Adventure Time [cw]

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Eulalie Reneux

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Re: Adventure Time
« Reply #15 on: January 13, 2019, 06:30:37 PM »

Eulalie smiled. He shared a fascination she had noticed in men. One she shared. Not quite the same. They were all so very worried about getting their cocks in a mouth. Eulalie was much more interested in having tongues plied to her sex. The pleasure was without parallel. ”You just wrap your lips over your teeth.” So she thought. It was not a pastime she had spent much time taking part in.

”Probably, but I think that is part of the point.” Senseless, to Eulalie who found sickness and gagging unpleasant. Perhaps it was more about dominance than pleasure. She herself had held tight to fistfuls of hair to hold a tongue to where it brought her the most pleasure. It made her squeeze her thighs together.

”Yes. But her own behavior probably bred carelessness in her people.” Eulalie allowed the men to use the queens as they needed, but she did not encourage it. Not in the pleasure of their company or the release of their bodies. Better they find it some other, safer way. ”I am sure she enjoyed having them all milling about her halls.” Eulalie nudged him, laughing at his sincerity and concern in the running of a temple well before their time. ”She was pregnant already, remember? Anyway, that is not the important part.”

Why should they care what was done with queens before? Eulalie had read many of the non personal texts available in Paon’s libraries. This was not about religion or ruling. This was about sex. And violence. Of which this priestess partook of quite often. Her and Vrai’s bodies coiling together as the scene played out. Eulie pressing her thighs tighter and tighter in an attempt to relieve some of the pressure that built there.

”The apprentice. The captain too, of course.” It had been his spear the girl had earned her position on. Choking it down while the other had gagged and wretched. ”And sometimes all three. Or more.” As the book detailed the farther she read. No one went untouched. It made Eulalie squirm. Shoulders twitching, then drawing back as the movement made the fabric of her dress draw pleasantly across her taut nipples.

Made her bold. Pressing herself against Vrai. Wedged between his thighs. Cupping his spear with her back. It made him grab her. Hand at her waist as his hips lifted him into the hollow of her spine. Eulalie arched, thighs restlessly moving together. ”Hush. It’s alright.” More than alright. A deep breath pinning him between their bodies. Gooseflesh broke out across her skin. His mouth brushing her shoulder nearly undid her. Eulalie muffled the sound that worked around her tongue. Again. She wanted him to do it again.

”There?” A long sentence about the ropey texture of the captain’s ejaculation. The words swam and Eulalie’s eyes rolled. Shifting, she flexed around Vrai’s spear and let her head rest against his shoulder. Where had his hands gone? ”Let’s see.” Licking her lips, Eulie squinted at the book, hand dropping to pull his arm up over her. ”Still cold,” she mumbled. Toes curling over each other, Eulalie went back to reading, voice softer than it had been before.

The leader of the losing team was made to bow before the apprentice. His forgiveness begged for between her thighs. His men given to the victors. One strapped to the bars. Leather cuffs at ankles and wrists. ”They are always so offended by this forced submission. Worse than the whipping block, even though this will being them pleasure and not pain.” Apprentice proving her skill yet again. Eulalie sucked her lower lip, lashes low and brushing her cheeks.

”So. An orgy.” Not enough women present to service all the men. At least not all at once. Or not all of them at once. It made her blush and squirm. Thighs slick. Vrai’s spear in her back. Her hand pinning the book down, the other clutching his arm. She pressed her heels into the cushion and slid her body farther up his.

Vrai

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Re: Adventure Time
« Reply #16 on: January 13, 2019, 08:31:57 PM »
Vrai wanted more of the priestess’ recollections. So he did not press. Only made a face to test the theory. Mouth opened as wide as it would go before his lips slipped away form his teeth. Yes. A spear would probably fit there with the protective layer between. He did not understand either, why choking would be part and parcel of the enjoyment. Watching Eulie choke would only make him worry.

But he was not, and had never been, a man prone to dominate behaviors. As comfortable submitting as he was guiding. Usually. In all things but this.

”We only have one side of the story. Perhaps you’re right. Or perhaps Paon flourished despite a little indiscretion at its heart.” It crossed his mind, offering to search the old tombs and discover the truth. His mind but not his lips. Let the priestess stay in the past, where she could be enjoyed- once again- through the pages of her journal. Why else leave it behind? ”What are a few lies held by friends? Or indecencies behind closed doors?”

He dared anyone to say Paon was less than flawless in its running today. They could not. The people were happy. The heathens on their land treated well and offered enlightenment. Riches poured in from all corners of both realms. And in the armory, some nights, Isidore Nazaire groveled on the floor between his cousin's legs. Those that knew, said nothing, just as those that knew of orgy’s in a mirrored room had said nothing all those long years ago.

”Of course.” He echoed sarcastically. A smile tugging one corner of his mouth. ”You would think they would prefer Eunuchs for spear swallowing, though. Less mess at the end.” The words poured out and he was quiet again. Waiting to see how they were received. With surprise? Disgust? It was not the sort of vulgar talk he indulged in. Especially with Eulalie who had never shown interest in such matters when combined with Vrai.

It made him think of Isidore in the Keep. He would have thrived under such a priestess. ”Isidore would have been quite taken. Born after his time, I suppose.”  Orgy’s and oral sex. Pregnant queens. Those were the sort of scandals that seemed to follow him like a slug’s trail. All of that made him wonder, though, if Eulalie had consider it then. With Isidore’s hand stroking up her nightgown and Vrai on the other side.

He liked this much better. No one at all between them. No threat of interruption or scalding judgment. He did fear Eulalie’s opinion, or really, her rejection. But there was none. Heart unclenching as she did not flinch when he bucked his hips at her. Only soothing words that made him strain under a thin veil of control.

Blinking at the page over the curve of her shoulder he tensed at her wiggling. Spear glided over as she settled in a new position. A groan not quite contained but he managed to sit still this time. Mostly. Spear pounding along with his heart. This was more than knuckles brushing or Eulie clinging to his arm all night. So much more. And worth the agony in his pants.

”Better?” He asked as she drew his arm across her front. Cupping the bottom of her rib cage he let his thumb fall in the space between her breasts. Touching neither of them, but aware- every inch of him achingly aware- of how easy it would be to stroke that thumb over them. She was not cold. Skin warm in the places it touched his own. He inhaled the scent of her hair and didn’t care.

She told them, through the handwritten passages, how she made the men writhe. It made Vrai writhe too. Stomach so tight he wasn’t sure it existed anymore. Maybe that was his ball, and the metal spare, dragged up into his body by the force of his hard spear. Breath quick and heady at every dirty line. Grip pulling Eulie closer until she rested on his shoulder and he rested his head against her cheek. Reading as quickly as she said the words aloud.

”Mm” What was talking? Strange grunting was all the answer Vrai could give. An orgy indeed. Through the thread of time he felt as if he had participated. But not gotten his turn. Stiff and tense and aching. Lady tormenting him further as she rode higher on his hips. He held her tighter, not to pin her in place but to pin her against him. Catching one cunning hip with his free hand.

This was not the no-touching he had grown so accustomed too. Knuckles pulsing he turned his face into the sheet of her hair. There where her perfect ear half peeked out. He had nothing to whisper his time. He brushed his lips on the lobe anyway. Too busy testing boundaries to worry about saying anything smart. From hip to thigh then back again he rubbed his palm along fit muscle and silk skirts. Then pressed her down the front of him again, nestled to the seat. Skirts pooling where they had stayed up when her bottom went back down. He pulled them up, out of the way, and eased his hold so she could grind again if she wanted.

Just this once, he prayed. Let her pick him just this once.

Eulalie Reneux

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Re: Adventure Time
« Reply #17 on: January 13, 2019, 09:57:34 PM »

”What indeed?” Eulalie sometimes thought she lived nothing but lies. They grew and bred and became a multitude. Vrai had them too. Things he did not tell her. Secrets, which were another sort of lie. But he was right. None of them were sinless. They all had their secrets and lies. What was a few more? Especially between friends?

Shuddering, Eulalie laughed, hand covering her face. It was hot beneath her fingers, which were clammy. Scalding as she imagined just how a eunuch’s semen might differentiate from a man’s. ”I never thought of it.” Did they? Eulalie glanced at him. Vrai did. His cut unsuccessful. He’d impregnated Georgette. Eulalie wished he hadn’t, but it seemed likely, unless someone else had taken advantage. Isidore swore not, but Eulalie did not believe him. Not wholly, not ever.

”To hell with Isidore.” Eulalie hissed. He would have made that priestess his puppet. Eulalie was not ignorant to what he got up to. Her cousin was a walking, talking scandal. And she did not want to think of just then, or speak of him. Not Isidore. Not Georgette. Just her and Vrai and the book on her lap. Tales from the room just beyond the doorway. Eulalie looked through it. Mirrors reflecting nothing now.

What would she see if it did? What was his expression as he ground his spear and apologies into her skin? Eulalie wanted to know but dared not turn to look. She didn’t want to frighten him again. To make him retreat. Soothing him as he slowly stilled, his pulse laid long against her back. Eulalie pressed her thighs together, and her hips down to her thighs.

”Better.” She breathed, mouth dry. Her heart beat hard against her chest, as if it wanted free to leap into his hand. Nipples aching with his nearness. Swallowing, Eulalie continued the story. It seemed surreal. The words on the page a dozen miles away. Unbelievable, but Eulalie could imagine every bit of it. A thousand reflections of bodies in various states of arousal and indiscretion. Remembered the way Vrai’s muscles had twitched when he’d hung from the bars.

Behind her, Vrai’s breathing changed. The arms across her ribs growing heavier. Thumb pressing into her sternum, holding her tight to his chest. It was where she wanted to be. Her head falling back against his shoulder, his falling forward onto hers until his cheek rested against her own. Eulie rolled her shoulders, pulling the top of her dress tight against her breasts, then loose again.

The sensation pressed her tongue against her lower lip and her heels into the seat. Driving her body upward until the base of Vrai’s spear as nestled by the top of her ass. Vrai’s hold tightened, crushing her to his chest. His other hand capturing her hip. Eulalie pressed in to that too. Thighs clenching. She rubbed them together, feet tangling with each other. Trying not to pant, Eulalie settled a hand over his. Thumb rubbing nail of his. Heart pounding beneath them. Her fingers fit into the gaps between his own. So close to her breasts.

She forgot about them for a moment. Book slipping from nerveless fingers as his lips brushed her ear. It landed in her lap, spine caught in the crease of her thighs. Eulalie moaned. This was not what she had intended. But it had always been what she wanted. Muscles quivering as he stroked her thigh, Eulie ached to part them and thrust his hand between them to pet the wet that pooled there. It dampened her skirts and the seat beneath as Vrai pulled them away.

Gasping, Eulalie let him drag her down against his pounding spear. Pulse fitted against her back. Gripped his thigh when eased his hold and dug her feet in. Toes curled, heels pressing hard as she ground herself against him. His spear was frighteningly impressive. But Eulalie was not afraid. Too busy feeling it ride the gap at the top of her ass cheeks. Too busy shrugging her shoulders through the wide straps of her dress so that they were tucked under her arms.

It made the front of her dress gape. Looking down she could see the dark, hard peaks of her nipples. See her flexing hips and Vrai’s hand at her thigh. Oh Mother Night she was going to die. Her back arched, cunt twitching at the sight. Eulalie gripped his thigh, thumb stroking and fingers kneading. Close, she thought, to orgasm. But he hadn’t even touched her yet, not really. A hand at her ribs and one at her thigh! Lips hardly brushing her ear any more than when he whispered advice to her, but Eulalie could feel the hot, heavy pooling low in her stomach. His name a ragged whisper as she held tight and thrust hard back against him.

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Re: Adventure Time
« Reply #18 on: January 14, 2019, 12:07:57 AM »
Better was good. Now to be best. How was the tricky part but Vrai thought he was getting some parts right. He recognized the sultry notes in her voice. Felt her heart under his hand. As quick as his own, like they were racing for the same finish line.

Pacing was a problem, he realized. Not sure when the next move was right. Trying to work up the nerve to touch more, worrying it would be too soon. Or too late. Or just not what she really wanted. He was doing nothing to arouse her. Nothing to offer but a warm body to grind her hips against. The book was the real source of her pleasure and if he distracted her from it too fully she might end their evening. Tell him goodnight and slip away to call fucking Jean or Mother Night only knew who.

Silk draped on his arm then tightened across her chest again. Small shoulders tucked in the space between his own moving restlessly. She smelled to nice for him to move away. To see if it was his heaviness that made her shift, or if she was working free of the giddiness the unfolding story put in their bones.

Eulalie clutched at his hand. He thought she would pry it away. Tell him enough was enough as he held her tight. By accident or design his spear stroked her back until she planted firmly in his lap. Wiggling for relief. Moaning. Moaning and he didn’t know what he had done right! Vrai touched his forehead to her temple. Ragged breaths and painfully slow movements.

The scent of her heat in the air as he spilled her skirt out from under her bottom. It made him want to reach underneath. Feel the wetness between his fingers. See how slick slickness was. Things whispered about when people thought he wasn’t listening. Or read in books he had never meant to start but couldn’t set aside without finishing once he had.

She shared none of his hesitance or insecurities. Up and up then down again. Hips working frantically over his spear. Without the extra layers of her skirts in the way he could feel her better. Heat spreading from his lap. Dampness seeping through. From his spear tip out and from her sex in. He thought it might start to chaf but couldn’t bear the thought of her stopping.

Not because it felt good- but Mother Night did it feel good. But because she panted and wiggled free of her bodice. His hand keeping it to her chest but the sleeves abandoned. Eulalie felt good, and that was all he could ask for. Pleasure that was her pleasure, stemming from Vrai. From over her shoulder he peered down. Massaging the stretch of thigh he had claimed for the moment. Nipples flashing up from the sagging top of her dress. Hands squeezing him tight as she rubbed against him again.

He whispered her name back. Voice thick and tacky with… lust. He had no other word for it. He wanted her so badly his skin felt ready to split. A line of sweat on his brow with the restraint of thrusting unschooled hips at her. She was excited, aroused, hungry for release. And it was all he could focus on. Spear an ache in the back of his mind while he considered what came next. How to coax her to let him be the one that brought her to climax.

Or to take it without asking. She seemed so willing. Why make an option where none was needed. Fingers twitching he moved their interwoven fingers over. Palm coarse on the soft fabric to peel it down. Curious fingertips circling her nipple. A gentle squeeze to explore its elasticity. Ridges making a pretty pucker that had him dragging his tongue over the edges of his teeth. He moved his other hand too. Skirt, skirt, folds and pleats.

Skin. Curls he couldn’t see but knew were black as her eyes. Softer than he expected. Warm and wet. He pet her, one finger tracing the crease of her closed thighs. That was all he needed. One finger to part her, if that was what she wanted. ”You have to tell me to.” He rocked his hips forward spoke softly. He couldn’t do it without being told. Wanted so desperately to be that sort of man in that moment but he was not. He was her Hand, and he had to make this service or else he would toss her over the back of the sofa and drive his spear in as far as it could go.

That was not a thing he could forgive himself for doing to Eulalie. But he could forgive a little bit of greed in gentler places. The hand on her breast pushing her back until his lips could brush the corner of her mouth. Searching to see if she would welcome him there.

Eulalie Reneux

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Re: Adventure Time
« Reply #19 on: January 14, 2019, 06:11:53 AM »

Fevered skin free of silk skirts, Eulalie pressed against him. Hot skin rubbing... cotton. His damn pants. But his spear was under there. Throbbing with each stroke. Growing damp, from her she was sure. Eulie felt wet all over. Thighs so slick they glided against each other when she squeezed. Less friction for her to rub against so she squeezed the tighter, toes leaving dents in the leather.

Vrai’s hand grew bolder on her thigh. Claiming her hip and the muscle below it in a repetitive motion that made her want to thrust up to him. Into either of his hands. The one steady at her chest or the one making her thigh twitch and tremble. Or was that his spear? Making her want to slide up and part her thighs until it could find its way in. The book bounced again, spine hard on her pelvis. A sliver of pain and a whole lot of pressure to make her arch before she vanished it.

Lips parting as he said her name, Eulie sighed. It was like something from a dream. She always woke from them too warm, hands cupping her companion too tight or too intimately. Women too soft to be Vrai but clung to all the same. And petted to ease the ache in her belly. But there was no one to grab hold of but Vrai. So Eulalie did that too. Clinging and pressing to him, ass sliding over his spear.

She moaned when his hand moved. Fingers helping to tug the bodice of her dress down, shoulders bowing to press her breast into his hand. Nipple already painfully hard to greet him. Eulalie squeezed his hand. Careful not to pinch her own nipple. Her desires did not run to rough caresses but it was hard not to cling to him with all the ferocity of her desire. Letting go of his hand, Eulalie gripped his him instead. Using him for leverage as she tucked her feet under thighs, toes curling under Vrai too.

Like this she could lift her body along his easier. Heels bounced against as she slid up and down the length of his spear, missing his hand in her skirts until it was not. A startled cry, hips and shoulders thrusting toward his hands. Eulalie’s breathing went from heavy to shuddering, eyes closed, thumb hooking the waistband of his trousers to try and tug them down. Quivering her knees parted. Yes. Yes. Eulie let go of his thigh to press his wrist. Down into the wet heat.

Eulalie tried to tell him. Yes. Please. There. But all she could to was shudder and sigh and turn toward the lips that brushed the corner of her mouth. Eyes open now, Eulie looked at him, a soft cry, just a little sound, like dismay, or longing. The culmination of a thing long sought but never expected. And then she kissed him, lips soft, teeth hard, barriers opening and shields strung over his inner webs.

Hips lifting into his hand. Freeing his spear from the pressure of her backside. And more importantly, the pinning weight of her body from his pants, which she drug low so she could settle hot skin against hot skin. Her fingers fitting over his again. But lower this time. There. There. Her body so very ready her orgasm began the second her curls were parted. Rising like a wave in her. Slow, but high and deadly.

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Re: Adventure Time [cw]
« Reply #20 on: January 14, 2019, 10:34:33 AM »
There wasn’t enough time in the world to look his fill. Suddenly Vrai understood how a room covered in mirrors enhanced the act. He wished he could see the shape of her mouth when she moaned. Did her eyes widen, or flutter shut? He couldn’t tell. Twirling his thumbpad over her tight nipple as she bent to bring it to him faster. Heated body tucking up on itself to get even closer. Toes slipping under his thighs as she worked towards a new method of riding his body.

He could feel but not see her asscheeks bobbing as they struck her own heels. And rolled the length of his spear, base to tip. If his hands had not been busy with Eulalie’s body he would have yanked his pants away. But he was not sorry for the barrier. He would have long embarrassed himself without a bit of fabric to dull the sensation.

Eulalie’s surprise nearly unsettled him. Sound rippling down his spine and spreading heat under his ballsack. Speartip on fire as it touched cool air. She had yanked the waistband of his pants down an inch. But the cry made him nervous. Fingers flinching away until she caught his wrist. Drawing him back. More space now as she thrust her knees wide.

That was all the evidence and permission Vrai needed. Hand lowering to her pelvis again. Hovering instead of delving. Because she had made a pretty sound. Face tipping towards his. Eyes locked instead of closing. Lips parting at the same time as her barriers. Vrai spread his wide in return. Savoring the taste along the edges of her teeth. Tongue tentative as it traced a lip. How many times had he imagined this moment? A kiss with his Lady. A real kiss at all.

It was, in a way, his first. The first kiss he had ever given because he wanted the sensation. Like a mask across his face his eyes and cheeks burned hot. Hips riding up to follow her warmth as it lifted away. With a final suck on her bottom lip he buried his face to her neck. Spear freed with a long groan as he stroked on every part of her it touched. Wet heat as it shoved between her thighs. He could feel the head of it on the heel of his hand as he went back to exploring her cunt. This was the part they had prepared him for. How to touch to bring pleasure. What parts were vulnerable to particular pressures. He did not try to fill Eulalie. Not with spear or fingers. Just parted her slick lips. Three fingers working in tandem. Two on either side of the middle. Holding curls and plump skin out of the way so he could press circles into her clit. Breast stroked too, hands calloused by whip wielding and old leather books. A handful, with his thumb to tease the tip. Lips sucking soft kisses on her throat and down her shoulder.

He could feel it in them both. Impossible pressure. So he rubbed them both. Turning his hand to grind its heel at her point of pleasure so his fingertips could graze his pounding cock. So good it almost hurt. Balls drawing in so tight he was sure they had snuck up into his soul. He left her breast alone to turn her face back to his. More kissing. He wanted more kissing. Mouth urgent but kind. Lips working over lips and tongue peeking between her teeth. Wanting to dance with hers while he gasped and clenched and tried to fight the orgasm that ripped down through his navel and up out of his spear. No ropes of ejaculation for Vrai. Only the one testis could give something to spill, and even that was deadened by years of brews. A hot spoonful of salt on her thigh while he turned the ecstasy to sound and moaned into her ear.

Eulalie Reneux

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Re: Adventure Time [cw]
« Reply #21 on: January 14, 2019, 09:00:38 PM »

She’d frightened him, hesitation turning to fear as he pulled his hand away. Eulalie couldn’t let him, fingers catching his wrist and bringing him hand back down. Not pain or fear or disgust. Just surprise. Surprise and a desire so insurmountable Eulalie couldn’t stand it. It made her muscles tight. Stomach and nipples both hard stones. Thighs trembling as his fingers settled in her curls.

Swept them away so he could circle her clit with his fingers. Mouth open beneath his, Eulalie moaned, tongue darting toward his. Tracing the curve of his upper lip as he sucked her bottom one. Exploring the depths of his desire while exposing her own. Not too deep. Eulalie didn’t want to look or think too hard. She wanted to feel. The fingers that had never so much as held her hand, but had imposed her punishments, caressing her now toward climax.

Thumb rolling her nipple, mouth burying a moan into her neck. His spear freed to really feel her flesh. And be felt. Fiery silk across her ass and between her thighs. Sliding through her wet curls until Eulalie was riding it without taking an inch. She whimpered, head falling limp against his shoulder. Her hands slid up from his wrist, the other holding tight to his thigh. Careful not to draw the tooth from beneath her nail, or press to hard against his webs.

She focused on the slick length of his spear gliding between her thighs. On the way his fingertips slid away, and the hard heel of his hand replaced them. Eulalie ground herself into his hand. Up and down his spear. Groaned when he let go of her breast. Nipple aching without him touching it. Hand cupping her face instead, turning her toward him. Lips insistent. Warm, soft. Drier than she’d imagined. But his kisses were nice.

Gentle without being passive. Driving her faster along the length of his spear and harder into his hand. Drawing her tight like a hunter’s bow. Climax on the tip of his tongue as he ran it along her own. Eulalie sucked it, capturing it between her tongue and the roof of her mouth. Nails curling into his thigh as she spasmed. Gasping, throwing shields a moment too late, but not completely. Bookcases and mirrors rattling, but nothing broke. Just vibrated with her orgasm, Vrai’s moan in her ear, echoing like the hot pleasure he spilled on her thigh. Warmer and more forceful than her own.

Letting go of his arm, Eulalie reached down. Hips still rocking. Rocking and rocking as all her muscles trembled. Her hands trembled. Fingers cupping his spear and her cunt. Palm filling with heat. ”Shit.” She gasped, body shaking against him. Unhooking her claws from his thigh and soothing the skin she’d bruised. ”Aha.” A laugh? A moan? Eulie didn’t know, face turning into his shoulder and kissing the muscle covered bone there. Shirt rough under her lips. Her thumb circled the tip of his spear, cleaning away a remaining drop of sticky fluid. The rest of it coated in her own slickness.

Now what? She wondered, pulling out of his barriers carefully.

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Re: Adventure Time [cw]
« Reply #22 on: January 15, 2019, 01:03:53 AM »

If he could have painted this moment in any way he wanted Vrai knew his imagination would never have gone this far. Not even a poor imitation of what was happening now would have filled his head. He had suffered knuckles the size of kumquats to keep from dreaming it. He had wondered anyway.

Not about the heat of her cunt or the firmness of her nipples. Though those were beautiful things too. No. It was the kissing. Lips to his. The taste of her mouth. Vaguely minty as if she’d been drinking spearmint tea. A fresh, crisp rightness that was exactly what he would have expected from Eulalie if he knew to expect it. But he was learning quickly that there was a passion in his Lady he had not known was there. Of its own making, anyway, he had seen her buck and ride before. On nights when stress and abstinence had grown to be burdens in need of relief.

For Vrai it was different. Being the warm body she ground against rather than the stoic supervisor. He thought it must have been different for Eulalie too. None of the battering washes of power to cripple his webs. Shields to protect them, even. Muscles spasming in pleasure. All the little things he tried so well received.

And that kissing. Mother Night he could have lived the rest of his life happy with just that. He had never seen her kiss the slaves, or any man after her Virgin Night was over. Did she kiss Jean? He would have smiled but the feel of her tongue catching his was the final straw. Yank his orgasm from his body.

He bet she did not kiss him. Hoped he was doing well enough in this that she never called the prick again.

Struggling to catch his breath Vrai kissed back hungrily. Tongue sucked until he thought he might reach that cusp a second time. Agonizing bliss in the twitch of his spear. Eulalie spasmed too. Nails in his thigh as she shivered. He didn’t know how she could get wetter. Or why feeling the flood of heat in his lap pleased him so immensely. But she did. And it did. Spear still captive in her lap as she rode it more. Keeping it from softening. Keeping his pleasure from fully ebbing.

Leaning up into her momentum he held her close. She was like a stricken cord. Vibrating with release. Seeping satisfaction. The whole room rumbled with it. Long forgotten vases and statuettes trembling on the bookshelves. Vrai’s muscles shaking loose the tension of being wound tight. Head bending forward he kissed her temple as she finally came to a stop. Smiling at the curse on her pretty lips. He knew what they tasted like now. Knew the shape of their dips and curves.

”It’s alright.” He soothed. Matching her sounds with a smirk. Pleased, more than he deserved probably, with himself. Her satisfaction just filled him to bursting with pride. No matter how small the part he had played was. She must have agreed it was a worthwhile bit though. Rewarding him more with kisses and restless hands. Attention almost painful on his member now. He groaned but didn’t pull away. Let the sting of too much pleasure ripple along his stomach to make his nipples hard again.

While she extracted their tangled psyches Vrai pet her spine. And her side. And her legs. Any part of her he could get to really. ”To bed?” He thought that was the best place to tuck her now. Work and play both quite accomplished for the day. ”I’ll tuck you in. If you like.” Would she let him tuck in beside her? Vrai thought so. It wasn’t a very far walk, either. Once he’d pulled up his pants and helped her back into the sleeves of her dress. Quick, even with her in his arms, giggling down the hallway and avoiding the servants like misbehaving children. Because for Eulalie and Vrai the adventure wouldn’t last well beyond the climax.
 

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