willing one… The kiss was needed on both sides, a sort of desperation driving it, a need to hold close… To cling… A way to ground themselves while they felt as though they might fly apart… Every sound he made was a reminder she had to breathe, but every attempt, every single effort was futile… Gasps… Pants… Aborted breaths as she struggled to inhale, each time ending in white hot moans of pleasured pain or cries of need, desperate desire… It only got worse the more he touched her, the deeper he went, until he was inside her… The head of his cock fully nestled within her, stretching her, a forewarning… A running messenger that this was only the beginning… Just the start of something more… A promise of pain… And pleasure…
Did she need him to stop? To slow down? To hesitate? Not at all… All he would see on her face was a mask of pleasured agony, the furrowing of her brows as she writhed under him, needing more… Wanting… When he shattered her she came hard and sweet, the feeling of his torpid fullness inside her only added an element she had never known before, sending her that much higher… Hotter… In that moment showing her a peek behind that curtain, part of the reason why people had sex in the first place, the pleasure from it… She clung to him as she spiraled out of control, every flutter and pulse around him, dragging him deeper… Encouraging him to push that much farther… Taking off the edge of pain that might have lingered and washing it with a sticky sweet wave of lust… Satisfaction… She floated on that cloud for some minutes as he made her deflowering as slow, painless, and gentle as he could… When he came to that final wall, the veil between innocence and carnal knowledge, she knew it was there as much as he did… The gentle pressure as he pushed deeper, the sting as it began to tug inside her in a way she couldn’t have explained, the budding pain… The tempering of it when he grabbed he breast, the pleasure that started to flow out instantly from that touch, the way he was rolling… Tugging and pinching her nipple between his skilled fingers had her writhing in pleasure under him again, enough so that when he finally pushed past that barrier, that last frontier… The pain though sharp, was more of a fast sting followed by a deep throbbing, far from something that would have made her pull away and refuse to continue… The cry was unavoidable, it was like getting struck with a switch from a tree, just a blooming of red hot pain but it was over in a moment… The only evidence of it beside the blood on their thighs from the tearing was the echoing pulse beat there… It was actually… Sweet… That pain was cradled by his arms, the way he held her close as if she would break, like he was trying to shelter her from it… It took it from something just a bit raw and aching to a precious moment… It shifted it all for her, tore down the last walls she had erected around herself, let her simply be… No longer afraid of herself or the people she might meet, she accepted everything in the shelter of his embrace, trusting in it more than she had trusted anything in her life…
She had whispered his name, gently running her fingers up and down his bath, soothing him… Knowing he was likely afraid that he had hurt her… Perhaps feeling the sting of disappointment in himself, thinking he could have avoided it somehow, as if there were a way to make the act painless… But to her? The fact it hurt made it all the more beautiful, far more precious to her, because the greatest moments in life are always followed with a touch of pain… It’s what makes them real. She pressed her lips to the round of his shoulder as he whispered her name, hearing the slight croak there, and she wondered… Did it hurt him too? Or was this the graveled rasp of someone holding back?... “Thank you…” She breathed as he gentle stroked his fingers along her cheek, turning her head to kiss his fingers, the palm of his hand… There was pain but it was small, decadent, like the sting of his fingers in her hair when he gave up to passion… “It was… So much better than I… Ever imagined… So sweet… Perfect.” What he had given her was a gift she could never give back, he had become her lover, taken her virginity in a way that was so tender… So loving… It was, in her mind, the best way it could have ever been done… No one could have ever been more ideal… It was a pain tempered by love and if there was something that could ever feel better than that, she didn’t want to know, because she couldn’t handle it… She could barely accept the perfection of this… When he said she felt incredible she blushed, seeing that as the highest of compliments, secretly more than a little pleased that he enjoyed the feeling of her so much… She was afraid in a way he might not find her to his liking, that her virginity would put him off a bit, make it… Unpleasant for him… His words that she felt incredible put that fear to rest… Perhaps even… Encouraged her…
She sifted her legs a bit, resting her toes there in the crook of his knee, using the added height to move… To rock her hips a little… Curious to know what it felt like… What HE felt like… That tentative little movement on her part, feeling his cock slide out just a touch, the way he dragged against her walls… Feeling every vein, every throb of his heart beat, the heat… There was no resisting the tremble, the gasp and sweet cry of pleasure, it was… Beyond words… She couldn’t even imagine how to explain it, all she knew was that it drove her to get more, so much more… Rocking again to slide him deeper now as he whined, her pussy inadvertently clamping down around him at the sound, just an echo of what would come later… A sign she found his words, the sounds he made, incredibly arousing. She asked… Pleaded… For him to show her what pleased him… What worked… How he wanted it… Dragging him down for a kiss as their lips met and oh God… It was like a circuit being completed, the charge was live, electric and white hot… She cried out more than once against his lips, learning to move, to accept him inside her… The push and pull… The entrances and exits… Give and take… He was so fucking huge… Even now, soaking wet and no longer a virgin, he still felt as though he was going to rid her in half… Though the sensation, far from displeasing, made her actually crave it all the more… It was a sort of wild craving that made her body get slicker still around him, to lure him deeper, promising oh… So many luscious things… When he drove home fully that first time she went a little wild, her hands finding his ass as she sunk her nails into him, holding him there as she cried out his name against his lips… Stealing every breath he had as she held him there, feeling him so deep it was as if he were in her throat, every inch of her consumed by it… She held him there as she got drunk on the sensations before she relaxed a touch, letting him move again, learning the rhythm of his body… A new dance he was teaching her…
He began to move a little faster, his reward a new sort of cry from her, something throaty and impossibly decadent… Lush… Rich and vivid… The kiss breaking as he gave her instructions, a way to move with him, to take him even deeper… Was it even possible? Like hell if she was going to let the chance pass them by. She had to shift a little, she was so much smaller than him but digging her heels into his lower back she was able to get that leverage needed to rock up into him half way, and the reward… “OHMIJESUSFUCKINGCHRIST!” She cried out suddenly on that first thrust, feeling him bottom out inside her, arching up hard into him as she gripped his shoulders hard enough to leave bruises… “Oh-Ohfuck! P-p-please!” She cried out, panting, and began to rock with him… Hard and deep, each thrust making her cry out over and over again, her head buried in his shoulder as her body ramped up hard and fast… “R-rith- Right- Oh please fucking GOD-… Jacob- My Jacob It’s- I’m-!” She stuttered and stalled, tossing her head back into the rug, curiously arching up to meet him… Her body was growing tighter and tighter still, nearly fusing to him as she began to tremble almost violently, her thighs… Her calves… Her legs on fire from using them in a way she had never done so before… It burned and she wanted more… More… More… And she got it the moment he bit her, feeling his teeth sink into her neck was like dropping a ten ton weight onto a spun glass mirror, shattering her into dust as she screamed his name like someone in a religious fervor. She came hard and deep, her first orgasm not spurned on by her clit but by something deeper, hidden spits inside herself she never would have known existed… Making her buck and writhe and cry as she gave up into it with a fury of abandon, raking her nails all over every inch of him she could, flooding his cock and balls with her cum… Coating him with her nectar as she gave everything up to him, her pussy locking up tight around his cock, giving him the hardest run for his money he had probably ever had…
She sagged back down into the rug, about as substantial as melted butter, sharp shallow little pants as her chest fluttered rapidly… She was flushed… Glowing… Stunningly beautiful and utterly sated… Complete… He slowly pulled away, not pulling out but removing their fully flushed skin from one another, opening eyes the color of amber and emerald to look up at him… A warm… Loving… Dreamy smile on her lips… She thought they were done… He had only just started… She stretched a little, wriggled her ass down a bit to do as he asked, wondering what he was getting up to… Little feet pressed to his chest, her toes resting right over his clavicle and his tattooed skin, her cheeks taking on a deeper hue… That position changed the feeling… A LOT… Her nipples hardening all over again as she bit her lip, whining just a little, unsure if she… Well… After that orgasm she wasn’t even sure if she could… Again… “FUCKME!” She cried out sweetly, sharply the moment he took that first plunge, her eyes widening and her head rolling back onto the rug… Her toes instantly curling over his strong chest as her thighs fused in… Capturing… Trying to lock his hand between her legs as he began to fuck her… Slow and deep… Oh this was fucking MADNESS! “H-h-how! F-fuck! I- Jesu-“ She cried out, arching up into him then, using the position to bring him deeper… Fuller… She thought she had had THE orgasm… That it was over… Done… A Few sweet strokes for him to climax and they’d be sated… Satisfied… Yeah. Fucking. Right. This? This was unlike anything she had read in that book, unlike what she had heard, even seen… This was wilder than any fantast a mad, or sane woman, could ever dream up! “Yes! Yes! Please! Don’t- Don’t Stop! R-right there! Th-that’s-! Oooohnnnnfffuck! More! More-more-more!” She cried out, she pleaded and writhed, she begged and whined and mewled… She raked her nails over him in pleasure more than once before she turned to her own self, one hand over her belly where she could feel him fucking deep inside her, driving her to pure fucking distraction as she arched and writhed… The other atop her breasts as she stroked and squeezed them each in turn… That slow deep pace, the feel of his thumb slowly rolling over her pearl, it was everything she needed… “JAAAAACOBBBB!-“ [/b] She cried out his name thick and hot as she surged up into him, gripping his thighs as she came for him all over again, this one… She was at a loss for where it started… Where it ended… It rolled from the top of her head down to her toes, from the outside in like the embrace of a hot spring, melting her down into nothing… Pooling in her core where it locked up around him all over again, fluttered and spasmed, coaxed and gripped him like the touch of a well seasoned lover… Urging him towards surrender… The capitulation… Only to surge out and steal her breathe as she spasmed again, dragging his cock ever deeper, a strangle hold over his shaft before it would slowly let up… That deep throbbingly slow pace he had at the end… It only made it last that much longer… Dragged it out… Left her a broken, whimpering mess under him, a woman who had gone well beyond any preconceived notions of pleasure… Gone to heaven and far past it… So far she might never fully be able to come back…
She was moved easily for him, his perfect little doll, holding him close and sweet as he moved… Utterly trusting in everything he did and said, settling down into his lap as he was buried hilt deep in her, bottomed out and pushing… Pulling… Dragging her every which way that left her far more drugged than any substance could come close to… She reached down… Sliding her hands over his as he gripped her plush soft ass, guiding him to sink his fingers into her, knowing how much it pleased them both… Oh she felt him going wild inside of her, the constant bucking and twitching, the writhing as his shaft begged for its own freedom… A living creature alive and unique with needs of its own… “Sweet…SO…So sweet…” She breathed as she rocked down on him, tormenting them both, feeling his fingers grab the back of her neck… A feminine thrill at his dominance surfacing as she went to him without a shred of resistance, lips claimed by his, claiming in return as if she could fuck him with a kiss alone… To make him cum with lips and tongue over his own… Oh she was something… Someone else… A creature he created, molded out of flesh and pleasure, living… Existing only for him… She began to ride him as if he were a stallion she were breaking to saddle, hard and hot, her hands over his as she encouraged him to grip her hard… TO take his pleasure from her in any way he desired… Tits bouncing beautifully on her chest as her hair clung to her sweat damp skin, cheeks flushed, body rosy… Primed… She rocked… Rolled… Gyrated… She tortured him with the feeling of her atop, the way she instinctively knew just how to bounce in his lap, how to roll her hips so his cock was swirled and rolled inside her… Bathing his cock and every inch of it in pleasure, sensations and white hot heat, ensuring he would never… Ever… Crave anyone else… “Cum in me-“ She moaned into that steamy kiss they shared, nipping, biting at his bottom lip… Moving in close… Tight… Changing the angle… Pushing him deeper… Tits to his chest as her nipples danced and swayed against his skin… Nails raking down his chest… “I want it… All of it-… I want to feel you thick white jizz deep inside… At my core… Paint me up… Make me… Mark me… Brand me as yours…” She crooned, a sexual growl and promise all at once, her eyes so dreamy… So drugged as she looked into his own… “Give me your seed… Pump me full of so much cum I’m flooded with it… So deep… Paint my womb with your spunk… I want a baby…” She said at the end, something she had sworn to him she was against, a child was not in her plans… their plans… And yet she was begging him to fuck her and put a baby in her belly… Feminine instinct? That deep-rooted desire to keep him by proving she could provide strong healthy offspring? Or was it something more… Something out of both their hands? Their gods active hands in this? The need, the desire to expand their genealogy? A child born of light and darkness, a chance to create, to master and balance the world they lived in? She didn’t know… She couldn’t have said… Perhaps it was just something as simple as a hidden fetish?... A sexual desire surfacing?
She rode him hard and sweet until he climaxed inside her, the feel of that first violent pulse, the sudden scorching heat inside her… It was all she needed… She shattered along with him, clinging to him, wrapping her legs around him as they both shattered and fell together… So much love… Need… Desire… Pleasure… Satisfaction… It was rich as gold in the air as she clung to him, her lips fused to his, drinking up every sound he made… His breaths were her own, every sound a mirror reflection, drowning in him… Never wanting to come up for air as she sunk lower… Deeper… Back into the embrace of La Petit as she sagged against him… Drifting in oblivion as her body went through the perfect throes of that ideal climax, the ending every woman dreams up but no one, no one would ever have but her… Her head sinking to his shoulder as she clung to him lovingly as she let herself drift… Fully… Completely… Utterly sated… His cum deep and thick inside her… Clinging to her very walls and more, and her body wouldn’t give up that reward easily, not for some time…
While all of this had happened… The perfect fairy tale ending to the chapter of her life where she had been a virgin… And no longer was… The tattoo on her side no longer just showing a touch of color here or there… But beautifully, vividly shaded, a 3D effect that made it appear alive… Real… As if he could reach down and pluck a flower, smell it, feel it’s softness under his fingers… They were Poppies, Roses, Hawthorn and Calendula… All spring flowers, fully bloomed and marking her nature, the path she had chosen without her even realizing it… The seal was broken and she was no longer an elf trying to hide as a human, that would never be possible again, the world would know her… See her… Sense her… Long for her… She had chosen to be a protector and a healer, unlike her mother who had chosen the path of a warrior, and the realm of Arvandor knew it… Knew her… Welcomed her home… Thanked her for the return and once again… There was balance… Arvandor was once again the true heaven it was meant to be, what it had been back in it’s most glorious years, before fatigue and war took their toll on it… The drow, the orcs and the fires, the weather… All of it was lost now…Forgotten… Nature was restored and the very elves could sense it… Feel it… The renewed energy… The way the earth once more rose to meet them, to embrace them, the perpetual mother to her children… All… Because of Jacob… Because of what he had done… The gift of love… Of passion and desire… The very light of him, the gift of his seed inside her, all of it combined to fuel this… A rebirth of Arvandor…
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Post by Deleted on Jun 22, 2017 21:27:38 GMT 9.5
..he gazed down to her as she rested comfortably upon the fur lined rug.. the two of them joined.. as close as they could ever truly possibly get.. they had finally taken that step..he'd not been to terribly sure about it.. and if he were completely honest with himself he would have admitted to the fact that he was planning to wait until the festival.. but..this just felt right.. the way it came about..the general atmosphere.. the little cabin was all their own.. there would be no one to wander in unexpectedly.. there would be no one to call upon him..No one to stumble upon her.. to make her life a living hell.. it was just perfect.. meant to be.. meant to happen. the wine.. the warmth from the open fires place.. the desire they both held onto strongly.. when it was all placed down onto the table.. it just lead them to this position.. him resting atop her supple little body.. her arms reaching for him.. eyes locked.. lingering.. lips offering up professions of love and need for each other.. and their bodies connected.. her noises.. those sounds she made just drove him crazy.. everything from the little breathy whimpers to the murmurs and moans.. her gasps.. and when she called out his name.. oh his heart just about leapt clean from his chest.. it was an ache he was growing to want more of.. an addiction he figured he would never ever truly sate.. he wanted more of her.. so so very much more..she shifted.. he was halting..
pausing almost to allow her body to adjust to the size of him.. he was still extremely worried about hurting her.. she was just so tiny.. and tighter than he had experienced.. he released a faint hiss when she moved.. when she took those reigns .. when she felt him out so to speak.. feeling his cocks head dragging against those hot slick inner walls.. before diving deeper into her once more.. oh he couldn't have held back the moan if he tried..the clamping though.. that made him grit his teeth down..her little pleas.. the almost begging.. in that soft sweet voice of hers.. it was like a match to petrol.. how could he possibly say no to that.. she could have asked him for anything in that moment and she probably would have gotten it..he leant down..the muscles in his arms and shoulders shifting.. twitching and grabbing as their lips met once more.. the kiss filled with desire..with need and want.. he showed her.. what pleased him.. the rolls of his hips.. the shorter trusts only to dip those longer slower ones in every so often.. the cries continued.. his own mingling with hers as the two of them moved in unison.. his hands wandered along her frame.. feeling out those beautiful curves.. the feminine dips and swells.. how soft she was.. how fucking incredible she smelt..all of it..
he was like prey to her in those moments.. he growled when she sunk her nails down into his ass.. his cock finding its place as deeply down inside her as it possibly could.. stretching out that tight little hole.. she would have felt every throb and twitch.. before she finally let him move once more.. picking up the pace.. moving that little bit faster.. the deeper throaty cries caught his attention.. making his eyes settle upon her features.. to watch her.. -. Fuck yes.. -he groaned..those sultry sounds were doing all manner of bad bad things to him.. he decided to switch things up just a little.. instructing her with that deeper gravelly tone to lift her ass up and meet him half way.. how it would force his cock a little deeper.. a little shifting.. before she lifted up as he thrust down .. her own growling cries were met with a deeper one of his own..-.. FUCK.. -he trembled there against her.. she arched up so tightly.. so harshly against him.. he plied his weight to force her back down atop the rug.. his forehead to hers there as they breathed hard against each others faces.. groaning.. growling.. hissing and moaning.. all coming as they more or less slapped against one another..
he bottomed out.. over and over.. and over.. he was doing all he could to stop himself from just planting his hands down upon her hips and just fucking her.. he reached around to cradle the back of her head when she buried it in his shoulder.. he wasn't about to stop.. certainly not with her calling out to him.. telling him to keep going.. that he was just in the right spot.. pushing her further and further to the edge.. before she just shattered in his arms.. screaming his name.. it echoed throughout the entire cabin.. he shuddered against her as he himself stiffened.. her pussy clamped tighter than a vice around his cock in those moments.. the climax ripping through her and it was trying so damn hard to milk him in the process.. making him gasp and groan.. -.. Fuck.. Fuck.. -he cried out.. -.. Thats it.. roll with it.. -he didn't slow or stop he continued to thrust into her.. just dragging that orgasm of hers out a little more and then a little more.. it would be some time before that extremely slick slit of hers would let up.. and release him a little..
he lifted his chin.. brushing his lips to hers.. just a light little kiss before he slowly pulled himself into that seated position.. his hands gliding along her legs.. he asked of her to lift her legs.. to place her feet to his chest.. watching as she wriggled.. laughing a little.. cause fuck she was adorable.. he would give her a moment.. watching as she rested so lazily upon the rug.. he wouldn't really give her any warning.. before he plunged that thick hard rod back into her.. he hissed through grit down teeth.. watching as she arched up.. as her head rocked back into the cushions-/. Fuck yes beautiful.. -he called to her.. his hand had slid between her thighs.. tormenting her sensitive little clit as he glided that cock in and out of her.. he rocked his hips .. rolling.. grinding into her as he held one hand upon her ankles.. she called to him.. telling him what he was doing.. what was working.. what she wanted more of.. that was an incredibly wonderful ego rub right there.. he groaned.. deep breathy moans would sound as he would dip his head back every so often..
he had been on the cusp more than once.. he'd been right there.. he could have cum in her easily by now.. but no he was holding back.. and it was becoming more and more painful the longer he waited.. he watched her...sweat droplets running down his back.. how she would grab at her own breasts.. teasing.. tormenting herself.. -.. Oh god.. -he whined.. swallowing down a breath that was threatening to catch against the back of his throat.. how hot was it.. watching her like that.. he plied his thumb to her clit once more.. a little more pressure.. rubbing that bit harder before she broke.. his name cried out as she gripped his body so tightly.. enough to just about suck the air out of him.. his hands stilled and he shook.. he rocked his head back as he groaned..-.. Yes angel.. Just like that.. -he cried.. slowing his movements though not stopping.. he continued to just glide in and out of her.. feeling the vice like tightness.. the slick wetness of her multiple climaxes.. how fucking hot she was.. he gasped for breath when that cunt of hers finally released his cock a little.. the tightness was incredible.. he decided as he looked down to her.. that he desired to be closer.. he wanted her lips.. her tongue.. he wanted to be able to feel her tits to his chest.. her bodies warmth.. he reached down to draw her up into his arms..
remaining still locked away inside her.. he turned her around and he planted his ass down upon the couch cushions.. her hot little body soon settling upon his lap.. stretching her out on this rather lush angle..he couldn't help the sudden desire to grip and hold that ass of hers.. it was perfectly rounded and firm.. soft and plush where it needed.. he just wanted more.. he felt her hands resting atop his.. guiding him to sink those nails in deeper and thats just what he did.. enough to leave little pock marks.. enough to bruise..his cock bucked and twitched inside her.. as if it were begging to be freed..his mind was a complete and utter mess.. just ever so foggy and his need for release was so high.. it would be the only thing to fix it..soon though.. not just yet.. he reached suddenly for the back of her neck.. forcing her down so that he could claim those lips.. her tongue and his mingling.. dancing along side one another as he tasted of her..
stole her breath.. he groaned deeply into the depths of her mouth though when she began to rock against him.. to grind that sweet little pussy over his cock.. he told her to ride him.. to use him.. as fast or as slow as she desired.. she was in control.. though he did not expect her to ride him quite so hard and fast.. as if she were trying to break him in.. the hand upon her ass held tighter .. his head rocked back into the cushions as he growled.. groaned and cried out through grit down teeth.. -.. Oh God Rose.. -he shuddered..the whole view of her.. from his position was just making it worse.. the way those tits bounced beautifully.. her hair falling to the sides of her head.. the smell of sweat and sex.. the sounds.. oh god the sounds of their bodies meeting.. she was already so fucking wet.. it was hard to not hear that slapping.. his lids grew heavy.. half closing as he gasped and groaned.. she just seemed to know what to do.. how to angle herself.. how to roll and rock those hips.. how to grind.. to force shallow little thrusts intermixed with longer deeper ones.. oh he was sure he'd pass out.
. their faces remained close.. kisses exchanged every so often.. lips meeting through gasped panted breaths.. moans and whimpers.. she begged him to cum inside her.. before their lips collided once more.. he moaned.. his heart seized in his chest.. stealing his breath from his lungs.. he could feel those hardened nipples dragging against his chest.. the biting of his lips.. her breath.. her tongue.. and then those nails.. his hands fell to her thighs then to grip her so fiercely.. he lifted his ass up off the couch then to meet her.. to force him that little deeper.. she'd have his hand prints upon her thighs there would be no doubt about it.. her words.. her sexual little growls continued as the kiss grew a little deeper.. he himself would bite into her lower lip.. tugging back on it before diving to drop his tongue into her mouth.. to taste and taunt her.. before she told him she wanted a baby..to pump her so full of cum she would be flooded with it.. if he were of a right mind he might have questioned her.. though he would have been delicate about it of course.. but he was not.. not at all..
he was a fucking wreck with the way she was tormenting him with her actions..his tongue dragged along her lower lip.. before his teeth would grab at it.. that plump shell coloured flesh.. tugging back a little before releasing..he lifted his hips.. desiring those scorching hot walls..-.. Anything for you angel.. -he whispered deeply against her lips before his tongue would dive back down into her mouth.. his breathing grew harder and yet shorter as he groaned.. his brows furrowing as she picked up her pace.. riding him harder and sweeter.. his hands lifted from her now bruised thighs.. to palm and hold those lush tits of hers.. feeling them bounce against his palms.. he leant inward.. his lips warm and wet caressing each nipple as he drew them into his mouth.. his tongue lashing against the hardened pink beads.. he struggled with focus.. releasing those breasts to rest his forehead to hers.. whining.. gasping.. she had to have known he was close.. incredibly so.. he was holding back.. or had been for quite a while..and he wasn't able to do that any longer.. she'd pushed him right to the edge he had put her so many times prior.. -. Fuck.. Fuck.. Rose.. Oh God.. -he clenched his eyes closed.. his hands reached around to find her ass once more.. those soft supple swells as she bounced her little body atop his.. before he couldn't take it a moment longer.. and he cried out her name.. stilling her.. holding her with such almost unnatural strength as he unloaded into her.. painting her..coating those slick inner walls of hers.. every throb sent more and more.. just as she desired.. more than enough to fill her.. to leave her with that heavy hot feeling.. he whined and hissed through grit down teeth as his head rocked back against the couch cushions.. he felt her arms around him.. clinging to him.. wrapping those long legs around him as her lips found his once more and their sounds were drowned out..
the pair of them sagging against one another.. heads to their partners shoulders as they breathed out loudly and deeply.. -.. Oh good god.. Wow..-he whined.. expelling breaths as he tried to blow them out in effort to regain some little form of composure.. tilting his head to the side as he peppered her hair with kisses..his hands slowly gliding up and down her back.. he murmured as he brushed her hair over her opposite shoulder.. his lips finding the soft skin there as he pulled back a little.. to look to her.. his head tilted a little to the side.. he was wearing a dreamy smile.. his lids were half closed.. -.. How are you feeling Beautiful?.. -he whispered as his right hand rose to brush a few fingers across the curve of her cheek.. his thumb along her jawline.. he leant in.. pressing his lips to her forehead.. -.. You are.. incredible.. like a dream.. -softly to her skin.. his fingers glided back through her hair.. tilting his head back as he looked to her-.. I didn't want to fall in love.. or need someone.. I really didn't want anything.. but then you appeared and I started wanting Everything.. -he offered her a smile.. leaning in to press his lips to the tip of her nose.. -.. thank you.. -barely audible there.. -.. for being you..
-before he would take those lips of hers once more.. such a soft loving kiss.. breathing from her once more.. -.. as cliche as it is.. I honestly think I need a cigarette.. -he laughed.. shaking his head a little.. looking up to her.. such a sparkle in his eyes.. those dimples appearing there just for her.. she had honestly brightened his outlook.. his life in general.. she'd taken him from the shadows of his surrounds.. the darkened clutches he had found himself stuck in.. and guided him toward the light.. toward her.. his cheeks coloured a little as his hands fell down to her thighs there.. -..mm and I think.. we both missed out on dessert.. back at the restaurant.. how about.. you and I both take a wander to the kitchen.. see what we can find.. I suddenly have a desire to feed you something incredibly sweet.. -he leant in to capture her lower lip .. giving it a playful tug before he released it.. reaching across .. stretching just a little.. he managed to grab his button less shirt.. well it might have had one.. maybe two still there.. he slid it around her shoulders.. helping her get her arms into it.. -.. I do love you in my shirts.. -he shot her a wink there..-.. wrap your arms around the back of my neck..
-he slid his hands down to her ass once more.. fanning his fingers out.. looking to her.. right into those beautiful eyes of hers as she did as he asked.. he planted his feet down upon the floor there as he lifted her up.. he was still nestled inside her.. having not gone completely soft.. though he could feel that sweet heady mixture of the two of them trickling down as he moved her.. he kissed her once more as they stood there in the lounge.. he urged her to wrap her legs around him.. the walk.. slow as it was would be its own sweet torment.. before he would back through the double wooden doors to the kitchen and he'd plant her lush sweet ass down upon the counter top.. before he would slowly withdraw from her finally..
allowing her to come to terms with that empty feeling.. and he knew all to well he was enjoying her pussys heat.. that grip.. not something he really wanted to be apart from for any great length of time.. and he knew when she went to go study that that was going to be difficult.. he whined when they finally parted.. a hissed breath sounding as he shifted..-.. ughh.. -he exhaled a long breath.. lowering her legs then.. letting them dangle against the counter.. -.. mm.. fuck you felt so so good.. -he leant in to brush his nose to hers.. kissing her quickly once more before he would pull back just a little. his hands sliding down her thighs then.. only to pause as his brow rose.. he would notice the tattoo then.. just how much it had changed-.. Oh Wow.. -.. he blinked.. reaching down to brush his fingers along the colour.. the sheer fact it looked almost 3D now.. like as if he could reach and pluck the blooms from her skin a lone-.. call me crazy.. but it wasn't like this before was it?.. -he was certain he was right.. -.. How beautful is that.. -he was in awe of it.. tracing it with his fingers tip.. all of it.. the design.. the colour.. -.. I imagine there's a story behind this.. mmm?..
-he questioned.. unsure if she was wanting to share.. or even really knew?.. but figured it couldn't hurt to ask.. he remained naked as he moved around the kitchen.. opening the ice box there as he peered inside.. there was quite a bit of fruit.. berries and melon.. chocolate and cream.. he plucked out a few things.. placing them down on the counter as he drew out a lush plump strawberry.. dragging it across the cream there.. before he would offer it to her.. running it along her lower lip.. waiting until she took a bite-.. mm.. how about you pour us a glass of something.. fix whatever you think would be ..what we need.. Im just going to find those cigarettes.. -he took a bite of the berry also.. another kiss there before he slipped out of the kitchen.. letting the doors swing closed behind him..his hands rose as he rubbed at his cheeks.. his smile remained.. there almost permanently fixed upon his features.. fuck he felt good.. she was.. just.. so.. so perfect.. was he dreaming perhaps?.. he'd never felt this way about anyone.. it was as if he was a giddy youth with a crush.. he slipped into the bedroom then.. or one of them.. noticing the cupboard had a few of his clothes hanging.. shirts.. slacks.. a robe.. that would do.. he tossed it about his shoulders.. the tie about his middle loosely tied.. he found the little silver box of cigarettes then.. the ones she had given him.. sliding one between his lips he would let a little magic ignite the tip..an orange glow.. he drew back on it.. his free hand reaching around to rub against the side of his neck.. turning as he made his way out of the bedroom.. bare feet padding lightly across the wood panelling.. he'd return to the kitchen then.. even with the robe loosely closed the tenting was obvious.. maybe he just remained harder than most for longer.. maybe he could go all night.. he exhaled a thin stream of smoke there.. making her way through the kitchen then.. grabbing a handful of berries on his way past as he leant against the now opened door frame.. he didn't want to be rude and choke her with the smoke from the herbal cigarette..-.. Did you find anything to your taste?.. -he'd question.. glancing across to her there.. curious as to how she was feeling.. did she have an regrets.. it was her first time after all..-
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Post by BadInfluence on Jun 23, 2017 5:33:28 GMT 9.5
The Festival of the Heart would have been perhaps a way to attribute this moment to his Goddess, but to be completely fair, she preferred it this way… No grand festivities, no lust dust to fuel anything, no hundred other young lovers in the same position as them… All vying for a private nook to enjoy each other in, where people could walk by and catch intimate moments, or in some cases ask to join in… No this moment? Was theirs and theirs alone, it was wholly private while still having the blessings of both his family and his goddess, which honestly? Made it a lot more important because it was a situation unique to them, and only them. She didn’t want it any other way… It was magic to her, this place, a cabin lost in the wilds of Arvandor that was set up just for them… For this. What better place for their first moment? Of course, all those thoughts would come to her later, probably much later given that right now? Her mind was both lost, and completely focused on the fact he was inside her, that there wasn’t a question any more… No more strained resisting… Wondering if, and when, the moment might come. It was here, now, and he felt… Extraordinarily glorious…
He had a body that made her ache, perfectly fit with glorious muscles, just the right amount of fat over it all so that when he moved it was like watching art in motion. Beautiful wasn’t the right word, amazing, incredible… Everything fell flat like a shaken up bottle of seltzer when she tried to define him, even words like lust and crave, desire and need just… Couldn’t cut it… There was just Him… He smelled like a forbidden intoxicant, just the lingering scent of his cologne in a room was enough to make her knees go soft, and being this close to him… Skin to skin… Their bodies joined so the smell of sex was rich and decadent in the air… It all combined to brand her soul with the essence of him and she knew… Oh god she knew that just remembering it… Catching the barest hint of him was going to remind her of this… And all of this… Ha… It barely compared to how he Felt… Above her, his weight both dominating her and sheltering her all at once, his body pressed atop her and inside her… It was the most exceptionally unimaginable thing… Like finding her home after more than twenty years of looking for it, a part of her that had always been missing that she had felt so keenly, was suddenly there… He was more than her best friend, more than her lover and her one and only, beyond her first and last love… He was her other half. Her mate. Her partner. THE missing piece. Her soul mate.
They moved together when she pleaded with him to show her what he enjoyed, what felt good to him, and it was a sort of double entendre... What felt good for him? Felt INCREDIBLE to her! Even the small, shallow movements were enough to make her curl her toes in pleasure, her chest tightening and her legs twitching… Oh it was phenomenal, the way he filled her past the point of sanity, allowing every ridge and detailed vein to imprint on her virginal walls… Oh it was a drug, a high, a desperate addiction this feeling… And this? This was just the first time! They were, in essence, in a practice run… Feeling each other out, what they liked versus what drove them wild, what felt good compared to out of this world… Thank God he kissed her the way he did, held her close and tight, otherwise she was going to forget how to breathe and fly apart in a matter of seconds at best. She struggled with it under him, not because it hurt but because it felt far too good, almost to the point of overwhelming at times. Their kisses went from soft and sweet to downright hot enough to evaporate slag, hungry and tender all at once, and definitely consuming… They stole each others breaths between cries and moans of pleasure, every sound he made just chipped away at a part of her, made her burn that much hotter… Higher… She never thought a man could sound so… Fucking Incredible… Oh she had heard a few, grunts and muffled groans, to her it always sounded like cows in a rut… But with Jacob it was so god damned raw and primal, vital and essential to her, a key ingredient to make all of this so much more… He SOUNDED like how sex felt with him, incredible and white hot, and she knew… Without a doubt… Just the sounds he made alone would be enough to make her climax without any real stimulation.
When he taught her how to move up in tandem with his thrusting oh… Yes… That? Was a game changer, brought it to a whole new level, had them both cried out loudly in pleasure… Swearing which was so rare for both of them was suddenly prolific in their vocabulary, simply because it all felt so fucking good that there was nothing else to be done, nothing that could be said other than the most basic of vulgarities… And that just made it all the hotter. And, because apparently sex between them was always going to be an addictive game of over kill, the wet sounds of skin slapping was a tantric throbbing beat in the background. That rhythmic slap-slap-slap as he dove into her, his hips meeting her firm yet pliant ass, shoving her down into the fur over and over again… She had a delicious sort of burn forming on her lower back from his pressure, her legs trembled and ached from being used in such a new way, and under all that… The volcanic pressure of her first sexually driven climax, bubbling away under the surface as she clung to him, her cried getting louder… Throatier… That erotic little waver in each one as her jaw trembled with such raw pleasure… She begged him to keep going… Not to stop… Her head buried in his shoulder as she clung to him for dear life while he found this spot inside her that made her feel like she was just going to explode… Terrified and addicted all at once she begged for more before she found it, that g-spot climax that ripped through her and had her pussy locking up around him tighter than any vice, screaming his name as she felt herself fly apart… Shooting up and up into the sky, exploding in a shower of lust riddled sparks as she felt that orgasm roll from the outside in, drowning her, dragging her under like a vicious riptide… She heard his words, the sounds he made but through a sort of distance, her own cries loud in her ears… Her head lost in the clouds while he dragged her orgasm out for her, made it hotter… Sweeter… Brighter… Made it last twice as long as it would have otherwise until her heart began to beat off rhythm from the sheer overwhelming sensations, her body milking him furiously as he pleasured her, ruined her… When he moved down to kiss her she was still far out at sea… Her eyes that beautiful shade of moss captured in amber, a dreamy, decadent smile on her lips as she lay beneath him… Utterly… Completely sated…
For her first time? The pain wasn’t even an echoing memory… She couldn’t recall it right now if her life depended on it, she was floating well above heaven, adrift on the cosmic seas of his pleasure… She had a whole different view on sex now, although in a lot of ways she was still pretty jaded, but mostly because she was maybe a little egotistical in this moment… Not for herself but for Jacob… She seriously would have been hard pressed to think for anyone else it ever felt like this. How could it? Jacob wasn’t a God of Sex, he was THE God Of Sex, and he had decided to come and bless her with his prowess and masterful abilities… There was simply no other way to explain it. Everyone else was settling down and singing praises of vanilla washed watered own white out versions of him… In her mind? This? Was only going to happen between them… No one could ever feel this but he and she together..
The request to lift her legs while he was still buried deep inside her was granted, though she had to wriggle a bit to get around, he had fucked her so perfectly hard just moments ago that pillow was seriously off center now! She heard his laugh and smiled up at him, wriggling her nose for him just a little, unable to resist it… It was perfect in that moment, the fact they could laugh and have fun, despite the reality that he had just fucked her clear past nirvana and had blown every preconceived notion of sex right out of her head… She thought he would just take a few more strokes before he would find his own climax, her body softer than ermine under his fingers, a kitten in the sun with a belly full of warm milk… When she had her legs where he wanted them, her little feet on his chest and he drove home that first time, no warnings… No hints… It was insane. It had been deep before, she had thought she had learned the feeling of him bottoming out in her, that addictive press of his head at the furthest reaches of her… Haha… No. That was a tease, a taste compared to this as her eyes snapped open and she rocked her head back into the cushions hard, her body arching in pleasure… Oh God… Fucking CHRIST he had just shattered what she thought was deep with that first stroke, she swore she could feel him in the back of her throat, so deep inside it was impossible to feel anything BUT him. She was honest, open about it, unashamed… Unafraid to say exactly what she felt… What she needed… The strong pad of his thumb stroking over her clit while he fucked her was driving her wild, her thighs fusing to keep him there, writhing and wriggling… Oh she was so lost… Lusciously so… Her hands rising, one over her womb where she could feel the deep thudding stroked of his cock inside her, the other to palm and play with her breasts… They were both just destroyed, giving into every little craving they had, and even then? He was holding back for her, ensuring her first time was one to set the bar, to brand in her mind all the pleasure that could be had… She felt wildly uninhibited, incredibly sexy and aroused, and it just got deeper the more they touched… The continued plunges of his cock inside her vice tight cunt… There was something incredible about looking down at their joined bodies, seeing the slight rise and dip of her body as he fucked her, knowing his cock was massively huge and that was what caused the rise… Feeling it under her hand as she pressed down just slightly, rolling her neck at how insanely good that felt, knowing she was there… Right on the cusp… He knew it too, knew to ply her clit just a little harder to endure he threw her from that cliff almost violently… Rocking up hard, her toes curling into his chest as she screamed his name loudly, knowing it would remain like an echo in the very walls for the rest of time… She throbbed and shook, her pussy refusing to give him so much as an inch, clinging to him tightly as it worked up and down his shaft… His control was… Exemplary! He managed to hold on through three of her orgasms and still pleasure her, still demand more from her body, dragging her higher than she thought was even possible…
They were soaked with sex and sweat, slick and the sounds they made when they connected, if someone could bottle it up it would be the aphrodisiac of all time… She lay on that rug like jelly that hadn’t had a chance to set yet, her head a blanked out fog, her body was utterly boneless… Like a little girls rag doll in the wash… He wanted to be closer, for her to ride him and she did her best to hold on, to trust his strength as he lifted them… Moved to the couch so she was spread wide atop him… Feeling his incredibly lush length pressing far back into her cunt, past the point of bottoming out to where it was almost painful, just enough sharpness to drag her out of that foggy sated place and into something a lot more… Demanding… He might have pushed her to a place where filters didn’t exist, where desire and sexual openness were in full flower, vivid and alive and more than a little real… She knew he loved her ass, more than once she had caught him looking at it, and it was by far his favorite place to grab though he never neglected her tits either for that matter… Just she knew? He was an ass man and luckily for her where she was small in the breast department her ass? Was full and plush, well muscled from an active life but with that ideal amount of fat that gives it that bounce and jiggle when you slap it, the sort of ass a man dreams about and could convert a guy to a fetish for it… And it was all his…
She took his hands under hers and showed him she loved it when he gripped her ass hard, that painful poppy of pleasure that blossomed when he did drove her wonderfully wild, like she was being dominated and craved all at the same time. She could feel the instant response from his cock, the way it was bucking and bouncing, her lips curling into a feminine grin that was part feline and all sexual goddess… Oh yes…He had definitely found a door and thrown it wide open… She went down for that kiss when he grabbed the back of her neck, riding him as he requested, and doing her level best to fuck him with that kiss… Opened wide and sweet for his explorations as their tongued danced and sparred, velveteen lengths of need that thrust and parried while their lips met and parted, teeth nibbled and bit… She was in control of their pace and their depth, she could drive him to painful pleading by dragging it out slowly, or she could give them what they both wanted… She had caught the way he sped up hard when he was lost in the throes of it, only to slow down, she figured to try and keep himself form climaxing… To put her first… But she had certainly had her fair share of orgasms, more than enough to make her hungry for his, to want to drag it out of him in the most… Pleasurable of ways… She knew she was on the right path the way his head fell back and he dug his hands even harder into her ass, the way he groaned and made all those fucking liquid sex sounds that drove her wild, encouraging her to just go that much farther… To push a little more… She had learned him very well, and though she knew there was a LOT left to discover, she knew the basic steps… Like the angles that drove him nuts… How he loved to be buried deep inside her… She remembered the way he would go a little nuts when she swirled her tongue over his cock, so she mimicked it with the way she rolled and ground her hips, churning his cock inside her so they both were drowned in pleasured sensations… She was dewy with stead, her long light blond hair was a bit all over, sex mussed and her lips swollen from kisses… Her tits full and plush from desire, the continued orgasms making them swell, bouncing magically there on her chest… The sounds of moans and cries, aborted breaths, desperate shattered pants… The rhythmic pounding of his cock into her that was accompanied by the slap of her ass on his thighs… She showed him absolutely no mercy, she used her whole body to pleasure him, her nails down his ribs or in his hair… Pulling those rich lush locks or scoring pink lines of pleasure down his skin, feet hooked over his thighs so they were tightly fused even as she bounced like his own little slut bunny in his lap.
She began to talk dirty to him, around pants and whimpers, mewls of intense pleasure that left her trembling in his lap… Telling him she wanted his cum inside her while she rocked forward, dragging her tits over his chest, just close enough for him to feel her nipples tease along his skin… She felt his hands grip her hard, her skin would bear some beautifully vivid bruises of those in a few minutes, but rather than put her off it just drove her a little hotter… Kissing him harder as they bit and nipped at each other, though what she said in part of those throes of passion were far from what she ever would have said any time before, begging him to get her pregnant… An hour before now? She never would have uttered those words, but right now, in this moment… The lust, the need, the passion… Their shared love combined with the sheer perfection of it all… It was like those words had to be said, the request was vital, primal… A thousand and one hidden reasons for asking, but there was an uncertainty of it being fulfilled, she was still in the range of moon teas effects and her fertility window had closed the night before… Not to mention whether or not Jacob would want to in the first place… Was it just a fetish? A kinky little fantasy? Or would it become reality? Either way she had asked, diving in and kissing him hard, feeling the way he bit her lip and tugged back, earning a mewling cry of pleasure as she sunk her nails into his skin… Feeling him rise up to fuck her just a little harder, making her cry out and fist her hands in his hair, grinding down all the harder on him… When he agreed though… The whisper against her lips… Fucking HELL what was that?! “Ohhfuckyesss!! Please!...” She moaned throatily as they ground down harder… Something about it all was a dangerous mix like rocket fuel and a match in a forest of dry trees… She thudded down hard onto him with a desperate need, his hands on her breasts as she leaned into them, feeling his tongue lash and flick at the sensitive peaks… To suckle her and that just fucked her up all the more, knowing he was there on the cusp, she could feel it in the way his cock was even thicker than before…The desperate throbbing… “Cum in me love… Fill me up… I want it… So bad-!” She crooned seductively to him as she drove them that little bit harder, grinding down as his hands found her ass once more before he suddenly forced her all the way down… Held her there… She gasped and arched hard when she felt his cock line up with her cervix as he began to cum, feeling that first boiling hot jet, her eyes snapping open… Aware… So very aware of every single atom of time… Hearing her name on his lips as he found his pleasure… Soaking her… Filling her with cum… She could feel it… Acutely… The way he was managing to actually fill her womb with his spunk… Throbbing hot pulses well beyond anything she could have ever felt, deep, so incredibly deep inside her… It was intense and in those moments it was all she could feel, a thrill of pleasure and fear all at once, a flash… ‘What have we done?’… A raw moment of fear… Yet that fear fed into her desire even more, grinding down into him even more, forcing more of his cum into her waiting womb… She wasn’t ready to be a mother… It would make everything they planned so much harder… Their beautiful connection, their love, would perhaps strain a little… God knew what this would do to them… And yet another part of her pressed her hands down over her womb and rubbed her skin lovingly, swirling and rolling her hips to ensure she got every drop, nature versus sanity… Desire versus common sense… The risk… It was heady, addictive, it made her hungry for more… What ever happened… What ever she might think… Deep down… The primal part of her… Wouldn’t stop trying to conceive…
She wrapped her legs about his waist when she climaxed with him just seconds into his own orgasm, clinging to him as her body took control, shut her mind out of everything… Locked it out and down while she fell into the delicious embrace of La Petit, captured in the velvet sensual blackness that floated her along, her body surging and gripping, tightening around his cock and locking him in… Cum and All… Nature and their gods, All three of them in fact, were there in that moment… Playing with the lines of fate… Or perhaps simply ensuring they were followed through? Either way, no potion in the world could have stopped what happened, even her own body betrayed her… Made a liar of her and her rhythms that had been more regular than time and tide…
She pressed soft, loving kisses to the side of his neck as she struggled to breathe, her heart thudding so hard in her chest she honestly thought she might die… She was exhausted in a way she had never felt before, her whole body suffused with pleasure to the point she was fairly sure she would bleed the stuff if someone pricked her, and everything else?... Wayside… His words earned a soft little giggle from her, her breath fanning across his neck as she held him close, loving little nibbles on his skin… “What an understatement… I think even God had to jerk off after that one…” She murmured wickedly, feeling his kips on her hair, the way he was brushing her hair over her shoulder… The kiss to her neck that made her sigh and shiver… Looking up at him with eyes like honey and kiwi, so vividly bright and beautiful, her skin glowing… “Mmm… Words haven’t been created yet… Check back in a thousand years when they might have found a way to describe this…” She said lovingly, reaching up to catch his hand, to press a kiss to his palm… Feeling his lips to her forehead… His words… Oh they broke her heart in the best kind of way… Made her reach out and hold him close… Tight… “Stop stealing my words, little thief…” She teased lovingly. “The world was nothing until you came into it… Just a blank space I existed in… Now there’s you… This dream I never knew I had, suddenly alive and real, beautifully scarred and perfect for me in every way… You’re more than I ever dared want and I will always love you… Every part of you… Always.” She whispered back as they nuzzled in a few moments, the soft kiss a little bit later, something so soft… Fragile and sweet… Cotton candy… At his words though oh that earned him a laugh from her, their joy mixing and mingling there, their laughs so beautifully matched… “Have one for me too… And Leave one out there for Hanali, I’m pretty sure your Goddess of Love is going to need one… Hell, half of Arvandor probably does…” She said with so much love and rich mirth in her voice, seeing his dimples flashing, that smile… Oh was it any wonder she loved him when he smiled at her like this? The comment about dessert though earned him a cute little snort from her, a brow rising, her lips curling in a smile that was sexual and totally mischievous. “I’m preeeeeetty sure we just had dessert… And a lot of it… But I won’t say no to you feeding me…” She leaned in and nipped at his jaw adoringly, a half yelp, half moan when he caught her lip even as she smiled. That move though! She hissed and writhed a little bit, not in a bay way but more so she was well aware he hadn’t gone even remotely soft inside her, and that just tugged on her deliciously. She settled in a little closer there, smiling as he helped her into his shirt, and sure enough there were two buttons… Right around the area of her belly so she could fasten them… Ish. “Good because they’re my favorite night gowns and I plan on being a little thief and purloining several of them from you…” Funny part was it was so true too! She loved his shirts the way they smelled like him and fit her just like a perfect nightgown. She wrapped her arms about his neck and moved up with him, a sudden gasp and her toes curling at the shift, the tug and pull inside her again. “Fucking HELL-“ She moaned as she bit her lip, curling around him tightly as she buried her head on his shoulder as she came again, something soft and sweet… Deliciously warm… She spasmed around him addictively, not as intense as the others, but surely enjoyable for them both… Dragging more of that cum inside her but even with that… He had given her so much there was no missing the way it slipped out of her cunt, down his balls and over her ass, making her moan again… Something about that feeling was naughty but so damn good…
“MONKEYS! That’s cold!” She yelped when he sat her down on the table, laughing as she shivered, after the heat from his body and the fire? That wood was almost like ice! She shivered and laughed but that laugh quickly melted into a whimper. “Nooo-“ She pouted, reaching behind him to hold him in just a little longer, but she knew… They couldn’t exactly exist like this forever… She couldn’t help the whine as he pulled out, feeling his cum slide out with him, over her well fucked slit and the crack of her ass… “Can we do it again?...” She asked honestly… “Not right now but… Later?... Please?” She asked, her nipples still hard under his shirt, leaning up into the sweet little nose brush and kiss. She leaned back on the counter a little, the shirt gaping open as she hadn’t fastened the two buttons yet, just letting the cool air circulate over her skin… His hands on her body as she sighed softly… She paused when he spoke, opening her eyes to look at him, a brow rising. “Huh?” She asked in confusion, looking down to see that the once black ink tattoo on her side was not only vividly colored, but completely changed… She pulled her head back a little, confusion clearly evident on her face, and more than a little shock. “What the hell?!” She asked of no one in general… She had noticed that it had changed a little the first day she met Jacob… The flowered opened for the first time… She shook her head a touch… “It’s just been black lines my whole life but… It started to get flowers the day I met you… Just ink lines… Then… The first night we… And you… It sort of changed again… Started to get like these… Little batches of color but… Nothing like this. I don’t…” She shook her head, looking down at it, running her fingers over her skin… Still smooth… Beautifully soft like the rest of her… Like nothing had changed but… The tattoo obviously had… “It is beautiful… But I have no idea how… Or why… If there is a story it’s unknown to me… I wish I knew…” Maybe Arvandor might have answers for her questions? A reason for her tattoo? Maybe it had been there her whole life, waiting for Jacob? Maybe he was a part of it? After all it had only started to change around him…
She watched him move around the kitchen, dragging out this and that from the ice box, laughing as he really did seem on a sweet tooth bend! She adored it, sitting there as she watching him lay things out, the way he set it all down in a sort of organized chaos… When he dipped the strawberry and cream it was something she had never had before, it was a bit too expensive on her budget after all, and she was eager to give it a taste… Moaning deliciously as she tasted the sweet tartness of the berry with the rich buttery cream… “Oh my God that is so good…” She said on a sigh, licking her lips as she tried to get another taste of it, savoring it… “Go forth and explore, my brave voyager, I shall hold down the base.” She said with a laugh as she wriggled down off the counter as he left, feet touching the deliciously cool flooring as she moved around, picking through this and that… She decided on ice cream, berries, and some sweet heavy whipping cream… Vanilla ice cream with flakes of real vanilla beans in it, topped with a wide assortment of fruit over it like kiwi and blueberries, drizzled over with half beaten whipped cream mixed with honey… It was rich, decadent, but far from overpowering… For a drink? Well now that was hard! The wine they had already had, whiskey was NOT a dessert drink, but… She did know one that was… She went rooting through a good few bottles before she found it, that pretty green fairy color there, pulling out two crystal flues… She poured the absinthe in and got two sugar cubes, setting them up on their special containers she lit them each on fire and let the sugar slowly melt down into the glass, getting it half way before she let the rest dissolve under a slow ice water drip. He was coming back just as it was finishing, watching him stand at the door she just smiled, opened the window over the sink and went to him, grabbing the tie about his robe playfully and leading him back to the table. Did she catch the tenting? Does a bear shit in the woods?! She dragged him to stand before her, reaching up to caress her fingers down his cheek, a dreamy smile on her lips. “So… Is that for me? Or just the idea of dessert?” She teased, stroking her free hand over his erection, a warm laugh spilling from her smiling lips. “I made us a sweet thing and some absinthe if you like? Absinthe is a specialty of mine, I brew the stuff myself back home, I have a stash in the green house made with different flavors…” She said, the end half whispered, like a secret she was sharing only with him. “You can have some… But you have to promise to have it around me or come to visit me first… Deal?” She teased and nuzzled into him, her head resting on his chest, pressing a soft kiss over his heart… “Thank you… For earlier that was beyond magical… I never thought… It was more than just sex… No way sex feels like that… Whatever it was… It was beyond incredible and one of the greatest moments of my life…” Another soft caress, her arms coming around his waist, nuzzling his robe open a little… Kissing his bare skin… “I don’t think I can ever get enough of that with you… I don’t think weekend visits are going to cut it…” She confessed before she began to kiss down his chest, slowly moving lower… Lower still… “Why don’t you start on dessert… And I’ll start on mine?” She said with a wickedly decadent promise to her voice, dropping to her knees, sliding his robe open… Taking that thick cock between her lips in one fell swoop, sliding his cock entirely down her throat, looking up at him with a very naughty light in her eyes… She moaned throatily as the taste of his cum and their sex was thoroughly coating his cock, savoring every decadent drop of it as she began to work up and down his shaft hungrily, slowly… Teasing… Enough to slowly build up an orgasm for him… To bring him to a decadent rich peak before she would suck down every throbbing pulse of his cum…
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Post by Deleted on Jun 24, 2017 1:07:59 GMT 9.5
..to say this night had been expected would have been a complete and utter lie.. there is no way in hell he could have predicted any of this.. and yet here they were.. tightly connected..embracing.. holding onto one another as if their very lives depended on it.. sounds of their love and lust rang out loudly in the small log cabin.. only intermingling with the echoes of the wind outside and the soft crackle and pop coming from the fireplace.. they revelled in it.. the freedom to do as they chose without judgement.. without interruption.. no one would come across them where they were.. hidden away from the world.. from everyone.. only a select few actually knowing their exact where-abouts.. and everyone else.. well.. it was not important.. and then of course the dopples in their place when and where they needed to be..she had exploded beneath him after he had shifted positions.. though the more she dipped her toes into the sheer pleasure of each orgasm the more he struggled to hold back.. the sounds of her panting.. her gasping for breath just made his chest swell.. his heart ache.. along with the rest of him..
sliding his hands beneath her.. to lift her as they settled atop the couch.. his back pressed to the soft cushions.. her knees coming to rest against the sides of his outer thighs.. he remained buried deep within her.. a thick throbbing hardness that stretched out that sweet slick cavern of hers.. every time she grinded.. each rock and roll of her hips just made him hiss and groan.. it all felt incredible.. more than he could remember it feeling.. he was no virgin.. far from it.. but this.. this was something else entirely.. he had grabbed at the back of her neck.. showing a small sign of dominance as he stole those lips of hers .. forcing his tongue up into the heated depths of her mouth.. accepting hers as the two of them continued to burn for one another.. taking what was needed.. what was desired most of all.. the heat...the need.. it was all so incredibly intense.. he told her to ride him.. to take the reigns.. to set the pace.. and she didn't dissapoint.. not in the least.. she picked it all up so quickly.. she just knew what he needed.. what he wanted..
he gripped her.. held onto that firm ass of hers.. his fingers digging into the skin leaving behind marks that would no doubt bruise.. he watched her.. just mesmerised by the sight before him.. the way her body moved.. how she arched and bent backwards.. how she rolled and rocked and the way her breasts bounced and swayed.. the pressure within him grew quite sharply.. he'd done well to hold back as long as he had.. considering how long it had been since he had been in this position.. or any position sexually for that matter.. that sweet voice of hers.. the one that he knew quite well.. one of intelligence.. or sweetness.. one that spoke often with such a sharp wit..suddenly got rather naughty..it made his throat run dry.. made him buck his hips up a little harder.. forcing his cock deeper.. no doubt making her thighs ache as he held her in place.. she wanted desperately for him to cum in her.. for him to paint her up utterly and completely.. the way she said it just made him want to melt back into the cushions.. made him shudder beneath her.. when she asked for a child.. something shifted.. like a curtain pulled before his eyes.. were he of right mind he might not have allowed himself to get into this position.. at least not yet.. though it would be more for her than for him.. he knew what her goals were.. he knew she had a hard slog of study ahead of her..and being pregnant in that kind of environment would be incredibly difficult.. but he wasn't thinking straight.. he wasn't even thinking crooked.. he just wasn't thinking.. and something.. or someone was making sure that foggy curtain remained.. at least for the short term..
he claimed her lips once more.. this time biting into her lower as he told her he'd do anything for her.. that she was his angel.. before a pure primal need from the both of them seemed to take over.. she hit down upon him harder and he met her half way by just about lifting her up off the couch itself.. the two of them bouncing ..rebounding off one another.. the sounds of sex then almost louder than the moans and gasps they themselves were making.. he grabbed at her breasts.. palming those moving fleshy globes as he took each hardened nipple between his lips ..he was struggling to catch his breath.. it just kept hitching.. she felt.. like pure heaven in his arms.. her sweet little body was tight and yet so soft.. she smelt divine.. and her taste.. well there were no words that could even come close to describing it..when she called out to him.. telling him she wanted it so so badly ..it was the last straw.. the one that broke the wall down as he gripped her thighs.. holding her in place as he thrust hard up into her.. calling out her name loudly as he just exploded.. unloading into her.. throbbing.. aching.. he couldn't help the gasps.. the hissing through grit down teeth and then the moans.. oh fuck it felt good.. something that was going to become an addiction .. his body knew it.. his mind certainly wouldn't say no.. he just needed.. every sweet supple inch of her..
he exhaled.. his breath shuddering against her shoulder there as he held her tightly.. close .. they were body to body.. his hands glided up and down her back.. brushing her hair over one shoulder as his lips left a trail of soft feather light kisses.. he felt her shifting.. the gentle rocking of her hips.. it made him murmur.. made him almost whimper.. she was going to kill him.. he was sure of it.. her kisses though.. to the side of his neck made him sigh.. made his lids finally tumble closed there.. he was spent.. utterly and completely.. her laughter though in response to his words made his smile only grow further.. tilting his head back so he could look to her.. down into those beautiful eyes of hers.. she was glowing.. were it possible she was more beautiful than before.. his kiss to her forehead found its mark.. before he told her what he was feeling.. how he didn't know he was looking for love.. or anything until he came across her.. and then he found it all.. within her.. before he admitted he needed a cigarette.. the pair of them laughing.. those dimples flashing upon his cheeks there for a matter of a moment.. he asked her to hold onto him.. that desert would be organised in the kitchen..
he helped her into that shirt of his.. or what was left of it anyway.. buttons having flown here and there.. just about everywhere.. before he went to press his weight down.. moving to stand.. the muscles in his legs straining just a little.. enough to make him groan.. though it wasn't from her weight.. she was light as a feather.. no he was just utterly fucked.. from.. well..fucking her.. his hand slid up her back.. caressing her neck when she curled in close and tight to him.. the pair of them moving toward the kitchen.. still entwined with one another.. he couldn't help the little laugh that sounded when her ass collided with the cold counter.. he cradled her cheeks there.. before he went to move back.. they had to disconnect at some point.. her whine was met with a throaty gasp of his own when they finally parted.. fuuuck.. that was almost a little cruel.. he glanced up.. when she asked if they could do it again.. he'd closed the gap.. to brush his nose to hers-.. whenever you like.. -he whispered softly against her lips before planting another soft kiss there-.. however you like.. anytime.. anywhere.. -he lingered.. another kiss.. before he broke away.. only then noticing as his hands glided down her thighs that the tattoo had changed.. he blinked when she didn't seem to know about it..
peculiar indeed.. his brows furrowed as he listened to her response.. how it had been black lines for so long.. and how it had begun to colour when they met.. -.. intriguing.. -he brushed the tips of his fingers over it.. it was smooth as if it had always been there.. he knew what new ink felt like.. and this was not it.. and yet it had the vibrancy of brand new..-.. mm.. i might have to look into it.. I could ask a few people.. see if we can get to the bottom of it.. it's stunning yes.. beautiful.. I just wonder what it means.. its not every day that a tattoo itself changes and shifts upon a body not without some kind of magical intervention.. and you yourself would have felt that.. I mean I cant even spark a cigarette without you reacting.. -he rubbed his cheek.. thoughtfully..moving then to pull out the fruit.. the cream.. chocolate.. a few bits and pieces there as he moved toward her.. plucking out the sweetest berry he could find as he dragged it through the cream bath.. before he offered it up to her.. he left it with her then .. shooting her a wink as he slipped out to find his cigarettes.. his robe sliding about his shoulders.. the tie about his middle remained loose but done up.. one of her rolled smokes between his lips .. a spark having its end lighting up as he slowly made his way back to the kitchen..
noticing she had been busy indeed.. the little platter if fruit the whipped cream and honey.. he exhaled a thin stream of smoke then..not wanting to cover her in it so he moved toward the door there.. leaning against the frame.. he was unable to hide that clear erection.. it caused the fabric of his robe to tend there near where the tie was holding it casually closed.. he drew back on the cigarette once more.. when the window was opened he shifted just a little so he could release the majority of the smoke outside.. he watched her little sauntered approach.. just seeing her there in his shirt made him smile.. his head tilting when she asked if it was for her..a momentary look of confusion settled before his gaze widened a little when she grabbed a hold of his cock.. he released a shuddered breath.. almost coughing out a line of smoke then.. swallowing a moment later-.. mmhmm.. its all for you.. you cheeky little tease..
-his lids half closed as she tormented him a little more before she would release .. fucking hell.. his poor heart had picked up in his chest..nodding when she spoke about the sweet platter she had made for him.. before she mentioned absinthe.. he glanced across to the little glasses.. the obvious green colouring.. he chuckled.. rubbing his lips together-.. Oh that stuff is So good.. So So good.. and yet.. So incredibly bad all at the same time.. -he slipped the cigarette back between his lips as he took another drag from it.. watching her there as she touched him.. caressed him.. his arms sliding around her as she nuzzled in close.. fingers caressing back through her hair.. -. That stuff has gotten me in more trouble than any other.. -he chuckled..gliding his fingers down the swan like curves of her neck-.. Faelon and I were locked up one night.. in Narius.. -he leant back a little.. to blow the smoke just outside the window there.. -.. for public nudity.. -he chewed down upon his lip before he laughed.. shaking his head-.. that stuff is evil i tell you.. as for your own personal stash.. Oh I promise you.. ill be around you.. we should probably lock the doors though.. to stop either of us from wandering..
-he chuckled.. oh he was clearly amused.. he tilted his head down to kiss her head when she thanked him for earlier.. that she never knew it could be so good.. that it was one of the greatest moments of her life.. he held her a little bit tighter then.. lowering his voice a little-.. mm.. no.. Thank you Rose.. for sharing that with me.. it means a lot to know you wanted to experience that.. with me.. it indicates a true trust.. and understanding.. and Im honoured really.. -his fingers brushed back through her hair then.. smiling.. chuckling when she said she didn't think weekend visits were going to cut it..-.. mm.. -he exhaled a little but more smoke-.. no.. I think you might be right.. it might well be quite a bit of a struggle.. -he watched her as she began to trail those kisses down his chest.. down along the opening of his robe.. telling him to start on desert.. whilst she started on her own.. his lips parted to enquire.. to ask.. before she suddenly and without warning just stole that cock of his.. diving down.. shoving it into the tight confines of her throat.. his eyes widened and he hissed.. he groaned-.. Fucking Hell!!.. -he rocked his head back against the door frame there as his free hand came down to rest upon her shoulder-.. Fuck!.. -he groaned.. growling through grit down teeth as she hungrily devoured his cock.. sliding up and down that hardened length.. and oh god that look.. that naughty light that laid in her eyes.. his knees just about buckled.. he whined.. he groaned.. he gasped and murmured.. the hold upon her shoulder lifted to the top of her head and soon tangled into her hair.. -.. Oh fuck yes.. -he clenched his eyes closed.. she would have felt his fingers curling into her hair tighter the harder she went.. the faster she moved..the teasing.. the torment was delicious.. that slow build up.. she'd feel that tremble every now and then.. and the throbbing of his length against her throat and tongue.. every so often he'd buck.. forcing his cock down into her throat.. the sounds.. the slurping.. the gurgle and restriction .. his head felt heavy.. his heart ached.. his body screamed at him.. fuck fuck fuck.. -.. You are far.. far to good at this.. -he whined.. he groaned..
he couldn't take it any longer.. he actually took control there in the end.. his hold on the back of her head as he began to fuck that sweet little mouth.. picking up the pace.. he watched her.. his eyes locking onto her own as he just couldn't not watch how she just took all of him.. how he just slid down into the tightness of her throat over and over.. his breath hitched and caught.. gasps.. panting before he stiffened.. he painted up her throat.. before pulling back just a little to coat the inside of her mouth.. her tongue.. her teeth.. he'd release the hold on her hair as he fell to rest back against the door frame there.. breathing deeply.. his poor heart was racing..-.. Oh god.. -he whined.. swallowing another breath that was threatening to get caught-.. fuck me Rose.. you are.. incredible.. -he spoke breathlessly.. the cigarette had gone out in his free hand.. leaving little more than a trail of ash in the small saucer that was close to it.. if he thought he needed one before.. he needed a whole fucking packet now..
he forced out a breath.. his smile only growing as he reached down to pull her to her feet.. though he himself was a little wobbly on his.. and he stole her lips.. sharing that sweet driven kiss.. his tongue dipping down into her mouth.. accepting hers into his.. -.. fuck you're beautiful.. -he whispered against her lips there.. smiling to her shell coloured skin.. he'd murmur.. oh he felt good.. he felt so.. so very good.. sated.. at least in the short term.. -.. mmm.. just wor.. -he rubbed his lips together.. turning her around so he could wrap his arms around her from behind.. just holding her to him as he moved them both toward the bench where the fruit was.. -.. I dont think Im going to be able to stand for much longer.. you grab the glasses and the bottle.. ill grab the food.. and well take it to the bedroom.. -his lips pressed to her shoulder there.. waiting until she picked up what she needed.. before he would grab the tray of food.. and he would follow letting the doors close behind him.. the bedroom was nice and large.. a big king size bed with far to many cushions and pillows.. crisp white sheets and linens.. there was a dresser with a big mirror.. two cupboards.. some more furniture bits and pieces.. and there in the corner.. behind a glass screen was a big in floor bubbling hot spring.. naturally from deep down in the earth.. its what kept the room nice and warm.. especially on those cooler nights..
he pondered a minute.. before he placed the tray down upon the small table.. near to the water.. he pulled at the tie about his middle.. letting the robe fall to the floor.. before he would take one of those glasses from her.. eyeing the green liquid it contained before he clinked the glass with hers and he tossed it back..drinking it down in one shot.. it burnt like a bitch ..his eyes widened a little and he rolled his shoulders back-.. FUCK.. -he hissed.. before he laughed and shook his head..reaching to take her hand.. to spin her around a little.. gliding that shirt down her shoulders before he would guide her back to the water-.. a little dip perhaps?.. might help sooth.. some aching muscles?.. -he would wait until she stepped down into the awaiting heated bubbles before he himself would do much the same..sinking down to sit in one of the indents upon the sides.. he would crook a finger.. motioning for her to come to him.. turning her though.. so her ass would settle down onto his lap.. facing away from him..
he'd pool her hair over one shoulder.. lips to the soft damp flesh there as he slid his arms around her-.. I miss you when you arent pressed close to me.. -he whispered softly.. almost inaudible-.. you know.. when i saw you that first time.. in the lecture hall.. you intrigued me.. enough to make me not give a single fuck about anyone else in that room.. and its been like that ever since.. sure.. there are pretty things dotted here and there.. but I have only had eyes for you since then.. -another kiss to her shoulder.. his hands softly caressing across her skin.. her small waistline.. across her belly-.. I watched you in the pools.. that night.. I dont know if you noticed.. or if you knew it.. but.. I had come down.. after we had eaten on the balcony there.. to return the plates.. and i saw you there.. naked.. in the pool.. -he slid his hand down between her thighs then.. just lightly.. barely brushing finger tips along her slit-.. you were touching yourself.. -he whispered into her ear.... - you looked.. incredible in that moon light.. in any light for that matter.. and then you came in and.. you thought i was unwell.. -he laughed a little.. his teeth snagged onto her ear lobe.. a playful tug occurring-.. but no.. i was just horrifically embarrassed and incredibly turned on.. i mean fuck..here you were.. standing there in little more than a thin white towel.. near naked.. dripping upon the tile.. the struggle was real..
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Post by BadInfluence on Jun 25, 2017 5:33:41 GMT 9.5
The Gods were sometimes, funny, even a little fickle creatures… Not unlike those they ruled over, they had their own ideas and agendas, reasons for acting that were not always of a… Selfless… Nature. Given their current situation, she and Jacob together for the first time, their bodies and souls in sync while their hearts pulsed in time… They were together better than any fairy tale story, they were magical and natural all at once, that ideal sort of love that every secretly longs for but no one gets… No one, that is, but them… Well it was an opportunity to ripe, too perfect for their Gods, both paternal and personal to not want to dib their fingers into it… A baby was something they had talked about before this moment, not exactly but between them but in general, and while they were both on the same page and wanted children? The timing could not have been more wrong for them, with her going to school and he was just starting to embrace his life again after years of depression and isolation, a baby? Right now? Would throw such a wrench into the cogs they might never run right again… Yet even with the knowledge between them both, the fact they were far too smart, too well grounded to even think this was ok? It was there anyways… That desperate panting desire, the need that was driven by things neither of them could say, it was as solid as the ground under them. There was nothing to be done about it, nothing that could stop this tide they now found themselves on, a strong current that was carrying them to a destination out of their control…
When he came inside her she knew she could never imagine a sensation more perfect than that, an idea end to the mount of pleasure he had given her, the scarlet bow on top of the white cream paper wrapped box… It was hot and heavy, it burned where it landed, the potency almost too much to bear… Instinctively he… They… Knew just what to do… How to line up so he had the easiest access to all the most vital parts of her fertility, feeling him spurt up into her womb, her head swimming… Her own climax joining, triggered by his, opening her up more… Accepting… If she had more control over her body, or perhaps if she had a deeper understanding of it, one that some elves had… She probably would have known just what was happening… Instead all she knew was she felt like she had died and gone to a place where only pleasure and he himself existed, floating on the comet trails of love and lust, changed forever in ways she never wanted to forget… They were cradled in each other arms, just drifting on the warm waves of tantric and nirvana-esque pleasured satisfaction, and she honestly could honestly floated in that place forever. When he spoke, the soft words of love oh, how he just knew to steal parts of her heart… Little sproutlings to regrow the main living heart she had given to him the moment she fell in love… He made her feel precious and incredibly loved, wanted and needed, and for an orphan… Those feelings are completely alien, sincerely and desperately wanted, sought after but… Never really had… But she had them with him, in such grand measures that only with him did she feel entirely complete, like she had found her home that was forever out of her reach before him. It was warm and sweet, more than a little wonderful to hear him say those words, followed by needing a cigarette which only made her laugh. How could she not?! It was funny, sweet and perfect, and she could only reply that he better have a few for everyone else in Arvandor and of course one for his Goddess. They had a wonderful moment there, and she adored the fact that love and laughter could be so easily married into each other, that they didn’t detract from the other… The fact they were teasing and laughing didn’t deter from the pleasure they had shared, were still feeling, it was so saccharine…
She was lifted, their bodies still connected and that was its own intense little pleasure, the movements just enough to cause a soft sweet little climax for her before he set her down on the counter… A very cold counter that no amount of her favorite shirts could stop and it made her yelp a touch, hearing him laugh only made her smile, a bit of a shiver at the temperature difference… It didn’t last long at least, either she was too hot and warmed the table, or she was too high on all sorts of delicious hormones to notice for long. Though her attention was entirely focused when he pulled out and she whined, gripping him close as she flat out refused to let him go, but they both knew… She whimpered as he parted from her, teaching her the very acute feeling of loss, the sudden gaping void where he had been… It hurt… Oddly enough it hurt more than when he had first broken through her hymen to take her virginity, the absence of his fullness, the heat… It brought up a different sort of throbbing that was almost sharper than the aftershocks of the pain. She had to ask then… If they might do it again or if perhaps this was… The one time they would while here. It wasn’t that she was a total slut for his cock… Well…- Ok maybe she was…. Big time, hard core, a pro… But even without that it was more than just the pleasure, it was the sheer feeling of being so utterly connected, knowing his pleasure was hers and vice verse… That when they were making love it was something that felt equally wonderful for them and in a way… She felt… It was… Healing… A thought she might keep to herself but in the end she let it go for now… A little too attuned to the way he came and closed the distance, the soft brush of his nose to hers, the soft whispered words… The little kiss… She sighed and floated for a moment longer on that alone, reaching up to wrap her arms around his neck for just a moment, retuning that kiss. “Next time…Or… At least some time…I want to make love outside… In the soft tall grass under the stars… In the wind and open air and watch the night sky dance around us…” It sounded luscious… They could make a picnic out there, make love under the spinning stars and curl up together, share cocoa and animal crackers…
The thoughts scattered to the four winds when he noticed her tattoo, something that while it had always been a staple of her life, had definitely gone through some changes lately. She admitted she knew nothing about it, if there was a story it wasn’t one she knew to tell, all she was aware of? Was that it had started to change around him, and only him, and given what they had just shared… What they had done… It might be exactly why the change was so pronounced and vivid… She ended up laughing softly when he said that the only way tattoo’s moved like that was if Magic had something to do with it, and her very obvious reactions to any time he used it around her, even just the sparking of a cigarette had her growing things out of no where… “You mean like the blip I felt when you sparked up just a moment ago? I know… This is just… A part of me… Like my skin or my bones, it’s been there my whole life, and I guess I’m… Just used to it. I don’t mind if you want to look into it, but don’t worry yourself about it either, if we’re meant to know? Then we’ll know…” She knew well enough being around him as she had that if an idea stuck in his head, it became sort of a main focus, and he wouldn’t… Couldn’t… Let it go until he had solved it. She didn’t want this to consume him, especially if there might not be an answer there, she knew all too well how those sorts of things could get. Look at her and her quest to find out what happened to her family, risking all sorts of horrible things if the tales she had been told as a child were true, but there’s always that curiosity that holds you there. And what had she found? Nothing. Not a single clue or story as to what had happened to her family, why she was abandoned, or anything else. The answers for her might be just as lost to her as her family was and he would end up chasing a ghost. She left it there as he went to the ice box to pull out various sweet things, ending up making her smile because he certainly had one big sweet tooth today, especially given he said he wanted to feed it to her. That strawberry alone was incredible, cream and the like were a bit too rich for her, so this was a delicious treat… She savored it before he said he needed to get dressed and have a smoke, and while she was completely fine with one, she wasn’t with the other… He looked incredible without a stitch on and she was enjoying the unpolluted view! Still she was in his shirt after all, doing up the two buttons over her belly button so it all came down to a deep V in the front, and began to work on something for dessert. She loved sweet things, big time, she had one hell of a dessert tooth! But she was craving something a little simpler tonight… No chocolate or caramel drizzle, no fine chopped bits of fancy things, just something… Good… She settled of vanilla bean ice cream with all sorts of fruit over it, covered in cream with just that perfect amount of honey, and for a drink? Why her favorite green fairy of course! Absinthe was her drink of choice without a doubt, by far her favorite choice of poison, everything else just… Paled in comparison…
His tenting robe definitely took a good part of her attention, and this naughty little part of herself, oh it was wide awake! Showed there right in her swaying hips, the saunter she wore like a royal mantle as she opened the window first, dragging him in closer before asking if it was all for her… His confusion only made it all the sweeter as she placed her hands over his cock, working it over as she watched his breath catch, his eyes widen as he struggled to exhale that lungful of smoke… His response made her smile as she looked up at him there, batting her big moss and amber colored eyes, looking so very angelic and innocent… “Tease?... Am I… Teasing you?” She asked oh so sweetly, stroking him over and other again, listening to the sound of his heart… Knowing he was aroused before she stopped and casually mentioned the dessert… She was fairly sure she would pay for that later, and rather than dread the bill, she was looking forward to the cost! She was curious at his reaction to the absinthe, her brow rising as she grinned, taking all this in quite curiously. Sliding her hands over his skin, nuzzling in close, just wanting to cuddle in close with him… Loving the contact, the way he smelled, felt and moved under her fingers… She sighed softly as he ran his fingers down her neck and would have gladly just languished in his arms like that before he mentioned he had been locked up, her eyes widening as she tilted her head back, looking up at him in a bit of shock… The story going a little more into depth before she suddenly spluttered and began to laugh hard against his chest, trying to smother it on his robe as she held him tight, her shoulders shaking as she curled her toes… Turning a bit pink from it all… Oh she was laughing SO very hard! “-Freakin- ….. Knew it!-“ Little bursts of words from around his chest before she pulled back a touch with that infectious little giggle spilling out, tears at the corners of her eyes from laughing, looking up at him with this adorable mix of just pure mirth and absolute love. “ I KNEW You had a naughty streak in you! No WAY you could have picked up on mine without having your own! Oh I love it! I bet you two had half of Narius just swooning! I bet that’s Exactly how Dr. Faelon won a beauty like Cynthia!” Oh it was the best thing ever, she couldn’t help it, it was too perfect! Just imagining him streaking, although finding Dr. Faelon in that light just didn’t pan over, but regardless? It was more than enough to let her know just what she might be getting up in to, letting him dance with the green fairy, oh what hilarious memories they might make?! “You will want to lock the doors for yourself at the very least! All this?” She said, running her fingers down his body, peppering him with kisses and smiles. “Is mine and I have no intention of sharing it, thank you very much!” She said with a teasing laugh before she wrapped her arms around him tightly. “Mine is fruit flavored, stashed away in the green house in some copper barrels that are hidden in some old broken pottery… No one would find them if you didn’t know something was hidden there… It’s flavored with fruits and comes in a few colors, but it’s a bit stronger than the stuff you can buy, I refuse to dilute it so it um… Hmm… We’ll start you out on thimbles?” Smiling, teasing, laughing…Oh it was beautiful and perfect and ideal and just… So much more than she dreamed her life could ever be. She knew for a fact that these visits of theirs were going to be full of quite a good bit of fun!
All mirth aside though she wanted him to know how grateful she was to the moments they had just shared… She confessed she never thought anything could be so incredible, it had changed her life in so many ways, how it could become something so infallibly precious. She felt his arms tighten around her as she held him close, hearing the soft words he spoke in response, letting her mind drift along the currents of him… “I trusted you the moment you smiled at me… And I have never trusted anyone before. It’s more than just trust though... More than the feelings that come from the act… Being with you… Just near you it’s like I finally found my home… Where I belong. What happened between us, it felt so much more than just sexual pleasure, it was deeper than skin… It’s like coming home, being with you, and when we’re making love… It’s just that much stronger, it feels like it was where I was always supposed to be, that you’re the one I’m always meant to be with… I’m sorry if it sounds cliché or even a little tacky, God knows everyone’s heard the tales of soul mates but with you… Jacob I swear… It’s real… I won’t mention it again if it makes you uncomfortable but I just wanted to say that… It’s so… So much more than trust…” She didn’t know if he might think it was too much… Might be a bit heavy to unload but at the same time it just felt… Right… She confessed though that just weekend visits might be really… Really hard to manage… If not downright impossible! She smiled up at him a touch naughty as she moved down his chest, kissing as she went, not quite telling him what her plans were… “Maybe we’ll sneak in weekends and a week day visit… No warnings… Just show up at the manse… Give me something incredibly fun and naughty to get up into… Keep you… On your toes?...” She teased a touch before she told him to go ahead and get started on his dessert and she was going to tuck into hers, seeing the question on his face before she took his huge throbbing cock between her lips, his instant reaction… Perfection as always… She loved the way he suddenly swore, the way he rocked his head back and his legs trembled, oh he was addictive in response alone…
She loved sucking his cock, honestly she had never been addicted to anything the way she was to his cock, at least before they had made love… Which dropped it down to second place but it was still a damned strong competitor. Everything about that shaft delighted her, the way it still tugged at the corner of her lips as she struggled to get it down, the way it felt throbbing down the back of her throat… The taste? The smell? The feel of his balls slapping against her chin? It was more addictive than opium and crack cocaine blended together. She loved to take him deep down her throat, the way his fingers tangled in her hair, the sting of it? It was easy to make her cum like this without a doubt, and she felt herself ramping up there to it, every whine and groan… The growls and hissing sounds, the way he randomly forced himself deeper down her throat, oh it was perfect… She knew he was watching her too, lifting her hand to ply her tits while she spread her legs a touch, giving him full view of it around his cock as she began to finger herself while rolling her palm over her clit… Tugging and teasing her nipples as she thoroughly went to down on him, gagging and slurping hungrily, tears forming at the struggle to conquer his incredible length and girth. She whimpered and moaned hard the closer she brought herself to an orgasm, giving him exactly what he wanted, what they needed… She kept it slow and white hot for as long as she dared before she felt her climax hit her like lightning and she cried out around his throbbing shaft, gagging herself intentionally as she took him to the hilt, her tongue sliding out to lap and tease at his balls as she trembled and throbbed… Pulling back only after she was done coming, lifting her sex soaked hand to his balls, to palm and stroke them as he took control… His hand buried tight and hot in her hair as he fucked her mouth, her free hand coming up to grip his ass, sink her nails into it… Oh she loved it, as sure as he did, the two of them loving every moment of it… When he came she purred in appreciation as he pulled back a touch… Letting the sweet salted caramel flavored spunk of his exploding all over her tongue, bathing her cheeks and teeth, holding onto every thick spurt… Pulling back only when the last spurt had come, swallowing greedily as she licked her lips, smacking them repeatedly in appreciation of the taste. She smiled up at him as she slowly ran her tongue over the head of his cock, taking up every yummy drop as he spoke, his breath so perfectly shot… “So are you… I love sucking your cock, the way you pull my hair it makes me cum so good, and that taste… Mmmm… You taste incredible… I don’t ever want to stop… You might want to get used to it… I don’t plan on abstaining…” She teased as she slowly moved up with his hands in hers, smiling at his sea legs so to speak, sharing that sweet white hot kiss. The whispered words… The smile against that kiss… “You keep that up and I might start to believe it you know… You’re so gorgeous Jacob… You really, really are… I can’t get used to it, it’s this incredible view every time I see you, naked OR clothed… But I like naked I admit…” She said with a grin as she moved to the table, walking with him as she giggled, taking out a couple of trays… Setting up the dessert on one and all the proper fixings for absinthe on the other, following him into that large beautiful room… Definitely not the one she had woken up in, she looked a bit in awe at the size of the bed, biting her bottom lip as she let her mind wander a bit… Though the cushions… “Who in the World needs that many cushions? It looks about as lumpy as Luna’s back end.” She muttered under her breath, setting the tray down on the table quickly before taking a flying leap into the bed and began to toss the excessive cushions onto the chair in the corner of the room, leaving the bed far more open and comfortable looking before she shimmied out of it, back to his side as she reached for their glasses…
Brow raised she smiled up at him, taking her glass and meeting it with his in that melodious tinkle, watching him shoot it back and his instant reaction… Now THAT? Had her wondering. She paused, looked at her own glass and took it quick and hard, and she was hit from the side. She ended up letting out a breath in a wheeze that was almost a whistle, her eyes watering up as she flushed instantly, blinking quickly. “Ok… That is NOT regular Absinthe! That’s even stronger than the stuff I make at home! Who ever did this knows their stuff!” She said in appreciation as the heat melted right down through her, coiled along her chest and down into her belly, leaving her close to boneless… “Ooooh wow… No… That’s exceptionally fine…” She breathed out, looking up to him as he took her hand, laughing softly as he span her… Moving easily with him as he began to slide her out of his shirt… “I think you like dressing me just to take it off later…” She teased as she stepped out of the soft white pile of his shirt, following him to the water, biting her lip just a touch… Aching muscles? She felt like she had run seventeen marathons in fifteen minutes with how her muscles burned she had to admit! The pain was… Sort of addictive though to be honest… It wasn’t like a bruise or a torn muscle…It was that ache you get that is followed by that sort of really lush high… She reached for the tray of Absinthe and set it on the side of the hot spring, taking his hand as she stepped down into it, the instant burn from the heat… Oh that was delicious… She moaned as she got in to a little under her bust, just sagging into a spot for a bit, letting her head dip back… She opened her eyes to look at him, going over to his lap the moment he reached for her, settling in close to his lap, her heart skipping hard when he whispered to her as he wrapped his arms around her and his lips pressed to her shoulder… “You’re not alone by any means…” She whispered back and curled into him, arms over his as she turned her head into his heart… “I never saw anyone before I saw you… They were just a blur but you’re diamond sharp… You made me want to see and you’ll be the only one who ever will…” Though when he confessed that he had seen her in the pool at the manse the first time she had ah… Explored… She blushed hotly, turning her head to look up at him, though a good chunk of the embarrassment evaporated when he slid his fingers over her slit… Just a light touch… Her breath hitching, catching, her nipples hardening despite the hot water… I have no idea… I thought I was completely alone, that everyone was asleep and I wanted to give the book a try, see what… It was all about…” She breathed as she wriggled in his lap a bit, a sweet little moan when he nipped at her ear, the tug there earned a following whimper… Her fingers sliding over his arm and down to rest over his between her legs… Her head falling back to his shoulder as she let it all just… Wash over her… The fog of Absinthe lush around her head… “If you watched… Then you hear my climax… The way I screamed your name…” She said on a rich throaty sigh, sliding his middle finger down her slid, to part them and just lightly touch… “You were… Are… The only man who can arouse me… I never wanted sex or anything related to it before I saw you… Everything about you made me want to learn… Feel… Explore… The book only made it sharper and when I thought of you… Imagined your hands on my skin… I knew it was all I would ever want and I came thinking of you… Wanting you… When you kissed me on the landing I would have given you everything that night…” A breathy pant, a slight catch to her breath, a slow sweet roll of her hips… “It wasn’t ever a matter of if… Just when… I knew it was you… The moment you smiled at me in the hall… I was yours… I’ll always be yours…” It was a promise and an oath all at once, she would never, ever stop... Everything she felt for him was as solid and real as anything in existence could ever be… While he explored her body she made them another glass of absinthe, the slow burn of the sugar cube that made the air smell of caramel, the ice cold water drip…
“Can I ask for something… Just… For today…” She breathed, reaching for her glass and taking the shot into her mouth, sharing it with him through a white hot kiss… Something passionate and needy but also flavored by delicate sweetness of love… She would part that kiss after he took his shot… Taking her own before lacing her fingers with his… “Just for a day… Just twenty four hours… No questions… No holding back…” A gentle request… A game with no rules or penalties… A twenty four hour no hold barred… “I don’t know why… I don’t know if it’s something compelling me… If it’s the moment… If it’s you… If it’s me or… Some hidden desire… Need… But…” Oh she was blushing, her cheeks flushed, looking up at him as she turned a little in his lap… A slight raise… She took his cock in her hands, slowly working him over until he was hard in the water there and slid herself over him, a decadent hiss at the pain and pleasure that washed through her as she took him into herself… Settling down nice and deep on his lap… Lifting his hands to cover her breasts as she placed her own on his hips… Slowly beginning to ride him… Something tender and sweet in it… White hot… Lush and more than a little decadent… “I want… All of it… I want the risk Jacob… The heady rush when you cum in me… Knowing that I can get pregnant it’s… This wild need I have right now… I know all the risks… Everything and I know it’s what I want right now…” Sliding her hand up she took his hand under hers, slid it down, resting it over her belly… The flat smooth expanse… “I need to try… Just for the next day… I want to try… To give it all we have… Let nature… Fate… Let what ever it is take its course… See where this takes us…” Even out of the throes of it she was aware… So very aware of what she was asking for… Why she was asking for it… Something in her gut told her to listen to it, to do as she needed, wanted… A strong compelling movement of Fate and the Gods… And she didn’t want to fight it… Not this time… Deep down… She wanted it too… Even with all the chaos it might bring she wanted it… A child of their own… Something innocent, sweet and pure, born out of a pure love…
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Post by Deleted on Jun 26, 2017 1:26:48 GMT 9.5
..he watched her as she almost flinched when he planted her sweet ass down onto the much cooler counter.. now if he was of the right mind he may well have thought to put a towel down or a cushion at the very least.. to soften the blow so to speak.. he did have to withdraw from her though.. and the parting was not wanted on either end.. though it was needed.. he felt her arms tightening around him.. willing him to stay.. to remain there close.. all but fused to her.. he brushed his lips to her forehead.. before stepping back.. her own whimpers were met with sharp exhales of his own.. her questions on when they could do it all again had him smiling.. he had to close the gap.. the little subtle show of affection.. his nose brushing to hers.. before he told her that it would be anytime.. anywhere.. whenever she so desired it.. a sweet soft little kiss occurring a moment after.. before she spoke on her wants.. to share such a connection outside.. under the stars.. another kiss to the corner of her lip.. soft delicate-. it's a date..
-he whispered softly..brushing the backs of his fingers across her cheek.. before he would move to step back.. he would notice the change in the tattoo then.. alerting her to that very fact.. it intrigued him immensely how she didn't seem to have seen it change either.. and how its current form was new to her.. unusual.. nothing he had seen before.. he listened as she told him how it was just something she had gotten used to.. a part of her.. to not worry himself too much over it.. that if they were meant to know they would know.. he tilted his head.. his gaze.. that soft blue and green lifting to linger upon hers.. giving her a little nod-.. mm.. of course.. -though he would look into it when he had a few spare moments.. he knew a couple that would perhaps have some idea.. though if they didn't he figured they would know where he should look.. he'd get to the bottom of it one way or another.. its just what he did when he found something interesting.. he opened up the ice box then.. gathering out the fruit.. the strawberries and cream.. dipping one into that lush thick dairy.. before he offered it to her.. watching as she all but devoured it.. feeling the heat from her mouth wash over his finger tips.. he slipped away then to gather his cigarettes.. he needed one in those moments more than he could remember having needed one before..
sliding into his robe.. the tie about his middle just loose.. a flicker of magic would have the cigarette sparking to life.. he drew back long upon it.. holding it a little longer than he might have usually before exhaling it rather slow.. oh he just needed it.. badly.. after that.. after that sweet sultry session.. wow.. he could have just about melted.. he returned to the kitchen then.. noticing she had been to work indeed.. organising quite a platter there..and it smelt incredible.. he moved to the opposite side of the kitchen.. not wanting to cloud her with the sweetly scented smoke..there was no way to deny the way the fabric of his robe tented..it was there.. clear as day.. he watched her sauntering toward him.. the roll of her hips.. how she stretched just a little bit more dramatically to open the window.. making the loosely buttoned shirt open a little more in the process.. when she slid her hands down his chest and grabbed a hold of his cock he called her a naughty little tease.. his breath catching as the smoke struggled to leave his lungs.. his lids half closed.. fuck ..she had masterful fingers.. for someone who didn't have much of an education in this department she was a quick teach..
the closeness was lovely.. her hands upon him.. his upon her.. the way they cuddled in against one another.. he touched her.. he caressed her.. gliding his fingers down the back of her neck.. through those beautiful golden locks.. his head tilted forward.. pressing his lips to the top of hers.. just light.. he had noticed the absinthe.. and she'd done as much to tell him just what she had prepared.. he laughed and spilled on the story of him and Faelon in Narius.. and how they were locked up for the night.. he glanced down to her .. meeting her gaze as she turned to face him.. he noticed her eyes widening.. and it only made his smile grow more.. laughing between words as he tried in earnest to keep a straight face though her reactions were making him fail miserably..her laughter though..
oh it made his dimples appear as he too started chuckling.. holding her a little tighter for it.. she caught him out.. mentioning how she knew he had to have had a naughty streak cause of how he had picked hers so easily..-.. Guilty as charged.. -he held his hands up then.. laughing quietly as he shook his head..-.. mmm.. -he rubbed his cheeks..-.. I dont know much about the swooning.. but yes..I do remember Faelon wanting to impress the lovely Cynthia..and he didn't quite know how.. -he chewed upon the corner of his lip.. rocking his head back against the door frame as he drew from the cigarette once more.. releasing the thin stream of smoke-.. Henry will tell you I was the ring leader.. -he dramatically scoffed-.. lies.. all of it.. -he glanced down to her with a somewhat cheeky smile there before he laughed .. they spoke on the absinthe she had.. her stash so to speak.. the one she had hidden away in the garden.. and how they would start him on thimbles.. in case he couldn't handle it-.
. Ive grown up with it around me.. -he nodded a little.. taking another drag of the cigarette.. his hands gliding up and down her back.. just needing to touch her.. -.. this stuff.. -he motioned to the bottle on the counter-.. will no doubt be made by my Mother.. -he nodded-.. potent.. as all fuck.. -he lightly grazed his nails against the back of her neck-. I usually only drink it during the get togethers with my uncle and Fathers.. as I know they'l keep an eye on me.. after.. well.. what happened in Narius.. I cant be trusted.. -he did his best to hold back the smile there.. shaking his head.. chuckling quietly-.. but I look forward to sharing it with you.. -he glided a few of those wayward locks behind a pointed ear-.. sharing everything.. with you..
-he spoke softly.. he drew her in tighter against him.. the two of them spoke on trust.. and honour.. and how they both felt in those very moments.. how much they had given of themselves.. and how vulnerable they were.. but yet they felt safer than they ever had.. he watched her as she spoke.. as she poured her heart out.. before there was another kiss to her forehead-.. you'd never make me uncomfortable.. always.. speak your mind.. even if your voice shakes angel.. it hurts a lot more to bite your tongue.. -a kiss to her temple.. just delicate.. barely there..they spoke on how weekends might not cut it.. how there might have to be a few mid week visits.. as the need will no doubt not be sated so easily.. he laughed a little and nodded.. -.. I am certain we will sort something out my dear..
-he took another drag of that cigarette there before she spoke on partaking in her own dessert.. his brow rose.. curious as to what she meant.. though before she even had the chance to ask she just about devoured his cock..causing him to curse and loudly.. and suddenly.. his breath seizing.. his heart swelling.. he stiffened as he groaned.. -.. Fucking Hell..-he cried out.. her talent n this area was unrivalled.. she knew how to melt him completely.. her shifting of speed.. of pace.. how she'd take him down into the tight confines of her throat.. and then almost completely withdraw.. he gripped the back of her head.. fingers tangling within those sweet golden locks.. he couldn't be quiet..he didn't have the strength to even try.. plus she was far to talented.. he groaned and whimpered.. he gasped and hissed through grit down teeth.. and watching her only made it so much more worse..seeing those sweet cherry lips of hers just gliding along his shaft.. how her eyes would meet his often.. and then those wandering fingers.. he had to shift his vision a little to capture the image properly.. but he soon caught on. seeing her reach down between her parted thighs.. she was pleasuring herself.. as she had done so in the pool the night at the manor.. his toes curled.. he whined.. -. Fuck.. Oh Good god..
-he whined.. he wouldn't be able to take it much longer.. she climaxed.. he could feel it in the way her sweet little mouth tightened.. he could hear her little cries even with her throat filled.. he took control then.. he was about to explode he knew it.. he could feel it.. that lush lustful pressure rising ..he fucked those semi swollen lips.. sliding in and out of her heated mouth before he cried out.. he groaned and hissed.. coating her throat.. her teeth and tongue.. her lips.. the insides of her cheeks.. his body trembled and jerked as he gasped and whined.. he spasmed when she dragged her tongue across that ever sensitive tip.. before he pulled her to her feet.. forcing his lips atop hers.. his tongue down into the heated depths of her mouth.. he wanted to taste her.. to taste all of them together..
as he held her there.. so close.. so tightly against him.. he breathed out though he sounded utterly shattered.. his cigarette an after thought though he truthfully could probably use another.. or ten.. she spoke on how she loved sucking his cock.. how she adored the way he pulled her hair.. and how he tasted.. he whined softly-.. you're going to kill me angel.. -he laughed a little weakly there.. before he told her how he thought she was beautiful.. utterly so.. he just held her there for a little while longer before motioning for the two of them to retire to the bedroom.. to take the snacks and dessert with them the first thing they noticed was that extremely large bed.. and the far to many cushions.. he laughed at her response-.. mm.. well.. I imagine a certain pink haired pixie might.. I dont know.. I could be wrong.. it's just a hunch.. he chewed upon a smile there as he placed his tray down then.. watching as she took the leap for the bed.. massacring it.. tossing cushions all into the corner on the chair before he called her to him..
he took up his shot.. taking it back.. cursing wildly as it burnt all the way down.. it just about winded him in how it took his breath away.. he swallowed a few times.. rubbing the sides of his neck.. watching as her eyes watered and she wheezed.. he nodded.. -.. Oh yes.. like I said.. potent as all fuck.. -he took her hand then.. spinning her around.. as he helped her out of the shirt.. -.. I love undressing you.. -he whispered directly into her ear.. before he would help her down into the water there.. feeling its hot embrace.. making him exhale so so deeply.. he settled to sit in the little indent there.. rocking his head back.. just letting hs body get used to the warmth.. before he would reach for her..
pulling her to his lap.. telling her he missed her.. his arms wrapping firmly .. tightly.. to hold her.. a kiss to her shoulder as she told him he was not alone.. he confessed then to seeing her. in the pool.. and just what it did to him.. he caught the look.. the blush upon her cheeks.. his hands slid across her thighs.. and one dipped down between.. to glide along that sweet sensitive slit.. hearing her breath hitch.. his lips parted in response.. she spoke on wanting to give the book a try.. to see what it was all about-.. mmhmm.. when i heard you.. on the balcony.. say that you didn't see what the fuss was all about.. i couldn't believe it.. an honest beauty like you.. missing out on some of the sweetest.. -he whispered directly into her ear..before his lips would capture the lobe.. giving it a playful tug-.. hottest experienced in your life.. i had to share it.. i hoped you would read it.. and you wouldn't get embarrassed.. that it would lead you to.. experiment.. and when i saw you.. I just about died.. -the absinthe was sinking into his veins.. cradling his heart.. his mind.. his body.. taking control as he touched her.. his fingers dipping between those sweet slick lips of hers to tease her further.. to brush lightly across her clit.. -.. when you screamed out my name i just about lost my legs.. I wont deny it.. I had thought about it.. the idea.. of you.. in my head once i gave you the book remained.. I wondered a little selfishly.. what you would sound like.. crying out.. how your voice would break when you called out my name.. and it would seem.. luck was on my side.. i witnessed it and it was better than I could have ever.. ever expected.. you sounded so.. So incredibly hot..
-he tilted his head to the side a little when she dropped hers back to his shoulder.. his free hand rose as he cupped her breast.. holding it.. palming it.. rolling the nipple between his fingers.. she told him how she too had imagined his hands upon her.. and how when he kissed her on the landing that night that she would have given it all up to him.. right then and there.. his breath audibly caught.. -...I would have taken it.. if we werent interrupted.. -his lips found the swan like curve of her neck.. trailing down.. a nip.. a suckle..pulling her back harder against him.. her sweet ass nestling perfectly in place-. I was so incredibly glad you chose to be my student.. i dont think I could have handled you being with someone else.. at least not in the beginning.. I desperately wanted to learn more about you.. to see you smile.. you intrigued me..immensely.. -his fingers between her thighs continued to stroke her.. to touch her.. to just hold that sweet little cunt.. she made him up that drink..that second shot of absinthe.. before she asked..
if she could ask him something as she took that drink suddenly-.. Of course.. -he spoke curious indeed-..Ask me anything.. -before she plied her lips to his.. sharing the heavy potent mixture.. his body rose a little.. lips locked.. tongues sharing that sweet and bitter taste.. he groaned.. hissed and gasped as they parted.. he sunk back into his position once more.. watching her as she turned her head to look to him.. asking for a day without questions.. without holding back.. no rules.. no penalties.. just exploration and totally unhindered desires fulfilled.. he rubbed his lips together.. his head was beginning to swim.. just a little at first.. his heart was picking up.. he was getting hotter as the alcohol began to work its magic.. his mouth dropped open though and he whined when she took a hold of his cock between her fingers.. how she was stroking him.. it only took maybe a moment before he was rock solid once more.. throbbing in her hold.. he hissed and rocked his head back against the side of the tub there.. breathing deeply and yet still quite short and more than a little sharp..
her words were coming across with a bit of an echo to begin with.. he did not expect her to position herself.. and to slide down onto his cock once more.. he felt that stretching out as she accepted him and he sat up.. his hands fell to her hips there to grip.. to hold her as he stiffened.. as he groaned..-.. Oh Fuck.. -he his fingers curled inward against her skin.. not enough to hurt her.. before she was down.. flat.. her ass to his thighs.. his cock buried deeply within her.. he whined..God damn she was tight..his breaths came out shattered.. his lips found the back of her shoulder.. she guided him to hold her breasts.. his fingers fanning out to grasp.. to cup and hold.. thumbs rolling hardened little nipples.. she began to ride him.. to lift and fall.. to rock and grind against his cock-.. God Yes..-he whined.. his forehead to her shoulder then.. before he rocked it back against the side of the tub once more.. -.. Dont stop.. -he blew out a hitched breath.. a whine.. a groan.. a hiss all sounding as he met her every so often half way.. bucking up..
lifting her enough to make those sweet tits bounce.. before she told him she wanted it all.. all the risk.. the rush when he climaxed inside her.. knowing full well she could get pregnant.. and how its what she wanted right now.. he paused.. feeling her moving his hand down to the softness of her stomach.. he let her speak.. to finish.. how she wanted to let fate.. let nature take its course.. to see where it all took them.. he had quite a few thoughts circling his head.. though a great lot of it was unreadable due to the absinthe.. sure he could bring up the fact that they were about to take quite a harsh journey themselves soon.. being separated.. and how it would be hard to be pregnant whilst studying in a hospital environment..how if the public found out which they would at some stage it was highly likely they would paint her with a very.. very dark brush.. but.. he couldn't.. not only would his mind not allow him.. he just.. wasnt going down that path in those moments.. instead he brushed his hand along the back of hers.. before he would reach up.. finding her cheek.. guiding her head to turn to face him.. as he kissed her.. continuing to rock his hips up against hers.. to glide that hardened thick length in and out of that extremely tight little hole of hers.. the kiss was sweet.. though it held a mixture of shaken breaths and absinthe fog.. -..
I want you.. Rose.. -he whispered softly..-.. I want us.. -another kiss.. as his hands glided down to her hips.. to hold her.. to wrap around her.. pressing her back to his chest as he allowed her to pick up her pace.. to ride him once more-.. and everything that comes with it.. -he would look to her through heavy lidded eyes.. and he was being honest.. he did.. all of it.. whatever happens.. he would be there.. beside her.. maybe when the lust and absinthe wore off they pair of them might question their lack of inhibitions and reason.. but right now.. it was the furthered from their minds.. he groaned and hissed as she rode him.. as she lifted that sweet supple body of hers over and over.. he tried not to take over.. he tried to allow her to torment him.. to tease him.. though.. through another shot of that extremely potent absinthe.. well.. the not so clean.. not so sweethearted Jacob would be placed down in his box.. tied with a ribbon.. the naughtier one.. the more open to pretty much anything.. the more demanding Jacob would take his place.. his hands would slide over her.. one across her tits.. the other her lower belly as he suddenly rose.. without warning..
making her stand though keeping her at a slight angle so as to not withdraw from that tight wet little cunt of hers.. hed spin around.. so he was standing more in the middle of the water and she was nearer the edge.. -.. Knees on the seat -he'd whisper into her ear.. shifting her to that spot.. he'd remove his hand from her breasts then.. reaching around to the back of her neck.. her head as he grabbed a handful of her hair.. guiding her head down till her cheek felt the cool tile.. it would have been quite lush really.. on comparison to the heated bubbles.. he remained standing behind her.. her ass was up.. her upper body was down.. his free hand came down to rest against her lower back..before both would slide down to rest there upon her lush supple ass.. he'd part those cheeks a little.. before he would begin to fuck her... it wasn't slow.. it wasn't soft or delicate.. it was harder.. it was faster.. her breasts would have swung wildly.. those hardened little nipples just barely touching the waters surface as her body remained partially out of it.. the water splashed at her thighs.. and the sounds of his hips colliding with her ass..like music really.. he groaned.. he hissed.. he gasped and whined.. the grip upon her cheeks tightened.. he'd slow.. almost completely withdrawing.. she'd feel the thick ridges of the head dragging at her entrance before he would dive back down into her cunt once again.. over and over.. before he would pick up the pace without warning.. he would lean over her.. from the back.. forcing his cock just that bit deeper into her as his lips came close to her right ear..-.. touch yourself for me..-.. he'd whisper before righting himself once again.. this time.. his fingers would find her hair.. they'd grip.. and hold.. tangling as he would force her to arch.. whilst the other hand would give her more than one hard little spanking.. to the left.. following by a lush sweet little rubbing.. and then to the right.. his heart was siezing in his chest.. he wouldn't be able to handle this much longer.. he knew that for certain.. the view of bouncing against that plump ass was driving him insane-
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Post by BadInfluence on Jun 27, 2017 3:53:39 GMT 9.5
Right mind her ass… Honestly she didn’t mind it at all, sure it was a chilly contrast, but that wasn’t always a bad thing. Besides, she wasn’t made of paper and needing to be coddled, she was a tough little thing and a cold counter was easily managed. The part she hated was when they had to separate, honestly something as sweet as what they shared shouldn’t be so bitter at the end, it felt almost unfair… But then again if it felt as good to part as it did to join, everything would be a little topsy turvey, wouldn’t it? Still, it sucked no matter how you sliced it, and for a moment… She had tried to hold him in, just a few more seconds of heaven before he pulled out, the two of them making their own sounds of displeasure at the act. She had to ask if they might do it again, seeing his smile there, that was so much more reassuring than words could be… It told her he liked it, that he had enjoyed it more than just in the physical aspect of it, and in the end? That was all that mattered… If they had rough spots then they’d work on those rough spots, if she did something he didn’t enjoy then they’d figure it out, but for right now? It was perfect… Just as it was. The small, sweet kiss before the little eskimo rub had her just swimming really, her heart thudding slow and decadent in her chest. She wondered about it outside, maybe having a little picnic before or after, but she wanted to try it out of doors… Something warm and sweet, out in the wild, a place where they both belonged… “Mmm I like our dates… Though luckily I don’t see anyone for you to send fanny over forehead so your hand can take a rest…” She couldn’t help the sweet little tease there, the bright light in her eyes, loving the way he would laugh when she said something he thought was funny. She was leaning back on the counter and enjoying a little bit of a stretch, her body had a lot of adjusting to do, her legs still felt like they could perhaps give out at any moment. It was then she heard his question about her tattoo, and it was a bit of a shock to them both honestly, she had no idea what was going on with it and he was curious to find out what it was. She had asked him not to worry himself about it, she knew he had a lot on his plate back on the surface, and she didn’t want something that had always been a part of her to detract from his current path… Though she knew… The way he spoke… The look in his eyes… Her lips just curled in a knowing smile, shaking her head just a little, reaching out to run her fingers along his cheek. “My curious little tin soldier… Alright… I’ll try and see at the Orphanage if we can find anything there too… But! No chasing down my shadows on days we’re together… Deal? “ She knew better… He was like her, maybe even a little worse in a way, when something came into his line of sight? When it interested him? He had to chase that thread down to the end result. They were both curious creatures and she knew that, knew it very well, and figured that at this point? There was no point in trying to keep him from it, rather her better chance was to at least make sure their days together were just focused on them, and let him take that quest he chose to help distract him while she was away in Narius.
He set out some sweet things before going to take a cigarette, that strawberry he teased her with before he left was incredibly lush, something she could easily get used to… And probably get quite fat in the process. She had more good food around him than she had ever had on her own and she was pretty sure if she didn’t keep at least somewhat busy she was going to get a little fat. She watched him go as she shimmied off the counter to go and make them a couple plates, nothing too fancy but pretty damn tasty, a mixture of textures and tastes to suit them both. The absinthe was something she wanted to try with him, she personally enjoyed it quite a bit when she had a chance to partake, which wasn’t often to be fair… She usually sold it for a little extra money so what she got to keep over for herself was a little on the skinny side. This? Oh this was all pure indulgence, the whole day was going to be like that, had been from their adventure around Narius to now… Food and all of it delicious, and with dinner in the Corriander Flower, oh the wine had been an excellent start… It had only gotten better from there, coming here with that other wine that tasted like summer in a bottle, that alone had her more than a little lush… Adding the absinthe? Oh she was so… So going to be wonderfully fucked up… By the end of the night she wouldn’t be able to recall her own name but they would have a good deal of fun, without a doubt! Watching him come back with that obvious erection there of course she had to ask, to tease a little, to… Put on that sexy wee show… She relished the way he reacted there, watching his eyes wander over her whole body, peeking into the space bared by his shirt or the curves of her ass as she opened the window… What she wanted to next though… Oh how could she resist? While he was the first, and would be the last she touched, that didn’t mean she hadn’t seen it. After all, she had lived beneath a whore house for one, and that book… Well it definitely came with a good deal of instructions! And very… Very detailed guides… She was very good at putting two and two together, figuring out what worked by cause and effect, and if he recalled… She did take more than a few opportunities to learn… She would just get better as she went until she was perfect at pleasing him with her mouth and fingers… He called her out on being a tease, putting on a very innocent face as she looked up at him, attempting to deny it… Well, not so much as deny, but more so tease him in a different sort of way. To perhaps play it off that she was the innocent party…
She curled in close to him then as she let him go, a warm sigh passing her lips as they held each other tight, just savoring the feel of him in her arms… Being in his… The way he touched her healed so many hurts she never knew she had, just brought this incredible sense of peace and security, another facet of the addiction that was just himself. She was good at making things in fast order and had enjoyed making their sweet treat, though the absinthe bit, now THAT had her attention! Her Jacob? In Jail? In Narius?! Oh that had her surprised in deed, watching the way he was trying to explain, laughing between words at both the story and her reactions to it. Oh she couldn’t believe it! And yet on the other hand, she completely and utterly could! She ended up laughing more than a little bit, and yes she certainly did call him out on it, no way the pot can call the kettle without being a little black too! She loved his response though, that he was guilty as charged, oh it made her laugh just a bit more and hold him tighter still. She was fairly sure half of Narius had to have swooned, at least anyone ranging from the ages of fifteen to ninety, and that went for both sides of the fence! “Aww, so you thought of something quite daring and attention grabbing. Good idea, it certainly would have done the trick! Indeed it seems to have considering their beautiful little family. Though I still say a good part of the town had to have swooned… If you haven’t looked in the mirror lately? You’re kind of a big deal.” She said teasingly but it was also very, very true. Jacob was glorious from head to toe, and that was with his clothes on, take them off and in her mind? He was godly! No way people could have seen him streaking and not felt at least a little something! She watched as he took a drag of the cigarette and she ended up laughing all over again when he denied being the ring leader, biting her bottom lip with that smile that kept trying to grow, a brow raised over inquisitive eyes. “You don’t say… Well Maybe not without your top hat… Can’t rule the circus without it.” She teased as they laughed, holding each other close and sweet while she told him her little secret about absinthe, the stuff she made at home… Teasing him a little more when she said she’d start him out on thimble doses, after all her stuff was pretty damn potent, stronger than anything else you’d find with the humans… When he mentioned he grew up around it though, now THAT was curious, and she listened as he explained about how it came to be… A brow rose when he mentioned his mother had made the bottle she found, and admittedly that was more than a little fascinating, resting her chin on his shoulder a moment. “You have two mothers from what I remember you telling me, and two fathers too, so you had to have grown up… Or well… At least spent a good deal of time around quite the variety of talents. I admit now I’m really rather curious to meet another brewer, absinthe is a mean thing to brew, she’s a fickle fairy without a doubt. It might be something she and I can talk about when we meet.” She said with a nod, wondering just what sort of a mixed bag his family was, what sort of talents or trades they employed. She moaned softly as he lightly ran his nails along the back of her neck, making her shiver deliciously as she moved in just a little closer to him, pressing a kiss over his heart. “Like the… Stag party? Right? You’re supposed to be going to one of those soon if I’m remembering what your mother said right… Though…” She said with a bit of a little laugh. “I don’t think it’s so much that you can’t be trusted so much as… Maybe ideas around you need to be a little more… Filtered? But if I were completely honest I’d have too much fun seeing what you got into.” A gentle tease but what he said next oh… That melted her just a bit more, made her sink into his arms a bit more, a sweet soft happy little sigh… “Mmm… I love the way that sounds… More than I think I can say…”
She had a moment of verbal tidal wave so to speak… Her heart and her head were full, her soul heavy, and she wanted to speak what lay there… A part of her felt so cliché in a way because it sounded so… Clap trap… Vanilla… White washed human nonsense that no mortal could ever feel or understand… But with her limited romantic vocabulary she felt incredibly out of depth with this, with all of this, trying to keep her head above water… He was beautiful to her in so many ways, physical and mental, emotional and spiritual… She felt connected to him, like they shared the same thread of fate and it twined about them like the lines of a strong stitch, binding them together forever… How can you explain how deeply entwined she felt? It was almost impossible, painfully so because she desperately wanted him to know just how much he meant to her, had meant to her from the moment he smiled… Would she ever find the words? One day… One day she really, truly hoped to find them, because if anyone in the world deserved to heart words of true and undying love? It was him… She was still silently thankful he didn’t scoff or pull away, he just accepted it for what it was, the soft kiss to her forehead before reminding her it was ok to tell him anything… That would go a long way in helping her feel a little less awkward at least! Though she admitted a few moments later weekend visits might not be enough to cut it, at least not at first, she didn’t think she’d be able to get enough of it… They could spend an entire weekend buried in each other and she was fairly sure she would be needing a fix by Tuesday. She heard his laugh there and looked up at him, such a wicked, naughty little smile on her lips. “Oh we will? Well that takes the surprise out of me visiting mid-week… Shame… I had this little outfit with my stockings and garters all picked out…” She sighed sadly, her mouth a pretty little mue shape to it, just a child who had just bene let down. She told him to start on his dessert while she got into hers, and really, his reactions? Were almost better than his cock itself, and honestly, THAT was a damn high compliment! He swore and cursed and was utterly open about it all, it was like catnip to her, all she wanted was more of it… More and more of his reactions, his pleasure, the sounds he made and the expressions on his face… It was incredibly addictive and she was going to take that in it’d entirety. She gagged herself on that throbbingly huge cock of his, down and up and over again, tilting her head just a bit so he rubbed and thrust down the back of her throat in different ways… A thin bit of drool down her chin from her lusty ministrations over his cock, her hands though were far from idle, fingering herself while she palmed her breasts… Knowing he could see, wanting him to, watching him the entire time she did so… Never letting up a beat while she brought herself to a hot sweet orgasm that was quickly followed by him skull fucking her, making her moan and writhe against him even more, hands reaching up to palm his balls and grip his ass encouragingly. When he climaxed she instantly went soft, hungrily sucking up every spurt and spasm, swallowing every drop with a lusty gusto. Oh she lived for the taste of him, every time he came in her mouth it was like Christmas in July, this incredible wonderful gift she never took for granted. She swallowed and smacked her lips in appreciation of the heady taste of him before he pulled her up to kiss her, melting under him as she opened up to that kiss, letting him taste the sweet mix of their sex and his pleasure… The salted caramel mixed with mint and honey… She sighed softly against his chest as he held her tight, rubbing her hands up and down his back in a smooth rhythm, helping him catch his breath… She confessed she loved sucking his cock and everything that came with it, hearing his whine, his words… “Mmm but what a way to go…” She teased back. Kill him by sucking his cock? Sounded like the number one item on most guys bucket list personally. Could she do it? Doubtful but she might make him feel like he died and went to heaven a few times when she got better at it…
The bed was big and promising, she could see spending an entire day in there just lounging and napping, cuddling and reading… Sharing stories and telling each other about the moments of their lives… But the thing ruining the picture was the amount of pillows there, like somehow the pillows were breeding and it was a bloody bumper year, and that… She couldn’t really get behind that too much. Sure, a few pillows were nice, no doubt! But that many? She’d have to swim across them just to see him. She tossed them off into chairs and corners when the furniture was overfilled, laughing when he said he was sure that Anouk would probably love them, but she was shaking her head. “No way, she lives in a pretty birds next made of silk and gold with cotton candy lining it, with lots of flowers everywhere with huge mirrors so she can see how pretty she looks in her clothes. No regular stuff for her, no way, she’s too special.” She said as she worked, removing a vast majority of the offending pillows, coming to his side when he called her… They took their shots and ok, yeah, she had to admit his mothers prowess in the area. It was stronger than her own and that was impressive considering the stuff she made herself had to be diluted before it could be consumed by the public. “I really need to talk to your mother about this stuff… It’s incredible…” She said once she got her voice back, a bit of a laugh as she wiped the corner of her eyes, starting to feel that wonderful white hot floating that came with Absinthe… The way he was holding her, sliding his shirt off her shoulders earned him a warm sweet laugh, followed by a somewhat sassy response… His own, whispered directly into her ear made her blush suddenly and her nipples harden right under that shirt despite the pleasant warm air, her breath catching… “Maybe we should make a habit of it…” She said on a moan, shivering before she stepped down into the hot springs, a sweet hiss as it enveloped her… Warmed her from the outside in, sinking into her bones, pointing out just how many places were bruised and sore… The luscious wolf tracks of her lover on her skin… The pain of his claiming… Oh God it was so lush… She settled into his lap when he pulled her in, his whisper that he missed her when she was away, it just made it all the sweeter… Melting into his lap as she wrapped her arms over his, her head to his shoulder…
The confession about watching her, oh yes, that made her blush. She had thought her first attempt, her very first adventure into pleasure had been entirely alone, without a soul to see or hear… His finger sliding down between her thighs earned him the sweet response of her spreading them for him, her breath catching on a moan, the way she ground her ass into his lap… She admitted she had wanted to try that book out, and she could honestly say she had never once been happier to have been given a book, because if he hadn’t… How different would their path be now? How scared of this would she be? Nervous and afraid? But with the knowledge in that book, the sweet little introductions he had given her, it made today? The most amazing event… She had been able to enter this unafraid, just incredibly excited and eager, even hungry for what came next and he? Oh… Her Jacob? Did NOT disappoint… “Jesus Christ the way you bite my ear after whispering all those naughty things… You’ll make me cum again...” She whined softly as she writhed against his fingers. “That book… Shocked the hell out of me at first… I thought it was going to bite me the first time I opened it but… Once I did… I started reading… I was curious… So I went to the pool… But the one in my mind was you… All you…” She was half whining, a sweet high pitch to her voice as she trembled a touch in his lap, the way he was touching her… Teasing her… She bit her bottom lip hard enough to almost make it bleed, her head dropping back onto his shoulder, only for him to take advantage of the view and slide his hand up to her breast. Who was going to kill who now?! She cried out sweetly and arched into his touch, nails digging into his arms sweetly, gripping him not to stop him but to try and ground herself.. “I’m… So glad you watched me… I wanted you… For myself… All for myself… I wanted… To learn everything… But o-only with you to teach me…” She wanted that book from start to finish, every position and every act, all of it but with him… Only with him… She wanted her entire life of pleasure to know only one master… Only one man… One touch… She slid her hand up to where he cupped her breast, rolling the tip of her nipple in tight little circles as he pinched it, crying out sharp and sweet… Writhing… Breathing hard… She confessed that the night he kissed her, she would have gladly gone all the way with him, if only they hadn’t been interrupted… But knowing he would have taken it? She rolled her head to the side as he kissed and nipped at her neck, the suckling there, oh he had her hissing and whining… “Fuck that feels good…” She loved those little bites and sucks, they sent the most incredible sensations up and down her spine, not to mention other places! “Remind me to neuter Ric when we go back… For ruining that night…” She breathed as she wriggled in his lap. “I had to be with you… You drew me from the moment I met you and I swear… If it weren’t for the fact that my being with Dr. Barathon was the best for so many people I wouldn’t go… I’d stay right by your side as your student and your lover…” She moaned and writhed a touch as he continued to stroke her, making her head swim about in a richer fog than even before, her heart slow and drugged… Leaving her to languish in every sensation… “I still want to learn everything about you… Even with what I know… What you’ve shared… There’s a world inside you I want to explore… To spend every day of the rest of my life learning every part of the wonderful you I love…”
She made them both another glass of absinthe, the way she saw it was that this was their time, so she fully planned to explore it to the fullest extent. She had never really been drunk before but she would get that way tonight, and all she wanted was to embrace all of this with him, from start to finish without a single thought to come in and mess it up. It was why she thought to ask him what she did, and while tomorrow, oh tomorrow they would both look at each other and wonder what the hell was in the water… But for right now? It was just them and desire, and she wanted for the next twenty four hours they shared, to just… Be… Uninhibited, unrestrained, no thoughts about tomorrow or yesterday… Just now… She took that shot between her lips and fed it through him in that kiss, feeling the way he rose up to meet her, to take it from her… Taking her own shot a few seconds later, the two of them getting lost in that green fog together, her head easily swimming now… Only getting better as she reached down between them, to take his cock in her fingers and slowly stroke him over, to get him hard for her again… He had made her incredibly aroused by touching her, what he was saying, all of it combined made her need him all over again… She shifted up just enough to line their bodies up, to glide herself down onto him, to impale herself on him… FUCK this time did it ever hurt… More so perhaps than the first time and yet that pain made everything that much sweeter, her tender abused cunny walls had taken such a delicious beating earlier, and they were objecting to the invasion so soon… But while that pain throbbed everything else felt deliciously sharper, made her moan and slide down further, to bottom out on him again… She whined as she began to ride him, slow and sweet, those little pants and gasps of pain morphing into pleasure and need… Taking his hands and guiding them to her tits as she rode him reverse cowgirl, feeling his fingers fan out and grip her pert little mounds, and like him? It felt incredible, panting and gasping in his lap, bouncing slow and sweet over him… Letting them adjust… “Never...” She breathed as she ground down against him, her hands coming up to burry in her hair, listing it over her head as she kept her arms up to the sides… Giving him full access toher perfect little breasts as she bounced and ground against him… Writhing… Mewling… She confessed she wanted everything… Not just the love making, not just the bonding, but… What might come from it too… She didn’t want to take moon tea, she didn’t want to try and stop what nature might design, and if… For what ever reason… A baby came from this? They would take it all in stride… A baby unplanned, even if conceived at a time where their lives were going to go a little haywire, was still their baby… His and hers… Born from a pure, true and honest love, from a soul just flowering with one that was only now accepting the sun again… She felt his hand over hers for a moment before he slid it up, to cradle her cheek and turn her into that kiss, her upper body turning into it… To kiss him back just as soft and sweet, as loving and heady as it was, full of promises and need… When he said he wanted her… He wanted them… He said… Us… Oh her heart melted right out of her chest and burned through her entire body, warming her in ways no alcohol or outside source ever could, the tears rising to her eyes completely unbidden… It was beautiful… perfect… “Yes… Yes… Please… Us… Always…” She breathed back between kisses, looking at him with so much love in her eyes it was a physical thing he could surely feel, the way he had said it all… That he wanted them as a unit… It meant the world and so much more to her… The perfect thing to say… She threw everything into it and what ever hesitations or concerns she might have had were gone, blown away by those words, and there was just the desire… The need… The purely instinctual need and want to conceive…
She rode him sweet and clean, sometimes shorter thrusts, sometimes deeper but always slow… Tormenting… Enough to drive them both wild… They took another shot, and by the time this night was over that bottle would likely be long gone, along with one or two bottles of wine or what ever else they found… She was loving this sweet slow torment of them both, panting and moaning, sighing atop him as he occasionally rose up to meet her… But what he did next? Was new… She was suddenly lifted and shifted, her toes barely touching the tops of his feet as he stood, the sudden shift of the angle… Oh she cried out hot and sweet, reaching back to dig her nails into his skin, the depth and angle was torture! She struggled to find the edge, her tits just barely touching the water, her face inches from it… This was insane! She had felt Jacob in several positions before now, but never once in all of them was he like this, so sudden and without question… She rested her arms on the cool tile around the tub as he stretched her out, taking her from behind as his hands slid down from her breasts, her head spinning wildly… “Fuck this angle feels good!” She admitted suddenly, feeling him pressed flush to her ass like that, oh it was lush… The fingers that suddenly fisted in her hair weren’t her Jacob’s though, or rather… Not the way he usually did when she was sucking his cock or kissing her… No this was something different, like another side of him, and she recalled in that moment… Absinthe was something of his weakness… Was this it then? This side of him that came out under the green fairy? If so… Sign her up for another bottle… She screamed in pleasure as he pushed her down slowly, the angle and the shift, the dominance… She was already trembling and he hadn’t even started fucking her yet but she was there, on the damn line, ready to go off like a firework… She shook as her face rested against the tiles, her fingers gripping the edge of the tub as she felt his hands slide down her back, to palm her ass… She thought… Ha… Yeah fucking right… She was just waiting for him to move and when he did it was unlike any other time before and resulted in an instant throbbing scream of pleasure riddled pain… She was sore… Well used… Thoroughly fucked… And now she was going to be savaged in a way she had not experienced yet and rather than beg off? She begged for it! “Yes! Yes! Fuck your hungry little whore just like that!” Oh! What a dirty mouth she had! Apparently she might have picked up a bit of a vocabulary course at the brothel she lived under. She pressed up flush against him, rocked back when he rocked forward, meeting him so her ass slapped hard and sweet against his hips… The wet sound of skin slapping, the rhythmic pat-pat-pat of the rapid stucco of his thrusts, the way her ass bounced and shook against him with each violent penetration… Oh it was better than any erotic sound track. She was lost in a world that was a tight marriage between pain and pleasure, her body getting tighter and tighter still, something about it all leaving her feeling like she was going to break… Pop out of her skin… A butterfly from its cocoon… “PLEASE! Don’t Stop! Fuck me-Fuck Me-FuckMe! Fuck your dirty little slut!” [/b] She cried out throatily, white hot and needy, pure sex in every note of her voice… She quivered and her voice wavered, she moaned and mewled, she growled and groaned gutturally as she felt herself dragged down to a place she had never thought of before… Someplace dark… Kinky… Without rules or regulations… Where sensation alone existed… And the pursuit of it was encouraged…
She came once… Twice… Three times all in rapid order as he fucked her hard and fast, her face a mask of pure delicious sexual pleasure and agony, a thin stream of drool falling from her lips as she gave everything up… Surrendered to him entirely… When he slowed down she screamed in frustration against the tiles, trying to rock back onto him, to have another explosion of pleasure, another orgasm to fuck her head up that much more… When he began to fuck her again, those slow, suddenly deep thrusts instantly changed her tone… High quivering cries of pleasure and pain mixed in as she felt him thrust deeper into her than ever before, rocking back against him, rolling her hips… Swirling him inside her… She felt the pace change again and she shattered once more, coating his cock with her cum all over again, screaming his name once more as she wore the smile of a woman who thoroughly is embracing the moment… Her inner sexual demons… He fisted his hand in her hair and pulled back tight, making her cry out sweetly as he forced her to arch, the order in her ear… Touch herself… “A-anything for you Daddy-“ She stuttered and moaned, her hands diving down between her thighs, fingering her clit hard and sweet while her body slowly burned as though on fire… The angle was cruel, her scalp stung like a bitch, her pussy throbbed painfully… And it all made the pleasure THAT much sharper… She worked her clit over sweet and fast, her other hand coming up to cruelly torture her breasts, to grip and pinch and tug… She cried out over and over again, shattering faster than she could put herself together, orgasm after orgasm… One rolling into the other, no space between them, no breaks… Almost as though it were one incredibly long, drawn out, intense orgasm that never ended… She was soaking his cock, her sexual cum was so rich and thick at this point it was a physical sign on his skin, sweet and creamy and coating his cock and balls… And yet there was still more, and more, and more yet! “C-cum in you-your little f-f-fuck bunnies c-cunt! F-fill m-me! I n-n-need your f-f-fucking cock b-burried in-in-inside m-me! P-p-pump me f-full of cum s-so we c-c-can have a b-b-b-aby! –F-F-FUUUUUUCK! Y-y-es! F-fuck! J-j-just like t-that! Y-your wh-whore f-fells you in my f-fucking womb-! I- I wa-want it s-so fu-fucking bad!” She swore and cursed, she filled the air with her filthy, naughty sex talk. She had no filter, nothing in her existed outside of this decadent pleasure riddled box of pain he had her locked in and she didn’t want out, she fucking Loved it. She relished it. She went into it desperately and begged for what she wanted, just saying it made her cum, the idea of him getting her pregnant fucked her up so deliciously it was like opium for an addict.
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Post by Deleted on Jun 27, 2017 21:57:45 GMT 9.5
...he had collected up the tray of food.. the items she had layed out whilst she herself gathered the bottle and the two smaller glasses.. deciding to retire to the bedroom..the kitchen whilst it had its charm was growing a bit cooler.. and well why not relax in the warm and soft embrace of that rather large bed.. or the inviting bubbled hot tub that waited for them both.. he watched her as she took a running jump for the bed there.. kicking off the mountains of cushions.. her response about Anouk being a pretty bird in a nest made of silk and gold made him laugh..-.. mmhmm.. you are right she is far to special.. -drawing her back to him.. spinning her around as they both took their first shot of that bright green liquid.. though neither of them were quite prepared for the potency of it.. it just about knocking them both on their asses as they shared a few sweetly chosen cuss words and coughs.. he rubbed his lips together when she spoke again on wanting to speak with his Mother about it.. and how she got it to be so smooth and so potent.. he nodded as he began to peel the shirt off of her-.. mmm.. Sydel.. is different.. the one you saw in the little swallow message.. was Sybelle.. but.. thats talk for another time.. mm..
-he drew her in closer.. till her now naked frame was pressed against his own.. that robe having toppled down to the floor as he lead her down into the heated bubbling depths.. pulling her to his lap.. making sure she understood that when she wasn't with him he missed her.. and it was growing all the more worse with what they had just shared.. he craved her closeness..he held her back to his chest.. his chin to her shoulder as a kiss.. and then another lightly peppered her skin.. confessing then as to having watched her that night in the pools.. when she touched herself.. and just how much it had affected him.. how much it had drawn him to take her on that landing as he had.. to steal that kiss.. he chuckled close to her ear when she told him the book shocked her.. -.. mmhmm.. I figured it might.. I almost didn't give it to you.. I didn't want you to take it the wrong way and get.. offended.. -his hand had slid down .. parting her thighs as he began to torment her a little.. to tease her as his fingertips glided along her slit.. he listened when she spoke on how her curiosity got the better of her.. and thats why she went to the pools.. how he was on her mind.. his free hand glided up to cup her breast there.. feeling its weight against his palm.. a few more kisses upon her shoulder.. along the delicate curve of her neck.. -.. You've been all I could think about.. since I first laid eyes on you..
-he whispered to her skin.. though her nails digging in earned her a growl through gritted teeth.. his lips remained close to her ear.. his breath hot.. damp caressing it-.. I love it when you play with yourself.. -whispered.. the sheer sight of her teasing herself did only the most terrible things to him..nudging her neck to the side a little as he began to bite.. to nip and suckle.. feeling her writhing.. beginning to shift and tremble there.. the fact her ass.. those sweet plump cheeks were rubbing against his cock with each and every movement just made him shift.. made him move beneath her.. causing it to rub back.. he admitted that he would have taken her in that room that first night if they weren't interrupted.. and her response to neutering Ric made him laugh.. -.. We have plenty of time to catch up.. on the time we may well miss whilst you are away studying..
-he dragged his tongue along her shoulder once more.. blowing his heated breath to cool the skin soon after.. she shifted a little then.. pouring them both another glass of absinthe.. though his she shared.. their lips locking as she allowed it to trickle down into his heated mouth as they both murmured.. his head felt heavy.. filled with fog the more he drank.. he knew what it did to him.. he'd been told the stories.. but it was just the two of them.. there was no one else within ear shot.. and if his family knew what was good for them they would not be checking in without letting him know first.. his head dipped back .. he took a few more deeper breaths.. feeling the heat of the water.. the steam.. the closeness of her body.. all of it was making such a beautiful mix.. before she began to stroke him.. he stiffened .. he paused.. forcing out a breath coupled with a murmur.. those fingers.. those hands of hers.. pure magic.. though he was not expecting her to line herself up like that.. to glide her sweet little cunt down over him.. that first feeling.. that vice like tightness stretching to accommodate his cocks head was enough to have him widen his eyes and hiss out a breath.. for his hands to find her hips.. her thighs and to grip tightly..-.. Fuck Rose..
-he groaned long and slow as she all but devoured him as her ass settled once more.. he was nestled deep in that tight little hole.. incredibly hot.. smooth and slick.. he grit his teeth down.. she had bottomed out.. and it was incredibly lush.. he was going to end up addicted to this.. he knew it.. she guided his hold.. lifting his hands to cup.. to grab at her breasts.. before she began to bounce for him.. to lift and fall.. to ride him slowly.. dragging out the pleasure like torture.. making him hiss and groan.. whimper and moan.. unable to stop the bucking up every so often when the pleasure spiked and the teasing became just that little bit too much.. his fingers curled inward.. gripping her tits firmly.. a thumb and a finger on each rolling those hardened little buds.. giving a tug.. a pull.. she confessed to him in those almost drug fuelled moments.. that she wanted him.. all of him.. she wanted to let fate take control of the situation..24 hours of bliss.. no worries.. no questions.. no concern over what ifs or what could happen.. to just.. release themselves from any worldly bindings and enjoy one another.. which meant.. she could get pregnant.. if he were of right mind he would have questioned the timing.. perhaps it could wait.. at least until she had settled in school.. graduated.. but no.. his mind was fucked up beyond all recognition.. it was fog laiden and it was only growing thicker as the second batch of that drink began to hit him..he turned her head.. cradling her cheek as their lips met.. the kiss soft.. sweet.. before he told her he wanted her.. all of her.. that he wanted 'us' the two of them just falling into their professions of love and adoration for one another..
the kiss continued.. sweet and slow.. whilst she continued to ride him.. the shorter thrusts had him whining.. had the hold he had upon her only tightening.. the deeper slower ones had him rocking his head back.. had him hissing out sharper breaths as he met her at times half way.. the water splashed around them.. the sounds of groans and whimpers.. gasps and moans filled the room.. these walls were in for quite a show for these two weeks.. she offered him yet another shot of the green fairy.. he didn't have the will to say no.. tossing it back.. it didn't burn so much this time.. it glided down like silk.. warming his belly which meant he was well and truly primed by it.. his heart was throbbing there in his chest.. his body felt wound...tight.. and without warning he gripped her.. held her and he rose out of the water.. turning swiftly.. guiding her so her head was to the stones surrounding the pool..
her knees found the indents where he was seated only moments before and he thrust hard and deeply.. till he was pressed flush to her ass.. he heard her cries.. her voice crackling as she told him the angle felt good.. before he fisted her hair.. pulling it back.. pushing her body down into a position that would force that ass up.. he could feel her trembling.. his hands glided down her back then.. down her soft skin.. to grab at her ass.. before he would just take that control from her.. fucking that sweet little slit of hers.. she had to have been sore.. he knew it.. and yet in those moments he ravaged her as if their lives depended on it.. her words Oh wow.. now that was a side of her he had not heard.. or figured she had.. such filth coming from between sweet little lips.. and it just spurned him on.. pushed him harder.. she rocked back to meet him.. forcing him to slap harder against her ass in the process.. making her little body bounce against the side of the tub.. those beautiful tits of hers swung wildly.. he groaned he grunted..
gritting his teeth down as he took what he desired from her.. his hold shifted.. from the firmness of her ass.. to higher around her hips.. making sure to press his palm to her lower back.. keeping her upper body low.. needing that ass up.. -.. Fuck Rose.. -he groaned.. his right hand landing hard against her ass cheek.. a rough spanking leaving a red raw hand print.. one that he rubbed a moment later.. before the left received the very same treatment.. he tormented her.. it wasn't all just plowing into her.. he'd slow down to an almost crawl.. laughing a little when she screamed at him in frustration.. when she tried to back up to dip his cock down into her sweet little slit.. only he held her tightly.. ceasing her ability to move.. she had to just bend there.. exist there as his cock stretched her.. but didn't move.. at least for a moment anyway before he would start fucking her once more..
she climaxed several times.. each one coming down harder and faster than the previous one.. he hissed through them though.. he had to.. the vice like grip only got tighter.. threatening to force him out of her.. but he wouldn't allow it.. he held onto her even tighter each time.. making sure he was as deep as he possibly could be.. feeling those walls quivering.. milking him.. all in effort for him to cum.. she screamed for him.. his name.. her moans and cries were sweet and sharp.. she was skirting that fine line he knew it.. he reached down and fisted her hair once more.. pulling her head back.. making her body arch.. her nipples now grazing the edge of the stone as he leant down over her.. making her body burn.. he whispered that order right into her ear.. to touch herself.. her response.. calling him Daddy had him growl.. -. Good girl.. -he hissed down into her ear.. his teeth latching onto her earlobe..he pulled back.. though he held that grip in her hair.. keeping her arched...keeping her tight as he fucked her.. as he watched her wriggle and writhe against him.. he didn't have to move all that much.. when she tormented herself she grinded against him.. and the view.. was spectacular.. that ass rolling.. lifting and falling.. he rubbed his free hand up and down her back then.. along the skin.. down over her ass.. and back again.. just touching her as he'd thrust deep every so often..she was soaking him.. utterly.. he could feel her cum trickling down and coating his balls..
her words continued.. filthy.. dirty and incredibly naughty.. she was desiring to be pumped full of his cum.. that she was his whore no less.. that she wanted all of it so So very badly.. -.. How badly do you want it girl? -he would call out to her.. pumping into her from behind.. a few short thrusts.. almost completely withdrawing so she would feel the ridges around his head tugging against her entrance before he would dip dive back into her cunt once more..-.. Tell me how badly.. -he would wait for her response.. for her pleading.. for her begging before he would release the hold upon her hair.. letting her body fall lax if she desired it.. he'd reach down ..grabbing her elbows.. forcing her to cease playing with herself as he pulled them back..gripping firm.. and he fucked her.. rough and hard.. the sounds.. skin slapping skin.. her ass jiggling as he more or less bounced off of it with every single thrust.. he grunted .. he groaned.. she would have felt every throb.. every tremble from him as he grew closer and closer to that inevitable explosion..
the grip upon her arms was harsh.. it would have made her muscles ache and burn.. like the rest of her would have been.. though he broke it.. allowing her arms to topple back down to her sides.. he glided those fingers back up pooling her hair over one shoulder.. he would reach around.. his palm would find her throat.. his fingers curling inward as she would have had to arch that hot little body back a little.. he'd fuck her then.. slapping his body hard against her ass.. the hold upon her throat tightened just a little.. not enough to choke her.. just a little more pressure.. his thumb reaching to hook into the corner of her mouth.. the pressure built.. higher and higher.. before she would notice the rhythm collapsing.. his thrusts became a little more wild.. a little more violent before he gripped her fiercely and he just released.. he exploded.. crying out loudly .. calling her name as he shot into her deeply.. their bodies all but fused together as he painted up those slick abused inner walls of hers.. he gasped and groaned.. he bucked against her.. trembling as his hand about her throat fell to her shoulder.. nails digging into the skin.. he unloaded more than he was sure he had done earlier.. his breath was shot.. he was coated in a thin sheen of sweat .. -.. Oh Good God.. -he whined through grit down teeth.. swallowing the breaths that all kept catching in his throat.. a few more thrusts.. feeling that sticky wet cum rolling around.. before he would release the hold he had upon her..
his chest caving in with the harder breaths he was taking.. slowly.. very slowly he would withdraw from her.. inch by precious little inch.. feeling her bodies scorching heat.. before he would drag the remainder of that cum along her raw little slit.. he would sink back.. though not before he would capture her in his shaking arms.. cradling her close to his chest .. legs over one arm.. guiding her head to his shoulder .. his heart felt as though it was trying to break free.. longer.. deeper breaths taken to try and regain some composure.. -.. please tell me I didn't hurt you.. -he whined softly.. looking to her there.. even with the green fairy tugging at his conscious he would still be worried.. he knew that when he was under its influence he kind of got a bit carried away.. -
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Post by BadInfluence on Jun 28, 2017 13:54:26 GMT 9.5
She ended up laughing softly when he said Anouk was special, honestly that went without saying, the woman could bowl over a Titan without a problem. They would come to the point of his unique mothers soon enough that went without a doubt, but admittedly she was rather sure it wasn’t the bubbly font of lavender that she had seen that night with Jacob on his balcony, the two just didn’t overlap in her head… You can’t be… Like that… And be able to make something as virulent and potent as this absinthe was. Besides, in this moment she wasn’t really too worried about it, it was more of a curiosity than a necessity. It was a bit hard to focus on anything other than him right now as it stood, the way he was sliding his shirt off of her, oh it gave her ideas alright… A lot of them… Things like little games… Ways he could earn a piece of clothing… Coming to visit him with nothing on under a rather unassuming coat but a pair of stockings and perhaps a bit of lingerie… And why not? They were young they were in love, and God knew they both had a body worth unwrapping… The hot spring there in the floor just about turned her into a puddle, it was hot and deliciously so, but oh did it ever bring to point every sore muscle… Every aching part of her… Still, she rather savored it, it was a very obvious reminder of what had happened… She was definitely not a virgin anymore, and she found she rather liked it, the act of making love with him… It was a damn sight better than the book could have ever explained and she knew… Oh she knew without a sliver of redemption that she was damned… Utterly so… An eternity of slavery to him and everything he made her feel… “It wasn’t so bad when I opened it to the beginning… I went somewhere a touch past the middle and ended up right in the sexual positions and… It was a bit of a shock I admit. I wasn’t offended though just… Wildly curious… About more than just the book…” A breathy sigh as he kissed her… Moved along her skin… The way his hand had slid down between her thighs and began to stroke her ever so softly… Just enough to tease… Make her breathe catch… A soft whimper of pleasure… His hand under her breast made her gasp a touch, oh honestly she loved the way he knew just how to touch them, how perfectly they fit in his hands… “I felt the same… I thought I was sick at first… Ate some bad fruit… Some sort of chemical reaction because I had never felt that way before… And with you it was virtually instant… Drove me a little nuts…” She confessed, remembering how weird she felt around him, the strange twists in her stomach… Her head… The first signs of love…
Of course he had to tease her a touch… The things he whispered in her ear while his fingers danced over her slit and her breast, leaving her more than a little fogged up, only playing into that green fairy all the more… “Mmm I am going to keep that in mind… Maybe have you wait outside the room… Have you hear me playing with myself… The way I moan and get hotter and hotter… Till I’m screaming your name as I cum around my fingers… Letting you peek through the keyhole maybe? My personal little peeping tom…” It was spoken on a lush little moan, those bites? The nips and suckling to leave a little trail of hickies up her neck? Holy God in heaven did that ever set her on her ear, the shivers that raced up and down her spine, had her nipples hard as little berries despite the heat… She arched and rocked in his lap, grinding her plump full ass against his groin, the way he moved against her… The two of them tormenting each other with the most luscious little deviations… Though finding out he would have taken her that night on the landing if not for Ric interrupting? Yeah neutering him would have been too kind, though Jacobs laughter, the words he said… She shook her head even as she laughed and moaned all at the same time. “I feel bad for where ever we stay… I foresee… A lot of broken furniture… Ripped sheets… We’re petrol and a match together… Everything around us is going to burn…” [/b] Was that ever the truth too. Everything around them was just a tool, fuel for their fire, something to be used while they furiously mated with each other… And why not? She had seen from that couch, the rug before the fire, that once they started? They burned out of control, the only way to put it out was for him to climax, because there was no way she could try to pretend that she was a one pop sort of girl… He had unlocked the fact she was multi-orgasmic to her, able to cum repeatedly in a short time, which given how good he was in bed? Oh… Yes… That? Guaranteed. She made them another glass of absinthe, no point in not polishing off the bottle while they were there, and this stuff was too good not to thoroughly go all out on… Though this shot she delivered differently, taking it herself before feeding it to him in a kiss, hearing his moan and murmur… Taking her own shot shortly after, getting more and more fucked up, the double hit along with the wine form earlier was definitely making itself known… Lowering… Even obliterating some of her inhibitions… Enough that she said fuck propriety or what was right or wrong… Sliding down to grip him, to ease him into a stiffened state before she slid down onto him, hearing his hiss… The sharp exhale, his hands over her hips gripping tightly, enough to reinforce the bruises from earlier… Relishing the pain…
Oh it hurt, no doubt about it, he was huge and she was incredibly petit… She had been a virgin just a while ago and her slick vice tight walls, they weren’t ready, weren’t prepared for the sudden invasion even though she wanted it… She knew too, after this sweet hot round of fucking that she would have to beg off, to heal… But for right now? It was that heady mix of pleasure and pain all in one, unable to separate the two she relished them both, something about the way one made the other so much sweeter was sort of insane… Made her think she might need to get into some of the darker chapters of that book he lent her… After all, not all sex was sunshine and rainbows, it had a darker side… And she had a thought that she might be a bit like that book… Filled with needs for both… She slowly began to ride him, unable to help the sweet sharp sighs and trembling moans, the quavering of her body and her breath as she tormented them both… Just sweet strokes, slow and shallow, or deep and grinding, but never fast… Just enough to drive them a bit crazy… She loved the feeling of his hands on her tits and she guided them there, her trembling only getting stronger as her back arched, her nails gripping into his thighs as she bounced there for him… Admitting what she wanted… Needed… Hoped for… Later on they could both go oh what the FUCK… But for right now? It felt right… Perfect… She knew she was asking a lot, even in this drunken state she was in, it was… Huge… A grand magnitude but he agreed, telling her he wanted this, he wanted the ‘Us’… And that just made her fall in love with him all the more, feeling the lush warmth of belonging, of being wanted pour through her… Feeding, fueling the pleasure as the pain continued to ricochet through her each time he thrust up, panting sweetly against his lips through that decadent, sweet and loving kiss was shared… It went on and on, bound at the lips and with him inside her, it was insanely saccharine… She loved every moment of it… Breaking off only when his head fell back as she took him slow and deep, all the way to the tip of his cock and back down, savoring it all… Slowing down just enough to make them another glass, the bottle already more than half gone, the burn of each shot forgotten… They were well and truly gone now, functioning but on a level that was far more primal to them both, less refined and… Cautious…
He shifted the angle on them suddenly and she had to admit, the pain that fired through her was intense, but so was the pleasure… The angle felt incredible and she didn’t even try to fake it, voicing honestly how incredible it felt, following his directions… The way he moved her… That hand in her hair as he asserted his dominance had her like half set putty for him, utterly warm and malleable, not a drop of resistance in her even if she tried… It hurt in a way she had never felt before but she wanted it, all of it, every fucking drop of this beast hidden behind her gallant knight… She was face down to the tiles, ass up a good four inches over her head, the lines of her back sexy as hell as he had her bent… Exposed and vulnerable… Arms gripping the side of the spring as she tried to figure what he would do next… But even if she had weeks to sort it out she never would have figured what it was, not this, it was the last thing she thought he would do… Perhaps… Could do… The second he began to piston fuck her from behind it was like all bets were off, fuck the gloves and the rules, this shit was primal… Raw… Open… She ended up throwing into it like she had a death wish, the things that came out of her mouth never would have been heard before, but she knew them… Remembered them… Had heard them at the brothel above the room she had rented for over a year… For the first time in her life she knew WHY they had been said, though if it was financially fueled or if it was real, she didn’t care… For her? It was… It was incredibly fucking real and bare bones honest as she screamed for him, begging him to fuck her, fuck his little whore… Which was hilarious considering two hours ago she had been a virgin! Either way? Right now she felt like it and loved it, she WAS his little whore, and she would give him anything he wanted… His pleasure? Was hers. She pushed back against him thrust for thrust, the sounds they made only drove her on even harder, making the rich pleasure that was already pouring through her that much more intense… Breaking her down in a thousand different ways and each new layer was fucking perfect… Ideal… The grip on the tiles lining the spring had to get tighter, she was being pushed forward violently with each thrust, her tits swaying and bouncing more than she had ever felt before… The feel of the heat of the springs, the cool of the air, all of it combining to give her pretty little mounds quite the run…
Each strike of his hand against her ass resulted in a vice tight clamping of her cunt around his cock, a sharp sweet cry of pain and pleasure, her head forced back… Her body arched… All the while he slapped her ass and fucked her, making her feel deliciously slutty and more than a little aroused, uninhibited and sexy… His perfect partner… The screams when he slowed down were unavoidable though, oh it was frustrating to have cum so many times only to have him ease his pace off, leaving her writhing… Trying to buck back onto him and hearing his laugh as she failed, held on that tight angle, her head spinning and her heart stalling out more than once… Just those white hot dips… Slow and sweet… Oh he fucked her up badly, she was sobbing brokenly as she desperately wanted more, needing that savagery again… Thank God he didn’t hold off too long, he went back at her full tilt and had her cumming all over again, forcing his cock through it’s own paces, each climax making her tighter… Tighter still… The only way they kept fucking like a couple of drugged up bunnies was because of how utterly soaking wet she was otherwise he wouldn’t have been able to slide into her… Oh yes, she was on that razor wire tightrope of pleasured pain, the mix of it was getting thicker every time he plunged in… What was pleasure? What was pain? They were soo tightly married she couldn’t figure them out anymore, all she knew was that one fed the other, and vice verse… The new angle had her nipples against the rough walls which only made it all THAT much worse, her body opening up to him like a flower to a bee, eager to please… Calling him daddy was all her though, for some reason it just fell from her lips the moment he yanked her head back and told her to touch herself, pure instinct and desire… The way he responded though… Her nipples got even harder and she nearly fainted from the sensations that racked her… “Yes- Yes Daddy! I’m your G-g-ood Girl…” She keened high and sweet, hands between her thighs… Fingering over her clit before raising her hand to palm her tits, giving him all the view he could get at this angle, feeling him slam against her ass even harder than before… She could feel the shaking all the way up her back, her ass bouncing like a rubber ball against his hips, two plush full round moons of flesh for his pleasure… She was on fire, her whole body burned and a part of her wanted to beg him to stop, it was too much… Another part would rather die first… Resulting in a stand off that left her just a whimpering slave to him, begging for more, desperate for it all.. The spanking, the slapping, the soft touches and the fiery burn over her scalp…
Tell him how badly… Those words growled to her as he savagely thrust into her… Slowing down… Tormenting… Taunting her… “PELASE! Daddy please! I need it!” She begged brokenly, whimpering as she reached back and sunk her nails into her own ass, tears springing… Falling… Desperate… “I need it SO fucking bad Daddy- I’m- I’ll die without your big fucking cock… Filling me Up… P-pumping me full of all that w-white hot jizz! P-please! D-don’t let me die needing you- Fuck your good girl- Fuck me-!” Oh it was all said with such sweet, decadent, loving honesty… Pleading… Begging… Hot and Needy… Such a delicious tone to it that one would be hard pressed, almost impossible to resist… To deny… “I’ll Do anything Daddy- Please- Please don’t stop! I n-need this! Need You!” Quivering kitten like mewls before she felt him release her hair, her body instantly sagging forward, her face against the cool slabs as she cried sweetly… Fingers still between her thighs as he ordered her to while her free hand tried to push herself back up… She was trembling form head to toe and could barely move, and still he wasn’t done, a fact which earned him a cry of pleasured glee when he angled her around again… Arms hooking her elbows… Forcing her to arch again in a new way… Kept her locked… Unable to rock back on him as he furiously fucked her again, making her scream and moan, drool trailing off of her chin in a sweet silver thread… She was on fire, in agony, and she wanted more still… Crying his name out over and over again while she suffered a slow torture while the pleasure just mounted away with each pounding thrust he made into her… Her head falling forward as she groaned and moaned, saccharine cries of pleasure as she started to climax again, that same hard run… One on the heels of another, a rip tide of it that had her soaking his cock and balls, making the ride for him as mind blowing as it could ever be… She knew he was close, his cock was swelling inside her, she could feel the added stretch… The way he was throbbing, bucking, his breathing out of rhythm… His thrusts soon following… She took that thumb he hooked her in her mouth and suckled it, rolling and swirling her tongue over it as he choked her… Not enough to hurt… Not enough to black her out… Just enough to assert that dominance, to make her head float off, to give her that thrill of almost danger…
When he came there was no denying that it was… Plentiful… He had given her more than a fair share earlier but that was a pittance compared to what he had just thrust into her, exploding inside her with enough force to fill her from womb to cunt, her head swimming… Collapsing against him as she felt it all shift… The change… The weight and pressure… A spark… There and gone in an instance but enough to catch her attention… Make her wonder… What was it like for elves to conceive?... Could she even do so? Right now?... She could barely even think let alone function as she shuddered… Trembling against him as she came hard and sweet, her body hell bent on sucking up every drop of that cum that it could, her skin bruising, bleeding under his nails… A delicious chaser to the amount of pleasure she was feeling… Floating somewhere… Far… Far away… Panting sweet and shallow as her heart refused to beat right, her whole body on the frits, like she was going to faint… She almost did when he pulled out, her whole body sagged forward, caught only then by his arms… Lifted up… Caught in his strong embrace against his chest as he sat down… She curled into him, arms around his neck as she held him close, her head on his shoulder… His words came through a fog, shaking her head slowly, feeling the burn there… The sweet bruise of her shoulder… “Never… You could never hurt me…” She whispered against his skin, unable to stop the shaking, the waves that still rocked her… “I… Never… Thought it could… Like that… It was… Intense…” Understatement of the year! “I didn’t know… I could cum so much… So often… It was just one… Long… Drawn out orgasm… And your climax… So much cum… I feel it… Heavy and hot…” A gentle confession… A hand tracing down over her breasts… Over her womb that betrayed them both… Down to her thighs… Gathering up the excess… What her body didn’t need… It had everything necessary now… Already the contact had been made… The moon tea? Couldn’t stop this… Nothing could… Too much will… Desire… Fate… Need… All of it combined to make a miracle… Their miracle… She lifted the thick rich cum to her lips to lick it off like a cat in the crème, drifting there in his arms before she had all the last traces of his cum swallowed down, letting herself float in the shelter of his arms…
However, even that had to shift, after all they didn’t exactly rock the whole raisin look… She got out first with his help, her legs more than a little unsteady as she took slow, careful steps towards the dresser… Reaching for a soft cream colored confection of a night gown… All lace hand stitched into a sheer silken chiffon material, all of it gauzy and see through, resting on the lower rounds of her shoulders and held up by a single simple silk bow at the back… Her golden curls a rioted mess about her head, her skin just glowing, peppered with bruises and bite marks… More than a few perfect hand print welts on her ass… And the most angelic smile on her lips as she settled down into the bet, the desert tray on her lap, patting the bed next to her… Cuddling him up as she made sure he was comfortable, taking up the spoon and feeding him small bites between kisses, the bottle of absinthe had been finished off between them in that pool… “You know… When I was little I was told it wasn’t a good idea to dream…” She said softly, opening up about her childhood, something that was incredibly rare for her… Her past? Was behind her, she never brought it to the future with her, but it seemed to be just what she did with him… Let him see glimpses into what made her who she was… “As an orphan, the less you want, the better off you are… Dreams can hurt you, especially when they’re broken, and we’re taught not to hope because it’s better for us… Then I met you and all of the rules I had lived my life by just went up in smoke…” She said, feeding him another bite, curled up with him next to her… Sharing body warmth in the cooler air around them… Oh it was lush… perfect… More than a little ideal… The stars coming in through the windows, the quite night sky, the whisper of the wind through the chimney… “I saw you and all I could do was dream all of a sudden… You were in my thoughts all the time, every day, and I knew I had to be with you… You’re this… Beautiful, crazy, wild storm that suddenly blew into my life… Uprooted all my plans and ideas, threw out all my preconceived notions about what was right and what was possible, made me question my own logic and reason… A hurricane out of season I was totally unprepared for you, and yet despite it all I stood out in the middle of it, arms open… I wanted to embrace you, storm and all, because I knew… More than anything else… I’d rather be in the storm than watch it pass me by… You give me a reason to live and not just exist, to chase those clouds and dance in the rain, to let the wind whip my hair around and the lightning flash and the thunder shake my bones… I thank any god who can hear me, every day, for meeting you… For all of this…” She said, still feeding him bites between taking some of her own, finishing off their bowls between them as she talked. “No matter what happens I need you to know… I’ll never leave you Jacob… I’ll never hurt you. Insane schedules, mad schooling, stupid newspaper gossip and insane retarded pseudo doctors and all… I can take it all in stride, you’ll never see me trip, because my eyes are on you… Your my north star, the sun in my sky, the moon and stars that light my night up… I promise you you’ll never feel heartbreak again… You’ll never know another day of sadness without me to share the burden and hold you up…”
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Post by Deleted on Jun 28, 2017 20:07:43 GMT 9.5
.. everything switched.. turned around when the absinthe got its strangle hold upon the pair of them.. it forced him to dip down into the dominance that would come from his Mothers genetics.. the sheer need for control ..for power over all and any before him.. though there was enough of him still there to stop him from say.. stripping her skin off so to speak.. she had spurned him on.. started the fire deep down in his belly when she stroked his cock.. when she whispered those naughty words in his ear.. when she rode him and shared with him that third shot of that potent green liquid.. and when it hit him.. it hit him hard.. he had turned.. lifting her out of the water with a strength he should not have had.. putting her in only the most optimum position.. head down.. that lush sweet ass up.. and he fucked her raw.. hard.. fast.. tormenting her with every thrust.. slowing down to watch her squirm and to hear her beg.. speeding back up to hear her scream and yell.. she pleaded.. she begged.. she got down right dirty.. utter filth fell from those otherwise sweetheart ed lips.. and nothing fazed him.. it certainly didn't disgust him.. it didn't push him away.. if anything it made him push her harder.. it made the hold he had upon her tighten.. his nails scratching down into her skin.. bruises upon bruises.. he spanked her.. slapped his palms firm..flat upon her cheeks.. leaving behind the perfect outlines of his hands.. rubbing the sting drawing out the pleasure that would have come from such a primal act..
she called him daddy and pleaded with him that she needed it.. all of it and more.. he called her a good girl.. she was behaving after all.. she was doing everything he asked and a little more on top of that.. though when she tried to buck back against him when he stilled he couldn't help the little laugh that spilled forth.. holding her in place.. the lines showing along his muscular arms ..she told him she'd do anything so long as he didn't stop..that she needed it..that she needed him.. he released her hair and her body seemed to just sag forward he thrusted deeply.. bottoming out in her as he leant forward.. one hand upon her throat.. fingers fanning out.. his thumb dipping into her heated little mouth.. when she began to suck it he groaned.. Oh that was lush.. it was the extra added hit he was not prepared for and it pushed him harder.. he fucked her almost violently.. groaning and gasping before he couldn't hold it back any longer.. he ploughed into her as he exploded.. the thrusts deeper slower to begin with.. before turning a lot more shallow.. he gasped for breath as his chest just about completely hollowed out.. he honestly couldn't breathe after that marathon.. his body trembled over hers.. he could hear her crying out.. her moans and gasps.. he swallowed.. he blew out the longer breaths.. drawing his hand from her throat slowly.. gliding it down the length of her sweat laden back.. he whined as he withdrew..
her cunt was like a vice a hundred times over.. every time she climaxed it just got tighter.. it got harder for him to remain inside her.. but he persevered.. something pushed him on.. something made him go that bit deeper till he finished.. he continued to gasp as he guided her little bruised frame up into his arms.. sinking down into the water as he winced a little.. the little cuts from her nails were a little raw when the mineral bubbles came into contact.. he slid her long legs over one of his arms.. her head to his shoulder.. she would have been able to pick up on his heart beat.. throbbing wildly in his chest.. trying in earnest to break free.. his body had burned through a lot of the absinthe.. though not all of it.. a bit of the buzz remained.. enough to keep him incredibly relaxed.. but.. the dominance.. the little power-trip.. right back in its box.. he was worried he had hurt her in those moments.. and he managed to ask her through somewhat shattered words.. he felt and heard her whispers when she tried to reassure him.. though he laughed a little weakly when she said she never knew sex could be like that.. how it was intense.. -.. mmhmm.. -his lips brushed against her forehead-.. you aint seen nothing yet angel.. -another kiss.. just light there as he took a deeper breath.. blowing it out slowly.. his head rocked back.. he was utterly spent.. completely sated.. and if he were honest with himself he couldn't recall a time he felt quite this way..
he'd had partners before.. several in fact.. sex was not new to him.. but..he was never this settled afterwards.. never like this.. he brushed his hand up and down her back there.. just content to sit there with her.. before he would plant his feet down.. he would lift up.. groaning as his muscles protested.. he would keep hold of her though.. turning then as he stepped out of the pool.. placing her down.. making sure she had her balance on her feet.. that she wasn't too wobbly before he wrapped her in a towel.. he slid one another his waist.. hooking it at his side.. he moved across the room there.. drawing open the cupboard.. they had been organised indeed.. a lot of his clothing was there.. or well a few key pieces...it wasn't like he'd need a great deal..he slid into a pair of simple navy cotton shorts.. tying the drawstring about his waist.. though they sat low upon his hips.. he ran the towel up long his shoulders.. letting it sit down upon the back of one of the chairs.. he ran a comb through his rather unkempt hair.. just sitting it back casually..
glancing then over his shoulder.. catching a glimpse of her slipping into that little lace number.. he couldn't help the smile that appeared.. crossing the room then.. he would slide his arms around her from behind.. pulling her into him.. into a sweet embrace as he pressed his chin to her shoulder.. looking to them both through the mirror before her.. -.. incredibly beautiful.. -he whispered as he kissed the soft round of her shoulder there.. lingering a moment.. before he would release her-.. get into bed.. I'll be back in a moment.. -he glided his hand across her lower back then as he moved to step out of the bedroom.. slipping into the kitchen there.. he gathered up a couple of cups.. a bottle of water.. he was parched.. utterly so.. that green fairy had run him dry and he knew.. oh he knew what was going to happen come morning.. he downed a glass of water then .. as if he hadn't had a single drop of water in a month.. before he'd return to the room.. placing the bottle and a cup on her side of the bed.. leaning in to press his lips to her forehead-.. drink up.. at least a little though preferably a lot.. -he turned down the overhead lanterns.. the room growing dimmer.. darker.. though he'd flickering a few candles to life with a wave of a couple of fingers.. slipping down between those covers then.. beside her..his arm stretched out as she curled in beside him.. his chin to the top of her head.. watching as she forked some of the fruit.. the honey glistening in the candlelight.. he graciously accepted the sugary treats.. offering little murmurs of appreciation to let her know just how good it tasted.. listening as she spoke on how things went when she was little.. when she was younger.. how she wasn't to dream as it would only lead to disappointment.. his brows furrowed a little and he sighed..
rubbing his hand up and down her arm there...he was more than a little saddened by the idea that..she missed out on all that.. so much of her childhood had been cruel..he noticed she shivered every so often.. the little hearth across from the bed would spark to life.. the candles around them extinguishing so the only light was that of those flickering flames that he may have had a hand in.. the blinds were open.. leaving quite a view of the countryside.. stars littered the inky black sky.. he brushed his lips to the side of her head once more.. reaching down when they had both finished the plates..taking the tray and placing it to the side before he settled back in and pulled her back in close.. his arm wrapping around her..he wouldn't interrupt her.. he allowed her free reign.. to have the floor completely so to speak.. his hand just glided up and down her arm.. his chin falling to rest back atop her head.. watching the stars as she spoke on what she thought of him.. and how they worked so beautifully together.. how she thanked any god that could hear her every single day for meeting him.. he tilted his head down a little when she promised him he'd never feel heart break again..
that he'd never know another day of sadness without her to share the burden and to help hold him up-.. I love you.. -he whispered.. his gaze though heavy lidded lingered upon hers as he gazed down to her.. his free hand reaching to glide a finger along her jawline.. to lead her to look up to him so he could kiss her.. soft slow and delicate-.Id choose you, in a hundred lifetimes.. in a hundred worlds.. -his fingers glided through her hair-.. in any version of reality.. I'd find you and I'd choose you.. -he'd kiss the tip of her nose there.. just lightly.. guiding her to rest her head back to his shoulder there as he embraced her close.. drawing the quilt up over her shoulder to make sure the chill in the room didn't affect her all to much.. -..
do you remember.. in the carriage on the way to Narius.. when you and Kit were studying.. and Henry was reading.. I was sketching?.. -his fingers traced patterns upon her arms.. just idly.. nothing in particular.. the desire to just touch her ever apparent.. he would wait on her response before she might well have felt the little crackle of energy as a few sparks seemed to light up the back of his hand.. he flicked his wrist and the envelope appeared there.. her name in a beautiful script across its front.. he handed it to her..-.. I was going to give it to you after we got back from the restaurant.. but.. well.. -he cleared his throat.. laughing a little-.. here we are.. -another kiss to her temple.. just light.. watching as she would open it.. the back was sealed with a little scarlet coloured wax..inside.. there was a piece of folded paper.. it was thicker than most.. more akin to a parchment royalty might use for their correspondence.. it felt soft and smooth.. not a single flaw upon it.. when she opened it.. there would be her.. a sketch of her in black charcoal and pencil.. a smile upon her features.. a pen behind her ear.. she was engrossed in a book.. -.. little did I know the book you were so captivated by was that of my own.. -he chuckled.. caressing her hair lightly..
down the side was his own script work... he read it to her.. softly- To my dearest Rose.. Ive only met you once, but I feel like I know you. I can tell how easily you fall asleep at night just by the way you laugh. -he drew a quiet breath-.. Ive only met you once but I feel like you know me. You called me by my name with more adornment than others have kissed me. -he would tighten the arm around her- Ive only met you once but I feel like I used to know you. It's as if there was a possibility that we were once in love in another lifetime. -a kiss to her temple-.. I've only met you once, but I feel like I could love you. And if I can only meet you once more, the world might not be such a dark place.. -he exhaled softly..-.. From your Jacob.. -he rubbed his lips together-.. I think Kit saw me watching you.. -his brows furrowed a little and he chuckled-.. I looked up.. and caught her.. before the pair of us both turned back to our literature. it was when you had drifted off to sleep.. -he rubbed his hand along her arm..-.. If I look back.. from the first time we met.. to well now.. I think.. if I were to be honest with myself I knew.. I knew that we were meant to connect..the feeling was just so very strong.. so incredibly intense.. I know.. from my work that this happens.. I witness it often.. I have seen it first hand..when a couple that are supposed to link.. meet.. and the sparks.. as they say flourish and burn.. it's an instant.. it's not slow..it's so much stronger than what the humans would term love at first sight.. it's a person you are physically drawn to.. and no matter how much you fight it.. you wont succeed.. the gods and goddess know where we are meant to be.. and in as much as I'd like to say we have control over whom we love.. it's so much bigger than that.. and...
-he laughed a little awkwardly-.. I am rambling and this is much to deep a conversation to have right now.. -he gave her a bit of a playful squeeze.. chuckling quietly.. -..You should sleep angel.. -he whispered.. drawing her a little further down into the covers there.. keeping her close.. so her head rested atop his chest.. over the steady beat of his heart.. he would stroke his fingers through her hair until she settled.. until she drifted off.. he would gaze up at the stars there.. before his own lids would grow heavy..and he himself would drift off shortly there-after.. now wether or not they were paying attention.. or stuck somewhere between sleep and awake.. she might notice the scent change in the room.. to one of sweet candy floss and cherries.. a little glitter.. sparkles in the low lighting.. Anouk might have dropped in with the blessing of the family.. to place pain killers upon the bedside tables..a little willowbark, some ginger cubes and prickly pear..
watching over the sweet couple for a moment before she would disappear as quickly as she came..he woke before she did.. though that sweethearted fairy did well to make sure the drapes were pulled tightly closed.. the room was dark.. he gently pulled away from her.. making sure not to wake her ..though the moment he moved to sit up he felt as though he'd been struck by a hammer to the back and front of the head.. he groaned.. his hands rose as he gripped at his temples.. suddely feeling quite green around the gills indeed.. he exhaled short and sharp.. trying to keep quiet.. slowly dragging his aching legs to the side of the bed.. feet pressing to the floor as he moved to stand.. that was a mistake.. spin city.. the room shifted and he got a mass bout of dizzyness and naseua ..peeking through one eye he noticed the willowbark.. sliding that between his teeth.. chewing upon it as he downed a couple cups of water.. he staggered to the bathroom there off to the side.. opening his own medical bag.. tinkering around with a few bottles.. unable to really see what was in there.. he gave up and staggered back toward the bed.. downing another glass of water.. sinking down to sit there.. keeping his eyes closed.. his head was still spinning.. a gentle reminder that they had taken far to much absinthe the night before.. it was rare for him to get physically ill from it.. he just had every other side effect.. the strong headache.. the dizzyness.. the inability to deal with bright lights.. at least until the bark kicked in-..
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Post by BadInfluence on Jun 29, 2017 10:12:57 GMT 9.5
They had both cum violently, almost like a natural catastrophe, a masterful maelstrom of sensations that left them both gasping and quacking in it’s wake… She had never felt so perfect, so lush and filled to the brim, so absolutely content in the moment… Even though she thought she was going to faint, even if she couldn’t breathe right and she was sure she was just moments from a heart attack, it was bliss. Pure unpolluted bliss… She heard his heart slamming against his breastplate, her ear was resting right over it, and she wished she cold calm it… Ease the tempo but to be fair, their hearts were both in tandem, pushed so far so fast… Their pursuit of pleasure was decadently gilded… He worried he might have hurt her, and while yes it had hurt, it wasn’t the same kind he might be worried about… It hurt because she had been a virgin that was true enough, but that pain had fused, merged with her pleasure so much that the two had become inseparable... She thought he had sent her on a trip their first time love making but she knew now that it had been a sweet and gentle introduction, he had focused entirely on her pleasure and oh, had she ever found it… This time? Was much more primal, deep into their baser roots, unfiltered and without borders. There was… A WORLD of difference between them and yet? It was so good, so incredibly luxe, it left her happily in the middle… She loved them both equally, the soft tender dominance and the primal savagery, the love and adoration and the utter debasement… It was like an Oreo cookie, it had its light side and it’s dark side, and both are equally delicious and entirely unique. She confessed she had no idea it could be like that, the book lightly alluded to facets of it, but those darker chapters were quite a few ahead of where she had left off… And while she never expected it to be all unicorns and fairies… She never expected to encounter an Incubi in the form of the angel she loved so much… She felt his lips brush against her forehead and she just melted a bit more into his arms, that alone had done wonders to help calm her heart rate, letting her breathe a bit easier… “Well I did say I was a very eager student… I am looking forward to learning… Everything you can teach me…” She breathed as, like him, she was trying to make her lungs work. It was kind of addictive, this head rush, the dizziness of such a good thorough love making… And from what he said? This? Was vanilla frosting… Which meant there was a lot more for her to find and explore with him.
They curled up around each other there in the tub but it couldn’t last forever, as lush as that water was, as good as it felt on abused muscles? They were far from water nymphs or mermaids and prune didn’t look good on anyone under eighty… He had helped her out first, the soft tenderness as he wrapped her in a towel, such loving compassion… She could never get used to it, he made her feel like fragile spun crystal, priceless and beautiful… A dream… His Princess… Oh it was wonderful the way it made her heart sing and her soul fly, she knew this for the wonderful, priceless gift it was… She would never abuse it either, she would always pay his love back ten fold, to just adore and worship him… She walked back towards their clothes, and yes her steps were a fair bit unsteady but that was less to do with the alcohol and a whole lot more to do with the fact she had been a virgin who had been fucked like a whore, and loved every minute of it! She saw several items of her clothes, ones from both the Manse and the Inn back at Narius, and she was a bit spoiled for choice… She settled on the soft crème colored nightgown, it was quite short and sat low on her shoulders, incredibly comfortable and on her… It suited… Her hair was wild even after she ran her fingers through it, the curls were riotous and loose as they hung down her back and over her shoulders, hiding some of the bruises on her shoulder… Things she noticed, ran her fingers over with a dreamy smile on her skin, thinking of them like tattoos he placed on her skin… A new design every time… She saw him get dressed himself, the two of them going for comfort together, though the way his things just hung… It was hard not to bite her swollen lips even as she smiled, seeing him come up behind her, his arms around her… She might be short but together they made a perfect couple, she was just petit enough to make his physique stand out beautifully, short enough to point out how gorgeous his height was… And he was tall enough, strong enough to make her look like an expensive french doll or some other perfectly crafted thing, her shortness more of an alluring attribute rather than a misfortune of genetics… “We should get a portrait done together some time… I’d like to have one so I can keep it with me…” She honestly loved the way they looked together and this was the first time she had ever actually gotten to see them, side by side, to realize they made a beautiful couple indeed… She turned and rose on the tips of her toes to press a soft kiss over his lips as he gently touched the dip of her back, parting to kiss her shoulder before he left. “lle naa oio ed' amin…” She whispered softly, almost too softly to hear, and while she had no idea what it meant… For some reason it was just there, inside her, falling form her lips like rain from a cloud. She took the trays to the bed and set everything up for them, making a loving little nest for them to curl into, just enough pillows and blankets to make an idea sleep… One which she was sure would claim them harder than Morpheus on a steroid rage… She watched him come back with the glasses and she realized she was parched dryer than the desert in dry season. She reached for the glass and downed two of them in rapid order, stifling a little hiccup behind her hand, instantly feeling a bit better for the hydration… Oh she knew tomorrow was going to hurt… BAD… And she was honestly afraid of it! She knew what her hang overs were like, she knew her greatest weaknesses, and tomorrow? Ooooh it was going to huuuurt… “If we’re lucky the fairy won’t leave us too big of a tab…” She said with a soft little laugh, though she knew from personal experience that green fairy morphed into a pissed off fat dragon the next morning, liked to play the anvil between your ears…
She was surprised though… Normally any sort of magic that was used around her tended to set her off, make her twitch and jerk, things suddenly growing like weeds around her… But this? It was more of a soft caress along her senses rather than a sharp sudden jerk… She looked up to him then, feeding him bites of their dessert, chances were they were going to need the sugar and dairy to survive tomorrow. She smiled at every sound he made, sharing the plates with him as she talked, confessing a little about her past… A door she normally left closed but she felt in this case a peek was needed. She had never allowed herself to dream as a child, it was just impractical, and while it might have seemed cold?... It was good advice. If you don’t hope, you can’t have expectations and if you don’t have those, then you can’t really be hurt. Things like that had helped her survive that monster of a janitor, the constant rejection of foster parents and couples looking to adopt, the constant feeling of just not belonging… It made her who she was in a big way, strong and resilient, able to take the hits of life and hit back just as hard… He took the empty tray from her then and set it on the floor, her head on his chest as he ran his fingers up and down her arm, her lids drifting half closed as she told him how she felt, the way he had just had her there… The first signs were so early, so clear, and in her innocent confusion she had mistaken it for food poisoning or some sort of illness… It was so hard to express some things still, to try and put to words what she was feeling, but she tried… She loved him and she could promise she would never break his heart, never suffer through another sadness alone, she would be there to help carry all his burdens… Her heart swelled and burst a good hundred times over when he said he loved her, her hand coming up to lace over his, that kiss… Saccharine and heavenly… “Amin mela lle vee' eithel…” She whispered back, curling into his side as he gently kept her warm in his arms, their noses lightly brushing across one another… “I’d wait for you… In every Universe… In every Life… I’d keep myself for you, I’d search for you, and I’d never rest until I found you… Until we were together again…” She did shiver once or twice, the air was chilly and while before it had felt lush, without the fiery passions boiling her blood she felt it all a bit too keenly… Sighing softly as he wrapped her up, such tenderness, oh her heart ached… Such deliciousness… So much love… She wrapped her arms around him, her head resting on his shoulder, that perfect dip between there and his neck… Hearing his heart beating under her ear… The pulse along her cheek… She heard the question and she nodded her head softly. “Mmm… You started right after the little lunch packs I made… I tried to peek but you wouldn’t let me.” She said with a warm soft laugh, the effects of such a passionate love making were letting themselves become known to her, slowly dragging her down to that restful state… Drifting… She stroked her hand over his chest, tracing loving patterns over his heart, down his abs and ribs… Just needing to touch him as much as he did her. She watched the spark of magic, the flashes like sparklers before he summoned it up, her head tilting to the side… Her lips curling up in a smile as she shook her head a little, knowing what he was getting at, how their plans for anything after that dinner had all gone up in smoke… But not exactly a bad thing all things considered!
She took the letter gently from his hands, her hands very delicate over the extra fine parchment, a soft sigh… “Oh the weft of this paper alone…” She loved parchment, all sorts of it, and this was the nicest she had ever touched… She released the wax seal, keeping it in perfect condition before she reached in, sliding the paper out… The image of her there… “Oh my God…” She breathed out in awe, it was like he had captured the moment in time and transferred it to the page, she had never seen anything so perfect… [/i] Oh Jacob… It’s beautiful… You did this… For me?” [/i] She asked before she noticed the script, holding the page still while he read off what he had written… And against her will, her every attempt, he was only a few lines in when she started to cry… It wasn’t sounds, more so just the tears that fell, the way she curled up that much tighter to him… She was wiping her eyes when he finished, carefully touching the paper with somewhat shaking fingers, putting it away back in it’s envelope… She would frame it and keep it with her always… She definitely didn’t want it to get damaged in any way… It was priceless and beautiful… Just like the forget me nots… “That was so beautiful Jacob… Thank you… So much it just… I can’t describe…” She shook her head softly… It was so heartfelt… So perfect… Like he had laid his heart out on that page for her… Oh how she loved it all… When he mentioned Kit she smiled a little and nodded her head. “She did… She asked me when we got to Narius if there was anything between us… I told her I liked you a good deal but I didn’t do any more than that… I wasn’t sure how you felt let alone felt comfortable really saying much…” She still didn’t… It wasn’t her secret to tell, this thing they shared, and until all the rough waters had passed? They would keep it their secret. “I couldn’t stay awake, we were a little… Busy the night before…” She said with a soft laugh that was closely chased by a kitten like yawn, lifting her leg to drift over his, the way it hurt reminded her that she was going to have a whole lot more hurting tomorrow than just her head… She listened to his every word though, even as she gently found herself drifting more and more towards the shore of sleep, safe and secure in his arms… Warm… Loved… Oh it was the first for her and it felt… Beyond incredible… “No… No… It’s not rambling at all and it makes sense… I was so… Frustrated when I couldn’t really… Put it to words… It felt like more than anything I had ever read before… Like I couldn’t find the right phrase or… Description… When you say it like that though… It explains why… The moment I met you I had to protect you… Be beside you no matter what… I told myself… I was ok just being your friend… Loving you from afar… So long as I was near you I felt that… It was enough…” She planted a soft warm kiss over his heart there, curling in under his playful squeeze, her arms wrapped about him lovingly. “I’m glad we can’t choose who we love… But if I could… I would always choose you… Always will…” She said as she drifted closer to that edge… Closer still… Until she was utterly gone, soft breaths fanning over his chest as she sunk into a dreamless sleep, as still as a flower in the sun against him… She wouldn’t stir… Wouldn’t wake for anyone or anything really… She had been pushing herself pretty hard, little to no sleep combined with intense study and then the fights with Luna, Ellen and Ric… This sleep was everything she needed, and for the first time since they started their adventure together, there was no need to sneak out… No hidden rendezvous… She could sleep here in his arms and not have to leave, they could wake up to the sun together, to just hold one another…
She slept deeper, longer, and more restful that night than she had ever before in her life… It was like a dream, and if not for the sudden intense stabbing pain behind her eyes that woke her up, she would have entirely believed it was… Her first instinct? Make a sloppy run for the bathroom, hitting a chair on the way- “Bloody Freaking Ninja Furniture!” She swore as she jumped and limped to the bathroom before throwing the sink on and closing the door and was promptly sick… She did throw up every time she had a hang over and she hated it with a passion, she was such a baby when it came to head pain, like the biggest weakling in the entire world! She was crying as she hugged the toilet, flushing as she tried to keep the evidence of what was going on muted, thankful it wasn’t the dry heaves… Few things worse than that! She was there, worshiping the porcelain god for a good fifteen minutes or so before she stood up and got to the basin, washing her face and brushing her teeth a good three times to try and remove the taste and smell from her breath. Ooooh that fucking fairy was a cunt… She felt like someone had a vice inside her head and was spreading it wide, trying to make her head split down the middle and her eyes felt like a thousand pissed off imps were stabbing red hot pitchforks into her retina, which only made her cry… Which made it worse as one fed into the other and she tried to stand up straight… Looking herself in the mirror and telling herself not to be such a pussy about it… But… Oh she couldn’t help it… She could handle every other pain like a champion… All of them but head pain… Oh that was her kryptonite… And to compound matters? When she had gotten over the heaving she found everything from her neck down was sore and tender, even just the light touch of a cool cloth over her skin to wipe off the heave sweats was enough to make her hiss, seeing she was littered with bruises like freckles… More than a few claw marks… Nail indents like perfect crescents… Hickies along the side of her breasts and up her neck… She was honestly proud of it! Proof of how utterly wild they were together… How well suited… She came back when she had herself in order… As collected as she could be and saw him there, sitting on the end of the bed, and that was when she saw the cure alls… She started on the pear first and sliced out the tender meat with a familiar hand, feeding him bits and pieces of it first, gentle touches of her fingers through his hair… She was chewing on the ginger cubes like life savers and once she got them down she found her stomach felt infinitely better… She split open the other pear and ate it herself, gently guiding him back to her, to settle his head in her lap… She was chewing on the willow bark after the pear, and like him, fully intent on getting rid of this hellish hang over… She would focus on herself later… Right now she could see he was hurting too… She began to massage his temples… Along his face and jaw… Down his neck and back up through his hair, hitting every pressure point, releasing the tension… Increasing blood flow and oxygen… She was a big believer in self healing and she had read a few books on acupuncture and the benefits of holistic massage, and right now she was giving Jacob the full work over for headaches, pressing her nails into all the right spots… Those points of tension and pressure that just made him feel like he could float right out of his body… She didn’t talk, sound was going to be hell, instead she just let the silence drift around them…
She would continue on until he felt better and she would be able to tell by his expressions and the way he felt under her fingers… She wouldn’t let up a moment before then but when he felt better? She rolled over, took the blankets with her, and rolled herself up like a crepe… Head buried as she pretended to be a log… Just perfectly still… Though as her headache progressed as all hang overs do, she curled up into the fetal position there, hands over her throbbing temples as she whined pitifully. “Just kill me now… It’d be a blessing… Christ my head…” She whimpered and buried herself deeper in the blankets and pressed herself into the mattress, and gave up to feeling pitiful, that adorably pathetic little kitten like mewling cries from under the soft warm blankets.
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Post by Deleted on Jun 30, 2017 15:23:16 GMT 9.5
..he had gathered up the water.. the bottle and the glasses for them both.. having downed a couple before he told her to do the same.. to drink at least a little.. glad to see when she took more than that by a good half.. he sunk down into the extremely soft bed then.. drawing her in beside him as his arm outstretched to wrap around her.. the two of them all snug..covers settling about his middle though for her he brought them up to caress along her almost bared shoulders.. he didn't want her catching a chill.. the fire was lit.. the candles low.. and they talked.. they spoke.. pouring their hearts out to one another in the silence.. soft kisses were exchanged.. loving touches.. he gave her the gift..the one he had made for her on their trip over.. the sketch of her.. seated there within the carriage engrossed in one of the books.. before he would read the words he had written.. softly.. quietly.. little more than a whisper.. his heart was in every perfectly formed letter... he'd watch her.. catching sight of the tears as they tumbled down her cheeks.. reaching to capture them.. to brush his fingers across the lines they left in their wake.. he drew her in tighter when she curled in closer.. offering her a smile when she spoke on how much she loved it.. that she thought it was beautiful..a kiss to her forehead ..just light-.. you're more than welcome.. I'm glad you like it.. -he guided his hand up and down her soft smooth arm.. just caressing her.. he mentioned wondering if Kit had seen him watching her.. chuckling a little when she confirmed it.. -.. Ahhh so i was right then.. I thought she had caught me.. -he gave a little shake of his head..
his hand reaching up to slide back through her hair.. brushing it back over one of her shoulders-.. Ill need to be a bit more.. careful.. at least for a little while.. -he could tell she was beginning to drift off.. her adorable little yawns were coming in harder and faster as time went on.. he told her to rest..to let the arms of slumber embrace her.. feeling her soon go lax there in his arms.. he withdrew the one around her only to let her fall to the pillows properly... he sunk down into the bedding.. a mere moment or two after his head graced those cushions.. was he too off resting soundly.. their nighttime visitor managed to duck in and out without either of them noticing.. the curtains were drawn..the room filled with darkness.. painkillers and more water.. along with a few other remedies.. when he woke she had already slipped out of the bed.. he could hear the water running though only barely.. the ringing in his head was severe.. was far to loud.. he managed to catch onto the willowbark there beside the bed.. slipping a few slivers of it into his mouth as he downed the entire bottle of water.. oh he felt so so very seedy.. very green under the gills so to speak..he slid his feet down.. moving to stand up as gingerly as he could.. he wasn't one to get physically sick when this kind of thing happened.. and it happened a lot when he was a bit younger..
he managed to stagger his way across to that basin there.. the water in it being cupped in his hands to wash over his face.. a towel.. soft rubbed over his skin before he backstepped to the bed.. landing with a bit of an ooof coupled with a groan.. his head in his hands as he rubbed at his eyes.. ohhh that ache.. that thumping..why did he never remember this each and every time he drank that absinthe.. it was like a cruel prank his memories played on his body..he exhaled softly when she began to massage his temples.. along his face there.. the square of his jaw..though he just about melted when she moved up the sides of his neck to his hair.. applying that pressure.. causing the tension to slowly melt away and giving the bark time to kick in.. and it would slowly.. he wouldn't be filled with energy but at least the edge of the sharp pain would be numbed..-.. you're an angel.. -he whispered weakly.. his shoulders lowering as she continued to tend to him.. to help him.. before she rolled over and into the blankets like a log.. knees up.. he could hear her whimpers an groans..-.. mmm.. we may have drank a little more than we should have.. -he went to chuckle before he felt better of it..
slowly moving to stand there as he slid his robe over his shoulders.. moving to kneel down so he was face to face with her.. his fingers slowly brushing through what hair could be touched with her all wrapped up like that-.. close your eyes.. -he whispered softly-.. do you remember the beach in Narius.. -his fingers traced lightly across her forehead-.. that night.when you came down with me.. when you helped me.. do you remember the smell.. the sound.. try and focus on that.. -he would continue to softly stroke her skin.. just light barely there touches.. he didn't want her to concentrate on anything.. to just.. picture a place that would help her relax.. help her unwind....he would slowly move to stand.. making sure the wood on the fire was still burning.. it was mid morning.. not too early and not too late.. there was a bit of a chill in the air but the sunlight would chase it away.. the light though as he moved throughout the house just about blinded him.. it struck his head like a knife to butter.. making him groan and draw sudden breaths..
he summoned up a little magic courage then.. waving his hands to get all the blasted blinds in the main room to close over.. it wouldn't be pitch black like the bedroom but it would be a lot easier to handle.. he sagged against the doorframe of the kitchen.. he needed to summon the energy from somewhere.. pressing on he pulled out a few plates.. some cups as he put on a pot of coffee brewing.. along with a kettle for tea.. rummaging around through the ice box.. he knew it had more food than they required so finding bits and pieces for a rather hearty greasy breakfast wouldn't be that hard.. some eggs.. bacon.. a bit of sausage.. tomatoes...full cup mushrooms and toast.. his robe hung loose and open as he worked his way around the kitchen.. the grill on to cook up those mushrooms.. little pinch pots of seasoning and oils.. cutlery gathered..all placed upon a tray.. he'd serve her out a small helping of each.. unsure on just how much if anything she would want.. but figuring it would do her some good.. and he himself knew he could use it.. the energy alone made it worth it.. placing the second plate upon the tray.. he'd move out int the lounge area.. down before the fireplace where they spent quite a bit of time the night before.. he'd return to the kitchen then to pluck up the coffee pot and kettle.. a little milk.. some sugar and those two cups.. he'd place it all down upon the small table there.. before he'd move back through to the bedroom.. quietly opening the door..
not wanting to disturb her too much.. but knowing the food and the coffee or tea would do her wonders.. he'd slip back into the bed.. -.. Rose?..-he'd whisper-.. could I interest you in some rather lush coffee or sweet tea and a little breakfast.. it will settle that upset stomach of yours.. -his lips would brush across her cheek..he'd wait for her response.. or even if there was a lack there-of he would slide his arms beneath her rolled up quilted frame.. drawing her to his chest as he stepped down from the bed.. her cradled in his arms.. he'd walk her across the bedroom. nudging the door open with his hip as the two of them moved into the wide open lounge.. the curtains still drawn.. though sunlight would creep through the cracks here and there.. he lowered.. his muscles aching like a bitch as he knelt to place her down atop the cushions there.. their breakfast waiting upon heated trays.. the heat from the heart would be inviting.. along with the scents of the food and drink.. he sank down to sit there beside her.. -.. even if you can only take a little bit of toast.. you just need something in that belly of yours.. -he nodded.. his head was still swimming..
he had to blow out a breath to fend off the queasy feeling that hit him just every so often.. -.. Might lay off the wine for a day.. -he chuckled weakly pouring himself a cup of tea before he would go to offer her either the same or the coffee.. whatever she preferred..he knew she was feeling rather poorly....he would sink back a little as he took a few drinks from the tea.. feeling that heated liquid soothing his throat.. there was more than a little crying out earlier so he was a touch on the raspy side-.. I figured.. I would give you a little heads up.. as to just whom you will meet when we go into Arvandor proper .. it will come round before you know it.. and I know all to well what its like to fall into a family of people you just dont recognise.. or know.. it can be daunting at least at first...-he took another drink there.. he figured since they were both a little on the tired side.. a spot of story telling would be just easy.. nothing to hard to deal with.. he made sure she was comfortable.. that she had cushions at her back and beneath her.. they were sitting on the floor afterall..he rubbed his fingers together and a oval mirror appeared before them.. it was quite ornate.. it had curved edges with elvish designs..writing..tokens.. silver and gold plated flowers..she couldnt see her own reflection however.. the centre was empty.. at least for the moment-.. My Uncle.. Garafin Aranosse.. this is the gentleman that raised me.. -he offered a smile.. the image slowly floated into view.. a portrait to begin with..roguishly handsome.. lines upon his features whenever he smiled.. -.. I didn't grow up with my parents.. no.. there was an issue.. that caused me to be left in his care.. he made me into the man I am today.. I will be forever in his debt.. he owns the Inn..-the image would shift to show it.. how it started out as little more than a cottage to the expanse it was today..-. an extremley busy one at that.. I help out when I can.. he's never had much luck with the ladies.. -he chuckled and shook his head placing his cup down as he plucked up a piece of toast there-.. been swindled..been used.. -he rubbed his lips together- but you'd honestly never know it from looking at him.. or even getting to know him.. he's just so incredibly open and friendly.. he's always happy.. always smiling..he'd break his own back to help someone out.. and I love him dearly.. -he glanced at the image there.. a bit more of a moving picture as if it were a memory of his.. seeing Garafin chopping wood outside.. -..Oh and he is the only resident tattooist.. along side my Mother.. so if you're wanting.. -his smile grew as he laughed-.. I could not recommend either of them more..
-the image slowly faded.. -. Now this one.. you may have heard in the background.. -he rested his hand atop her knee there-.. when the swallow dropped by that night.. -Nautilous would appear.. in all his extremely handsome glory.. blond haired..square jaw..an incredibly beautiful specimen of a male-.. This is Nautilous.. he is.. well my Father.. or one of them anyway.. When I started to move away from Arvandor.. onto the surface it was quite a shock to the system.. incredibly different.. the two are polar opposites.. He was someone I soon found out I could lean on.. he had such an inner strength where it seemed like nothing really got to him.. and I think.. when I look back.. he probably got me out of more dangerous situations than I even realise.. I was a little bit too trusting.. I honestly could not see my life without him in it.. he's the head of the family.. the backbone of it so to speak..a loving touch coated with an iron grip.. He likes you.. -he took another drink of his tea there..-.. He's said as much.. so you have one in your corner already -he shot her a wink there before the image would slowly disappear-..
This one you'l know.. -the lavender coloured bombshell would appear.. smiling blissfully as she often did-.. Sybelle.. my Mother.. a giggling girlish ray of sunshine.. if you thought Anouk was a ball of sparkles and light.. well.. you're in for a bit of a shock.. -he laughed.. tucking into the breakfast then-.. She's a very special being.. her story is complicated.. some find it even hard to swallow.. -he placed his cup down.. resting in comfortably beside her.. making sure she had something to eat if she hadn't started already-.. You know when you are stuck making a decision.. and you have goodness and dark to contend with?.. the angel or the devil on your shoulder so to speak.. -his arm slid around her -.. this.. is the angel in the equation.. she's the goodness.. the unmarred youth of my Mother.. She will adore you.. and it will probably be a little bit much.. she can come on pretty strong.. especilly if she feels strongly for someone.. currently rather heavilly pregnant.. ready to pop any day now..
-he nodded as again the image faded..-.. This is my biological Father.. -it showed Diovan all dressed in his rangers garb.. the bow upon his back.. the arrows all neatly packaged away-.. I didn't know this though until a little while ago.. I dont think any of us really knew.. falling under a bit of deception.. but.. once it came out.. and the shock wore off.. for all parties.. it made sense.. We have a lot in common.. and Diovan is incredibly caring and loving.. He is Nautilous's older brother... I think whilst I will always turn to Nautilous for advice.. in the same breath as I would Garafin.. it comes from the time I have spent with them both.. Diovans and my relationship is still a little new.. I go out with him sometimes on the ranges.. I help out with the tryst.. you've seen their work first hand.. -he laughed-.. he's a true and honest gentleman.. someone I truly admire..someone i trust implicitly ..
-the image would flicker and fade.. before another would take its place.. that pure ice white beauty.. -.. Sydel.. my Mother.. the devil in the equation.. someone I owe my life to.. so many times over Im certain I have lost count.. forever in my corner..she's stronger than anyone I know..she's also sharper than any blade and will cut you down if you displease her.. or if she's not impressed.. she can be fickle.. -he rubbed his lips together-.. madly in love with Nautilous and with Diovan.. she's the centre of the story..the potion and poison brewer.. the one who made the absinthe..she's the one who warned me about Cora.. right from the start.. and I was far to stubborn to listen.. if we have any hiccups ..it will be because of my own choices.. it might take her a little while to warm to you.. but she'd never hurt you.. -he shook his head-..at least Id certainly hope not.. -the image flickered.. and in its place.. Aysil and Aylan-.. my siblings.. Aysil and Aylan.. I think you caught a glimpse of Aylans head in the last little video message.. ..there are some others I want you to meet when we get back there.. some I think will open your eyes a little to how Arvandor works.. and then of course just friends.. and people I know quite well..
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Post by BadInfluence on Jul 2, 2017 9:44:13 GMT 9.5
The picture he had drawn for her was beautiful, the words even more so and as much as she tried not to, the tears came anyways. She had never cried once in her entire life before she met Jacob, but now it seemed like they were making up for lost time, leaving her little room for escape. Still, they were happy tears, that picture of her and the words he had written on the page… They touched her soul in a way she didn’t think art or poetry could, they sunk deep inside her into a secret place where she held all her treasures, a place recently formed by him… “I never knew you saw me like that… No one’s ever drawn me before or written such beautiful things…” She said softly. He had asked after Kit and she told him that he had indeed been busted, Kit had asked her about it and she had confessed she liked him, but hadn’t done much more than that. This was their secret and theirs to share together, not one or the other, but as a unit. “She did… She said you watched me as I slept and had quite the smile on your face…” She couldn’t help the little bit of a tease there. It was so cute, so precious of him to have been caught out, and it warmed her to see that he wasn’t upset by it. Rather he seemed to think it was quite alright, the way he had laughed and was smiling, it definitely eased her concerns about it. When he began to brush his fingers through her hair oh, it was so wonderful so soft… It made her lids droop and her heart slow just a little more, warming her along with the alcohol, slowly guiding her down into sleep… And she did need it, quite badly, they both did… “Mmm… I will too… It’s one thing to pretend in short bursts… But after being away from you for a week or more, depending on your work and my schooling, it’s… Going to be difficult at best…” She said around another kitten like yawn, honestly she had never felt so good in her life, warm with his love and sexual satisfaction… Her world had changed and in a trillion billion million different ways and all of them good… She was safe… Loved… Wanted… Adored… Desired… A belly full of delicious food and amazing alcohol… A big soft bed, the softest she had ever been in, in a cabin with just she and Jacob… If this was a dream someone please keep her in this coma because she didn’t ever want to wake up… He gently urged her to sleep and she needed no other invitation, his arms wrapped around her before he gently lowered her to the pillows, her hair a golden fan across the pillows as she curled with him… The two still wrapped close while still incredibly comfortable, deep asleep in moments and unaware of their sweet pixie of mercy who came by with remedies for what was surely to be THE hangover of the century, lost in dreams and sweet things…
When the morning came though she was shocked awake by a throbbing pain in her skull and eyes and a sickening roil in her belly, causing her to move out of bed quickly, unfamiliar with her surroundings so she went careening into furniture only to swear at it before making her way into the bathroom and promptly sick into the porcelain throne. You would think at their age they would know better… She was no stranger to the green fairy, no more than he was, and yet between love lust and liquor they had forgotten it… Well she sure as hell was aware of it now, dry heaving into the toilet with evil devils of pain stabbing behind her eyeballs and trying to pry her head open from the inside out, every inch of her head felt like pure unadulterated hell. Still, she had no one to blame but herself, and she reminded herself as much as she looked in the mirror and told her reflection to suck it up. She brushed her teeth and washed her face, wiped herself down with a cool cloth as she tried to be as… Well… Non-pukey as she could… Who wants to snuggle with a girl who smells like she barfed up a liquor store and ran a marathon? She came out to see him sitting on the bed, looking about as bad as she felt, and she slipped in behind him… Feeding him bits of the hang-over cure that had been left for them before guiding him into her so she could give him a face and scalp massage, to try and let his body and the medicine work together, ease him out of the pain storm… She wanted to laugh when he called her an angel, her head was a bit fuzzy but not THAT much and she was pretty sure she acted very unangelically last night, but the mere idea of laughing made her want to make another trip to the bathroom and she wanted to focus on him instead. “Shhh…” She said softly even as her voice sounded like she’d been screaming for hours, wanting him to just relax, let her do the work for a change… God knew he had done MORE than enough work for them both last night, something she was very aware of every time she moved, even if it was just a little shift… She was sure she would be feeling it for QUITE a while, without a doubt, but she couldn’t say it was something she minded in the slightest… It was just little… Reminders… Of what they had shared. “We finished off an entire bottle… If we were less than elves.. We’d be dead…” She whispered with a slight grin on her face, God knew it was the truth too, and yet somehow not only had they survived? But fucked like spring bunnies well into the night… When he began to relax, when he was fully there and she could do little else, she tended to herself… Which resulted in her rolling up in the blankets and pretending to be a cadaver… Or wishing she was one, either or really, what ever would stop the pain in her head. She looked over the edge of the blanket at him, that little peep hole in the self-made burrito, watching him… The way he was looking at her, the sounds of his voice, what he was saying… The beach… Oh it had been beautiful there… Quiet… The sounds of the waves lapping… The gentle chime of the ship bells out in the water… Seagulls and seals barking… She nodded her head slowly, carefully when he asked if she remembered, and she did… So well… She focused on that as he had said, able to recall the scent of the sea.. The smell of the kelp on the sand that had come up… The hints of tobacco smoke… She sighed softly and melted a little more into the bedding, his fingers in her hair… Along her skin…
He got up and she drifted there, and while the headache remained it was somewhat lessened by the prickly pear and willow bark, water and of course happy memories… While she was there, he was busy in the kitchen, working on food, food she could smell all the way in here… She wasn’t sure if her body wanted it or wanted to run from it, a bit of a mix between oh my GOD that smells good and if I eat that I’m gonna barf… That hang-over teeter totter crap… She opened her eyes when he called her name, the gentle stroking of his fingers down her cheek, oh how she loved it.. Moved into it… Turning her head to kiss his palm before she tried to sit up… Thankfully he took the work from her, blanket and all and carried her to the kitchen, wrapping her arms around his neck as she held on… Not tightly but just warm… Soft… Past the kitchenet and down into the den area where they had spent quite a few hours last night, a sudden and surprising shiver wracking her frame in recollection, wondering if… This would always happen and if so… How the hell to hide it? She would worry about it later as she moved down into his side, keeping nice and close with him as she looked at what he had made, picking through what worked… What didn’t… She took up a bottle of maple syrup he had set out and poured it over her bacon, adding a bit more than he had originally put on there because out of all things pork related, Bacon and Syrup? Was sort of like her guilty addiction… She began to eat somewhat neatly, giving up on any sort of silverware, the clank of metal on china would drive her nuts… “Don’t judge but… The salty sweet of bacon and syrup is kind of a fix… Don’t get it much but when I do…” She said with a smile as she licked and sucked the syrup off of her fingers after every piece, taking up a bit of buttered toast and using the bacon to shovel the scrambled eggs onto it, slowly working through her plate… She knew by hard won wisdom that rushing through it was going to make it come back up in rapid order, it was better to go slow, let it work down… She made herself coffee for the first time, figuring it couldn’t be THAT different from tea, and took it straight. “Ugh… Bitter…” She said with a wrinkled up nose and smiled a bit, adding cream and sugar, finding it greatly improved the taste… She sipped on it, finding the caffeine in it was a good deal stronger than any she had in tea and it did wonders for her headache, sagging into him a bit more… “Ok… I’m still a tea girl but in case of hang-over, break out the beans, and not the musical ones please if you don’t mind…” Oh yes, a bit of naughty humor there, but why not? It was incredibly funny to her and who could resist that old limerick that had been a wildfire among kids? Besides, it might make him smile and that alone would be worth any embarrassment on her part, always would be.
She blew a breath out her nose when he mentioned laying off the wine for a day and looked towards the ceiling for a moment with a soft laugh. “If it was the wine that did it I’d agree… It’s that mean two faced green fairy’s fault… She always promises you such a good time and leaves you will one hell of a bill…” And what a bill it was! She’d never had such a hangover in her LIFE, this was like the King of all Hangovers, and she wasn’t prepared for it in the slightest. Oh sure, she knew she would have one, but not on such a megalithic scale. Still, the good and coffee were helping a great deal and she could feel the edge starting to abate already, lessening to more of a dull distant throb than a sharp stabbing pain. She leaned up to wrap her arm about his lower back, fingers curling in, gently rubbing… Tracing… Soothing… “My love… I grew up in an orphanage were different faces was the only regular thing…” Hell, regular people there aside from the adults was the freaky part, she was used to being one of the only constants there, the unadoptable orphan with the strange silent manners. Besides, she wasn’t really worried TOO much about his family, just… One particular member… The snow queen, the one he said was the hardest out of all of them, she would probably be the one who could give her a rough time… The one she might need to win over… Who she would win over if that was what it too for her and Jacob to be together. He summoned that mirror then and she had to wonder why she didn’t feel that same prickly wash of electricity she used to when ever magic was used around her… “Maybe it’s being in Arvandor but… Strange… Magic doesn’t feel quite so… Weird… I’m not exploding daisies into delphiniums…” She wondered out loud to no one in general, curious but not enough to pursue it, not yet… Instead she looked at the mirror there, intricate without a doubt, and on the surface? Could have probably been pawned for enough gold to feel a large family for over a year… What happened next though turned it from a very pretty bauble to something of immense personal value, a way to show what was on one’s mind, an incredibly rare… Almost impossible trick… She remained silent and watched, letting him list off his Uncle first, tilting her head as she watched the face come into view… Hearing the small story about him, how kind and generous he was, how much of himself had gone into molding Jacob into the man she loved and adored… “He’s quite handsome… If he is half the man you are I’m sure I’ll like him immensely… Though the issue with women…” [/i] She said on a slight pause, tapping her nail against the rim if her cup, wondering… “It seems that the kinder you are, the worse women treat you, at least… Until the right one comes along… He’s got the right idea… You have to kiss a lot of frogs before you find a prince… Or in his case, princess… I just got lucky and got mine on the first…” She said with a warm smile, unsure if he was aware that he had been her first kiss, and if not… Well he was now! “I’m familiar with running large buildings, I’m sure I could easily lend a hand, between the two of us I’m sure we could lift a load from his shoulders… And if I remember… He was the one that is the sailor? Used to take you out on the ocean and taught you to fish?” She was indeed paying attention to every conversation they had ever shared, and who his heart held dear, so too did she… “As for the tattoos I’ve never had one done but I admit I love yours… Might not be for me just yet but if you ever go in for one I would love to watch…” After all, she loved artwork, she loved the ink in his skin. But hers? That was a sort of riddle she hadn’t guessed at just yet, wasn’t too sure she wanted, or needed to either for that matter.
They went on to the other one, this Nautilous fellow, and for some reason that name stuck in her head… Like it jogged a memory but she couldn’t say what it was… She had read so many books over her life that honestly placing something like a name, albeit a unique one, was going to be a bit of a press at her mental state… When the image came up though, she had been taking a sip of that coffee and ended up suddenly spraying it out in complete and utter shock, dragging in an inhale as she bout coughed up a lung. She was wheezing, eyes watering, hitting her chest as she tried to clear it. When she could speak? “Are You Kidding Me?!” She croaked out, eyes still watery as she tried to breath around coughing spells, pressing her hands to her eyes as she wiped them to try and clear her vision. “Nautilous, as in THE Nautilous, God of the Golden Sands? Born in Alexandria and trained in the most exclusive, high ranking, world famous Brothel of the Black Dalia? The ONLY being in history to earn the Eight Diamonds of Delight?” She lived under a brothel, that book had been pandered around so much and so often, even SHE knew about it! No wonder the name had triggered a memory, sure she had read it over a year ago, and while she found it interesting… She had glossed over everything that wasn’t factually based… She found the history interesting, that whoredom could be trained to such a level that it gained worldwide popularity, just the list of royalty he had been seen in the company of… Czarinas, Ceasars, Pharos, Queens, Princesses, Empresses, Tsarinas… He had literally slept his way through every royal line through the known world, from the lowest rank of the nobility all the way up to the very top, his wealth and fame was legendary, and if half of the rumors were true? He could probably turn Jacob’s own Golden Heart into a puddle of putty. She shook her head and got back on track… “I’m sorry… Really I just wasn’t expecting that, he’s famous among whore houses, the one I lived under actually has a book about him… Like a biography… It’s insane… Like looking at a page of a book suddenly turned into flesh and blood… They weren’t lying about his looks though… He’s almost too perfect… The last of the book left off that he had suddenly stopped plying his trade after amassing a fortune so big it could gag a pirate… Must have been the time he met your mother…” She shook her head and just sat there a little in shock… “I suppose I must have done something but I couldn’t tell you what… He had to have been strong to have lived through what he did and make such a success at it… A man ruling in a woman’s world… Takes a rare cross of looks, skills, and intelligence… I can see why you love him so much, and why you look up to him, that man… He has a thousand stories to tell I’m sure… But… When we meet… PLEASE don’t tell him I know? It would be incredibly awkward!” She ended with a soft laugh as she settled in beside him, catching his wink and leaning up to kiss his cheek, once more stroking up and down the dip of his back.
She did indeed recognize the lavender beauty in the mirror, honestly it was a face hard to forget, a rare beauty… And one who had managed to catch her with her son their first little get together on his landing that resulted in her sinking into the rug embarrassed… She wasn’t too worried about his mothers story though, he didn’t have to worry about that, after all how weird was her own? Even the little that was known of it was strange enough to raise a few eyebrows without a doubt, his mothers would at least be full fleshed, which would make for a good place to start… Besides, your past only helped to mold you, set you on the path you were on… But it certainly didn’t make a person up in their entirety, one is not their past, simply a person who has lived it. From what she had seen of his mother she was bright and happy, little bit like a pretty bird, and she completely overwhelmed her. Anouk herself overwhelmed her and she was sure she would probably be bowled over by such a ball of energy, pregnant or not. “I’ll try to buck up… Admittedly I’m not used to so much energy in an adult, but if I can get myself adjusted to her frequency, it will be just fine don’t worry.” She assured him with another kiss to his cheek, a tender nibble to his jaw, she understood his concern… Why he was sharing this with her… But if she could handle assholes like Luna and Ric without rippling the pond? Surely the rest would be manageable.
His father came up then, the biological one, and she could see the resemblance right off the start… They had the same hair, the same strong jawline, the physique… Facial hair and eye shape, they were very closely mirrored to one another, but she knew that was where it ended… Diovan, while handsome, he lacked… Something… Like he had not had that life trauma yet, that moment when your world shifts and you have to sink or swim on your own, no one there to hold your hand or pull you out… She was silent as she puzzled it out in her head for a few moments as he spoke, her coffee done and she was picking at her toast, nibbling it as she sipped on her water… Her place was gone, completely devoured, and like the food that had been there so too was her headache… Into thin air… At least she recovered fast, and all because of his care for her, otherwise she’d still be in bed trying to pretend she was just a bump on a log. “Same mother… Different father… Nautilous has a look of determination that Diovan doesn’t… He looks so… Care free, like he has no roots to tie him anywhere, which as a ranger… Makes sense. He belongs to Arvandor, not to any one place, and it makes him a little… Flighty, almost? Not untrustworthy but definitely more like a bird… Prone to take wing when the winds change…” She was thinking out loud there, her mind very much processing bits and pieces of everyone he had shown her, breaking them down into compartments… Smaller slots that she could work with, make it easier to remember and how to navigate it, and while it might be a little… Strange for someone to think of it that way? For her it was a chance to make sure she knew what pace to move at with each person of his family. She didn’t want to be another Cora to them, and while she didn’t expect them all to love her, she hoped for at least acceptance after a time… If they could just see how much she loved Jacob, how much she wanted to protect him, keep him safe and give him sunshine all his days… Surely then they might come to see her as something good for their son and that? Was all she dared hope to ask for… “The good news about finding things out late is that you get to have fun putting the pieces together… Your relationship is new but your both in a place where you can take your time… Enjoy learning about each other and seeing how you fit. Fatherhood is more than just genetics and whatever comes of you two? Will be perfect, just as it is, because it’s something unique to your special bond.” [/i] She could tell he felt a little guilty… He had bonded to everyone BUT his paternal sire and he probably blamed himself for it… Fact is that it’s hard to get to know someone who isn’t around much, and between Jacob’s work in the hospital and his fathers Ranging, chances are the two would probably feel that way for a long time… It didn’t make it bad by any means though. It was just how they were meant to be, and his father didn’t seem to lack from it, and while Jacob might feel a pinch of guilt… If he stepped back to see the situation from a different angle? He’d see it was no one’s fault and that they both had more than enough time to work on it at a pace that worked for them both…
Then came the next image, now that… That one had her attention from the start, almost a stranglehold as she looked in on her… Potion and poison brewer, they had that in common, a love of plants… A good starting place… The absinth brewer? Doubly so… She knew this was the one that could make or break her and Jacob, not that she could sever their love, but she could put a serious strain on it… She had warned him about Cora and he had ignored her, and suffered incredible sadness and heartbreak for it, immeasurable loss and years of his life spent in closed off isolation… If she decided she wasn’t good enough? How much would that hurt Jacob? Would he look at her differently? Would he be cautious around her because of his fear to be hurt again? Yet at the same time... If this Sydel thought she wasn’t good enough for Jacob… Wouldn’t it then be founded? She had to think so because if anyone in that family was going to be incredibly protective of her son? It was this one… The Ice Queen… “If we have any hiccups and she doesn’t like me? Then there’s something I need to do to make it right. I have every faith in us Jacob, I know we’re meant to be, we’ve loved each other in past lives before and we will find each other again in the next life…” She said, and she meant every word of it, she knew they were meant to be. They’d been looking for each other their whole lives, they belonged to one another, she had no doubt of it. “She warned you about Cora, she knew there was rot under the shiny surface, and I trust her. If she doesn’t like me? Then there’s a reason for it, even if it’s only her fear I’m taking her son away, there’s a purpose. I will just have to work with her through it that’s all.” She wasn’t afraid of her, she knew it might be a fight but if there was one, there was a reason for it. “Until then though? We’ll worry about it when we come to it, right?” She said with a smile before he brought up the last two, his little brother and sister, Aylan and Aysil… She laughed softly when he brought up Aylan and she nodded her head. She remembered that cute little blond haired cherup with the eyes like Jacobs, but the girl she did not know, a beauty much like her mother… But she could see the mark of Nautilous all over both of them like a big black brush. “Aylan was precious and completely adorable when I saw him the night on your landing… Your little sister is as beautiful as your mother, they both are, but…” She said with a slight dip of her head… “I’m partial to brunets myself…” She reached up to gently run her fingers through his hair with a smile as she curled in close… She would reach for the mirror then, taking it lightly in her hands as she looked at it, wondering just how it worked…
It would be then an image of a blond warrior would appear, eyes as brown as chocolate, almost pure black… Beautiful… Scarred and obviously a fighter… What the humans would have called an Amazonian… A few moments later a man with golden hair and green eyes… Yet there was something a little different about it… The man had two faces… Like a mirror reflection in the water… An overlay… One was this incredibly handsome blond sun elf, but under, or perhaps over that… There was an even more handsome man, noble features, flawless… Skin with a slight earthy brown tint to it and green hair… Armor made of oak leaves carrying a maul… All very strange to her eyes… She shrugged and tapped the mirror, figuring she wasn’t using it right, the people she had seen she had never known before in her life. She set it back down and instead turned to him, reaching out to guide him into her lap, she wanted some snuggle time and she as going to get it. Once he was settled there she would cover them up with a rug and begin to run her fingers through his hair lovingly. “So… I have no family… You have a lot… Between us I’d say we break even.” She teased, smiling down there at him, giving him a wink as she slowly massaged his scalp. “Since it’s just you and I, how about we play some games? What sort of things did you play as a child? Heads up? Duck duck goose? Hide and Seek? Stop and Go?... Hop scotch? Tag? Or were you more of a board game person? I’m good at checkers, I slay at chess, and I’m passably good at cards… Don’t ask me to play darts with any sort of bets I’d clean even your vast fortune out of your pockets… I like billiards but I’m only good a little drunk… I like cricket… And that one lawn game with the little clubs and hoops with the brightly colored balls? I don’t know the name of it but it was really fun the one time I got to try it… Let’s see… I also love treasure hunts and riddles… What about you?”
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Post by Korey on Oct 26, 2020 12:58:52 GMT 9.5
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