The spears of Askavi [cw]

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Ilithian

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Re: The spears of Askavi
« Reply #15 on: February 11, 2019, 11:59:07 PM »
Pretending she didn’t see his curious gaze was easier than explaining the basket. Mostly because she had no idea what Iridian had put inside. Things she thought would help, Ilithian assumed. Without the slightest inkling as to what would help and even if she had it might not have been what Iridian thought would help. She sucked air in big gulps through her nose. Letting it settle her nerves some. Hardly noticing the steady thrum of calming spell that wrapped around her ankles.

”Short pants.” She answered, pausing in their removal to tell him so. Face turned to glance at him over a shoulder. A wing fanning across her ass to keep it mostly covered until she could stand up straight again. Waiting had been a stupid thing to do. Now it was twice as awkward. Getting naked while he watched. Her stomach clenched as he relaxed in the water. Then gestured for her to join him as if she would not. Now that she was naked running away would just be ridiculous. She didn’t stand a chance of getting her robe on before he would be on her tail again.

And her legs felt like the colorful gelatin they served in the kitchen. Not the sort of things you wanted to run around damp stone with. Good for sliding along the bench though, once she had worked up the nerve. Lorivar was quiet. Nearer his normal self, which was comforting. But she could sense the maleness off him in the background. Prowling without moving at all. Itching to pounce because that was what warriors did. She just didn’t find the familiar tinges of lust as amusing as usual now that she was exposed. 

It felt dangerous. Exciting and frightening at the same time.

Her breath was heavy in the humid air. Nervous rattling in her throat as he followed the line of her arm to find her hip under the water. Skin on skin. Traveling a little higher, fingertips flexing to bring her a little closer. She sat up higher so that she leaned towards him a little more. The smooth tops of her breasts bobbing at the surface. Cleaning the struggles of his day away. ”There.” She whispered to herself. Now he looked like her Lorivar. Thumb tracing his jaw she pressed her lips together tight.

What was he asking? If he looked better? If she felt better? Both? Ilithian didn’t know how to answer so she just nodded. She didn’t fight as he arranged their bodies more to his liking. His touching made the skin behind her knees feel tight. Legs tensing to hard they nearly cramped up as he directed one over his own. Lashes batting back some strong but nameless emotion behind her eyes she covered her face with both hands. Taking deep breaths that seemed to stretch her lungs as he put his mouth on the hard bones of her clavicle. Eyes still shut tight she put her hands on Lorivar instead of over her face. One around his neck and the other on his chest.

His kisses tickled. Not in that way that made you try to wiggle free. The nice sort that made your back arch. She squirmed, not sure about the hand on her thigh but wanting nearer the warm breath he was fanning up her throat. Nipples breaking the surface as she bent to make her neck longer. Forgetting about his hands altogether when the trail of goosebumps he was making reached her mouth. Heart a molten lump in her throat Ilithian darted her tongue out to trace his top lip as he sucked her lower. She shifted closer, pulling up with the arm around his shoulders so she could get his leg under her bum. That way she could close her own. His hand in the way of clamping them tight but the pressure of her thighs meeting was good. And made the fingers so near the root of her pleasure- and her power- a little less intimidating.

A finger was nothing though, she remembered as her knees brushed his other leg. Afraid to find what was between them by accident she crossed her ankles and tried to sit still. Flushing with a fresh wave of doubts that made her pull away from his kissing to bury her face in the hollow of his neck and her arm. She had a strange wanting that felt like a hook against her tailbone. It tugged and made her feel empty. Breasts brushing his chest and feeling fuller than she thought they ever had before. More sensitive, probably because no one had touched them but Ilithian. And there was something immensely more sensual in the unplanned contact than in touching them herself.

Lorivar

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Re: The spears of Askavi
« Reply #16 on: February 17, 2019, 08:06:39 AM »

Short pants. Lor smirked, eyes sliding to the wing she used to cover herself with. Lorivar wondered if it was shyness or playfulness that made her do it. He thought the former from the careful way she slipped into the tub, and the slowness in which she came closer. Slinking along the bench until they were close enough to touch. Wings brushing first until they overlapped each other.

It just wasn’t close enough. Hands urging her quietly closer while she cleaned his face. Eyes slits as he watched her breasts rise above the surface of the water. Fingertips, knuckles, washcloth, all obstructing his view. And the water itself. Dark nipples nothing but shadow beneath the surface. Eyes closing, Lor put the wicked temptation from his sight and let her have her fussing. At least she pet him afterward, jaw easing beneath her touch.

Better she agreed with a nod of her head. Lor smiled and took her at her unspoken word, pulling her into his lap. She didn’t much seem to like it, hands covering her face and thighs tense beneath his. Frowning, Lor put kisses to the sharp bones above her breasts to try and tempt her out of hiding. It worked to an extent, hands settling on him rather than over herself. She tasted good. Like steam and sweat. The smell of her potent in the little hollow above the bone.

Her neck craned beneath his lips. Breasts breaking the surface again. Too far down for Lori to chase the peaks of her nipples his with mouth, but he paused at her jaw to take a look at them. Knuckles brushing along her side and up over her arm. Rumbling, Lor caught her mouth with his, eyes closed again as he drank her down. In his lap, Ilithian moved. Arm tight against his shoulders as she adjusted her position in his lap. Sinking deeper into it...

And closing her legs. Lor pressed his tongue to the roof of his mouth to keep a sigh from escaping. She even crossed her ankles against him before pulling away from his kisses to hide again. Head tipping back, Lor stared at the ceiling, looking for inspiration. All he saw was steam and stone and the joint of Ilithian’s wing in his peripheral. Hands moving to her back, Lor pulled her tight against his chest, flattening her breasts to his chest. Her nipples teasing him.

Turning his head, he breathed into her ear, teeth nibbling at the hard curve. Lips plucking at the lobe. ”I’m not going to hurt you,” Lori promised, only a little sore that he even had to. His spear was mostly sleeping between his thighs anyway. Nothing to he frightened of, unsettled by her reticence Lor assumed. He’d never seen Ilithian afraid of anything. At least not to the point of hiding. ”Come kiss me some more.” Kissing was always good.

And maybe if he had her mouth distracted she wouldn’t notice that he had slid one hand all the way down her back and under her ass. Kneading the muscles there. Fingers dipping into the crease between it and her thighs. Not much of one since she was all bunched up into a protective ball. But Lor kept up his petting until he was skimming the apex of her thighs.

Ilithian

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Re: The spears of Askavi
« Reply #17 on: February 17, 2019, 03:45:42 PM »
Was he annoyed? Ilithian felt Lorivar lean back a bit. Head turned towards the heavens. He often took that stance when rolling his eyes at her. At least this time he didn’t put his hands on his hips. If he was annoyed, would he leave? Thighs squeezing she tried to find the gumption to hope he would. But that gnawing emptiness at her center had an insistent pull. She didn’t want to frustrate him; didn’t want him to leave.

He didn’t disappoint her, pulling her close when he could have pushed away. She pretended it was for wanting of her, not just wanting to bed her. Because it was was nice. Being half crushed to his chest that way. Though she didn't miss the irony that having her naked body pressed to his would make her feel less exposed. Freeing an arm she turned the hold into a hug. Breathing in the scent of salt still clinging to his neck through the steam and sweat. Even her hair felt heavy.

Between their bodies the points of her breast tingled. His skin warm, and the water too when it lapped at them. Face still carefully turned into his neck she held her breath while he touched his teeth to her ear. It felt good and she pressed towards the sensation. Fondling his deaf ear with one hand and holding the root of a wing with the other. Clinging so he couldn’t unexpectedly part them. ”I know. I’m not scared of that.” She started to explain.

The words died in her throat. Because she didn’t know what to call the feeling that kept her from climbing up his face the way her body ached to do. He gave her another option. More sweet distraction in the flavor of his mouth. Kissing was always good. Swallowing down a nervous lump she traced his lips again. Sucking the lower one until they parted. Tongue venturing across to feel the shape of his front teeth. She worked the joint she had grabbed. Making the wing flex a little and sitting up straighter to reach better. His tongue flitted across the tip of her own. Silky smooth underside explored. She wanted it, she decided, trying to find the right stroke to tempt his over. And sucking at his lip in example.

She strained towards him more to escape some of the pressure of his massaging hand. It felt safer there than it had before. Mistakenly disarmed because it was behind her instead of in front. Humming into his mouth Ilithian turned again. Up higher to kiss him from above instead of below.  It was uncomfortable, twisted that way. Ever move tentative she angled more fully towards Lorivar’s front. A knee on either side of his right leg. Blood coloring her face rudy she buried her face into kissing him again. Trying very hard to think of anything other than the half of her that was above water.  And even harder of the half still below. ”I’m sorry.”

Breaking for a breath she bowed over him, cradling his head so she could pet his hair. Damp from the steam now, much like her own. ”I don’t like… not knowing what to do.” What if she wasn’t what he expected? Not as good as the harem waiting for him on Undavi? The questions swelled up around her. Making her sink down to hide on his shoulder again. But he hadn’t liked that before. So she came back again. To kiss the line of his jaw. And the ear good for keeping secrets. ”But I want to do it. With you.”

She pet him. Shoulders. Chest. Wings. Looking for his mouth again. Testing the suppleness of his lips with her teeth. Nibbling at their corners until a hand grazed one of his nipples. It was tiny and hard against the palm of her hand. She tweaked it with a finger, and gave it a pinch. Curious if his tingled the way hers did. Did her touches make him thrum the way touching hers did?

Lorivar

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Re: The spears of Askavi
« Reply #18 on: February 17, 2019, 09:37:14 PM »

”Good.” He didn’t want her to be afraid of him. Of the things he wanted to do to her. But most virgins had a case of the nerves. It was different from outright fear. He nuzzled her temple, ignoring the way she played with his bad ear. Ilithian had a strange attachment to the damned thing. Lor could feel her fondling it, but not hear the rasp of skin against skin. He suspected that was what she liked best. Its deafness.

His wing was another matter. Slender fingers clinging to the joint. She had him surrounded. Lor didn’t mind, giving over to her clinging arms as he stroked her back and teased her with his mouth. She liked the kissing, sucking at his lips and tracing his teeth with her tongue. Squeezing her hips and ass, Lor licked the underside of her tongue as it trespassed in his mouth, wing twitching as she tightened her hold on it. Finally his spear stirred, stomach knotting over the sensation. He wanted to tuck his wing tight and protect it, and also urge her to pull on it.

Groaning he went on kissing her. Ilithian rocked in his lap. Rising and falling until she was above him, her body angled over his. Lor urged her on with his hands and tongue. Nipping and sucking and licking whatever he could to keep her interest. He felt her breasts slide up his chest until they broke free of the water. Sucking at her tongue, Lor peeked at them, desperate to rain a few kisses on those too. ”For what?” He barked in surprise, pressing into her petting hands, mostly because it meant he could bow his head and suck at her nipple.

The angle awkward. Lor pressed her lower back to get her to thrust them high, tongue tickling the peek past his lips so he could suckle it. They were beautiful. Dark and haughty just like his queen. Lorivar rumbled, releasing her nipple with much regret. ”Don’t be foolish. I’ll show you what to do, and then next time you can tell me about all the ways I was doing it wrong.” He teased. Sighing into her hair, Lor kissed her scalp and stroked her back until she returned for more kissing. Lips teasing his useless ear.

”What? Ilithian you know I can’t hear out of that one.” He laughed, turning into her mouth, hands petting her back. She grew bolder, exploring his body and leaving trails of cold in her wake. His skin prickling and pulling wherever she touched it. Thrusting his tongue into her mouth, Lor teased her, groaning as she tweaked his nipple. His spear hardened, and his fingers brushed the curls hidden between her thighs. Kneading one leg, Lor parted the silky hair with his fingers and gently ran his fingers over the folds hidden beneath them. Softer than softer. It made his stomach tighten.

”Bring this one over too,” he tempted, trying to take the leg she had wedged between his over his left so she straddled his whole lap rather than half of it. Half afraid she would panic and knee him in the balls. His hand went from knee to sides, then up over her breast, palming its weight and stroking the nipple with his thumb. He sucked at her jaw to distract her from his fingers, tongue licking at her neck.

Ilithian

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Re: The spears of Askavi [cw]
« Reply #19 on: February 18, 2019, 12:51:12 AM »
Fingers working a tangle from his hair Ilithian didn’t think about the hand on her tailbone. He pushed and she sat up higher. Nose finding its way to his hair, where he really did have a bit of Petair’s scent lingering on the ends. But there could have been no males left in the world for all she thought about them just then. They might have suddenly become the only two people in existance and she wouldn’t have noticed. Every inch of her was too busy drawing tight. Wishing it could fit into Lorivar’s mouth. Where warm, wet, wonderful things happened.

Gasp small and sharp she blushed; his tongue coaxing her nipple to his mouth made her hips flinch. Rolling forward until she skimmed his abs with her thighs. When he gave it a suck she failed to bite back a moan. Softening the sound into a deep sigh as he teased her flesh. Making the dark umber peak fat. It glistened with his saliva when he came up to speak. And she tightened her grip and hid her face to keep from shoving it back in his mouth. Shame he didn’t have two so she could see how having them both teased at once would feel. He'd have twice as much to say then, though, so she understand Mother Night's design choice.

”It’s not foolish.” She insisted.” And If you do it wrong there might not be a next time.” Ilithian reminded softly. There was a hint of unintentional warning in the words. It wasn’t what she meant- that this time could go critically wrong- but it was a truth on the edges of every virgin’s mind. She only wanted to tease back. If it was a tease at all. Maybe she would find someone to practice on while he was in Undavi. No doubt Lorivar wouldn’t go without. But he already wanted to do it again. And they hadn’t even really started. Had they?

Well. They might have. Giggling in his useless ear she fondled his muscle. Determined, this time, to suck his tongue when his lips parted around her own. The thought must have been on his mind too, because he wasted not a second before spearing it through her teeth. Pinching his nipple she gave it a try. Strange, slippery, and hot. It felt good to attempt to suck it down. Not as good as the ripple of electricity his groaning sent down her spine did, though. That was so nice. Reaffirming. Empowering. She did a thing and Lorivar thought it felt good. Which thing… she wasn’t sure. But he sounded pleased.

Hands curling she tucked them between their bodies. Right under their chins. Eyes clinching shut tight as she held the rest of herself very still. Pretending to think about the kisses while her mind was really between her legs. Fingertips petting tentatively at her center. It pulsed frantically. Faster than her own pounding heart even. Aching terribly on the inside with every stroke. In a place only her own exploring finger had wandered. Lorivar pet the tight curls that hid those secret pleasure points. Ilithian's body rocked of it's own accord into his hand. Clearing her throat she flushed at the unexpected rebellion in her hips.

”Ok.” She agreed, mouth suddenly tacky with dryness to the point her tongue dragged along the word. Her head felt light but the rest of her felt impossibly heavy. Knees especially as she let him pull one over his leg. Spreading her wider. Open. Settling across his lap she felt his spear in the place where her thighs lay over his. It made her curious, and nervous. She wasn’t sure if she wanted to span her fingers down its length or cry. Both seemed appropriate responses. Lorivar, once again, knew just how to turn her thoughts elsewhere.

When he touched her breast this time it was with his hand. Lifting it slightly from her body while he toyed at the tip. That hook in her tailbone dug deeper. Pulling at her groin from the inside. Making her clench muscles that didn’t have names. Every sweep of his thumbpad over her nipple tugging at her cunt. Egged on by the way he tasted her throat. Sucking there when she wished he would suck lower. She sat up higher, unpinning the hard shaft of his spear. Hoping he would trail his kisses to her breast again without prompting. Face tipped up she drank in the sensations. One hand feeling its way around the base of his wing again. Muscle there hard in a way that made her inexplicably eager to settle deep in his lap. She didn’t though. But she did reach for it. Petting her own curls before turning her palm to find his bellybutton. Below it a trail of hair thickened until it reached the base of his spear. Ilithian rested her palm there. Just above it. Trying to feel without feeling. She had seen a hundred dicks. She had never touched one.

So she took her time. Palm flat, running down the crease of his thigh until his spear caught in the crook of her thumb and forefinger. Swallowing her trepidation she took hold of it. Humming with another wave of doubts as she curled her fingers towards her thumb and found they couldn’t quite close around it. ”Has it… you. Ever.” Ilithian licked her lips. What were the words? They got lost on the way up his shaft. Measuring him blindly. Feeling the shape of veins and muscle under silky skin. She had to look now. Peeking down, she sucked her stomach in to make a gap between their bodies. The water twisted whatever view she was hoping for. Tongue ticking on her teeth she looked at his shoulder instead of his face. Such a small question so hard to ask! She had taken entire Provinces and made speeches to crowds numbering in the thousands without preparation. Now she couldn't put together a sentence for one man. He was going to laugh at her. She felt it in her bones and steeled for it. ”Have you ever not fit?” Because there was no way in Hell that thing was going to fit.

Lorivar

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Re: The spears of Askavi [cw]
« Reply #20 on: February 19, 2019, 06:42:09 AM »

Her response was a pleasing one. Ilithian did not flit away from his tongue as she did his fingers. Gasping and sighing she leaned into it. Thighs brushing against his stomach as she pressed closer. Lor sucked, rolling the hardening nipple between his lips, curious to see how much of her breasts he could fit into his mouth. How hard he could suck before her pleasure turned painful. How close her thighs would get the more he nibbled. He pet them, for being so good and near.

”That’s critical of you, my virgin queen.” Lor smiled against her shoulder. Now that he’d let go of her breast she was back to hiding. And scolding. Always fussing at him for something or another. Lor thought she just liked bossing and flashing her craft around. He didn’t mind. He liked it too, especially when he got to stand smugly behind her while she harangued some other luckless male.

Not wanting the pleasure she’d experienced to wan, Lor didn’t give her much time for thinking before he pressed forward. This time he harassed her mouth with his own, breasts back beneath the water and out of the reach of his tongue. A tongue which Ilithian sucked greedily. He felt his stomach grow tight, tension spreading to his thighs and blood pooling in his spear. Just as good as the fingers she fit around his nipple to torment him with.

Riding the wave of pleasure, Lor tried to use her distracted kissing to pet more intimate places. Ilithian noticed however, hands like a wall between their bodies she grew distracted from his distraction. But she didn’t run away. Curls soft under his fingers, skin softer as she rocked against his hand. Lor inhaled sharply, spear jerking to life with excitement. He needed more, but he needed her thighs open if he was going to ensure it was comfortable. Some women liked it with their thighs pressed tight. Lor didn’t think he needed anymore tightness to deal with when tempting a virgin as stubborn as Ilithian to the spear.

Thank you, than you, thank you, Lor thought fervently. Knee sliding over his hip, thighs settling over his. She trapped his spear between their bodies but the weight was welcome. Very welcome. Blood pounding hard at his pulse points. Thumb and spear especially. Lor took a breast in hand, cupping its fullness and working her nipple with his thumb. Ilithian liked that too. Body rising toward the sensation. Lorivar could feel his own excitement like a coil in his gut. Something he had to restrain and remind of patience.

Harder to do with her hands exploring. Lor pinched her nipple gently, stomach quivering with eagerness, spear brushing against her thigh with it as well. He kissed lower, since she offered them so nicely, taking his time to look before flicking a tongue over her nipple. Breathing hard, Lor flicked and lapped without sucking, his fingers sliding deeper between her thighs. Parting curls, and then lips. He found the hard pearl of her clit and rubbed it with his fingers as he sucked her nipple into his mouth.

Movements synchronized and then stuttering as she wrapped her fingers around his spear. Lor paused to listen, and then kept going, trying to distract her from that too by sweeping his fingers down her cunt, fingers dipping into the shallow pool without penetrating. He pulled the other breast toward him and licked that too, trying not to laugh and groaning instead. Fuck. ”Not once.” Not the time to have his ego stroked over the size of his spear, not when it was frightening her. ”Not once, Ili it will fit, I promise.” She was made for it. Slurping the valley between her breasts, Lor went back to rubbing her clit, desperately wishing she would stroke him back before he died.

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Re: The spears of Askavi [cw]
« Reply #21 on: February 20, 2019, 01:32:59 AM »
It moved! Ilithian felt it straining under her leg. Twitching in a way that couldn’t be blamed on his beating pulse. She hadn’t know they could do that. Erections seemed so rigid, like the shaft of the spears they were equated to. Made for piercing. Tools that could be useful, or dangerous. Too often both. But under leg Lorivar’s was warm, the skin smooth and the shape oddly pleasing. Her mind knew it was dangerous, but her body wiggled to gauge its girth. Until fingers at her breast coaxed her into sitting up enough that his jumping spear could escape.

Through their pressed bodies she could feel Lorivar’s actual pulse too. As wild as her own. Maybe it wasn’t just the newness and doubt that did it then. Maybe the quickness of her pulse was part of the lust. The healer’s brew dampened the nerves, but not the clawing neediness his tugging fingers stirred. Rising high with his pinching she inhaled deeply and let it out in a rush. The opposite of gasp as his roaming mouth got close to her nipple again. Having felt it once now her breast knew they wanted it again. Toes curling with the strain of leaning up as far as her body could go without actually arching into him. The licking was even better than the sucking had been. Soft whimpers in the back of her throat Ilithian leaned down to lick back. Tracing the shape of his ear, catching the lobe between her teeth. It slipped free as she clenched internally against another new feeling.

Fingers dipping into the crease of her sex. Gliding over delicate places. In search of one in particular. Sucked and rubbed in tandem so that hot jolts shot from both points. Tying together and knotting at her navel. A shudder ran down her spine. Almost painful in the hard rush of pleasure it evoked. Ilithian mewled at him in something equivalent to frustration. One knee temping to climb high up his side. It was good. Very good. Too good. But not enough. In her core a hollow need wrapped around nothing. Muscles clenching for something to clench at.

Ilithian knew what it wanted. Gave an exploratory pet down his body for it. And found not the promised spear but a Darkness damned club. Lorivar ignored her question at first. She was half glad. The answer wasn’t important, anyway, he had already decided to stick it in her. So if there were women it had not fit in, she probably didn’t want to know. He likely wouldn’t have been honest anyway. The curl of her eyebrows when she looked down at him suggested as much. When he did pop her nipple free the response came with a graze over more untouched places. Hips hungry they lurched at him. Eyes closing she tried to judge his size by running her hand up to the tip. Surprised to find it was less firm than the base. Fleshy with a bit of bounce when she gave it a squeeze.

Low in her pelvis Ili felt a wet heat building. Thighs parting a bit more as Lorivar went back to petting her between them. For a long minute she was still. Enjoying the tease of his fingers as they passed over the best spot then rubbed it from the side. It made her knees spasm when he skimmed it, and her grip tighten. Spear tip caught between her thumb and the side of her hand. Held as if she would pluck it from his body. But she only stroked down towards the base again. The gap in her hand pretending at cuntness. He was a liar, she decided. It was not going to fit. He would just make her fit it.

And she ached at the thought. With a hungry sort of pain. Hand stroking again from root to tip. This time she explored a bit more boldly. Soft tip thicker than the rest. If she rubbed towards the tiny slit at the very top the skin covered it again. She teased the slit with the side of her thumb pad. Listening to the way it changed his breathing when she touched and stroked. There was more than just the spear to feel too. Catching his head in the crook of her other elbow she held him still for kissing. Another try at his tongue while she felt lower down his body. Palming the skin around his balls. Feeling for a testis through the sack. Her nose wrinkled, because it was wrinkled. His skin, not his actual ball, though she supposed with half a dozen babies at home there might not have been much left in them.

Would it hurt if she pinched one? Ilithian gave a slow tug at the captured testicle. When she tried to suck his tongue again she found she couldn’t. Too short of breath. They came out raw and ragged. She realized the tension in her spine was from the crest of a building orgasm and hid again. Jerking towards his fingers so they hit the edge of her clit at just the right spot. Moaning into the crook of his neck and shoulder. Hair clinging to both of them in the damp air. It was strange and embarrassing to be so close to a climax with Lori there to watch. To be the one slicking through her curls and rubbing her to that point. She wasn’t sure she should even have one yet. Maybe she had been fighting for too long, because she fought this too. Backing down at the last second and pulling her hips away without untucking her face. ”Not yet.” She growled at him. Not… alone. She wanted him to come too, to be distracted with his own pleasure. But it might have been to late.

Lorivar

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Re: The spears of Askavi [cw]
« Reply #22 on: March 24, 2019, 06:31:12 AM »

Lorivar forgot that there was an Eyrie full of people surrounding them. Forgot anything existed outside the sphere of stone and hot water. He was all nostrils and tongue. Scent and taste mingling until her could not tell them apart. All a whole. All Ilithian. She was salty freshness. Sweat and perfumed skin. He could have drowned in the valley between her breasts. Her scent was potent there. Caught by skin and clothing. A secret place. But he could not bring her much pleasure lapping the soft flesh there.

He was skin too. All the places their bodied met, which was not enough. Spear caught, crushed, and released. Ilithian rose up his body without touching it. Higher so he could fit her breasts in his mouth. Press her nipple flat beneath his tongue. Higher too, though she did not know this, so he could slide his fingers between the iron silk of her thighs and part damp curls and slick flesh. A thing she liked enough to bite his ear. Breath felt rather than heard.

Yes. He was skin too. Pulled tight and flinching from spear tip to scalp. He held tighter to himself. Lorivar had to remember to he cautious and careful. This was a duty and not a pleasure. Or not just a pleasure. He hid a smile in the side of her breast as she complained at him and moved his free hand to thigh, to help balance her seeking leg. Her body was ready. Legs eager to wrap around him. Fingers doing just that. Good until it was impossible. A stuttering conversation over the size of his spear. Lor dare a look at her, the arch of her brow a condemnation.

He tried to smile in reassurance, but it was a feeble thing. Lips tucked between his teeth, he bent his face back to her breast, distracting her as she tormented him. Squeezing his spear until it tried flinching away from the pressure, making him hiss around her nipple. Ilithian eased up and did as he had hoped. Testing the length with her hand. Lorivar squeezed her thigh and used it to pull her closer, and wider. Wished he could feel the dampness of her body the wetness of the water to interfere.  Smell it. Taste it.

Groaning, he buried his face into her breast and thrust into her hand. Curious woman. She explored him tip to balls until his head was pounding from lack of blood and too much focus. He took his frustration out on her breasts, and then her mouth when she tipped his head back for kissing. Tongue and fingers plunging in together. Just one while he kept her clit well occupied with his thumb. Gentler than his tongue, but just barely. Ass and thighs clenched to keep from mimicking the motion with his spear. She liked it, sucking his tongue weakly until she didn’t like it anymore andjerked away. Tweaking his ball and then withdrawing.

”Ili!” He whined. Not yet! Not yet! Fucking woman! Lorivar bit his tongue. His tongue. Kissing the spot dead center of her nipples, Lor caught her. Hands strong just under her arms. Wrapped tight over her ribs he lifted her up. The edge of the bath was wide. Wide enough at the corner he thought. ”No bossing.” He grumbled, setting her ass on the edge of it. He gave her shoulder a push and pulled at her hip, wedging his shoulders down under her thighs. He didn’t give her time to think. If she thought he would fight like she fought everything else. So there was no teasing. No lead up or preparation. Just his mouth over her cunt. Giving as much as he could fit into his mouth a hard suck before slipping his tongue over her clit and down into her cunt. In and in until he was sure he could taste her soul.

The sigh he heaved against her thigh was content. ”So good.” He mumbled before attacking her clit with quick flicks of his tongue, hand sneaking up from beneath, to really part her. Lorivar tasted her again. Tongue lapping the length of her cunt before going back to work. He added sucking in this time, to distract her from the fingers he slipped in. Two this time, to gently stroke her from the inside in tandem with his tongue. His other hand kneaded her upper thigh and hip. Body free to thrust his own pleasure uselessly in the water now that there wasn’t a virgin to frighten with his excited humping.

Pulling her clit tight in his mouth, Lori pressed in on her barriers gently. He wanted in. To spin a shield over her inner webs and to share with her the delicious heat of her taste. And the drawn tight heat in his testes.

Ilithian

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Re: The spears of Askavi [cw]
« Reply #23 on: March 28, 2019, 01:33:06 AM »
It was like coming up for air after too long underwater. Fighting the sensation back down before it could crest. Ilithian shivered against Lorivar. Body calming as the tide of threatened climax eased. Gulping a burning lungful of air because she had accidentally held her breath. Her skin felt too warm, face burning most of all. Doubly so as he fussed at her for pulling away. She had curled her toes so hard they felt cramped. Once he took his finger back she realized it had been inside of her. Too caught up with his tugging tongue and rolling thumb to really pay attention before.

Now she felt it though. That empty ache turned painful. A tight throb at her core. Clitoris buzzing. So sensitive that just sitting in the water made her tingle. She thought if he touched her again just then she would scream. But his hands had both moved on. Up. Gripping her under the arms like a child. Lifting her as easily as if she were one. Baffled for a moment she struggled to cling to him. Where was he putting her? The stones had soaked in the heat of the water, and its humidity too. A soft squelch cutting through the room as her wet asscheeks met the tiles along the tub’s edge. ”You no bossing!” She argued before he tipped her back. Knees falling open as she tried to catch her balance.

Her wings slipped around the wet stones while she tried to keep from falling back and crushing them. Weight barely caught on one elbow before he bowled her over again. This time with only the touch of his mouth. A hot breath in an unexpected place the only warning she had before his head was planted firmly between her thighs. Ilithian was too surprised to react at all. Body going still as his quick suck gave way to a plunging tongue. She had to lay back so that both hands were free to clap over her mouth. There was no noise to muffle, just the clicking of her throat as she tried to remember how breathing was done. Eyes rolling shut and hips jerking she felt every inch of her skin prickle in answer to his seeking mouth. A rush of heat and wetness she couldn’t blame on the bath slickened his probing.

He said words that made her whimper. Then did things that made her grip his hair. Not sure if she was trying to pull him of or into her. She twitched and flinched. Every fick of his tongue too good to stand. It was crazy, a small voice laughed in the back of her head, she wanted to cry and to drive his tongue at her clit harder. To kick him off and rub it herself until the muscles in her thighs turned to liquid. She could feel the inside of her hips jittering and her blood pulsing against his lips. That gaping hollowness clenching with her asscheeks. Her fingers had gone from clawing his scalp to petting it somewhere along the way. Their fleshy pads pressing to the contours of his head as she gave in to the rise of pleasure this time.

Shifting on the stones she tried to lay more comfortably as he spread her wider. The fingers he exposed her with slowly turning to ease into her body. Sucking her bottom lip Ilithian helped with the distraction. One hand hooking around his ear to trace its folds, the other reaching up to palm a breast. Pushing it aside so the gap between them was a valley she could peek down to see his face. Or what wasn't hidden in the creases of her cunt, anyway. Her moans were more like groans, pried out with every wiggle of the fingers he had filled her with. Ilithian tried not to worry about how tight it felt, just those two fingers. Focusing instead on the thrumming build of another orgasm starting in the base of her spine. Lorivar brushed their psychees together, looking for another sort of entry. One Ilithian found easier to fold against.

If she had to describe it she would compare it to flying for the first time. Seeing the world from an entirely new perspective. Opening yourself to a thousand new sensations all at once. Except the world was her body, and Lorivar’s too. The same but different. Tangled comfortably together. Pleasure radiating from one to the other- both within the others grasp. She could smell the sharp tange of her own arousal through his senses. Feel the way it coiled his blood. And all the places her nails had scratched. Could show him the trepidation rooting in the pit of her stomach. And the tongue triggered quaking in her pelvis, too. ”Lori…”

More. Less. She could feel her head spinning with it. Hand trailing down the back of his head to his neck, down his shoulders to the blades between them she gave his wing joint a tug. Holding him in place with thighs that locked around his head as her toes curled around the tub’s perimeter. Ilithian held her breath again, the small of her back bowing up and her wings bruising on the floor as she came. Hissing his name the whole time. Tension and frustration leaving her in the same short gush that flowed around and between his working fingers. Hot and thick where it pooled against her ass. Eyes closed she let her legs fall open again so he could breath too, petting the arch of the wing she had tried pulling off with apologetic strokes.

The relief didn’t last long. It was a good orgasm, because she wasn’t sure there was any other sort. But it wasn’t deep. Didn’t come from the place he had stirred into aching with his fingers. Ili sat up, knees touching as she rested the soles of her feet on Lorivar’s arms. Could he feel what she was thinking while he was buried so deep behind her barriers? She asked with her eyes instead of her mouth. Bobbing back into the water so she could kiss him and taste herself first hand. She hoped he could, even if it meant he saw all the awkward, private thoughts she would rather he not see. Because thinking he should fuck her now was a lot easier than asking him to.

Lorivar

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Re: The spears of Askavi [cw]
« Reply #24 on: March 29, 2019, 06:40:03 AM »

Lor ignored her reactions. Every one noticed, catalogued, and ignored. Her stillness was fine. Made it easier for him to get to work. The taste of her sliding down his tongue and the back of his throat while he drowned in her scent. She went limp, body flat against the stones, surprise slowly turning to tension. He could feel it sliding up her thighs just before she started pulling his hair.

Fingers like claws, hands like vices. Lorivar ignored the pain, smiling between the folds of her cunt and aiming to make her pull more. At least she wasn’t hitting him or running away. And she tasted so damn good. The center of her body quicker to respond than the rest. There was no tension there, only slick warmth that welcomed him. Hot and wet, it only got hotter and wetter. It spread to the rest of her. Fingers turning soft in his hair as she relaxed into the sensation. Gave over to his tongue.

And his fingers. That made her restless, her hand moving to his ear, the other one vanishing completely. Lorivar glanced up to find her glancing down, cheeks lifting up in a smile, he sucked her clit between his teeth teasingly. He thought, if she could stand to look, she would welcome him. Ready to really experience what could lay between them. Lorivar was ready too. Had been for years. And he wasn’t wrong. Ilithian let him in, and Lor spent the rest of his Red weaving a shield for her inner most web, before joining her for the pleasure.

It was all taste and smell and touch. The not quite smooth texture of her cunt around his fingers. The nerves that shivered as he passed his fingertips over them. Or his tongue. The way the hard suck if her clit drew his balls tight to his body. Spear aching, thrusting at the water. Sometimes caught almost painfully between Lor’s thigh and the side of the tub as he changed position. Kneading hand on Ilithian’s hip mimicking the sort of caress her might have inflicted on himself if he hadn’t been so consumed by her. His queen. Wide open and willing beneath his mouth.

And then clenched tight. Ilithian pulled hard on his wing and crushed his face between her thighs. Lorivar didn’t stop. Just leveraged himself high, shoulders pressing into her thighs so he could sink his fingers deeper. He sucked her clit in and teased it mercilessly with his tongue. Over and over again, the feel of her orgasm growing up around him and making his spear press against his stomach. Lorivar groaned, wings spreading wide and hand pulling her tight against his face. He gave her a couple quick thrusts with his fingers while she clenched tight around him, her climax so sweet it made him want to sink his teeth into her.

And his spear.

Lor moaned as she sat up, body pulling away from him until her knees were a barrier. He rested his chin on them and looked her over. Unabashed by the slickness of his chin. She looked good. Glowy. And like she wanted more. He could feel it. A nameless hunger that saw her sliding into the tub with him. Lorivar welcomed her. Wings spread for balance as she settled along his body. Breasts sliding against him and making his spear bob. Tongue eager to taste herself on his. He kissed her and settled his arms around her, positioning their bodies as he did.

Back to the edge of the tub, ass secure on the seat. Lor kept kissing. Mouth as hungry now as it had been moments before. Ravaging her lips and jaw. Her neck and ear. Hands spreading her thighs over his. ”Wrap your legs around.” He whispered, sucking the skin beneath her earlobe. Lori held her tight. One arm wrapped around her lower back, pulling her close. His other hand beneath her ass cheeks, spreading her wide again, a fingers tracing wetness trapped in the folds of her cunt.

He had to be quick, before the bath washed away the traces of her orgasm. All that helpful lubricant that made the tip of his spear slick. And slicker as he guided himself in. Arm tightening around her as if she were his self control. He couldn’t thrust wildly though he wanted to. Desperate to be buried so deep in her he couldn’t tell them apart. He had to be slow, dipping in and withdrawing. Spreading the wetness down his shaft before sliding deeper. Lor’s jaw clenched tight, teeth bared against her shoulder. Easy, easy, easy. Trying to sense through Ilithian when he was deep enough without being too deep.

But she was so damn tight. And so damn Ilithian, he wanted all the way in. Every inch she had worried about snuck inside of her until she couldn’t tell them apart either. Moaning, Lor leaned into her, trapping her clit between their bodies and pushing his hips up. Up and in, burying them into her thighs. ”Oh fuck.” He groaned, fingers kneading her ribs. ”Oh yes, yes, yes.” Lor nuzzled her neck and rocked into her. Once. And again. And again. Both arms circling her now and holding her tight. Spear barely moving from inside her, but barely was enough, especially with her breasts and clit caught in the friction of their bodies.

Ilithian

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Re: The spears of Askavi [cw]
« Reply #25 on: April 11, 2019, 01:28:32 AM »
Thumb wicking away the wetness from his face Ilithian looked back at Lorivar. Tentatively exploring their connection along the psychic plane now that she could really concentrate. It was not what she had imagined. Intimate and deep but not invasive in the ways she had expected. Lorivar’s feelings, physical and emotional, resonated along the thread, but she couldn’t read his thoughts. Perhaps if hse had sifted through his barriers she might have tried. And she could see the bubbles of memories in the back of his conscious while he ate her with his eyes now that his mouth had done it’s work.

When being on display became too overwhelming she joined him in the water. Between their bodies his spear pulsed, she could feel the ache. Similar to her own, but opposite too. She tipped her face so their lips could meet. Tongue slipping over a flavor that was not his. It was wetter than water, or spit. She sucked it from his lower lip. Groaning in disappointment when he shifted her towards the ledge again. She didn’t want back up. She wanted to climb him instead.

Especially as his mouth pinkened her throat and rose goosebumps across her shoulders. Shivering her nipples into painful little puckers of skin that pressed into his warm chest. Fingers flexing on his shoulders Ilithian pulled up, letting him guide her legs around his hips. Ankles locking over his ass. Somehow it was more revealing than laying there with his face in her cunt. She tingled with a electric sort of anxiety. All the strands of her existence vibrating with alarm. ‘Careful, careful!’ her brain was screaming. While the rest of her was ready to turn inside out and swallow him right up.

Face buried in his neck she whimpered at her fingers. Hips twitching as she tried to catch them, but they only played around the outside. Tickling sensitive flesh. Their small fleshy pads calloused. A complete contrast to the molten silk he touched with next. Instinct said clench. And she did. Eyes, fingers, cunt. Breath ragged even though he did nothing but slip smooth skin against smooth skin. Her thoughts so wild they nearly ran away with her, throwing her towards the shimmering beacon of her Webs. Squeezing her knees at his waist she gasped as the steady pressure turned to penetration.

”Augh.” It was not pain. Just an impossible to describe sort of burning. Not just for Ilithian but for Lorivar too. She could feel the sensation, the throbbing that started at his speartip and shot through his shaft. Could feel him struggling not to bury in her to the root. And tried not to tempt him with the hollow feeling in her stomach that suggested she wouldn’t mind the ache if he tried. Petting at his hair she tried to focus less on the details of what she felt. All the little places that threatened to pinch or pull as he slipped another inch inside. Then out again. An extra added when he gave it back.

Took it away.

Gave more.

Ilithian gripped around it. Muscles quivering at the newness of the feeling. Places her fingers had never reached rubbed against. Places his fingers had never reached spread. Until it was too much, a sharp sting tempting her to flinch away. But his arm and her locked ankles kept them together. The more she relaxed, the more their bodies lay flush. The better it felt. Tracing his jaw with a hand she leaned her cheek against his. Petting the head laid on her shoulder, and the back of is neck too. His wings spread for balance while her own were tucked tight to her body. Laid over his arm, out of the way.

He shifted his weight. She rocked her hips. They slid apart, then deep again. Deeper this time as the angle changed. ”Lor!” It frightened her, held onto a spear she was sure would hurt if it went so far. But it didn’t. It was good instead. She complained against his bad ear anyway. Wordless whimpers as her pelvis wiggled in answer to his rocking. Hips driving the hard muscles of his stomach into her clit until she was panting again. All his idle noises a soft roar in her head while she clung. Trembling around him, and around his spear. Testing the way it felt to squeeze it. Eyes half more curious than her shaking hands which only petted his chest, face and wings in random order.

Peeking between them she watched the flex of his body as he leaned into her then eased once more. Over and over until the slickness was more sweat than bathwater. He was a sight in the throes of pleasure. Babbling on while he tucked his nose to her throat. All sharp reliefs and rolling muscle. Young and handsome. And shoved inside of her. Ilithian loosened her hold around his waist, letting their bodies part enough for a glimpse between them. Squealing she pulled him close again. ”It’s too much.” Him. His spear. The climax building up behind her clit and radiating out. Just out of reach, teasing from her nipples down her spine to her cervix, which begged for bruising. Or was the head of his spear just wishing it could? Not sure which were his desires and which were her own. It was all a meld of pleasure now. From one end to the other.  ”Faster.”

Lorivar

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Re: The spears of Askavi [cw]
« Reply #26 on: April 11, 2019, 06:02:22 AM »

”Shhh.” Lor crooned. Too busy clutching her tight to pet her, he rubbed his face against her instead. His Red holding steady as he tried to be the eye of the storm instead of the cause of it. Face running over her shoulder and neck. Cheek to cheek he stroked and nuzzled while working his way into her body. A delicious tension that parted Ilithian and trapped him tight. Knees strangling his hips. Cunt torturing his spear.

Mouth tracing all the places he’d rubbed his face, Lorivar pressed on. And upward. Slowly rocking his way deeper while Ilithian pet at him. Her hands distracted mayflies that flit about his head and shoulders. He smiled and gave her more. And more, until there was pain. Breathing ragged, Lor sucked on the hard jut of her clavicle, hips still rocking without advancement. He waited for her to relax, hands more insistent on his body, and then he began again.

Deeper this time. His name like a bell toll in his ear. Lor grunted, feeling it like a shock wave through his body. It reminded him of a shield breaking, but this felt so very much. ”It’s good.” He told Ilithian, as if she hadn’t noticed. Pleasure vibrating down both ends of their shared thread. Lor shifted. Ilithian’s hot breath all over his bad ear while he worked on kissing the other side of his neck and fucking her. Toes curling tight as she wiggled closer, arms crushing her to him as he groaned.

”Oh yes.” He promised, easing his death grip so he could have room to move. To really slide from her body and then in again. Feeling every sliver of release as he withdrew, and every once of relief when he was back inside. Ilithian looked down the gap between their bodies. Lorivar did too, nibbling her jaw while he glanced down. Stomach flexing for her, spear gliding between her bodies. It looked good. At least to him. Ilithian, of course, found something to complain about.

”No it’s not.” He promised with a smile, leaving off her shoulder to cover her mouth in kisses. Just a couple, because it was hard to be gentle and her tongue and her not-so-virginity at the same time. Shuddering, Lori sucked her lip and then went back to inhaling the musk behind her ear. His hand slid down to knead the roundness of her ass, fingers dipping lower still to stroke the underside of his spear as it slipped past and into Ilithian. Slicker than slick when it came out again.

”Okay.” His spear twitched. Faster. Trading hip for arm, Lorivar pulled until her back bowed. Nipple tipping up over the water’s surface so he could suck it hard between his lips. He slid to the edge of the seat, supporting her weight with one hand and making sure she didn’t float away with the other. Bracing hard with his heels, he went faster. Hips bucking his spear into her. Arm circling her waist so he could move her too. ”Oh, Ili.” He gasped against her breast before attempting to inhale her nipple again.

Careful not to slam into her. Lor moved a hand to her thigh. Wrist between their bodies so he didn’t bruise her with hip or spear. It allowed him to thrust hard and fast without fear. Reveling in the way she slid on and off his length with such ease. Hot and wet and wanting. ”That’s it.” He purred, feeling everything drawing tight to his navel. She was so good. Lorivar just wished there was a bed so he could show her how deep and how fast he could go without scraping them raw on stone.

But this was more than enough. He’d let go. A hand on either hip, he watched her breasts bounce as he showed her how to ride each of his thrusts. Eyes dipping lower to watch that too. Hands flexing hard, harder. ”Oh fuck.” She was beautiful. More beautiful like this than ever before. Head tipping back, Lor gnashed his teeth together and fit everything he could in her while he came with a muffled shout.

Ilithian

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Re: The spears of Askavi [cw]
« Reply #27 on: May 09, 2019, 01:16:49 AM »
Damn him for being right this time. It wasn’t too much. Even when it was. Ilithian knew now, beyond the shadow of any doubt, why it was called a spear. Penetrating without piercing, an aching buzz coursing from cunt to breast as he filled her over and over. He did all the work while she clung to him desperately. Breath short and sharp anyway. Echoing back at her as he covered her mouth in kisses before tucking back to her ear.

Pressing cheek to cheek she trembled around him. Bodily, as those low muscles flinched and clenched, learning to accommodate this new intrusion. Along her psyche too, barriers reeling against the foreign sensation of two building orgasms. Even her arms trembled around his neck. The cusp of release was so close she could feel it making her teeth itch. Grinding them together she gasped as he gave her what she didn’t know she knew to ask for.

Arching up with knees on his hips for leverage Ilithian reached for the ledge behind her back. Wings snapping wide as he stole her nipple, and what felt like half her soul. Palm on the stone she used that for leverage too. Keeping it from scraping down her wings or spine as he measured exactly how much spear to give on every thrust. Hand clamped around her leg to pull her back to every inch. She butted against his wrist and wished it gone. Heels spurring the backs of his thighs like a faithful old horse until he held her more loosely.

She felt like condensed sensation. A bubble of pleasure waiting to burst. Body aching with the exertion of riding to the edge of climax. It was the sort of sweet agony you got from wiggling a loose tooth or popping a stiff knee. Her own flexing hard now that he only held her by the hips. Her own body providing the momentum as she jerked up until only the very tip of his spear remained inside. Barreling back down to the base where the soft, wet impact of cunt to abdomen sent an electric jolt through her body. Gripping his wing with her free hand she leaned in to rain kisses over his forehead. Eyes following his gaze down.

It was… something. She couldn't watch anymore. Eyes clamped tight as the rest of her contracted to a pin prick of need. He backed her to the wall of the tub. Cursing in victory as he sank into her like a sword in a sheath. The crushing in her center was an odd pain that made her shout too. Petting his hair she slithered a hand between their bodies. Rubbing and panting until she could join him on the other side of satisfaction. ”Ugh, Mother Night I can’t feel my legs.” She laughed, feeling them with kneading fingers to make sure they were still attached. Even the press of her hands was numb. She could only tell that they shook, sending ripples up through the water, which Ilithian was thankful hid the mess she would have made otherwise. ”Are you alright?” She soothed with kisses and caresses over his tense shoulders and wet curls.

Lorivar

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Re: The spears of Askavi [cw]
« Reply #28 on: May 28, 2019, 08:36:17 PM »

She was wild and wanton and exquisite when she got past her fear. And it passed swiftly. Pleasure and trust driving it away once they conquered the first hurdle. Barriers breached, and everything but her virginity in tact. Slowly, so she could adjust. Gently so he didn’t fall into mindless fucking.

It was to become very mindful fucking. Ilithian quick to learn. Always sensual but more so now that there were no inhibitions. No need for restraint. Greedy for more until she could have all of him. Bracing herself to ride the length of. Kees to his hips. Hand to edge of the tub. Wings wide and beautiful. Lori drank it in. Every sight and sensation. Grunting and teasing as she grabbed hold of his wings.

Heels urging him onward. Deeper and deeper until they ket with a slap that sent a shudder through them both. Trying to catch her kisses, Lor gave in. Body strung too tight. Queen too good. The sight of her slipping up his spear the undoing of both of them. He apologized, hand too slow to help her catch up, eyes drawn to the way she touched herself. Not a hint of self conscience or remorse. It was murder. And helped to keep his spear hard and eager for her when it would have otherwise flagged.

”You’re alright?” Groaning, he grinned at her laughter, settling her into his lap. It was hard, her trembling legs to his trembling legs, but Lor managed to take them back, seat himself with Ilithian on top on the bench. Wings wide as he leaned back and chased her kissing lips and petting fingers. ”I’m fine you wonderful woman.” He stroked her back and rubbed a leg, smirking at the way the muscles spasmed.

Nibbling her neck, Lorivar waited for his body to relax. Hands stealing up her spine and under her knees. ”Come on. I want to bed you properly. In a bed.” Water wicked from their bodies as they walked, Lor sucked her earlobe and massaged her thigh. ”Not too sore, I hope?” His tongue ready to kiss away any aches she might of had for as long as she liked.

 

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