An Actual Door to Knock On [cw]

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Kirsi

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Re: An Actual Door to Knock On
« Reply #15 on: February 11, 2019, 11:17:42 AM »

”I could get a new bed.” She challenged. Peregrine had been doubtful of the things integrity anyway. Bolstered by a few new braces he’d beaten in with a worn hammer it didn’t even squeak. Kirsi thought it was fine, the mattress was losing its mustiness, too. Eyes on her work, she listened to his reasons. He had more than she did for her staying. Though being in a place he was not welcome tempted her, Kirsi knew it would just cause more problems.

”Fine. I’ll stay. And you’ll keep away from my neighbors.” She didn’t need him prying more into her business than he already did. As bad as the sjef, really. At least Arkyn hadn’t tried to boss her any, unlike Peregrine who had a comment for everything. She missed her solitude sometimes, but not the emptiness of her existence. The hope hurt, but it was a good sort of piercing. Believing again that she would find her son instead of waiting to die without him.

Kirsi snorted. ”And maybe its my great, big, Jewels.” Probably it was nothing but a sjef’s nosiness and a warlord princes’s drive to protect. For all Kirsi knew, he stuck his Summer-sky down every woman’s shirt. An amusing thought. It made her more forgiving of Starling. ”You needn’t. I know I’m the better healer.” She didn’t have the same sort of learning Starling did. The girl had been apprenticed properly, Kirsi just found something lacking in her methods.

It was hard, this starting over. Introducing herself to him again. She had been so bold the first time. Something about him had promised her she wouldn’t find rejection if she slipped her hand in his and told him her name. Glowing and stupid with her Offering. Her Red had been like a second pulse in her body making her feel invincible. Now it was an old friend, and they both knew they had limits. Both more and less than what she’d been the first time. Peregrine supplied the more. Things Kirsi forgot. She did weave webs. And she had survived. ”Yes, those too.” She agreed, dipping away from his thumb before it could find the imperfection in her jaw.

All her half hidden secrets. Peregrine was greedy to find them. Questions and hands seeking to puzzle her out. She wanted him to know, and yet didn’t. They had been hers for so long. And knowing them would change how he looked at her. She wasn’t ready yet. She’d just have to remind him there were places he could not touch. ”I thought you wanted them. I panicked, I’m sorry.” Terror had driven her a long time. Kirsi was still learning to rise above it and think instead of panic. But it was hard. Mostly she wanted to flee and hide and stay that way.

But she couldn’t raise a son that way. Or even find him. Time had proven that. This time she would do better. She would stay. And think. And lean in. Mouth opening so Peregrine could have her lips and she could have his. Tracing the dry edges he’d chewed on with her tongue before slipping it between his teeth to tease the length of his own. Pressing her breasts into his chest. Or at least the nearest one. Too far to turn all the way in, the other brushed against him, nipple hard and aching.

”A trick?” Her words were caught at the corner of his mouth. She kissed him there before sucking his lower lip and slipping from his thigh to his lap, so she could straddle him. Feel him properly against her body. ”Alright.” She couldn’t remember the last time she’d had a drink, but Kirsi knew exactly the last time she’d had sex.

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Re: An Actual Door to Knock On
« Reply #16 on: February 11, 2019, 08:26:28 PM »
Kirsi turned her face from his stroking hand. And he thought for a minute she wanted to climb right out of his lap. Could almost see the thought in her head before she settled on staying. Or just gave in. He didn’t want to dwell on which. But he was worried. That his Jewels and his temper and all the thing that made the rest want to use him made Kirsi afraid to say no. She had watched his anger manifest into the rising of a dragon. Coincidence or not. Pug could barely stand in front of him out of fear. What was to stop a woman like Kirsi who had suffered Darkness knows what from being that scared too?

He didn’t know. Maybe he would always doubt the motivations of the people he met. But maybe he could show her slowly. Over years, if that was what it took, that she didn’t have to live that way anymore. Couldn’t disobey a man that didn’t plan to cage her or treat her like an animal that wasn’t well enough trained. Time was on their side. They were young still. If he was gentle when she didn’t say no she might have the courage to say it if she ever needed to. For now he had to trust the hands that rested on his shoulders before gliding in for a kiss. ”I’m sorry too.” He wasn’t specific about what since there were probably a lot of reasons he should be. She could just count it as a catch all apology. Getting along was hard when you didn’t much deal with people.

This, this they were good at though. Warm lips moistening his own. He grinned around the tip of her tongue. Letting her take the measure of his own while he suckled at her bottom lip. Holding her close when she nestled into his body. They still fit together like magic. A nipple growing hard against his chest as she flit as flush as their bodies could get. He caught the far breast with his palm. Letting it brush as it wanted into the flat surface.

Kneading at the soft swell he smiled into her words. Letting her go so she could get more comfortable in his lap. Knees spread so she could balance while she did. And then had no room to rest her knees once she settled. That way she was deep in his lap instead of perching on top of it. Along his thigh his spear flinched awake. Happy for attention finally. Peregrine looped his arm around her waist, hand splaying on the low end of her spine. Hovering at her asscheeks. The other wrapped around a tall bottle. The top unscrewed with craft while he set it on the table beside them. Another, much smaller bottle appearing in it stead. ”There’s this healer down in LT that brews this up. Works like you wouldn’t believe. I hadn’t been drunk since I made my Offering until she gave me this.”

Rather than pour it in he gave the bottle to Kirsi. ”You just mix into the drink. Like an alcoholic booster.” He thought, as a healer, she would want to inspect it before giving it a try. Plus she was a paranoid kitten. No reason to make her uptight when he wanted to relax. While she played with the bottle he did a bit of leaning in of his own. Skimming his tongue from her collarbone to her ear. Lobe slipping through his teeth. Pinched and flicked before he sucked it pink and let it free with a pop. "Hold on. I'm going to take this off." He told her. Shifting them a bit so he could slip the buttons down the front of his shirt free.

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Re: An Actual Door to Knock On
« Reply #17 on: February 12, 2019, 09:16:06 PM »

Mother Night he felt so good. Strong, and a dozen other things she didn’t have names for, just felt. All of them good. Kirsi moaned, leaning into his hand. Not enough beneath the fabric of her dress to dull the sensation. Tongue tingling as she drew it back across his teeth, lips swollen and sensitive from his sucking.

She folded herself closer. Heat running from all the places he touched to deep in her center. Peregrine shifted so she could fit across his lap, and then deep into it. So deep she could feel his spear stirring to wakefulness. Kirsi sighed, rocking deeper between his thighs so she could rub against it. She watched him spin the bottle open, lips wet, breathing shallow. ”Clever.” She took the smaller bottle from him, ignoring the spike of curiosity it roused.

Peregrine likely knew a lot of people.

”Mmm.” Blue eyes narrowing, Kirsi turned the brew in her hand. She could feel the underlying hints of power within it. Soft and feminine, with a hint of tall trees. Drawing the stopper out with craft, Kirsi sniffed it, and nearly dropped the bottle as Peregrine leaned in. Hissing, her hand spread and pressed between his shoulder blades, begging for more. It was like a fire, scorching her from earlobe to cunt. ”Fuck.” She whimpered, nails digging into his shirt.

Trembling, she leaned back, ass sinking between his thighs. It gave him the room to work his buttons, and Kirsi a chance to pour one bottle into the other. She spilled a drop, distracted by the flesh Peregrine’s fingers exposed. That damned belly button. The healer had done a terrible job with it. Licking a pearlescent drop from her wrist, she vanished the smaller bottle and drank from the larger. It burn her too, all the way down. Nose wrinkling, Kirsi coughed and handed him the bottle.

”Shit’s terrible.” She wheezed, hands spreading his shirt open hungrily. Stroking the muscles along his side and stomach, she let him get a drink in before sliding her lips across his again. Tongue tasting the alcohol he’d consumed, thumb dipping around his navel. ”This is nice though.” Better than the first and second time. He’d filled out in the years since the first, and Kirsi knew she could expect an ever better time since the second.

Borrowing the bottle from him, Kirsi took another drink before helping him to finish shedding his shirt. Hands tracing skin as she slid it off his shoulders and down his arms. Fingers circling a wrist and sneaking between the gaps of his own as she pushed his shirt off. Body pressed flush to his against. She tasted the shadow along his jaw and the pulse at his neck, grinding into his lap as she tried to find some relief for all the fires he’d ignited in her body. Forgetting to be sad or angry or hurt in favor of this.

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Re: An Actual Door to Knock On
« Reply #18 on: February 13, 2019, 10:12:32 AM »
Sucking in a hiss of pleasure Peregrine pinched her nipple through the fabric before letting go. Clinging arm heavy around Kirsi’s hips to encourage the way she ground at his spear. Thighs pressing over the tip and half up his shaft with ever roll of her hips. Tempting it to stand at attention twice as fast. A gritty rumble rose out of Peregrine’s chest. He was pretty sure she wanted it quick and dirty like last time. While the small metal lid to his bottle worked free he grinned. He had no intentions of rushing through. The climax would be worth the wait. They always were.

Or maybe she always greeted sex with near desperate enthusiasm. Couldn’t fault her for that. If her husband was half as bad as Peregrine suspected he probably hadn’t done much to satisfy her needs. She might have had a lot of missed pleasure to catch up on. Didn’t really matter, though, he enjoyed her eagerness. Met it with warm lips and chuckles as she almost lost track of the vial when he nibbled her ear. Fingers turning into claws at his back to keep him at it. He obliged, smirking to himself as he answered her rhetorical outburst. ”Oh, we will, Kitten. We will.”

The smile didn’t leave him as she tossed heated glanced down every fresh inch of flesh his parting shirt gave. Pinned between their legs his spear strained for more attention. Wide awake and fully hard now. Ego well stroked by her hungry eyes. Peregrine wasn’t ignorant. He didn’t have the body of a warrior. That made him no less easy to appreciate, though. Athletic when his Jewels could have let him grow lazy. Muscle firm, if a little leaner at the ribs in recent weeks. He sucked his lip while she sucked her wrist. Imagining the places she could put those lips.

Mood unbroken by her gurgling over the strength of the alcohol. Snorting he tipped his head towards his shoulder in a sort of shrug. ”It was cheap.” He was a smuggler not a banker. Good booze was expensive. Effective booze didn’t have to be. Kirsi handed the bottle over. Freeing up her hands to pluck at his ego by smoothing across his body. Greedily tracing the dips and curves of his figure while he took one long gulp at the vodka. It bit back. Scalding a trail of heat down his spine and settling heavily in his stomach. He blinked back the dampness it stirred in his eyes and turned into the kiss she brought. A strange laugh slipping free as he twitched away from her invading thumb. ”That’s ticklish.” He complained with a grin. Lips never fully parting from hers.

Hiking up his hips to keep pressure where he liked it best Peregrine let her work his shirt free. It was cute, the way her eager fingers pulled on his sleeves. Women didn’t often undress him, it was usually the other way around. Skin tight it half prickled with goosebumps as she skimmed him with smooth palms and sharp fingernails. Another long sip from the bottle before he set it aside and Peregrine staked a claim on her hip bones. Thumbs working into their hollows and down towards her thighs. Stroking back up then pressing in and down again. Breath growing ragged as she teased his throat with her mouth. Teeth touching sensitive skin and hips rolling at him again.

He gave a short buck up. ”Come on. Let’s find somewhere to spread out.” Peregrine slid his hands around to cup her ass. Standing and taking her with him. Fingers gripping hard at each cheek. ”By the fire or into your room?” He asked. Ready to lay her down and have a taste. Which reminded him, craft reeling out behind him he snatched the bottle form the table. It hobbled along in the air behind them on a Sapphire thread.

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Re: An Actual Door to Knock On
« Reply #19 on: February 16, 2019, 10:10:18 PM »

His words made the heaviness in her stomach ache. A tremor running up her spine from the heat at her center to prickle between her shoulder blades. Her nipples wanted more pinching, but Kirsi didn’t want to disturb the work his hands were about. Warm skin appearing from beneath his shirt. It stirred memories of him rocking her to orgasm. Hips parting her thighs. She wanted that again.

Her whole body burning. The fire Peregrine stirred was sweet, but the vodka made her throat raw and her nostrils singed. ”I bet it was.” She accused, glancing cutting as he shrugged at her. At least his own drink wiped his grin away, his eyes were damp with the burning. It made her laugh, the sound breathless and lost to his lips. It made his mouth taste like searing heat, she liked it. Like too the way he felt under her hands, even when he was laughing and trying to dip away from her thumb.

Mumbling, she ignored his complaining and continued her explanation. The bottle searing away her worries and his body replacing it with a better interest. She rocked against his spear and helped him from his shirt. Tasting him at the neck and jaw until he was forced to touch her back. Thumbs stroking the heat in her belly. Pressing into the heaviness that made the joint of her thighs throb. Kirsi moaned and pressed into his spear, which was hard and eager against her leg.

”Mkay.” She hiccuped, arms around his neck as he bounced her against his spear before gripping her ass. She spread her legs a little wider for him, kissing the corner of his mouth and sucking at his lip and chin. ”Fire’s closer.” She was restless and eager with the wanting. Tucking her forehead against his temple, she peered over her shoulder at the fire place in the sitting room. Still sparse on furniture and there wasn’t a single rug to warm the bare floor. But Kirsi could fix that.

The spare blankets she kept in her cabinet tumbled out onto the floor in front of the fire. ”There’s a good spot,” she teased, snatching the bottle from the air and wrapping one leg all the way around his waist. She drank once they reached the floor, balancing herself on an elbow as she half sprawled across the blankets. He was right. The alcohol really sang in her blood with the brew added in. The desire was still stronger, however. Stroking his bare chest, Kirsi leaned in to kiss him again, lips wide and demanding.

She kissed him until she felt light headed from lack of air. Hand kneading his arm, thumb catching his nipple and drawing her nail over the peak. Her other slipped between their bodies to tease the hard length along his thigh, fingers sliding down the shaft.

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Re: An Actual Door to Knock On
« Reply #20 on: February 17, 2019, 11:48:57 AM »
Turning into her greedy mouth Peregrine gave her a throaty rumble. Too much like a purr to be a growl. Slightly pained from the way her sucking at his lip made his dick pound. When he stood to carry her into the next room he settled her weight against its length. Nestled hard into the crease of her body and thigh. Knees hanging around his hips as he moved towards the sitting room. ”Alright.” Closer. Because she was in a hurry.

Peregrine’s chuckled. He would just have to satisfy some of that wanting so she could slow down a bit. Without a word he promised her as much. Fingers kneading the firm undersides of her ass. Right where they joined to her thighs. Mouth giving back a bit of her hunger. Teasing her ear again, nose skimming her throat while he aimed for the skin under her jawbone. Distracted only for a second by her pile of blankets. Squeezing gently he stopped short to keep from stepping on them. ”What do you know, there sure is.” Cradling her close he sank to his knees. Careful not to drop her, made easier because she weighed practically nothing.

Laying her back he stayed up, sitting on his heels. Right between her thighs. Palming the center while she drank. Hand working short strokes through her clothes. Up and down a few times while he toed his boots off. Sneaking in a quick sip from the bottle and groaning it down as she came up for another kiss. A long one that made him lean in heavily. Weight on his hands and knees as he grappled to steal her tongue. Sucking at the tip and then at her lip. A grunt of approval sounding between their mouths for the hands she put on his chest and spear.

”Off.” He suggested, tugging at the bodice of her dress once they had parted for air. Both panting now from sharing the same thinning air while their mouths made war. He really wanted all of her clothes off. And so he helped. Moving in for the simple cotton underwear he found under them. Patient but waiting for that first glimpse of freed breasts. They bounced a little as the fabric released them. Hooked into the waistband of her underclothes he tugged them down, only gentle enough to keep them from tearing.

Fitting the bridges of their noses together he rolled his thumb over a pale pink nipple. Feeling it pucker from aroused hardness into an impossibly tight pebble. ”Let me give that cunt a good talking to, then we can take our time working out the rest. Yeah?” He bet she had a nice salty streak.

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Re: An Actual Door to Knock On [cw]
« Reply #21 on: February 17, 2019, 03:47:36 PM »

She worked against his spear. Pressed tight to the place she wanted it, Kirsi panted as his fingers teased her. So close yet not close enough. Skirts and unclothes between them. Pants too, keeping the heat of his spear from warming her further. She wanted more. Heavy breasts pressed into him until her nipples were flat again, Peregrine laughed at her pile of blankets, but made good use of them.

The kneeling was the worst. So slow! So close. His mouth had her on fire. Worse than before. Nose teasing her neck, mouth tormenting her ear until her throat vibrated from moaning. Worse once she was down, she’d been wrong about the kneeling. Peregrine stroked her through her skirts, the pressure of his palm making her hips rock hungrily and her thighs tremble.

Kirsi could barely stand it. Kissing some of the agony out on his mouth. Lips sucked, moans drank. She touched him back. Last time he’d been like this he’d fucked her senseless, dragging her up over his thighs and down the length of his spear. Kirsi wanted it again. That again. Hands and mouth feverish even as she helped him work her dress loose around her shoulders and then up over her head. Air cool on her breasts, nipples hard and long. She touched them, as Peregrine dragged her panties from her body, thighs spread wide in invitation.

Peregrine leaned over her, nose to nose, his fingers took over for hers. Drawing them out harder and longer and tugging a moan up from her stomach. Fingers threading through his hair, Kirsi ran them down his back and then up into his curls again, thigh sliding up his side. ”You’re insane.” She gasped, blushing hard and hot. Kirsi licked at his lips and nodded, thighs spreading wider and hips lifting toward him.

She tried not to clamp her thighs around his ears, but her nails raked his scalp all the same. Body straining toward his tongue like it had his spear. ”Fuck you, Peregrine,” she moaned, ankles hooking around his body and jerking him closer.

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Re: An Actual Door to Knock On [cw]
« Reply #22 on: February 19, 2019, 07:26:47 PM »
Panties were straight forward enough to pull off. Which was good news for Peregrine since he was very busy focusing elsewhere. Lips and eyebrows both pursing in approval as he watched Kirsi tease her own nipples. Behind his teeth he sucked his tongue. Mother Night he appreciated a woman that knew what she wanted. In bed, at least. Rarely boded well for him when they wanted anything to do with him outside of one. When it came to sex though, things were easier when his partners didn’t need him to do all the work. Albeit he enjoyed showing them a few new things to want for next time no matter how experienced they were.

Shoving her clothes out of the way Peregrine lay flush over her to play with the buds himself. Kirsi liked it. Running her nails against his scalp and down his back. Lifting a thigh to hook at his hip bone. Arching into her Peregrine let his circling thumb turning to a steady pinch. Tip rolled between thumb and forefinger while he teased her with words too. Words she pretended to rebuff but her body told the truth. Flush from head to toe she tasted the lips he wanted to put to her cunt and agreed silently. Ass lifting from the floor to coax him down faster.

Before he could even get to the root of her dilemma Kirsi was scolding him. Laughing into her curls he came closer while she tugged at his. Nuzzling his way between the slick folds of her sex instead of parting them with his fingers. That was for later. The reaction was worth it. Tongue dipping in quick bursts he harassed her clit. Small but puffed up with need. He could feel her pulse pumping through it when he took a break from flitting hard over it to grind at it with the tip of his tongue.

Let the Lord of Hell take him but she was wet enough to drown in. Not salty at all, maybe because she was a healer. All that right vitamins and hygiene or something. Who could say? It was just slick and hot. He could feel sweat building on his upper lip. And an orgasm building in her center. Or so he suspected. Perking up to his elbows he brought his hands around. One to open her a bit more. The other to ease two fingers inside. There. He gave them a wiggle without looking to see how she liked the penetration. Diving back he sucked the bundle of nerves clean of sweat and wetness. Now he could feel her muscles twitching. Head pillowed by a thigh he’d looped his arm around Peregrine worked for the climax. Knowing a bit of waiting would make his own all the better in a while.

Between his own legs his spear pounded. Spurred by every sound she made and buck of her hips. Less patient than his brain. Letting the tip catch between his thigh and the floorboards he ground it for relief. The fingers he had filled her with spreading a little wider as she got closer to coming. Could he fit a third without getting slapped? He was going to try.

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Re: An Actual Door to Knock On [cw]
« Reply #23 on: February 19, 2019, 08:36:52 PM »

He was wicked. Plucking her nipples until their bodies were a flush tangle. His spear nestled tight between them. Lips and tongue trading quick blows and lingering caresses until he moved his kisses farther south. Burying his face in the dark curls between her thighs. Kirsi gasped, her fingers parted his, running eagerly through his hair.

Wicked, wicked man. Kirsi moaned, back arching until not hardly an inch of spine touched the blankets. Thighs squeezing him tight and then loosing their hold as she remembered herself. Falling open so his tongue had more freedom to work. And then clenching again as the pleasure grew too intense. And it often grew so. Thrumming through her body from the point of contact with his tongue to the hard tips of her nipples and tingling tips of her fingers.

Her breasts flattened against her chest, sliding toward her arms. Kirsi caught them in her palms and pushed them back toward the center. Caressed as her hips bucked toward Peregrine’s teasing mouth. Her nails left trails across the pale flesh. Thumb tracing the hollow line down her middle to catch his hair again. One ear tugged as she thrust helplessly. And she felt very helpless. No control over the pleasure he lapped and stroked.

”Peregrine.” She groaned, his name curse and cry both as he slid fingers into her. Her fingers urged him on. Crying out as he sucked her dry only to make her all the wetter. Her body was slick with it. Sweat gathering at her hairline and between her breasts, it rolled down her belly as she panted and fought her way toward climax. Thighs spreading. Cunt spreading. Kirsi grunted at the sensation, a low sigh that quivered in her belly. It was not uncomfortable, just strange.

”More.” She bid, fingers sliding along his cheek and curling at his jaw. Every part of her trembling with a mixture if need and relief so deep it struck straight to her core. More fingers. More tongue. More spear. ”Come.” She begged even as she did so herself, hips jerking, thighs sliding over his wrists as she tugged him higher so she could taste herself on his lips and yank his pants loose from his hips, fingers circling his spear, the length laid along her arm.

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Re: An Actual Door to Knock On [cw]
« Reply #24 on: February 22, 2019, 01:42:29 AM »
Over the mound of her pelvis he glimpsed pink nipples and pale fingernails. Skin scratched as she pawed herself. Tying together the pleasure points in her body until she was spasming on the cusp of an orgasm. Those same fingers finding his hair and skin. Trying to pull herself to the finish line by pulling on him. Doing his best not to laugh raspberries into her slick folds he maintained a steady rhythm. Tongue flicking relentlessly and fingers working. Not in and out, as some lovers tried. You couldn’t do a dick’s work with fingers. He knew better, and did better. Left them buried in to the last knuckle while gently pulling up as if he would lift her that way. The ridges on the top were sensitive, the pressure a good contrast to the flitting of a tongue.

Kirsi certainly sounded like she enjoyed it. Singing his name as if he’d done her some great offense that she grudgingly appreciated. Maybe he had. Or was, since they were far from finished. Their sweat mingled on her thighs, if he had the skill Peregrine would have tamped down the fire but he was more likely to burn the place down in the attempt. It was the closeness and the heat of their bodies causing the sweat anyway. He imagined they would have been just as drenched out in the snow. Fucking was a workout.

Soon, the strain in her voice promised. Around his fingers she pulsed like a beaten drum. Asking him for exactly what he was parting her to give. Stretched a bit more as another digit joined it’s brothers. He let his hand shake and thrust just a little. Thumb adding to the sensation by pressing from the outside. Down towards his fingertips until he was practically cupping her. It made the flash of wetness that came with her orgasm pool in his palm. Liquid pleasure caught in all the creases between his fingers. With one last suck he came up for air. Barely managing to wipe his hand on his pants before Kirsi was pulling him up her body.

Laughing, because she was still just as horny and eager, Peregrine shared the flavor on his lips with her hungry mouth. Tongue jammed between her teeth and a growl vibrating their lips as she shoved his pants down over his ass so she could grab his spear. It twitched in her grasp, screaming for a good petting. Growl turning to a groan he sucked a line of pink circles down her throat and gave up on going slow. ”Get on your side.” He suggested, sitting up on his knees again to watch her roll.

Legs spread wide he fit up against her, Kirsi’s legs sandwiching one of his own. Lifting the upper leg he hooked it in the crook of his elbow. Spear running its length against her cunt without slipping in as he leaned forward to kiss her chin, and then her tit. If he leaned over her just right he could easily snag a nipple for sucking from the side. ”Say when if it gets too rough, kitten.” Because he wouldn’t notice. The tip of his dick was already pounding angrily at being nestled into her warmth without getting to fit in. He was fucking ready. One of his arms supporting his weight, hand splayed behind her back. The other still hooked on her lifted leg, using her thigh to pull her onto every thrust.

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Re: An Actual Door to Knock On [cw]
« Reply #25 on: February 23, 2019, 07:49:58 AM »

She hated him. Body thrumming around the strange twinge. An almost ache that he stroked away. Tongue. Lips. A pinching that sent cold shocks through her and made her hips bounce. Kirsi groaned, thighs shifting along his shoulders and ears. One nearly sliding over the top of his head to kick him away. But it was too late. Much too late. Back arching her down into his hand as her own dragged him up.

Up. Eyes narrowing at his laughter, but Kirsi didn’t stop. Mouth covering his, she sucked at his bottom lip before opening her mouth for his tongue. Her hands worked his pants loose so one could circle his spear. It throbbed against her wrist, her fingers rounding the base and squeezing tight. She stroked him to the tip, palm cupping him and then slipping back down. Kirsi gripped his hair and ran her tongue along his teeth as he growled. It turned into a groan, his mouth traveling down her neck and making her sigh.

”Alright, alright.” Breathless and wet top to tip, Kirsi gave his spear one last squeezed before rolling away from him. Ass nestled against one of his hips. She curled an arm beneath her head, elbow flattening a breast, eyes wet and watchful beneath her lashes. She stroked the length between her thighs, pressing his spear deeper between curls and lips. She let go of him to slip her arm around his neck, shoulders turning toward him so he could have better access to her breast.

Holding tight to his shoulder, Kirsi pressed her face into the blankets and nodded. Lips parting in a silent moan as he buried his spear in her. Dragging her back into him as he thrust deep. His name a low cry, muffled by the blankets. Again. Deeper. Kirsi hooked her knee behind his and pulled back. Deeper and faster. Her breast bouncing. Skin prickling and pulling tight. More. Her hand slid from his shoulder to his arm, holding tighter and tighter as her body coiled.

Clit riding his flexing thigh. Legs spasming to help him drive deeper until it was too deep. One thrust too hard. Kirsi gasped, and flinched, body bowing away from him mindlessly. Shuddering, she returned. She didn’t want him to stop. Never wanted him to stop. Her hand traveling from arm to chest, up his neck to catch him mouth with her thumb. Down again, to push his hand down from her leg to her ass. Hooking her knee around his side to help with leverage so he could pet her.

Fingers knotting in the blanket, Kirsi helped their bodies meet. Holding tight to Peregrine’s forearm, and then his knee. Every inch of him lost and found again until she was rising one climax into the next. Face turning into the blankets as she moaned, her whole body trembling with the intensity. Letting go of him, she hugged herself, curling into the warm blankets and panting as her body succumbed to the aftershocks of pleasure. Every twitch of his spear making her shudder.

Peregrine Runner

    Sapphire to Ebon-gray
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Re: An Actual Door to Knock On [cw]
« Reply #26 on: March 07, 2019, 09:59:34 PM »
Firelight turned the droplets of sweat accumulating on their bodies to iridescent beads. Kirsi sparkled with them. A crown following the curve of her hairline. Lips glossy with it. Peregrine stole a sip from behind her ear as she got comfortable in their new position. While he strained towards her stroking fingers with a low rumble of appreciation. Every drag of her fingers coaxing his hips to rock. Patience finally starting to crumble now that she had found a dose of relief on the tip of his tongue.

When he swept in for a pass at her nipple she craned to make reaching the puckered nubs easier. And tilted her ass close so he could slip by it on his way into her cunt. Soft folds parting to welcome him in. The wet heat inside threatened to strangle his spear, which ached with its willingness to die happy if that was what the Darkness willed. Hissing a low moan of brilliant agony into her hair he let instinct take over. Fingers firm around the thigh he held up; clinging so that he had anchor to the real world. Because it was that good, to be balls deep in a woman after such a long abstinence. So good his eyes rolled towards the top of his skull behind tighty clinched lids.

Pants turning to short moans. The hand holding up his weight turning to a claw in the nest of blankets as she flinched away. He nearly yanked her back to the base of his spear in frusration at the broken rhythm but he was too well practiced in reading sex partners for that. He recognized pain and slow his pace until she eased back into taking his full strokes. She pet him as she recovered from the too deep thrust. Encouraging him, or so Peregrine assumed, to pick the tempo back up. He obliged, and nibbled the thumb she put to his lips. Then freed him up to pet her back.

Grin gaping with the deep breaths of exertion he kneaded the ass cheek she had placed his hand on. Palm making circles while his fingers parted her open. The darker skin in the center studied for a moment before he licked his thumb and placed it at the puckered circle. From one end to the other he stroked the crack of her ass. Teasing circles and harder pressure at its middle when he crossed over it. Watching her closely to see if that was all the taunting her body wanted, or if she was inviting him to try more.

While he was more than willing his body was too tightly coiled to switch entries now. He went from steady thrusting to short burst as his own climax fit into the middle of Kirsi’s orgasm. Spasming cunt milking the length of his spear from tip to root. He was caught frozen for a moment. A low groan in his throat and body bowed in the throes of pleasure he wasn’t controlling anymore. Her twitching was like a vice he was absolutely caught in. Breath choking up through his nose until his balls emptied. Knees shaking from the wave of pleasure he laid over her a moment. A hand tucked between her breasts and the other buried in her hair. Which was were he stuck his nose, too. Trying to catch his breath and convince his muscles they could move.

”Mother Night we don’t do this often enough,” He whispered, pressing a kiss to her ear before rolling over to spread out behind her. Back to his chest so he could throw an arm over her waist. They really were good at fucking. And they went on to prove it several more times before the sun came up and the missing of Birdy drove him to kiss her cheek and ask for a raincheck on breakfast.
 

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