Tantrums [CW]

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Morgan Blackthorn

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Tantrums [CW]
« on: July 03, 2018, 06:25:15 AM »

*I’m bored. Are you bored? Morgan couldn’t imagine anyone not being bored. Except for maybe the prince who hadn’t stopped droning for at least a candlemark. He obviously enjoyed the sound of his own voice, but could be the only one. Monotonous near monotone. Morgan was quite over it, and the quick question to his wife along the Opal was all the warning he gave that he was about to disrupt her meeting.

”All very well Prince Bay,” Morgan broke in with a casual, and dismissive wave of his hand, his tone giving away none of the irritation and boredom he actually felt. Though the later was expressed in his half slouched posture as he leaned into one arm of his chair. He dropped his foot from his knee to the floor and sat up. ”We understand the need for a properly outfitted unit, but you’ve tanners, cobblers and smithies in your own town. Why not work out a trade agreement with them?”

Morgan shrugged as if this were the most logical solution. Which he thought it was. And he thought the prince an idiot for not thinking of it himself. Tucking away a smirk, he ruffled Cat with probes he didn’t really need to read her temper. He just liked doing it. Sort of how he liked pawing at her skirts when she wore them.

”I am sure they would appreciate the marks and the business being kept local. Surely they can give you a discount on large orders, then everyone wins.” And Cat didn’t have to open her pursestrings for the beggar. Morgan was beginning to suspect some men couldn’t make a decision if a queen wasn’t holding them by that balls. And that this man was a cheap bastard. He, on the other hand, just liked being held by the balls. He could make his own decisions just fine.
 
Morgan grinned at the room, pleased with him. And quite ready for the prince to leave so he could ruffle his wife some more, and give rest to his aching ears.



Catriona Blackthorn

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Re: Tantrums
« Reply #1 on: July 04, 2018, 12:30:12 PM »

**You have no idea,** she told him on the same opal thread. Catriona pinched the bridge of her nose, the beginnings of a headache forming from the droning of this Prince's voice. She disliked the immensely and what she wouldn't give to be able to chop his head off. But that was looked down on so she suffered. At least Morgan was here to stave off her woes. And she didn't have to wait long for her consort to disrupt her meeting.

She nodded along with him, agreeing with his words. He was right after all, the pompous Prince Bay had everything he needed for his unit at his finger tips, it wasn't up to Catriona to hold his hand and show him the way. She may be a queen but she wasn't anyone's mother. Her mouth was set in a grim line and though the sight could tell the most seasoned prince that her temper was up, Morgan's probes coupled with his words made her cough to cover a chuckle. He always did manage to make her laugh.

"My Consort is correct," she agreed with a languid tone that belied the anger she was beginning to feel at the continued self important tones of the Prince before her, "You have ample businesses in your own district that will do just the same as mine own. Use them. It is better to assist your own local businesses rather than seek outside them." "Better that you keep a firmer grip on your consort," Prince Bay mumbled under his breath and Catriona's eyes glittered with every ounce of danger she contained. Catriona was dangerous on a good day, and it was often those who forgot her training and only saw her jewel that learned the hardest.

He was weaker than she was, in jewel strength and in character it was a pity they couldn't pick and chose who would be Prince's and who wouldn't be. It took a breath of the craft to slam the prince back into his chair and another to wind her own opal strength around that of his rose to squeeze gently but firmly. The panic rose in his eyes.

"Do not presume to instruct me on the affairs of my own court, Prince Bay, it is decidedly unhealthy," she told him quietly and deadly, her combat craft rising to over take her queenly magic, "My consort is correct and you would do well to heed his advice."

She gave the man another shove with her opal before releasing him and waved a hand at the room in general. "You've your orders and your advice, leave us now" she told them with imperious tones. She watched them all go with an elegant brow raise, brooking no disagreement. The meeting would be rescheduled and hopefully everyone would be of a better mindset. She turned to that devilishly wayward consort of hers, lopsided grin firmly on her face as she waved a finger under his nose. "One of these days, my darling, you are going to overstep and then where will you be?" she covered the underlying threat with a soft and cheery tone. "Where would I be?"

Morgan Blackthorn

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Re: Tantrums
« Reply #2 on: July 04, 2018, 08:12:09 PM »

Morgan always did enjoy a good show. Not enough to hop the Dark Gate to Little Kaeleer, no. He was quite content to watch his wife give the uppity little prince a rather grim thrashing. She didn’t even move, devilish woman, while she did. Morgan himself reacted little to the insult, teeth glossy as he smiled. The edges sharp and his eyes bright. He didn’t need to do anything but watch. As unruffled by being defended by his wife as he was by the implication he needed reining in.

He did need reining in. That’s what made it all so fun.

”Farewell, prince!” Morgan called as the man left rather abruptly, and in worse of a mood than he arrived. Turning back to his wife, Morgan tried to smother his laughter, fingers rubbing his grinning mouth as she wagged a finger in his face. He wasn’t at all frightened. And even less chastised. He’d do it again. And again.

”Being spanked, hopefully.” Morgan didn’t think such a day would come. How could he overstep when everyone he took was the right one. Dropped his hand, he snapped at her finger. Power yanking her chair closer to his so he could wrap his fingers around its carved legs. ”Giving a spanking, I presume, my dear.” He loved her riled, even if he wasn’t the only prickling her temper.

”What shall we do now, with our suddenly free afternoon?” Morgan asked, probes ruffling her skirts again. ”Hunting? Training? Waxing the table?” He guessed.

Catriona Blackthorn

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Re: Tantrums
« Reply #3 on: July 06, 2018, 05:22:14 PM »

This time she didn’t control the laughter that threatened to spill out and Catriona did so with vigor. Oh yes, this husband of hers knew well how to entertain his wife. Whether it was with some smart assed comment that she couldn’t say herself or a romp in bed, Morgan Blackthorn entertained his wife well.

”Such a naughty, naughty boy,” she said without rancor and with quite a bit of indulgence. She didn’t bother moving her finger away from his snapping mouth, if he bit her it would just fuel whatever was building inside her. And he would never hurt her unless she asked for it, she never worried for herself in that regard. She pulled her face into a thoughtful look and regarded him and his words.

”A spanking could be placed on the agenda if you behave,” she told him with a grin and eyes widened as he yanked her chair around with a touch of craft. Full lips parted on a gasp. ”A spanking for you and a spanking for me.. Hmmm,” she murmured thoughtfully, ”Sounds like a good exchange.” A subtle lick of craft between his thighs and another wicked grin from Catriona.

Shifting forward, she draped long elegant arms across his shoulders, ”Prince’s prerogative today, Consort. The choice is yours. Make a good one.” If the last was said with a hint of a threat mattered little to Catriona, even if he didn’t make the choice she was trying to steer him towards, she’d enjoy herself immensely whatever he decided. Hunting or waxing the table she would do with every bit of enthusiasm she possessed for this unruly Warlord Prince.

And every now and again it was good to let a Consort feel like they had the control. Not to mention the things it did to her when he did take that control.




Morgan Blackthorn

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Re: Tantrums
« Reply #4 on: July 07, 2018, 08:00:54 AM »

The finger did not flee. Nonplussed, Morgan tilted his head so he could look at the offending digit without going crosseyed. It was a pretty finger, well manicured, just the right length, he was sure. How unfortunate that he would have to bite it off. ”Very,” he agreed before sinking his teeth into the flesh of it. Not hard, never that. Just a pinch. A little bite beneath his smile.

Morgan tickled it with his tongue. Paper and ink, he tasted, before setting it free with a kiss. Pulled her closer.

”But I want to misbehave, lady dearest.” What fun was being good? Well. Perhaps some if it got you a spanking. Smirking, Morgan could feel his hackles rise at her gasp. ”Has the lady been naughty as well?” Morgan’s eyes narrowed at her teasing craft use. ”Why yes she has.” He rumbled. ”Very naughty. Such a shocking display from our queen,” he teased, taking full advantage of her leaning in.

”All mine?” Since she was already half there, Morgan caught one of her thighs in his fingers and pulled her the rest of the way into his lap. Settling her across it and sniffing at her hair and neck. Finding a nice place at her shoulder to press his face. Morgan breathed her in, imagination trying to run away with him. Imagining the ways he could fit more than one of those items into an afternoon.

Two would be possible, he was sure.

”Are you holding on?” He whispered in her ear, arm under her knees, the other at her back. Morgan propelled himself out of the chair. A couple steps and he was able to set her on the edge of the table, paperwork scattered with a puff of his Opal. ”Oops,” he grinned, kissing her jaw.

Catriona Blackthorn

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Re: Tantrums
« Reply #5 on: July 08, 2018, 05:08:17 PM »

Pain. Sharp and stinging to be soothed away with a swipe of his tongue. Catriona's eyes glittered with want as soon as those sharp teeth had set against her skin and the nip of them sinking straight to her bones. "Tell me something I don't know, Prince," she chuckled huskily, "Misbehaving is your second best skill."

Her grin was smug as he narrowed eyes at her. Oh yes. It was a good use of the craft to be able to touch without hands or mouth. "Always," she admitted and shivered at his rumble. It was going to be a delightful end to a miserable day she had no doubt now. "You liked it," she teased back another gentle caress of craft. Truth be told she loved it herself when she got to display the strength of her training. Her queen's craft was strong enough but it was her combat craft that she cultivated.

A gasp and a quick little moan when fingers bit into her thighs to drag her forwards to settle her firmly in his lap. "All yours," she answered smug again as she shivered and shuddered with his gentle sniffs of her neck. Goose bumps formed when he buried his face at neck and shoulder to breath her in. How she loved when he did that.

Cat's own imagination went wild with that motion.

"Always," she whispered back and tightened her grip on him. Paperwork scattered at his approach and she almost grimaced at the destruction of whatever was there until he laid her across the desk. Head flung back as he kissed along her jaw and she laughed around a groan, "Oops my ass, Consort. Ruined poor Prince Bay's request and everything."

She wiggled around, skirts hiking up and Catriona gripped her consort tight. She always did with a near desperation. Almost afraid to burn him up in the passion that always threatened to consume her. She trusted him though, trusted him to care for that passion with all the delicateness that those webs demanded. She wrapped legs around strong hips and gave herself up to his tender - or not so tender - ministrations.



Morgan Blackthorn

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Re: Tantrums
« Reply #6 on: July 08, 2018, 08:02:55 PM »

Morgan couldn’t decide what he liked better. Which was better. Her rages. Or her moans. So soft and sassy in his hands. Willing, but not overrun. Cat would have her own bit of teasing too. Morgan didn’t and didn’t argue. He also didn’t ask what he was first best at. He already knew. Didn’t need her to say it when it was so very apparent.

”All.” He agreed. He’d claimed her, and no one, not even Cat herself could make him share. He tolerated the other males of the court because his position was secure as her husband. If they got to sniffing too much, or tried to take his place in her bed, there would be hell to pay for every single one of them. Even the innocent. And Cat too.

”Good.” Morgan was holding on too. The rings their wore a double edged leash. More than that, he had a good hold on her so he could lay her out just where he wanted her. Thighs locking around his hips. Morgan growled and leaned in. ”Prince who?” He asked the side of her neck, licking that delicious spot behind her ear. Morgan ran his hands down her thighs, stepping back from the table.

Cat came with him. Legs wrapped around him and holding tight. It made him hard. Fingers hooking behind her knees and pushing them a little higher. Back down her thighs. One hand caressing her bottom just before he brought the other sharply across the other cheek.

”Training, my lady. Sometimes a little punishment goes a long way.” It did for Morgan, the sharp sound finishing what earlier play started. Morgan looked her over, eyes heavy lidded and hungry. ”Yours skirts got up awfully quick.” He reached for her hips, pulling her against him as he leaned and over her. Hard to her soft. He kissed her chin, her cheek, mouth open, lips wet. Tongue tasting. Slowly working his way over her nose and then down to her mouth.

Hungry and demanding.

”Will it come down as fast?” He asked. Years of helping her undress, he knew some were more complicated than others. But he still couldn’t tell which was what until Cat told him. Directed his hands where to go to see her beautiful body free for him to love. Fingers working from hip to thigh again, and under that, between there bodies. ”Just not all of it, or we’ll only he waxing the table with your hair, love.” Besides, he liked the way she looked half undone. The sweetest bits out for their pleasure.

Catriona Blackthorn

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Re: Tantrums
« Reply #7 on: July 11, 2018, 09:13:20 PM »

She laughed around a moan as he licked at that spot behind her ear. Palms slid up her thighs and Catriona squirmed beneath them. Everything about the man she made her husband burned her up. Made her pant and shiver with eagerness. Every touch. Every movement. Every little bit of him heated her blood and turned her into a wanton creature.

A gasp and a sharp intake of breath as he brought a hand down on her ass cheek. It was exquisite soothed away with a touch and a caress. "Is it punishment if it's enjoyed though," she teased and licked her bottom lip. Eyes mirrored his, hooded and filled with excited lust. He pulled her roughly and Cat groaned, titled her head when she needed to, catching his kisses against her skin. Tongue tasting before his mouth found hers.

Deep and passionate. Everything Catriona and Morgan Blackthorn were. "When has it ever been difficult to get those skirts over my head," she teased again with a broken chuckle. Need rode her, hard and aching. Need bare skin and touch. Lust and hunger. Fill an empty void and scream out her love. Hips lifted to meet searching fingers, skirts bunched at hip and waist. Her own fingers slid up her body, searching for the simple buttons that would release her breasts from their confines.

"Just as fast as the front of your pants," husky words deepening as breasts spilled into her hands. Thumbs working across taut peaks and Catriona arched against her own palms. Thighs tight across his hips, pulling him forward to press against the wet core of her. "Speaking of pants," she panted, "Off." She would leave it to his control to remove the offending fabric, to keep them going and resist release until they were both ready.

Torture and beauty all rolled into one.


Morgan Blackthorn

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Re: Tantrums
« Reply #8 on: July 13, 2018, 06:18:43 AM »

”It’s whatever I say it is.” Wicked woman. Morgan was tempted to spank her again. Over his knee to paddle her naked backside. But then he would have to move, and he was so very comfortable where he was. Cat’s thighs around him, all of her there for his taking. As hungry as he was. Hand flexing on her hip, Morgan sucked her tongue. Wicked, wicked woman.

”Never for me.” He chuckled, kissing her chin. Morgan leaned back so he could watch her. Knuckles running down the sweet center of her. Hot and wet against his skin. Up and down, up and down. One knuckled sweeping deeper than the others, Morgan’s eyes never leaving her hands. Breath hissing as she opened the top of her dress. Caught her own nipples with her thumbs.

”Good girl,” he whispered, opening his hand to cup her. Squeezing. His fingers curled around the now damp barrier between them and vanished it. Let go of her hip long enough to work the front of his trousers open as commanded. Morgan fought the pull of her. Fought his own hips which wanted to drive him mercilessly into her until they were both sated. Pinched her bottom and pressed his dick to her thigh inside. Rode the crease near her sex, fingers seeking it out again.

A thumb for that tight bud if pleasure, and a long stroke for the rest. Cupping her shoulder Morgan set his mouth one of her breasts. Lips covering his teeth as he bit the tip of it, drawing her nipple into his mouth where he could lick it apologetically. Growling he thrust at her with hips and fingers, standing again to have a nice look see.

”Again.” He’d liked the way her back had arched the first time when she’d palmed her breasts. He wanted to see it again. To feel it against his hand.

Catriona Blackthorn

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Re: Tantrums [CW]
« Reply #9 on: July 15, 2018, 03:56:32 PM »

She squirmed against his hand, hips thrusting and her own eyes darkened to a brilliant green with her need. Teeth set into her full bottom lip as her thumbs raked across peaked nipples, circles within circles. Heat and wetness as he cupped her in his hand. A soft mewling sound came from her throat as the chill of the air met hot skin as Morgan vanished the offending material between them.

Laughter at the pinch to her bottom, mirth bright in those lust filled eyes. Thighs tightened, muscles quivering as he rode that space between her thigh and her sex. Hips moved in tandem with his and Catriona nearly moved to grip his hips and bring him more firmly to that emptiness between her legs. A moan, deep and guttural met that twirl of thumb and stroke against her heat. Catriona arched into his mouth and her gasp of delight as teeth met nipple brought a fresh pull to the center of her.

Her head thrashed as he worked her with hips and fingers, her hands buried in his hair as his mouth locked around a stiff nipple and the disappointed feeling when he released the peak to stand again, searing her body with his hot gaze. "Liked that did you," she chuckled hotly skin twitchy beneath his palm. Hands moved slow, tortuously up her torso to lay the palms against her sensitive breasts. Her back arched and she brought a low moan to her own lips.

Fingers pulled and pinched and rolled nipples between them and Catriona's eyes lit with her pleasure as her lids drooped and hooded. Face flushed and lips parted as she arched once more against her palms. She almost wanted to beg for release, to beg her husband for that sweet release but the torture was exquisite and Catriona wasn't quite ready for it to end.

Morgan Blackthorn

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Re: Tantrums [CW]
« Reply #10 on: July 21, 2018, 11:45:07 AM »

Wicked woman. Morgan watched her whip her pleasure against the table. Hair and hips lashing with it. He hummed his, low gravel, palming her thigh and giving Cat more of what she wanted. Her moans making his blood heat. Nipples begging for teeth and tongue and finger.

The rest of her begging for the rest of him.

Sword callouses to stroke her with. A deep, slow sort of petting while his thumb worked the real source of her pleasure. Teeth flashing, his brows rose over heavy eyes. ”I did.” Do it again, his hand commanded, fingers trusting deeper, curling into the soft heat of her. Morgan throbbed against her thigh, breathing slowly as she did just as he liked.

Watched her. Eyes tracking her hands, only looking away to glance at her face. Watch her eyes grow glassy and her lips wet. Face flushed from it all. He tried to pace his hands with hers, but his own lust spilled over. Greedy and hard. Pressing the heel of his hand to her pubic bone, Morgan fucked her with his fingers like he wanted to with hard shaft he ground into the hollow between her thigh and her ass.

”Good girl,” he groaned. Catching her shoulder again, Morgan wrapped his mouth around one peak. Sucking as much of her into him as he could. Hand tight to hold her still as he tried to drive her to climax without the use of his spear. Tongue and teeth teasing the bud of her nipple until Morgan could barely stand it anymore. She made him fucking crazy. Mad with rage or mad with lust depending on her mood.

Just mad. Insane all the damned time.

”I fucking love you,” he snarled against the side of her breast, raking his teeth along it but not biting her. Tongue soothing the red lines he left behind. His! His, his, his.

Catriona Blackthorn

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Re: Tantrums [CW]
« Reply #11 on: July 30, 2018, 09:59:21 PM »
Body hot. Face flushed and eyes glassy with her lust, Catriona arched her back again, moan to match his groan. Hips pumped against the hand that ground against the mound of her pubic bone, pressure building and building. The torture almost too much.

She pressed against that mouth that snatched a breast from her hand. Gasped and moaned when teeth and tongue teased that peak. How she loved this man. Loved everything about him. Loved the levels he could drive her too with a simple touch or look. Between one second and the next, Catriona spilled every bit of that lust into his hand. Hips bucking desperately against his palm with the force of that climax.

Need ached through her body. She needed him. Inside and claiming her with the fierceness that was a Warlord Prince. "Prove it," she panted heavily as she trembled with the after math of her lust, "Now Morgan. I need you now." She gasped as he raked teeth across her sensitive flesh, body shuddered as his tongue soothed away the sting.

Trust was nearly as heady of a thing as the lust Catriona had for her husband. She trusted him to keep her safe during one of the most vulnerable times. Barriers let down, emotions and love washing out to coat him. "Hurry," she gasped out as she raked fingers through his hair holding him to her, "Please!"


Morgan Blackthorn

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Re: Tantrums [CW]
« Reply #12 on: August 03, 2018, 06:02:30 AM »

She was a wild cat. Morgan approved vastly. No shy or simpering queen for him. No sweetly docile wife either.no. Catriona bucked into his hand, riding it like she rode him. Morgan smiled, making his fingers a good place for her to grind her pleasure free from. Pressure on and around that tight bundle of nerves. Cupping her there while his thumb slipped inside to stroke her there too.

Impossibly fucking wet woman.

Morgan sucked and teased her breasts. Watched her plucking fingers help him drive her wild. Knew what he wanted to watch next time as he drew her wetness out with his thumb, slipping it under his his other fingers and across her clit. Then back in to truly hold her tight while she pumped an orgasm into his hand. Morgan felt lost. Washed away by it. Muscles rhythmically flexing around his thumb while he tried not to grind himself to a finish against her thigh. Mother Fucking Night.

She was wild and he loved. Snarling, Morgan tossed shields around the room. The lock on the door promising death to anyone who dared to try it. With much more gentleness, he slipped a shield around Cat too. Just in case. Just in case. Because he planned in giving her just what she wanted, and had been driven beyond the point of gentleness by the force of her climax. Cock stroked with a sopping hand, Morgan panted into the skin between her breasts, growling as she pulled his hair.

”Yes, love.” He ground out before burying himself in her. One smooth, fierce thrust that made him groan against her sternum. Turning his face to kiss the side of a breast, Morgan dug his fingers into her hips and pulled her ass over the edge of the table. He almost apologized, but instead he held her tight and fucked her. Hands allowing her no recourse. Held just where he wanted her as he pulled his length out and slammed it back into her over and over.

Hair ripped from her fingers so he could stand. One hand sliding to her thigh to pin it against his hip. Eyes watching as he sank again and again into her sweet center. Morgan growled low in his throat. Looked up to watch her tits bounce. Blood roaring in his ears until he forgot who he was. Forgot everything but the fact that she was his.

Grasping her knee, Morgan lifted it toward her chest. ”Hold this,” he commanded, craft pinning her hips to free his hand. Morgan held the curve of her waist, thumb tucked between thigh and stomach. The other making slow circles of her clit as he eased his bruising thrusts. Watching now, slower. Eyes narrowed and teeth bared. ”Good girl,” Morgan rumbled. ”Good girl.”

Catriona Blackthorn

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Re: Tantrums [CW]
« Reply #13 on: September 08, 2018, 02:30:47 PM »
The moan that erupted from her throat was deep as Morgan buried himself inside her. The scrape of bare flesh against the table brought pain and pleasure to her as she gasped with the motion. Fingers biting into her hips had Catriona craving more and more, Morgan did not disappoint as he withdrew to slam with force over and over again. Pants and grunts colored by the moans of her pleasure and Catriona could feel it building  once more.

Not ready for it, she distracted herself by tugging his hair until it was ripped from her grasp when he stood to slid a hand down her thigh. She would need to check his scalp for a bald spot later, she mused to herself before moaning as hooded eyes watched him slid in and out of her just as he did the same. A matched pair she was with her consort and Cat wouldn't have it any other way. Wouldn't have any other for her lover.

She did as she was bid, gripping the slender knee he shoved up to her chest and the movement changed the angle of his thrusts, deeper and harsher. Hips bucked as he changed it again, thumb circling her clit, pressing and slow. The tightness in her core growing and growing. Back arched and her own fingers bit into her skin as the muscles within her clamped down as between one moment and the next another climax brought a shout from her lips.

"Fucking Darkness, Morgan," she panted heavily as she laughed around the aftershocks, "You'll kill me at this rate." But she didn't mind. It would be a sublime death beneath him as he sank into her, thumb circling that ultra sensitive bit of flesh. She would go to her maker with a smile on her face and love him for it.

Morgan Blackthorn

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Re: Tantrums [CW]
« Reply #14 on: September 20, 2018, 06:10:37 AM »

Morgan close his eyes. Cheek resting on the ankle that hovered near his shoulder for a moment. Focused on every slick inch of flesh, eyebrows turning down over the bridge of his nose. Mother Night, it felt fucking wonderful. But he liked watching too much to stay that way for long. Seeing his possession of Cat was half the pleasure. It didn’t matter that he was giving himself to her, over and over again, and she was as much in possession of him as he was of her. Maybe more so.

What Morgan saw was his queen, his wife, bucking beneath him. Hips desperate to meet every thrust of his spear. He heard her moans of pleasure, pleasure he gave her, and only him. He teetered on the edge. Free fall into orgasm and killing field much the same as he stroked her sweet, wet bud and felt her body flex around his. Drawing him in deep and wringing him tight as Cat shouted her release for all the court to hear. Not that they would through the shields he’d woven over the room.

Morgan wouldn’t share even that with them. Flattening his hips to her thighs and ass, he rocked his own orgasm into her. Growl so low it was almost in audible, his lower lip bloodied between his teeth as he made sure she got every last inch and every last drop, sweet fucking woman that she was. His thumbs stroking her gently now, soft petting for a job well done as his eyes closed beneath his scowling eyebrows, a smile tucking his lips up in the opposite direction.

”We can’t have that,” he purred, easing her knee from her grasp. Morgan bent over her, weight caught on his forearm as he kissed a nipple, her collar bone, and then finally her mouth. Delectable and naughty mouth. The kiss tasting of zinc. Pleasure and blood all mixed together, making him twitch inside her, half ready to rise again at the thought of her sweet mouth and the things it could do. Wrapping his free around around her, Morgan nuzzled her neck and hair, ready now for the softer cuddling.

”Why not this time, Cat?” It was as good a time as any. They’d certainly remember it. Morgan knew he would. Flashes of her hands pulling at her breasts making suck at her skin. This fucking woman. He pressed himself into her. Maybe he could go again. Bend her over the table and fondle her swinging breasts while he fucked her. ”No brews, hmm? Maybe a chance for that baby we’ve been talking about.” Or that Morgan had been talking about. Ready, he was sure, for fatherhood.

 

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Witchlight is loosely based upon the Black Jewels Series by Anne Bishop though it has been adapted and expanded by our members. All lore, characters, and writing belongs to the members. Site graphics & custom codes were created by the staff. A special thanks to Wolf & Katarina for all their help with the planning of Witchlight and the writing of the base lore.

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