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troubleyan

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From:

naharel

[ The urge to have her shift, to throw her over his legs and let him give her what she desires, to have her skin pinked from his touch until her cunt is flooded all the more with her desire and she is slick and easy for him to fuck - that is something that he tucks into the back of his mind, something that he thinks they will have to indulge in later. If she enjoys it from the gentlest of taps against her ass, then later...

But he will not be distracted from his mission, and that is to feel her come around his fingers and tongue.

Magic helps keep her in place, a little manipulation of the world around them, and as one arm holds her around the waist to keep her in place the other moves back around to between her legs. They slide back into her, curling as they had done before, even as his mouth presses, searching and seeing. It doesn't take much for his skilled tongue to flick over her clit, and then he hums, pleased. ]

I can tell. [ He speaks against her, barely pulling away enough for his mouth not to brush against her cunt, smirk still in place. ]

Are you going to come for me? For my tongue and fingers? Show me.

[ And he returns, tongue against her clit, mouth sucking gently to test, even as his fingers fuck her. ]

From:

troubleyan

[She is floating - literally, figuratively. Her sense of gravity is gone, her body in his hands - the hands of his magic - and it is deceptively easy to let herself float.

He's incredible. She can't keep her reactions quiet, or subtle enough, not with the way she's drenching his fingers with her arousal. Her ears pick up the subtle nuances of his licks, how loud they are given how wet she is, and it is maddening combination.

She presses herself down against his fingers, imagining for a second what it will feel like when he fills her with his cock, imagining what kind of casual misuses of magic during sex he'll think of then.

She climbs, her breath hitching, all the blood rushing to her head - he has challenged her, he is expecting her to come, voice low and sensual and demanding, she absolutely has to please him with acquiescence.]

Fuck - nn, you're unfairly good at this - oh god -

[A quiver runs down her legs, in warning, and she twists his hair around her fist and sucks in a breath. Begs,] Please pleas please yes - can I - ?

From:

naharel

[ One hand remains splayed against the small of her back, holding her there gently as his other hand sinks into her. There is nothing he wants more, now, than to completely and utterly destroy her with his touch, with his tongue, to feel her come around him.

It is practice, of course. Fen'Harel does not take many lovers - he is not prolific, he is not the type to have a legion of women or men at his beck and call - but when he does he is dedicated to them, to learning their pleasure, devouring them and claiming them. He enjoys the matter of it, enjoys giving and taking, enjoys seeing bliss spread across a body.

The fact that she is so open with her pleasure is a delight he did not expect.

What he did not anticipate was her asking for permission, falling into the role so perfectly, and he groans against her before he speaks. ]

Of course, da'len, show me your pleasure.

From:

troubleyan

[She was not far from a world-shaking orgasm even before he filled her, the sudden slide of his fingers inside her being met with pleasure-drunk sob, her stomach muscles clenching, her cunt fluttering around his fingers instantly.

By the time he gives her permission, she's a goner. Little after Of course registers, a sob of relief ripped out of her before she lets herself fall over the edge.

What a fall.] Oh god - oh - yesyesyes - [It rips through her body like a savage, unforgiving wave of pleasure, leaving her shaking. Blood rushes to her head, her ears pop from the sudden pressure, her arousal drenches his hand. World-shaking orgasm - and possibly world-changing too.]

From:

naharel

[ He does not stop - of course he doesn't, that would be far too easy - and he keeps touching her, fingers pressing her through her orgasm until she gets to the point where she is too sensitive and simply cannot take it any more.

Slowly, careful with his magic, he allows her to slide back down to his lap, lifting his fingers to his mouth to clean them of her wetness before he leans back. His eyes are dark, a touch glazed, as he watches her, keen to see her fall apart again.

How wonderful. How dangerous. ]

Beautiful.

From:

troubleyan

[By the time she is lowered into his lap again, she's dizzy, her head spinning from the intensity of that orgasm - which he dragged out of her to the point of making it feel endless - and it's a miracle she's managing some sort of composure. Because her legs are still quivering from the experience, her muscles still contracting - again, as she watches him lick his fingers clean of her slick.

She lets out a low groan, in reaction. He is marred by her pleasure, his chin and his lips shiny with it, and it renews the heat between Evelyn's legs.]

Maker's breath... [She slips, letting the litany escape her lips on an exhale, then closes the distance to kiss him. To taste herself off his tongue, because she's a little depraved that way - clearly.]

From:

naharel

[ He's not sure who the Maker is, or why she claims it, but he assumes it is some kind of religious callout - and that is enough for him, at least for now. Leaning down, he takes her mouth with his own, kissing her long and slow, devouring her. He wants her to taste how delicious she is on his tongue, wants her to understand how much he desires her, and he groans against her lips. ]

Da'len, you are hard to resist.

[ His fingers curl around her hips again, grinding his cock against her. ]

Are you prepared for me?

From:

troubleyan

[She gasps against his lips, leaning back enough to catch her breath. He's pressed against her so fully that it would take very little encouragement to take his cock inside her. She's ready - she's dripping, clenching around emptiness - he made sure of it.

She could tell him that. She could beg him for it. She could rock her hips against him to grind down against his cock.

She does all those things.]

Yesss, so ready, sink into me.

From:

naharel

Good girl.

[ Fen'harel is smug as he draws her close, letting his mouth draw down to her neck and scrape his teeth there. As he does, he pulls on her hips, dragging her onto his cock without hesitation or pause - and then he moans, low and needy against her skin, breathless before he shivers.

His nails dig into her body, and he begins to thrust, using his hold on her to move her body as much as she allows. ]

Wonderful...

From:

troubleyan

Oh, fuck -

[ Mark her down as unfortunately very into praise kink and at his mercy.

Her head drops back to let him reach her neck as he pleases and the gasp she starts to let out as he scrapes his teeth against her sensitive skin turns into a heady moan.

Full - so full. ] So deep - oh gods, pleasemove- yes.

[ She grabs hold of him and holds on for dear life, one hand buried in his hair and one on his shoulder. ]

From:

naharel

[ His lips curl into a smirk as he watches her, pleased and smug all at once, and his hands settle back down on her hips. He wants to mark her, to leave imprints of himself onto her skin. He wonders if she'll touch herself later and think of it, stroke her fingers against the marks and moan his name.

The idea of it makes him growl a little into her skin, hips thrusting up a little harder. ]

Anything, da'len. I will please you.

[ He grinds, shoving his cock into her, with an almost brutal pace. ]

From:

troubleyan

You - ah - do -

[There is a certain degree of incoherence that follows, with those deeply satisfying and deeply brutal movements. He feels buried deep enough that might taste it, and she's almost instantly sure that this will wreck her for anyone else in the future.]

Oh, fuck - you fucking feral thing...haah - are you going to bite me? Mm? Fuck me into your pretentious furniture, come on, I'm - don't slow down, please don't slow down...

From:

naharel

[ The chuckle comes out of him unbidden, dangerous, and her dares, her commands, leaving him wanting. If he wasn't already desperate to ruin her, to claim and keep her, the way she speaks to him would be enough to do it.

He's desperate, now, and his teeth sink into her neck as he moans. ]

Take your pleasure. Be a good girl and show me how you come for me.

From:

troubleyan

[ A high, breathy whine escapes her as he gives that order, clamping tight around his cock, feeling the pressure build fast.]

Hah - oh god - [ The bite, it hurts but in a way that makes her filthy wet, nails pressed against his skin, raking up his back. It hurts in the best fucking way.

This will be a problem, later. Eventually.

Right now, it's sweet release, a moan filling the sumptuous room as she comes, frantically trying to ride him through it. ]

From:

naharel

[ Her nails are small, but the way they did is perfect; it makes him groan. Perhaps she'll leave her mark on him for days to come, that when he returns to his bed he will feel the echoes of their pleasure.

Or maybe he'll simply keep her there, for his pleasure, to give and take from her as much as he pleases.

It's an idle thought (Fen'Harel does not keep slaves) that is immediately stolen from him as she comes, sharp and tight around his cock; his body leans back into his wide chair as he keeps thrusting, using her sensitivity to his advantage. It doesn't take too much longer for her to drag it from him, his groan low and deep as he holds her in place. ]

From:

troubleyan

[It sends blood rushing to her head so fast her ears pop, as though she's taken flight on the back of a dragon and reached the peaks of the Anderfells too fast; he keeps thrusting, using her body for his pleasure, and it feels too complicated to explain why that precisely feels so damned good.

Heat surges again. She hears herself, the little gasps and moans that come out between thrusts, the way her cunt tries to clamp tight enough around his cock to not allow him to draw out.

Not long after, he fills her, and Evelyn lets out another heady, desperate whimper at the sensation of it, another round of begging on the tip of her tongue.

Then released,] Thank you, yes, fill me...perfect, you're perfect...

From:

naharel

[ Oh, the games he might play with her - they're laid out in front of him like a bounty, a feast for the taking. She moulds to him so well, gives him what he desires, and he thinks he could take and take and have her wanton and desperate for him every single time.

He would gladly take it, and that is dangerous. If she has a more sinister game to play here, whoever she might be, then he will have to ensure she does not get to play it.

Leaning back, he lets his arms settle around her, holding her gently and letting his cock rest inside her cunt, content to find comfort there until they have recovered. ]

The pleasure was mine, da'len.

From:

troubleyan

[She lets out a breathless laugh, resting her forehead against his shoulder. Her chest is still heaving from the intensity of that particular exercise, but rather than crash straight onto the massive mistake she's made, she floats in the ether of pleasure some more.]

Oh, a lot of it was mine, I'm sure...

From:

naharel

[ Let her float, he thinks, enjoying the smugness of a good fuck. His hand rubs against her back gently, letting her take her time to come down from the high. ]

And it will continue to be so.

From:

troubleyan

[She laughs softly, under her breath, nuzzling her cheek against his shoulder like a satisfied cat.] Oh? In general or tonight? You strike me as an elf who'll keep someone in his bed for a few rounds, Fen'Harel, but this isn't a bed...

From:

naharel

In general, tonight, tomorrow... You and I will entertain one another until we figure out your problem.

[ He leans in, stealing another kiss, long, slow and deep, humming softly. ]

Are you ready to move?

From:

troubleyan

Mmm, sounds like a lush promise.

[ And if it's a threat, she's not seeing it as such. maybe she's taking advantage of the fact that he is interested in her.

Maybe she's just been fucked silly already and wants more of it. A spot in the world where she is neither Herald nor Inquisitor. ]

Where are we moving?

From:

naharel

When your legs are prepared to work again.

[ He smirks, leaning close to draw his lips along her jaw, humming softly. ]

Or when you are prepared to allow me to clean you.

From:

troubleyan

[She lets out a low laugh, breathless, letting her head drop back.]

Oh, you were so good right there that I'm inclined to let you move me wherever and however you want. I'm ready now.