Six feet under [cw]

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Isidore Nazaire

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Re: Six feet under
« Reply #15 on: April 27, 2019, 05:10:38 PM »
”Only when you want something.” Isidore told her bluntly. Which was true of everyone, to be fair. ”But never a drop more or a second longer than absolutely necessary. Then you’re right back to hating me.” The hate, he knew, was never actually gone. Just hidden away to keep him mollified while she got what she wanted. Never actually giving back the things he really wanted in return. They danced a very dangerous, and very subtle dance. Someday, if he was patient and clever, the scales would tip. She already knew that he always gave back tenfold, the reward was established. It was just to wait for her to want that badly.

Today, sadly, was not that day. Placations offered instead. The sort that he would have taken immense pleasure in if were in a fit state. Their rejection sent a shiver of alarm up Eulalie. He could feel it work over her skin. His name said in a way that made his stomach flip in on itself. A grin hidden behind her shoulder at the concern. She saw his fear through the lens of the Mother Priestess, Isidore knew. Which was for the best since it was closer to his heart than a simple rejection of a leash. It was the knowledge of what embracing one wrought. Wholeness and relief on a soul cleansing level the whip could never match. But in Paon a leash was often a death sentence. Not for the poor sods that found themselves attached, either. No, the blame and pain fell on the poor queens that held the other end. He had already spared one a long and painful death. He couldn’t bear to do it again.

Even if the admission had not brought him Eulie’s attention he would not have corrected her misperception. He was glad for it though. For the warm, strong fingers she stroked up his spine. Muscles flexing to put as much of his skin under her path as possible. For a hair’s breathe it felt more like being embraced than being tolerated. Then she shifted, emotionally, away again. Blocking him with the same walls she always hid behind. ”Must you turn everything I say into an insult?” He complained.

The damage was done. Whatever in his words had upset her drove them apart now. She wrenched free of his grip. Hands turned to fists he dug knuckles at his eyes. Resisting the temptation to yank her back until he was finished being pet on. There would be no pleasure in forcing her, though, so he let her go. Blinding himself for a moment while he grappled instinct and sense. ”That’s all Paon has to offer.” He bit back. Frustrating soaring again without the vessel he most wanted to pour his feeling into allowing as much. ”Cunt deep affection, and cunts just aren’t very deep.” He’d found the ends of enough to know.

Eulie left him for the doorway. She knew he would follow. No matter how unhurried he tried to make himself seem. Sex would be a good outlet, but his thought couldn’t settle on that until they had exhausted every possible way further involving Eulalie. As he fell into step beside her, shirt retrieved and thrown over his shoulder, Isidore schemed right up to the bedroom door. ”Lovely views.” He commented dryly, eyes going from the bed to the window to the bed again.

A sweep of probes showed no open treachery. Turning on his heel he found that Eulalie lingered still. He stepped over to lean against beside the door. Shoulder to the door frame so that he could look down at her. And then simplest idea of all bloomed at the forefront of his thoughts. Perhaps all it would take was an invitation. ”Stay. Bring the queen, and then stay to tell me when I’ve had enough.” That was what Eulie really wanted anyway, wasn’t it? Control. Watching him writhe. Looking at his body without having to face the taboo of enjoying what she saw. She would love it. Watching for the moment he most needed relief just to yank him back from the brink. ”There’s no one else I could possibly trust to do it. And I’m just not sure a slave will do.”

To validate his point he brushed her with a thread. An invitation to see the cursory emotions that buzzed beneath his outermost barrier. All the raw testosterone that had brimmed up from his brush with death. A gnawing hunger that went deeper than the need for a good meal. He had eaten, he would eat again. He would still be hungry. And if she chose to pry even a little, he knew she would see that he would always be hungry for her.

Eulalie Reneux

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Re: Six feet under
« Reply #16 on: April 27, 2019, 06:32:19 PM »

”I doubt anything but the sea is deep enough to hold your bitterness, Isidore.” He had everything he wanted. And anything he could want was at his fingertips. None of it was enough, of course. Like his wives, he was not fulfilled or content. Grasping for more at every chance and blaming any unhappiness on her. As if she did anything more than hold everything together.

Her denial like that of a mother refusing to give more sweets. Because she was a mother. She had islands of fucking children and Isidore was the worst of the lot.

But also the most precious. A seething heat that followed her. Not at all like her shadows. Where her Hands were calm at her back, Isidore was like the sun. Shiny hot on her heels. Shins catching her skirts. Body impossibly close as he stepped into the room and took stock. Eulalie watched him put a price on everything. It was weighed and measured and claimed. ”Mhm.” She drawled, watching him.

Even the room wasn’t enough. He leaned over her, shoulder near her cheek. She watched pleasure bloom across his face. For the room? Or the idea that must have been the light beneath his eyes. ”Stay?” She shook her head, smile gentling her refusal. Another sweet he could not have. He never understood her reasons, saw only that he had to do without. But Isidore kept pressing. Spilling a tidy, and wicked, idea into her lap.

”And you would listen to me in this when you never do otherwise?” Lips parting, Eulalie followed him into his barriers. She hated to let him inside her own, always afraid he would plummet into her depths and she would never be free of him. But she had no fears about accepting invitations to view the inner workings of her cousin. All his machinations and simple desires. He thought he was clever and complex, but every peek told Eulalie he was merely a pit of wanting. Most of which arose from his prick.

”If that’s what you need.” Her hand touched his elbow, steering him back into the room while she had her temple queen summoned. Cerise knew her place. Unlike most of the filthy bitches populating the islands, she understood the edicts against her caste. Her soul knew its own worth, or lack thereof. ”You never have to look outside this island to have those filled, Isidore, whatever you might think.” His wants were another matter.

Eulalie drew a chair into the corner by the window, seating herself in it as if this were simply another meeting held in her office. Knee over knee, she tucked her foot behind the chair leg and waited. She did not rise when Cerise arrived, merely gestured for the door to be shut behind her. ”You know your duty. But I’ll see you unharmed.” Her craft spilled into the room. Shields for sound. Locks to keep the foolish out. A hint of protection for Cerise’s webs, but only just. Eulalie was curious to see how Isidore would handle them himself. Would he press them? Shatter them? Or would the warlord prince protect the queen even from himself.

Waving a hand at them, she flicked the curtain at her side and looked away, out to the sea. The view held her attention not at all. Fingers curling into the fabric as she lowered her lashes and turned her eyes away from the view outside to the one in. Her stomach sick and her heart restless. At first it was terrible. Eulalie’s glance kept sliding away. To the bed posts, or their reflections in the mirror. There was an almost intimacy that was disturbing. She’d never seen two people bed each other. Or ever watched the queens be used for sport.

But. But. The farther it went and the longer she watched the easier it grew. And grew. Like her nipples, hardening beneath her dress, the fabric rising with them. She tightened her knees and clenched her thighs. Toes pressing the leg and drawing her ankle tight. And Isidore. Isidore. Eulalie could see two of him. The man and his reflection. Completely lost to the carnal act. Eulalie wondered if he remembered she was there. If the hunger was really for her or was it a lie?

”Isidore.”

Isidore Nazaire

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Re: Six feet under
« Reply #17 on: April 27, 2019, 10:21:50 PM »
While her head might have been shaking in refusal Isidore saw a light flick on in her eyes. The asking piqued her- curiosity? Arousal? Conceit? Probably all, but he didn’t care what it sparked. Just that she was sparked. The offer carefully laid out to play against her tender little Widow’s vanity. Their castes were not so different when it came to ego, at least not the one she kept secret.

”Stay.” Tone pitching towards gravel he repeated the offer. ”Stay and find out.” Not just if he would listen, either. No. He had carefully chosen those words too. Stay and find out. If his skill was outstriped by his need. If he was all bluster and undeserved rumor. If he looked as good buried in a woman as he did bowed over by the blows of a whip. Stay, stay, stay.

Behind his barriers he guarded and guided in equal measure. He knew Eulie, not as well as the back of his hand, perhaps. But she was predictable. Easy to lead with a string of tempting crumbs that made her avoid the meat of his soul. So sure of her own opinions about him that she never bothered to look very deep to begin with. ”Easy for the most loved person on Thure to say to the most feared.”

She knew nothing about his needs. Or his life in earnest. What it felt like to be touch starved, or affection starved, or find the woman you called mother’s mouth attached to your spear. He shoved the memories, and Eulalie away. Sealing back up tight now that she felt the severity of the need. And seemed convinced to play along with his game.

Eulalie tucked into a chair. While Isidore followed. Leaning against the side of her seat until Cerise was so close he could smell her through the walls. It quickened his pulse. And the breath in his chest. Shirt abandoned again. Boots vanished from his feet. Eyes on the door when it opened. All the tension in his body coiling up, ”Cerise.” He greeted.

Something softened in the corners of the queenling’s eyes. Anxiety sapped away as she took in the pair across the room. Isidore didn’t leave her standing there long. Eulie’s voice a soft drone behind him as he moved to kiss a familiar freckled cheek. She ran her fingers over his arms. Up to his shoulders then down his back. Craft laid plan as it wrapped him so that none present could accuse her of anything underhanded. Be Calm. Breath Deep. Be Gentle.

Isidore did. Sucking at her earlobe so the short ends of her hair brushed his nose. The same greedy hands he had held Eulie with on Cerise now. She flinched but did not shy from the blunt length of spear he pressed to her hip. ”Off please.” He tugged her shirt. Shifting around her body without leaving it while she stripped the tunic she wore up over her head. It’s movement tossed her scent around the room. He wished he could drown in it.

They were old company, he and Cerise. Not as often fucked as he would have liked, but they had been paired for calming and soothing many times. Learning to murder was hard. Murdering your friends harder. He had found comfort at her breast then. And he found it now too. Tumbling backwards onto the mattress. Pulling her with him. Underclothes stolen into the depths of his cabinet. Fingers drawn along the skin of her cunt. Not wet, never wet at the start, but she would get there. She knew he never put pain where it would not be appreciated.

The queen held on as if she were scared to be thrown off. He spit on his fingertips and used it to ease the way to pleasure. Smiling as she twitched away when he rolled the moisture against her clit. ”Shhhh, good girl, I know it seems strange.” She had said nothing, but he answered her fear and embarrassment anyway. ”You’re right, it’s not a real rut.” He promised, ”That’s why our lady is here. Keep us both well behaved, while I figure out whatever this is. Make sense?”

Nails in his shoulder Cerise gasped away from his first thrust. They had not been fucking her enough, he saw it behind her barriers. Months without a cock, no good even if she thought she had earned the break. Letting her play at healer instead. ”Like that!” Isidore’s hands held her hips. The queen rocked down his length. Ass popping back up. Working for his pleasure, but he could feel the way her own road on the spot where her entry hung against the thicker tip of his spear. It was beautiful. He was getting mirrors hung over every bed in his house. Tomorrow. On his back he watched her naked frame shiver. When he looked down he could see her breasts swinging. Their peaks brushing his chest.

When he tipped his chin up he could see Eulalie. No longer staring out of the window. Watching. Eyes meeting his where the heat fueled his thrusts until Cerise couldn’t take them. She tried to wiggle away with a groan, but he shifted his attention back. ”I’m sorry.” Soothing her cheek he rested his hand in the crack of her ass. Keeping her gently in place. ”I’m sorry. Stay on. Good girl. Good girl. I know it hurt, I just got excited.’

He wanted to finish. Especially as Cerise curled into his chest. Mewling like a kitten over milk as his finger pried lightly at her ass. Stirring up an orgasm that surged around his spear in wet heat. He wanted so bad to reach into his own climax. But Eulie was watching.

Calling.

So he writhed and moaned and bit the queen's hair. ”Yes, love?” He croaked, spine arching to look at her. Heavily lidded eyes almost shut as he let the queen rest a moment. Heels digging into the bed clothes while he paced himself. ”Not bored I hope? It’s going to be a while yet. She’ll need a minute before she finishes the job.” In a ball beside him Cerise apologized. Isidore patted her head softly without taking his eyes from the real prize in the room.

Eulalie Reneux

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Re: Six feet under
« Reply #18 on: April 27, 2019, 11:17:11 PM »

”Save your pet names for your pets, Isidore.” Hiss smothered between tight pressed lips. There could be no alarm at his words. Only disapproval. Cerise had deaf ears, blind eyes and a mute mouth, but she had weak barriers. And a very willing familiarity with Isidore. The easy way they came together was alarming. Eulalie had expected him to keep going. He fought it hard enough, body desperate to finish what had been started rather than stop.

The bones along the top of her foot ached. A pulse ran up her leg and down again. Eulalie pressed harder as Isidore looked at her, hands stroking Cerise. The queen was spent, as if her duty had been to find release rather than give it. A failure, since Isidore had enough spunk left in him for mockery. Eulalie inhaled, her knee rising with her breath, wedging her foot even harder against the chair until she could blame all the pain on that.

His reaction not what she expected. There was no resonance. Just more smirking. Eulalie looked out the window. The waters dark now. At some point the sun had set, the room visible only because she had summoned witchlights to keep the room lit. To see. To watch. How did she answer him? Mother Night her body was raw. But she didn’t want what he gave Cerise. ”I do have better uses for my time.” She bit her lips and let her body relax in the chair. Only then realizing how tense she’d become. Not just the tightly drawn knot in her stomach, but all of her body.

He seemed in no danger of losing himself. Whispering and petting the queen through the whole ordeal. Tending her. Maybe that was the danger. Eulalie didn’t know. Something very much like disappointment burning the back of her throat. Even now he shushed and coddled. Releasing the chair, Eulalie stood. Somehow it hurt worse, the lack of pressure across the arch of her foot. It needled and throbbed. Pulse running up and down her leg. She felt heavy.

And murderous.

”Times up.” Everything outside was darkness. Lights coming on beneath the trees that blocked the village below from sight. ”Go now.” She dismissed Cerise, chin tipped upward, eyes dark with condemnation as she looked over her cheek at the queen. Eulalie watched as she pieced her clothes back on, breaking the seals on the room so she could slip out and return to the hole she had crawled out of.

The room stank. Queen. Sex. Breathing carefully, Eulalie tried to find her center, suddenly unable to bear facing Isidore alone in a room that reeked so. If she didn’t he would sniff out her fear, or assume it. He accused her of such hatred, but his own thoughts were never kind, at least none that he shared with her. And she could not deny his assumptions. She did hate him. ”Well?” She asked finally, back to the room so she could give him her attention. Prove she wasn’t afraid.  ”Did you find what you were looking for?” Had it been enough?

It certainly had for Cerise.

Mother Night.

”Take off my dress.” Eulalie said to him as she banished her lights. Let him find her in the dark. It was where she was most whole.

Isidore Nazaire

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Re: Six feet under
« Reply #19 on: April 28, 2019, 12:54:58 AM »
”I know you do.” He agreed. Voice darker than the falling night outside the window. Fingers forced gently through Cerise’s hair. Her calming craft buzzed in his skull. Free hand resting on his own chest as he looked upside down at Eulalie. Even at that angle she was a vision. A bitchy but beautiful one. His spear throbbed, knees drawn up to trap it between his thighs. Blocking some of the temple’s draft. Soothing when it trapped breezes during the day’s heat. Less so when it danced on sensitive, sex slickened spearheads.

In the waxing light of her Craft Eulalie looked almost angry. Not exactly the emotion he had hoped to elicit. But he wasn’t exactly in the position he wanted to be in either. Nerves tingling in delicious warning he watched her leave the chair. Skirts whispering over one another quietly. Beside him the queen breathed harder. Ready, he suspected, for punishment. He did not approve. All his muscles strained not to throw a defensive arm across what brought him pleasure. The weakness in his caste ready to rise and serve.

And to bend. Because it was Eulie that would bare the stick. Or whip. Mother Priestess. Wife of his soul. Judge and juror. The balance in his blade. Fletching of his arrows. Aim behind his spear. If she wanted to beat the queen he had to stand aside. In fact if he defended Cerise in the least it would be all the worse when he left. Besides, she was probably used to it, the poor wretch. It was always the most indoctrinated that were abused the worst.

Despite his efforts a growl hummed low in his throat as the queen slipped from the bed. Not at either of the women. At himself. For reaching idly to keep her there. The queen did not stop for his touch once she was told to go, however. Dangerous as he was, they all thought Eulie could keep him in check. The very queen in question had already decided that this was some ritualistic test of his loyalty. Mind working over the formulas that could cause a near-rut state, rather than the reasons for it to naturally occur. She was bright, if not smart. It was shame her higher caste marked her worthless on the islands. She could have been a good queen. Literally anywhere else.

”What’s wrong?” He rolled over his own pain. Pinning it to the mattress. Eyes shifting from the door the queen had slipped through to find Eulalie had turned away. She held herself stiffly. But she did not leave. Or tell him to leave. They both whispered probes through the room. One enjoying the lingering aromas. The other… who knew? Had she enjoyed the show? Hated him more for it? Isidore had an opinion. She just gave no hints.

Shoving his arm between the bed and his body he fondled his aching erection. Twice as painful for having been teased so near completion then denied. ”I’ll never find what I’m looking for.” She would never love him. They would never love him. And those that tried would always fear him marginally more. ”Did you?” He sat up. Scooting to the end of the bed. Words on his lips but a gasp came out instead.

The ultimate temptation. Darkness closing in fully around them as she gave instructions that made his body thrum. ”Yes.” He walked to the place her voice came from. Probes thickening to ‘see’ what he could not. He found her quickly. The room too small not to. Her scent haggard around the edges with secrets. He wanted to rip them away. Her barriers. Her inhibitions. Her fears. His tongue twisted but he bit back words. Eulalie never listened. And he when she did, it was only to take offense at whatever he had said.

Best not to risk it. Not when she was standing so still as he slipped her sleeves down her shoulders. Rather than tell her how gentle he would be, he proved it. Fingers careful but needly. Brushing the bodice of her dress down. Palms rasping nipples that were already hard with wanting. Between them his spear caught her skirts. Keeping them from falling straight to the floor when he tried to shed them over her hips.

’Your so beautiful.’ He said through a kiss that trailed from one shoulder to the other. Standing close enough that he could feel the round of her ass cheeks on the bottom of his spear. Close so he could follow her ribcage up to her breasts. Cupping them from the bottom he lifted them enough for the skin under their fullness to breath. It shot her scent afresh through the room. Isidore moaned lightly. ’I want you so badly.’ He didn’t tell her, stepping forward so his spear bobbed on her tailbone.

It was a challenge. To hold his tongue. Or his words, anyway. He used his tongue. Feeling his way to her earlobe to tease it with circles and suckles. Both of her nipples stimulated by thumbs that traced the same rhythm. Mother Night he wanted to suck them right up. But it was Eulie. She had to be in control. Or believe herself to be. And Isidore could do that. Play submission to domination while guiding the game.

Eulalie Reneux

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Re: Six feet under [cw]
« Reply #20 on: April 28, 2019, 09:38:05 AM »

”You’re growling.” Was Eulalie’s answer, as if anything that might be affecting her stemmed from that single sound. Never existing before, to be forgotten after. He let the queen go, but Eulalie thought he wanted her to stay. To finish burying his needs in her. She dreamed of eradicating them all, but she worried the male need would turn to male rebellion. So she lived surrounded by enemies. The queens and the men.

Did Vrai harbor that same desperation in her heart?

Eulalie turned her thought away from such things. Traced the curve of Isidore’s spine with her eyes. She could see him in the darkened glass. Like a ghost as he slipped an arm between his body and the bed. Eulalie wondered what he did with it. To himself. What he would do to her. ”I thought you said Mother Night loved you?” What was he seeking? The right queen? The right orgasm? Eulalie hated him, but in that moment thought she would die from wanting him. Would she be enough? Ever? ”I wasn’t looking for anything.”

But she had found plenty. A wellspring of hatred and self doubt. The bottomless pit of her desire. He was coming for her. Sliding to the edge of the bed. Was he angry she’d sent Cerise away? Glad? Eulalie refused to care. She just needed him to want. And to cure her own wanting. His gasp making her thighs clench. Yes. Yes. Eulalie closed her eyes, chin up as she showed her throat to the darkness and gave in to what she’d been fighting for so long. Desperate for all the things she should not have.

A weakness Isidore understood.

No desperation in the way her touched her. He did not tremble or grab. Simply slipped her dress down her shoulders, slowly easing it over her arms and down to her hips. His palms passing over her breasts, lifting Eulalie up onto the balls of her feet. Her dress caught at her hips, his spear tangled in her skirts. The heat of his body impossibly close. There was nothing but her hair between them. And hardly that as he passed a kiss across her back and brought his hands back up to her breasts.

Eulalie made sure her skirts fell. Stepping out of her sandals and sending the bundle of clothing away with a kick. She wore nothing but her bare skin and dark hair. And Isidore. Shuddering, Eulalie released the breath she’d been holding and leaned back into his body. Spear caught in the crease of her ass. Hair drawn over her shoulder so she could feel his front to her back. His damn mouth. Up her neck so he could stick his tongue in her ear. Eulalie let him, neck arching so he could have more. Her hair fell over one of his hands. Strands slipping between his thumb and her nipple.

Oh Mother. Eulalie reached up, fingers skimming his shoulders and neck, they tangled behind his head, lifting her up his body, pressing her breasts into his hands, sliding her along his spear. He felt so good. Better without clothing to separate them. She shivered, squeezing her eyes closed and gripping his hair as her body pulsed. She wanted his mouth on something other than her neck. Wanted it everywhere. Hot and wet and sucking. Eulalie dropped one hand to pull one of his to her mouth, lips and tongue working over his thumb before she slid it back to her breast, her own saliva making her nipple cold and her body break out in gooseflesh.

Fingers trailing her own stomach, Eulalie followed the curve of her hip. Back arching so she could reach behind herself. Knuckles sliding across her spine as she reached down to slip her palm over the underside of his spear. Eulalie breathed in, lips parted, chin to her hair cloaked shoulder. ”If you’re very good, I’ll let you use it again tonight.” But he would have to beg for the privilege on his knees.

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Re: Six feet under [cw]
« Reply #21 on: April 28, 2019, 01:38:39 PM »
”She does.” He said flatly. Lips traced by his tongue before they could dry out. The meager hints of Cerise already faded. Taking none of his aching lust with her at all. ”And in my devotion I serve her without question, by serving those she marks as favored.” Namely himself- and of course Eulalie. Conduit between that one source of unconditional love and his own soul. Even if she were not all she claimed to be, she was a Dark Jeweled Priestess. Closer to Mother Night than he could reach on his own.

Plus that give him plenty of reason to reach for his cousin. ”That doesn’t mean you found nothing.” Isidore observed. Eyes on the set of her eyebrows. If she were going to twitch it would be there first. Stoic as she tried to be. He could not read her moods the way he did others. It was frustrating. Usually. Tonight was different. He didn’t have to guess at what she wanted.

The darkness enveloped the room so she could hide from her own invitation. She did not try to evade him once she had made it, however. All the better. He would have had to chase this time. How much she would give, he couldn’t guess. But he would take until she told him to stop. From top to bottom he worked to fulfill her first command first. ’Take off my dress’

She rose to the touch he passed across her breast. And shook the yards of fabric clinched at her waist free from his spear. Nearly as much hair as skirts. It flowed down her back like a waterfall. Fragrant and soft. Tickling his chest as she shifted it away. Letting their bare bodies lay flush with a tremble that nearly broke his silence. Was she afraid of him? His hips threatened to buck, and his hands had to stay moving to keep from gripping. Massaging her breast gently, nipples teased. The silken hair that fell into the mix left there. A smooth and pleasing contrast to hands calloused by bow and sword.

He squirmed with the anticipation of touching what he wanted and finding no relief. Like another round of punishment. It made his stomach clench and the breath flutter in his lungs all the harder when Eulalie touched back. Teeth skimming her jawline as she arched her neck for him. He couldn’t afford a single mistake. So he was quiet. Controlled. Slow. He might not have known how to see into Eulie’s barriers, but he knew how to gauge a woman’s pleasure in other ways.

Like the hitch in her breath when he tugged lightly at the points on her breast. The eagerness displayed in her unflinching measure of his spear at her ass. All the subtle tremors of a body in wanting. Hair in her grasp he let it guide his mouth along the muscles of her neck. Sucking and nibbling in turn, each a little harder than the next to try and find the golden touch that would turn her on most. He had just started at the join of shoulder and throat when she led his fingers to her mouth. Oh Hell how many times had he dreamed about that mouth?

Plump lips parting she sucked his thumb in. Isidore fondled the breast he still held. Clutching it to her chest without attending the puckered end of it. To coiled tight by her tongue swirling a match to the whorls of his thumbpad to trust his fingers or mouth not to pinch. Wetness clinging to the digit he realized what she was after. Focusing on the very tip he dragged the calloused side of his thumb in circles. Shoulders hunched so he could wrap himself as much around her as possible he breathed into the hollow of her throat.

This growl was just as possessive as the last. Alarm singing over his body as her shift put space between their bodies. Dry hand catching her hip to keep her from pulling very far away. He nuzzled her throat and ear again. Sipping at her earlobe. Stepping into the palm she teased his spear with. ”Mm, I’m always very good.” He promised, rewetting his thumb with his own tongue this time before slipping it across to the opposite breast.

Isidore was starting to wonder if Eulie enjoyed a bit of self inflicted punishment too. She seemed awfully keen to deny herself the quickest route to pleasure. Cute that she thought her little ultimatum would give her some sort of upperhand, though. He gave her time, but the room, to pull away before lifting her. The hand that had claimed her hip lowering as he stooped. Lips trailing her back in a quick flash as he dipped to catch her under the knees. Spear grazing newly exposed flesh as he held her to him, and off the floor, to carry her. ”Bed or chair?” He asked quietly, not sure she wanted to lay where another woman had.

Either way he needed her in his lap for as long as she would let him.

Eulalie Reneux

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Re: Six feet under [cw]
« Reply #22 on: April 28, 2019, 02:26:32 PM »

"Too bad that service isn't also without question." Eulalie remarked dryly. Her palms were sweating. Was it fear? Apprehension? What was to come was no mystery. She'd seen him at work. Watched as he brought Cerise to climax with plenty of stamina left over. Their eyes met in the smoky reflection of the window. Eulalie swallowed. "No. It doesn't." She drew her palms across her thighs to dry them and quirked an eyebrow.

Did he really want to know what she had found? Couldn't he see it? Did he have no sense of how vastly wrong this was? Was there no friction in the removal of her dress? Resistance from the Darkness. They kept immaculate records for a reason. Carefully tracing bloodlines so they did not intermingle too frequently or closely. A twist of her hips spilled what remained of her clothing when it was the press of their bodies and nothing from the Darkness at all holding them in place.

Faint moonlight spilled across her toes as they took measure of each others bodies. He was not so tall that she felt small in his arms. Her shoulder and neck in easy reach of his mouth. She could feel his curls brush her cheek and forehead, but nearly the whole of her attention was on his hands. Those hands. As wicked as his mouth, which Eulalie kept her own lips far from. Tongue tracing his thumb instead. Wetting the callous he put to her nipple. Knees brushing each other as he tightened his grip on her breast, holding her tight and still.

Rapt. Eulalie sucked the pad before returning it to where it would do most good. Isidore obliging her so nicely. Surrounding her in a way he hadn't before. Eulalie brushed her cheek against his temple, tucking her arm behind her back. Lips slipping upward at his growl. Fingers finding his spear tip and walking her palm to its length, the head cupped gently. "Not always." She chided, hand sliding downward with a sigh as he dragged a wet thumb across her nipple. Fingers arrowing between his thighs before he could sweep her up. Gasping, Eulalie slid her arm around his neck, and found his mouth much too close to her own.

"The bed." She wanted to see what he saw. Spear sliding along a slick thigh. Murmuring, she ducked her face away from his, kissing the hollow at the back of his jaw and sucking at his ear. Her fingers curled around the back of his neck, the other caught between their bodies, the angle too awkward to do more than curl beneath his chin. Dragging her teeth behind his ear, Eulalie breathed into the curl of it, tongue dipping inward to taste him. She wanted to scream and bite him. Drag him so deep into her she broke apart.

She clawed the blankets away as he eased them down onto the mattress. Rumbled and ill used by Isidore and Cerise. They took the worst of the queen stink with them as Eulalie saw them heaped onto the floor. Room now to wrap bother her arms around his shoulders, face caught between her own and his throat, which she ran her tongue up, tasting the salt of his skin. Eulalie sighed into his ear, body pressed close so she could feel the whole of again again. This time the heat of his body was molded to her breasts and stomach. Thighs and ass sliding over his spear, which she was careful to keep from dipping toward her cunt.

Lips brushing his temple, she bowed her back, stomach pressing into the hallow between his ribs. Breasts rising upward toward his mouth. That damn mouth. Eulalie wanted it everywhere.

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Re: Six feet under [cw]
« Reply #23 on: April 28, 2019, 09:09:17 PM »
Always. He purred as she reached low enough to grab him by the balls. Any other woman would have been welcome. But Eulalie and her poison fang… not there. She was worth the agony of dying. Just not from the nut up. Sliding his hand to grip her he added, ”Just sometimes I’m good at being bad.”


She didn’t want to kiss him. Face tipping casually away she gave into the rest of the sensations he eked out across her skin. Puckered nipples quivering under his thumbs. Thighs spreading as he hefted her onto a solid forearm. But their lips almost brushing always turned her away. It knotted her stomach, their relation. It intrigued him, and enticed him, and he was sure even if their Blood had been as close as she thought he would have wanted to make love to her anyway.

With the answer he wanted Isidore stepped forward. Not stumbling, but not as graceful as usual. His prize was not heavy, but she was solid. And the dark made every step require caution. Shins finding the bed frame first he turned. Blinking as his eyes finally adjusted Isidore sighed into the scent of Eulie’s hair. Her tongue on his ear kept his spear hard, and the unspoken submission of relaxing in his arms was like a long awaited balm on his soul. Moaning softly he turned his face to try catching the tongue she slipped in his ear.

He didn’t know what she needed to stay aroused. To stay interested. And he was too worried that speaking would break the spell. So he let her rip at the blankets as he settled them on the end of the bed. Her hands draped over him like a cloak she leaned into his chest. Opening her own into a pretty arch for fondling. Isidore traced her ribs and the space beneath her breast. Just enough pressure to keep it from being a tickle. The tongue she stroked over his throat made his head fall back. And above them the mirror painted the most beautiful scene he’d ever beheld.

Glorious tits with perfect rudy tips peeking through dark swaths of hair. He cupped them, thumbs and forefingers rolling the beads in tandem. Drawing them up and up as his mouth ducked low. He groaned hungrily as the first slipped between his teeth. Suckled at in long, slow strokes so that it lengthened in his mouth. His sounds of satisfaction turned to low hums of amusement at her hypocrisy. Warning him not to use his spear on her, but she was using it heartily. Stroked against her ass while she rubbed her cunt at the place his muscles joined over his spear. He spread his knees because it opened hers too. Just a quick eyeful before he palmed her ass. Fingertips kneading and mouth dragging her nipple as he moved for the other. It popped from his mouth, freeing it for the other.

”I could just eat you up.” He mumbled into the space between her breasts. Hand working it’s way between her thighs. She was already wet, he could feel the evidence on his spear. Which was where he really, really wanted to sit her right then. The wholesome curves of her backside more than he could grip with two hands. It stole his senses. ”Tell me how to you want it.” There were just so many options. Some wanted to like it. Some wanted to hated it. Rough. Gentle. Greedy. Slow. He found her nipple again, with hand and tongue. All she had to do was what she always did. Boss him around.

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Re: Six feet under [cw]
« Reply #24 on: April 28, 2019, 09:53:22 PM »

He was very good at being bad. Mouth chasing hers, hands spanning her ribs and stroking the sensitive skin beneath her breasts. Eulalie nuzzled the outer curve of his ear, moved down to his shoulder where she rest her mouth. He had done it to her before. Pressed his face into the bone and muscle there. His smiles on her skin or in the sleeve of her dress. Eulalie parted her lips over the hard line of muscle, and then dragged her mouth to his neck so she could taste him.

Salt and pleasure. Isidore gave her every inch of it. Head falling back as if she’d stroked his spear rather than just his neck. But his hands went back to work on her breasts. Kneading and pinching until her hips rocked into him. Grinding the mound of tight black curls against his stomach. A soft sigh slipped past her lips when he finally managed to bring his to her nipple. Curling her fingers in his hair, Eulalie stroked the knobs of his skull and held him close to her breast. Arms squeezing against her sides and pressing them farther forward for him to feast on.

”Good.” She gasped, her whole body swaying into him as her nipple was pulled from his mouth. It ached. Long, hard and wet. Eulalie dropped her face to his hair, chin resting near his temple as she kissed his curls. Her skin twitching as his hands moved farther down hard ass. Widening knees drawing her thighs farther apart so his hand could slip between them. Her body strained in two different directions. Toward the mouth at her breast and the fingers so near her cunt. Pulling at his hair, Eulalie arched until he could have both. She wanted him to have both. ”I want you to finish you started at the Keep.” Fingers brushing her curls and the soft outer lips of her cunt. Hardly penetrating past that first barrier.

Barely a caress, but Eulalie still felt it sometimes. Dreamed about it some nights. Of Isidore’s fingers diving hard and deep in her cunt while Vrai watched. Now she could have one without the shame of the other. Satisfy her curiosity about what it would feel like and how good it would be. Mewing softly as he found just the right pressure on her nipple to yank the tie between it and her clit so tight she felt the suck in both places. Eulalie stroked his neck and cheek, thumb slipping between his chin and her breast, curving down his throat and back again.

Mouth parting on a caught breath, Eulalie looked up and watched herself thrust toward his hand while holding his dark head tight to her breast. Moaning deep in her throat she clamped her knees tight on his hips and kissed his forehead. Eulalie quit stroking his face to stroke his spear. Hand cupping her other breast and squeezing on its way down. Nipple rolled between her fingers. Their fingers met at her cunt. Eulalie’s nails parting her curls and slipping over her clit before she opened her hand over Isidore’s to feel the way he touched her. Wetness gathering on her skin which she transferred to his, grabbing hold of his spear and milking it from root to tip.

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Re: Six feet under [cw]
« Reply #25 on: April 30, 2019, 08:09:52 PM »
It was every wet dream he had ever had but never known was about her. Those strong hips searching for relief on the hard planes of his body. Stronger fingers holding his greedy mouth to her breast. His teeth dragged on the puckers at its base when he sucked it deeper. Tongue harassing circles on the blunt point. She loved it. Shoving them forward for more and rewarding him with tender pets.

He tested every boundary with care. How far could he pull her nipple before it twinged? Would she like it, or would it lessen her desire? Hard suckles turning rough as he let the weight of her breast pull itself from his mouth with a satisfying pop. The noise she made was answer enough. That was too close to the sweet spot to tempt further. Maybe next time he’d try it with teeth.

”Oh?” She made an arch with her back, forcing her breast to his face without pulling away her black curls. Isidore hummed around a nipple. The Keep. Was she going to call her eunuch in to watch then? Isidore bristled, all the hair on his arms standing at attention. This was supposed to be his moment. But he supposed he could share, or put on a show. Fingers stroking a little deeper he felt the wetness that clung to her intimate hairs. Slickness transfering to his fingers he spread it, and her lips. Mouth hungrier for having to keep an iron sheath of control on his spear.

Harder to do while she moaned and bucked at it. Lavishing his head in soft touches and sweet pets. Body telling him what her mouth did not. Yes this way. Like that. Right there.

She was wet. Silky folds opening as he guided his fingers between them. Caressing the full length of her sex from front to back, only sliding forward again when he would have had to pry her asscheeks apart to keep going. Every stroke steady while he made his way back to the point that mattered most. He could feel her pulse in the hooded bud at the crux of her cunt. Thumb baring it for his forefinger to flick over while she tugged at her free nipple. Watching from over the mound of her breast as she played with the other.

It made his spear throb, the length twitching as she gripped it firmly between thumb and index finger. Making him too slow and senseless to lift his face in time to steal her kisses. She was curious about the way he rolled her clit. Fingers interrupting his to explore the sensation. He dipped his ring and pinky fingers into her, thumb moving to rub tighter circles on the sensitive bud. Losing her tit to a gasp he nibbled at her chest and collarbones as she claimed his cock. The head hot and pounding with every stroke. ”Nngh,” He groaned. She had said he could use it if he were good. His fingers spread inside of her, not fucking, but tugging. Drumming against the secret part of her clit that lived in the walls between her entry and her outside. Thumb pressing the button in towards his fingers to compliment the feeling. If she made him spill before he got to put it in her so help him Mother Night he was going to leave her on the edge of orgasm.

”Let me try you on, Eulie.” He begged.

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Re: Six feet under [cw]
« Reply #26 on: April 30, 2019, 09:09:29 PM »

Eulalie pressed her face into his curls, mouth open as she inhaled the scent of sweat in his hair. Her breath rose as she inhaled, lips dragging across his scalp, almost a moan but higher and sweeter in tone. Flesh parting around his fingers. Her eyelashes fluttered, eyes closing and chin tipping back. He didn’t thrust into her as she expected. Fingers stroking her. Over and over. Sliding from the front to the back until she thought he would take his fingers away all together.

She buried her fingers in his hair, hips following his fingers. Twitching as he flicked over her clit, and pressing a gasp into his temple. Clinging to him, Eulalie let her hand wander. Over her breast, down her belly and over Isidore’s hand as it slid through the folds of her cunt. Breathing deep, she kissed the top of his ear, sinking lower into his lap to stroke his spear. It lost her his mouth on her nipple, but Isidore simply put it other places. And finally sank his fingers into her.

Eulalie sighed, arm circling his neck. She clung to him, riding his fingers. Her whole body following her hand. Up and down his spear. Onto and off of his fingers, which pulled and stroked. Thumb circling her clit. Hand a fist against his shoulder, she pressed her face into his neck and shivered. Isidore squeezed. Pushing and pulling. Spear throbbing in her hand. Eulalie mewled softly into his neck, mouth opening over his skin without sucking or licking. Just riding. Deeper into his hand.

”Not yet.” She gasped, letting go of his spear to hold onto him. Both arms around his neck, she held tight. Mouth working now against his neck. Body rocking against his. ”Not yet.” She repeated on a gasp, crushing him. Squeezing him as her climax rose and washed over her. It wasn’t a torrent. But a wave. Eulalie sucked hard, hands stroking his back. His ribs. Mouth moving up his jaw.

”Now.” While her muscles flexed around his fingers. Ready to draw his spear in. Deep in. Eulalie rose up from his lap so he had room to guide it. His neck sliding from her mouth with a pop, Eulalie stroked his shoulders and chest, pushing him back onto the bed as she lowered herself onto his spear, hips rolling as she rocked every inch in. Toes curling under his thighs as her ass reached them.

Eulalie shuddered. She looked at him, breathless and transfixed. Slowly she lifted up, rising upward on her knees until he was in danger of slipping free. Gripping his chest, she leaned over him and slid back down. Thumb stroking a nipple as she was filled again. ”So?” She breathed. ”How do I fit?”

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Re: Six feet under [cw]
« Reply #27 on: May 12, 2019, 10:31:23 PM »
Ah she was a shit. Isidore was sure she would take her own orgasm and leave him aching. The thought of how badly he would rage exactly the motivation he needed to keep from coming in her hand. Angry as he knew he would be, he still didn’t stop. If she jaded him this time, at least it was a step in the direction he wanted her to take. A fine mist of sweat collected along the contours of his arms. Hand wet from the wrist down as she rocked her hips rocked to fuck his fingers.

Selfish cunt. Knuckle deep in it even. Mother Night he loved the wretch. Crying into the muscle of his neck as she chased pleasure. He traded fingers, offering the deeper and wider combination of his index and forefinger. Thumb never skipping a beat in its ceaseless circles. Reaching into her now, parting his fingers slowly, tips curled in to touch the places that needed touching.

It worked. He felt the way she started to writhe before she went rigid. Voice a near whimper in his ear. Neck lassoed by her strong arms as she clung. All the air trapped in his lungs as she crushed him to her body. Isidore caught her jaw with his spare hand. Kissing his way to her mouth. He wanted that, at least that one thing before she bucked to completion then abandoned him. A proper kiss that plunged his tongue into her gorgeous mouth. Not long. Just a little taste. Something to lick from his lips while she rode the crest of her orgasm in a silence he found both fascinating and challenging.

Next time he would make her scream his name.

As she clenched around his soaked fingers Isidore stroked her hair. Then it was him clenching. Stomach cartwheeling down into his ballsack which pinched up in excitement. Now. Now, finally. It was so unexpected he hesitated as she shifted up. Creating the space for it to press into the liquid fire at her center. The head pounding as it slid by soft, soft lips and slick, slick skin. Entry made easy by the muscles that still spasmed. Designed to milk a man dry, but they worked just as well to draw one up into the depth of her core.

Face tipping up with a moan of pleasure Isidore was easy to press down into the mattress. But he hissed at the agony of trying not to thrust. Not yet. He waited. Back stiff and hips raised off the bed, eager to help her get as much of himself in as possible as quickly as possible. In this she didn’t make him wait. A few clever rolls of the hip bringing them fully together. He could just feel the end of her cunt at the tip of his spear.

Smiling as a tremble worked from her toes up Isidore pet her from shoulder to wrist then back. Hands ending their symmetry so that one could cup the extra fullness of a breast, and the other her hip. It was a fresh and glorious torture. Eulalie rising up to the very cusp of his spearhead then falling on it again. Face hovering over his with her hair a curtain around them. He rubbed his palm over her nipple. Steadying his breath so that he could make more than short gasps. Pinching it between his knuckles he leaned up to try stealing a kiss. ”Tailor made- nice and tight around the base. In a good way.”

Sucking his cheeks Isidore raised his hips again. A short stroke. And another. He grinned as his teeth carved a split on the inside of his bottom lip. ”Every bit of me is screaming to roll us over and drive into you until my balls are empty.” He told her roughly. Saying the words out loud made his muscles spasm. The root of his spear twitched, buttocks pulling together and abdomen making a hard curve of rippling muscles. Eyes on the wet gleam of his spear as it slipped free and plunged deep again. ”How does it feel?”

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Re: Six feet under [cw]
« Reply #28 on: May 13, 2019, 06:19:22 AM »

Eulalie couldn’t say he was wrong. All the hair on her arms standing upright from the passage of his hands. Nipples too, though he only touched one. Hip pressing into his fingers as she fit herself over every inch. Leaning over him so she brace herself against his chest. Feel the muscles there shift beneath her hands, pluck his nipple with her thumb, and dodge his seeking mouth. Not another. She could still feel his tongue from the last one.

Mother Night, he was not wrong. Isidore’s body bowed the meet hers. Head back, thighs tight as he lifted his hips up to meet her. She could feel the tension in his muscles as she curled her toes under and into them. His must of done the same, or maybe it was his heels. Forcing his hips higher so he could meet her faster. Once, twice. Eulalie gasped, hips tipping toward the sensation, hand sliding down his chest. Fingers slick with sweat, she traced the ridges of his stomach.

”You’re filthy.” She ground against him, thumb pressing into his navel as she leaned away. Head back, hair falling down her back she rode his twitching spear and watched him in the mirror. Hand braced on his thigh, Eulalie watched what each long rise and slower fall did to him. Felt it too, in all the places they were connected. She enjoyed, especially, the way his spearhead throbbed at the opening of her cunt. Held it there while she tugged his balls from his body.

She was breathless. ”Like a spear.” Better than the mindless cocks she rode when she couldn’t stand herself anymore. Slaves full of desperation. Possibly wanting the very same thing Isidore did, but too full of fear to take it. Eulalie wouldn’t have let them anyway. They were there for her pleasure and hers alone. Isidore was too, but for this moment their desires were almost aligned. Leaning back over him, Eulalie slipped her mouth over his ear, and his spear from her body.

”Yes. But slow and gentle.” Lips, teeth, tongue, all working the words into his ear as she flatted her body against his. Spear trapped between her thighs before she rolled off of him. Eulalie wanted to watch the way his back and ass moved as he brought to another orgasm. Thighs parting in welcome, she watched him settle between them with a soft moan. He really did believe he belonged there, and Eulalie’s body agreed, back arching so he could fill her again.

Her entire body was sweat slick. It gathered in the hollow of her throat and the valley between her breasts. Made her hands smooth as she ran them across her stomach and over her nipples. Up Isidore’s arms, where they clung, palms under, fingers reaching up the side of his bicep. He had a killers body. Thick with muscle and taut with desire. All of it focused on and controlled by her. Licking her lips, Eulalie watched him fight it. Eyes slipping from his face to the mirror, the space between their bodies where she could watch him fuck her.

Tight around the base indeed. Eulalie raised her hips to meet. To press the thickness deeper. Shoulders in the bed she panted, eyes closing as she focused on the sensation. The sight of his naked body burned into her eyelids. Eulalie jerked against him. What would it be like if she gave in? Let him, for just this moment of her climax, fuck her with all the abandon he wanted? Opening her eyes, Eulalie stroked his lower lip, drawing it downward so she could see the broken skin inside. His blood filling the air with zinc and power.

He couldn’t hurt her.

”Well?” She challenged, one eyebrow arching haughtily. Just this once. For just this moment. He couldn’t do anything that would stop the orgasm unwinding in her stomach.

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Re: Six feet under [cw]
« Reply #29 on: May 17, 2019, 10:48:35 AM »
Every stroke was a trial. More brutal to his flesh than the lash could ever be. Pleasure in the lines of his body Isidore’s throat worked up the primal songs of ecstasy. Inhaled gasps and guttural moans. The view twice as beautiful for being seen at two angles. Eulalie loved it, and the way her eyes ate him up spoke to both the passion and the violence in his heart. This was why men went to war.

To appease and protect and bring glory to beautiful creatures like the one clasped around his cock. Calling him names in the same breath she craned her neck up to watch him writhe under the steady thrum of her rocking. Muscles so tense they spasmed. Filling her when she was low, and making him pound when she was high. That part, and the strangled sounds it drove up his throat, made her eyes flash. Isidore had to abandon her body to clutch at the mattress top. No blankets to dig his fingertips into as his neck and back arched with each fresh instance.

The firm grip that fit around his balls to pluck them from their nest tight to his spear nearly drove him over the edge. A single thrust could have ended his waiting and wanting and wonderful misery. But he wanted more. And he wanted a next time. So he channeled his propensity to fight into refusing that urge. ”It is a spear.” He told her, eyes rolling back. Half in pleasure, half in annoyance. It was as simple as saying good or not. She would never give him the satisfaction of saying she enjoyed the way their bodies connected.

Isidore, thankfully, did not need to be told. Eulie bounced on his cock, reveling in the power of her body over his own. Then when he least expected it she lay on him again. Drawing a long complaint from his lips as she pressed her own over the lobe of his ear. Spear slicked out of its warm sheath to throb in the cool night air. Nostrils flaring in frustration he pinched both of her nipples at once. Grinding up at her in desperation. It was the end, though. It was just a scene change.

”Anything. Anyway you like.” He swore. Face tilting towards the spine tingling dance her mouth played on his ear. Skimming teeth and hot tongue tip dipping. He returned the caress with a knuckle between their bodies. Teasing her clitoris as she rolled away. The span of half a breath before he was running his hands across her spread thighs. Knees making shallow dips in the bed on either side of her hips. Thigh over thigh until his spear lay wet over the slick center of her cunt. He leaned in, tongue broad and flat to lap at one pert nipple then the next. Their hard tips dragging on the shape of his tongue.

He drank the sweat from between them. Smile soft in encouragement as she spread her fingers around the muscle of his arm. She liked the way it moved. And he liked the look it put on her face. In one motion he entered her again. The hitch of her hips helping him reach her depths. Resting his forehead just above her breast he did as she had bid. Slow and gentle. Thrusts timed until he found a pattern that made her thighs grip around his waist. Isidore growled, pressing kisses into her clavicle before he swallowed her nipple whole. The work of alternating tickles with just the tip of his tongue and short sucks took just enough focus to keep him from spilling his seed before either of them were ready.

When he glanced up she was watching. Eyes on the mirror, still glinting in victory. The change in her breathing the first sign that she was climbing to another orgasm. She countered his thrusts. Driving him in deeper. Fingers clutching a handful of her hair he bore his weight on the opposite arm to keep from pulling. Mouth popping free of her nipple he drank in the sight. Teeth flashing when she opened her eyes. Two fingers peeling down his lip to see the bloody spot he had made. It was a heady mix of emotion and activity. Hips working as his balls climbed in to squeeze around the root of his spear. He fed her each inch. Gently, as commanded.

Until the tethers on his pleasure were clipped in a single word. ”Praise Mother Night and this glorious witch.” He mumbled, hooking her knees in his elbows he gripped her shoulders for leverage. Strokes deeper. Faster. Desperate. He bucked and he moaned. The end of every thrust measured to keep from bruising her. Top lip baring his teeth in a snarl he fought the building strain in his body. From balls and ass to spear. All throbbing before he emptied. Buried as far as his spear could reach. Face in the crook of her neck he licked her skin, fingers petting the spots on her shoulders he had clung too. Weight fully on her a few seconds before he scooted to sprawl in the bed by her side. Hand possessive on her ass cheek he used the other arm as a pillow. Hand reaching across to stroke hair from her face.

That was worth the wait. Thank you.” He wanted to snuggle her close, and tried tentatively to see if it would be tolerated. He wanted to kiss her all night long too, but he knew she would reject that now that burning need was sated.
 

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