Testing boundaries [cw]

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Iskra Graves

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Testing boundaries [cw]
« on: July 14, 2019, 05:51:14 PM »

Contact muffled by layers and mittens, Iskra could barely feel Danger at her side, or his hand around hers. Physical sensation wasn't key at the moment, however. Submerged in a psychic link so she could show him the way she found the Winds. Sensing them from White down to Sapphire.

They grew stronger the Darker they descended. The White, which seemed to cross in more places than all others, was patchy and weak. Threads thinner than spidersilk and a dozen times more dangerous than a widow's fang. *Feel them?* Iskra asked, face turning toward his, though she had her eyes closed in concentration. The Sapphire Wind like the reins of a wild pony in her grasp.

*Here is the Sapphire. Your Ebon-grey would be faster, but I can't guide you on that. You have your shields?* Sometimes they were rough. Pyshic turbulence. What caused it, Iskra didn't know and didn't really care to think on. Her worries and interests more physical, relating to the body rather than the mind, though she knew they were linked, the Wind and what affected it was something else entirely.

*Now reach for Odense, but don't get yet.* Her fingers spread against his as if she could lead the way by touch. Psyche spreading down toward the city, landing web like a bright beacon in a stormy night. *Like a light house.* Iskra told him, leaning into his chest, which was more solid after five days of good feeding and rest. And attentive care from a healer. Plenty of supplies Winded up to the light house so she could douse him in brews.

Feeding him little bits of own power until she felt he was strong enough to recover quickly. *Got it?* She asked him. She'd taken him once or twice, letting Danger hold the shields while she guided them down the Wind to the city and then back again so he could grow used to the sensation. *Just like I showed you.* Iskra went first so he could follow. Craft carefully constructed and shared across the link she'd made iron tight between them. Not a single shield between her mind and his.

Her head throbbed, but this way there was no risk of something being lost between them. Sjefhjem casting the landing web in shadow. A passing house witch nearly dropping her basket of laundry at Iskra's arrival. Smile wan, she stepped aside and waited for him to join her. Shields keeping anyone else from joining them in the courtyard. No people, she promised. Just practice.

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Re: Testing boundaries
« Reply #1 on: July 14, 2019, 11:49:47 PM »
The Winds... In his boots Dangerís toes curled anxiously. Face turned up at the sky he squinted through a light mist of snowfall as if he could spot them with his naked eye. Because they were a blatant mystery to Danger, they made him nervous. A danger all on their own, he had never even considered learning their use. Why add to the risk they already presented? It had never mattered to him before. Didnít now, either, if he were being honest. Feet capable of bringing him wherever he wanted to go. As long as he was patient enough to walk there. That wasnít an adequate dose of logic for Iskra, however. He worried that her sudden insistence he learn to ride them was due in part to his near brush with a frigid grave. Guilt she shouldnít have been harboring at all making her forgo reason to make sure it was all his fault should it happen again.

He wanted very much to tell her that knowing how to take the Winds would not have helped. By the time he had tried to get to town he was too weak to take a Wind. And too derisive of his own failure to go burdening her for help anyway.

But he said nothing. Doing what she asked instead. A building seed of doubt weighing heavily in his stomach as he dressed in warm layers. Hand in hand he followed her outside. Where she asked him to do his least favorite thing- share a psychic link. It was not a pleasant sensation. Something akin to floating a leaky sky ship. No water to bail out, just the uncomfortable breeze of air flowing through where it did not belong. The strange wound in his psyche only guarded by the blasts of warning he shot through it. Twice as frantically with Iskra vulnerable toÖ well he didn't know what would happen if she poked around at it. Maybe she would fall through and never find her way out. Who could say? Not Danger.

His inner workings were not the point of her incursion, thankfully. Showing him the Winds up close and personal was. Swallowing a lump in his throat as if would hinder his speech Danger nodded at her closed eyes. *Yes.* Sort of. He could feel her feeling them. Worried about touching them himself. What he broke them? What if he crashed into someone on the other side? Or tripped flat on his face? Going somewhere you couldnít see before arriving seemed like a terrible idea. *OkayÖ* He followed her up the Winds. Touch tentative as he held the one she directed him towards. The seed in his stomach grew into a tree. *I donít know about thisÖ*

His shields were strong. Were they strong enough? How could he know without knowing what he would encounter on the Wind or landing web! Mumbling internally he turned back to Iskraís guidance. Following cautiously he sucked sharp, cold air in through his nose. The sound it made lost to him, but making the flurries billow away from them. This was a terrible, terrible idea. The landing web didnít feel like his lighthouse. Safe and resilient. It felt like a giant, glaring target on an unsuspecting city. Toe to heel he rocked nervously against her hand. Then her body. Which weighed against his chest, bringing him back to solid ground with a groan that he encased in a bubble.

This was important to her, he reminded himself. She would be upset if he didnít even try. Face strained he shrugged at her question. No! He did not get it. Was not sure he wanted to get it. The branches of his internal doubt tree shuddered in a storm of apprehension. Letting her hand go he rubbed his worn mittens against his eyelids. Skimming frost from his lashes and drying his lips out by licking them in the cold. *If you say so.* Just like she had shown him. Into the Wind after her, like a chase, except he couldnít see her up ahead. Only felt her along their link. Which lengthened in an odd psychic flux before she popped off onto the landing web. There was exactly enough time to think maybe it would be fine.

Before he crashed.

Painfully. Wind dropped in a panic when he realized he had overshot the landing web. He had not expected to fall. You started on the ground. You ended on the ground. How had he gotten into the air? It made no sense. But for a few seconds he was definitely airborne. Then he was eating brickwork. Courtyard hopped over, and the tall wall of a private garden slammed into instead. Clapping both hands over his mouth he tumbled headfirst, heels high. Elbows bruised. Knees popping. Darkness merciful in that nothing broke- and no one was there to watch him wobble back to his feet. Head spinning from the collision. * That hardly ever happens when I just walk.* He whined along the line. Feeling his way towards the house he peeked through some dormant shrubbery. Brown stalks not quite hiding him. *I have no idea where this is. Someoneís dead garden looks like.*

Iskra Graves

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Re: Testing boundaries
« Reply #2 on: July 15, 2019, 04:07:00 AM »

His grumblings were mostly ignored. Danger was always grumbling. Nothing was ever good, mostly always bad. Bad ideas. Terrible ideas. Ideas he wouldn't even consider. Sometimes when he was particularly ungracious, she wondered if he even liked her. Tempted to remind him that he didn't have to, whatever Darkness they were cut of.

But Iskra liked Danger. He was hers and inspired in her a sort of fierce possessiveness no one else had yet. So she didn't tempt fate, or his inclination to be utterly alone by giving him ideas. Instead she ignored his upset and tried dragging him out. Teaching him things she thought he should know to survive. Clever things that would see they weren't even as parted as they had been.

*I do say so.* And because she said so, he did. Iskra felt only a little guilty for talking him into something he obviously wasn't interested in learning. A guilt that turned into a worry as she waited. And waited. Landing web silent in front of her, house witch rushed off to hide. Danger didn't come. Hands tugging at her coat, Iskra looked around. Sharp eyes scanning the windows if the sjefhjem. Then the sky.

Jumping when the link between them flared to life again. Pain oozing down the thread. *What happened?!* Iskra whirled, eyes scanning the courtyard. No Danger. Iskra's probes rushed across the ground and out around the house. She tried borrowing Danger's eyes but that just made her feel nauseous. A beat of panic thumping along with her heart as she pulled her mittens off and scaled the wall of the yard, claws biting into the mortar while her fingers practically froze to the stones.

Crouching on the top of the wall, Iskra scanned the grounds, slowly standing upright so she could see farther. The sway of vegetation making her whirl and bare her teeth. *I see you!* She ran along the stones, tail bobbing beneath her skirts for balance, muttering to herself as went. Crouching again, Iskra grabbed the edge of the wall and slid down it, hopping off onto the ground with a faint stumble. Pulling the dead stalks of decorative grass aside, she peered at him with wide eyes.

*Are you okay?* Claws put away, she stroked his cheek. Smoothing away a rough patch as she waded into the grass with him. Hands and craft traveling his body in search of hurts as she nestled in close. *You've got to stop before letting go, silly.* Iskra kissed his cheek, all the places that smarted sussed out and attended to. The wild beat of fear in her heart slowed and grew quiet.

Funny that he should land there. Iskra only knew of one person so utterly capable of murdering a garden planted under Eydis' eye. And that was herself. *Do you want to go in for some lunch, or home? My room's just there.* Finger pointing over her shoulder to the tall, empty window. The tip an angry red from contact with cold stone and air.

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Re: Testing boundaries
« Reply #3 on: July 16, 2019, 08:43:45 PM »
*Nothing, just tripped.* Danger groused as he tried to get a grip on… well anything. Tongue bloodied by his teeth to keep from shouting. Vision spinning in white shots of light. Every joint in his body jarred. Breathing slowly to steady himself he reached his hands out to find the wall he had hit. Hand over hand he stuck his fingers in the mortar grooves. Lifting himself upright bit by bit until he was shoulder to the wall. Breath hissing through his parted teeth. Stirring up the snow flurries and bare limbed plants in the small garden. He was too embarrassed to tell her that he didn’t actually know what had happened. Or at least, not how he had ended up several yards from their destination.

Blinking he stumbled along the wall towards the house. Testing the flesh along his face for cuts and scrapes. A tiny smear of blood signaled less damage than he had expected. Although Danger was pretty sure his front teeth were loose in his gums. As the world came to a slow stop he swallowed a helping of Iskra’s anxiety. *I’m fine.* He assured her without knowing if he really was. It didn’t hurt when he breathed. There was no real bleeding. Just bruises. People didn’t die from bruises as far as he knew.

*Where?* Face turning up he squinted at the house, expecting to find her in one of the windows. Or balconies. Or a door even. Not rushing across the top of the wall like an escaping house pet. It made him grin, which made his face throb painfully. There was definitely a bruise on his nose. It was completely numb. Even in the cold. Thankfully his hands and chest seemed to have been spared by the extra padding of his warm clothing. Sweater under heavy coat and double layered mittens.

Lips rolling out he puckered his face at her sheepishly. *Probably. Walking and breathing fine.* He rested his arm across her shoulders as she stepped into his chest. An excuse to pet him to distraction while she plied him with craft. One he let her use. While none of his aches seemed concern worthy, there was a dull throb in his head and his shoulders were sticking to the fabric of his shirt beneath the other layers. They had taken most of the impact, after all. Eating the urge to sigh he shot her a narrow eyed glare instead. *I’m sure it’s that simple when you don’t have to think about a half dozen other things on top of stopping.*

Like bracing for the stop. Clenching your jaw so you don’t make a sound. Readying yourself for all the possible outcomes that way you can keep them from happening. That wasn’t Iskra’s trouble or worry, though. It was unique to Danger. Not a thing that could really be translated for other people. So he softened a sigh and rested his chin on the top of her head instead of explaining the unexplainable. Watching the grass wave wildly from the sound he couldn’t hear. *My head is killing.* He told her, poking at his temple with a mitten covered finger.

*I don’t know,* He said with exaggerated hesitance. Eyebrows lifting high on his face in mock concern. *Didn’t really go very well the last time I took you to your room.* The tease was just for the sake of teasing her, but Danger did really worry about going in. There were a lot of people in there. Innocent people that were just trying to get on with their day. Hard working people that didn’t need an inevitable slip of his tongue weighing on their anxieties.

But Iskra’s hands were cold. So was the tip of her nose. And Danger really, really, really didn’t want to get back on the Winds. Even if she were going to do the stopping. Eyes traveling up the outside of the house in uncertainty he sighed, *We can at least go in until you warm up. You look like the cherry on top.* Of what, he didn’t suggest. It was too cold, the subject too intimate, and the awkwardness of their budding relationship was too strong. Slipping her hand into his coat pocket he tipped his head to the house. *Come on wall runner. I’ll follow you. I’m not climbing on anything though.*

In the house it was much warmer. A heavy aura of calm and certainty made it a relaxing place to be. Even while he counted every person they passed. Knowing that a word or two could bring the house down on their heads. He wondered the same things up close as he did from the distance of his lighthouse windows. Did they have families? Love horses? Eat plums? Who were they, why, were there people that would miss them? *Quiet in here today.* He noticed suddenly. Not an auditory quietude, but a physical one. Like a heavy sheet had been thrown over the building. Tamping down the activity and the usual flurries of excitement that seemed to trail through the halls. *Has your queen gone some place?*

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Re: Testing boundaries
« Reply #4 on: July 19, 2019, 04:38:22 AM »

*Probably.* Iskra mocked gently. Lips parting she breathed him in as the weight of his arm settled across her shoulder. Bare hands warmed by the contact with his skin, cheeks and jaw stroked while her craft rolled over his body. Searching and soothing. *I wouldn't call what you just did walking.* More like a shamble, since it wasn't really a limp. Iskra's lips twitched in a smile. One she schooled away when he shot her a glare.

Always with the glaring and bad ideas. *Maybe if you focused more on stopping you would have to worry less about those other things. And running into walls.* She challenged his logic, hand sliding around his neck and down the back of his collar in concern. Sighing, Iskra concentrated her craft there, leaning into him as he propped his chin on her head. Her ear wiggled out from beneath its weight, making the knit hat pulled over her head bob suspiciously.

*I'll fix it.* Iskra promised against the rattle of Danger's sigh, craft sweeping up from his toes to swarm around his skull. It wasn't broken. At least no more broken than it usually was. Shields raised in defense against the constant throbbing now that they no longer rode the Winds. Petting his cheek, she wiggled out from under his chin so she could look at him. Hat tugged back into position when she noticed it was askew. *Better?* Reassured he wasn't still in pain, Iskra tried to get him inside where it was more and there was likely to be food.

She snorted at his eyebrows. Her own scowling at him. *Or maybe it went too well.* Cheeks pink with cold and embarrassment. Iskra still couldn't believe she'd fallen over in a faint from a simple kiss. Especially since Danger had done things much more worthy of fainting over after that. Though not lately. Everything between them seemed to be caught in a sort of lurch. Kisses hesitant and practically chaste. All the petting done above the waist and over clothes and no where exciting.

But they slept entangled together every night. And Iskra liked that too. *I'm not a cherry.* She laughed, but she was cold. Hands warm in his pocket. Nose tip only a little less so where it had touched him.  Iskra kissed his cheek and grinned, tugging him toward the house. *Its fine, they have doors.* Once it was decided on, Iskra wasted no time in getting him inside. She didn't want to risk him changing his mind.

Lunch begged off a kitchen maid when they passed her in the hall. To be delivered to Iskra's room as soon as possible. Whatever was easily on hand. Danger seemed to want to linger however. Looking at the people they passed in the hall, or who worked in rooms with the doors open. Business as usual in the house to Iskra, but something different to Danger. *Its not always in an uproar.* Just sometimes.

Fingers lacing with his, Iskra lead him up the stairs and toward her room. *Hmm?* Glancing at him, Iskra frowned. A quick probe of the house told her that Eydis was indeed not at home. Not an impossible occurrence, but Iskra always assumed she was. Usually she was home enough to know when the queen was going out. Somehow she had imagined life stopping when she wasn't present for it. *She's your queen too, isn't she? You're an Odense resident. Sort of.*

Iskra was trying to distract him while she decided how much she wanted to lie to him. She was very, very, certain Danger would be ready to leave once he knew Eydis was not at home to shield the house from him. And Iskra really, really, wanted some lunch and a change of clothes. She had missed her bathroom exceedingly. *She's working.* She told him, sucking on her cheeks. It wasn't really a lie. Eydis probably was working. Somewhere outside the house.

*Come on. If you save the kissing for inside, I'm much less likely to faint in the hallway.* Smile merry, she opened the door with a dramatic twist of her wrist and dragged him inside after her.

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Re: Testing boundaries
« Reply #5 on: July 19, 2019, 09:00:42 PM »
*When I worry less about those other things people die.* He reminded her with an internalized huff that quite nearly turned his warning into chidding. Faced with her cunning distractions and his own desire to be distracted it was hard to argue. Leaning into her wash of craft, and strong if short body, he let the fear of what hadnít happened- this time- go. Mostly. A flail of fabric that could only be her ear struggling for release made him tip his chin aside. Careful not to catch the other ear hidden beneath the dual padding of hat and hair.

Before Danger could trace the pain in his head down the link they shared it was gone. A swirl of Craft dancing up from his legs half convinced him it was the solution. But there was a faint nag where the headache had been. Mind trying to make the connection. For now it went unnoticed. There were other, more important things that sharing a link with Iskra had revealed. Like the answer to the question that had been sitting low in his stomach since they first made up.

She was not a virgin anymore.

*Hm?* Eyebrows popping up he gave her a guilty smirk, mind racing to catch up after being caught off guard. *Oh, right. Yes. Better thanks.* Danger had known for a few days. Time for it to sink in as fact. Mostly it was a massive relief. A weight off his shoulders to know her vulnerable Inner Webs were secure. It also calmed his unfounded fears that she would ask him to see her through. An impossibility, but one he desired so badly he was truly frightened that she could have convinced him to take the risk. There was more than just relief, though, there was a budding sort of anticipation in his chest. And an ache of jealousy too. Emotions he analyzed at length when they came to mind. She was not a virgin anymore, but they had not yet bridged the chasm of their last awkward encounter yet.

So he teased her when he would rather take her home to the overstuffed chair with low set arms. Teased her and told himself that taking her inside to her bedroom was only for getting her warmed up. *That would be a first.* Danger said, eyebrows still bobbing. *Too well isnít a way things typically go for, or with, me. Iíve never been told Iím a bad kisser, though, so hopefully it really was just the wine.* No one had ever complained about his other foreplay or actual sex either. The one time he had moaned the house down notwithstanding of course. It had certainly upset the witch, but she hadnít complained about the kissing.

*Youíre red as one.* He told her, *Sometimes sweet as one too.* When she wasnít fussing him into doing mad things like ride the Winds when he had a pair of perfectly good feet in his boots. Leaning towards her lips for half a second he followed her towards the house. Trying not to tumble over as she tugged at his hand. In through a service door they swept through the servant wing of the house in a hurry. Food catching his nose but not his attention. Which was all on Iskra. Letting her lead him and distract him as he fretted about the people they passed. A ball of energy that didnít let him linger overlong the potentiality of victimizing every footman they passed.

On the staircase he noticed the difference. A touch of something lacking in the air. Or extra of something that drowned out the unnameable thing his senses sought. Instinctively he knew it was related to the old queen. Question posed to Iskra just so she could turn it around on him with a question of her own rather than answering. Eyes narrowing in suspicion he shook his head whens he glanced back at him. Feet slowing marginally as they moved from staircase to hallway. *No. Youíre my queen. Sheís yours though, so I guess queen by association.*

She had no hold on Dangerís heart, though. No command of his mind. If he had loyalty to give it was not for her to have. Respect, admiration, a bit of awe, yes, but she was not his. Nor he hers. That was a fact established long before he found those things in Iskra. *That doesnít answer my question.* He told her. Frown furrowing deeper at her actual answer, *Neither does that* For all his arguing that she was not his queen it did concern him not to know where she was. Distance made his visiting much more dangerous. He was tempted to leave, but Iskra had already asked for food. Leaving before eating would be rude.

*Oh, speaking from experience?* He asked as she pulled him into the bedroom. It was much like the one he had occupied on that strange but wonderful night. Only grander in subtle touches. Finer fabrics used to cloth the bed and cover the windows. Carpets richer in their pile though the color was the same. Furniture beautiful without being ostentatious. Hovering right inside the doorway he put both hands in his pockets. Toe digging into the floor as he looked Iskra over. *Kiss a lot of people in here then?* It had not occurred to him until just then. That her bedroom had most likely been the place where her Virgin Night was spent. Running a sloppy probe through the space he tested for the flavor of Ďotherí. Anyone not Iskra staining the walls or the bedframe. He was not skilled enough to pry deep. If there were clues they were lost to the heartwitches scrubbing. At least lost to Danger.

Putting his envy away he slipped over to Iskra, hands greedy on her elbows. Greedy to pull flush to his front for closeness. *Donít answer that.* He decided. Body tipping towards her he stole a few awkward kisses across her cheeks and mouth. Those were the only ones he wanted to think about. *How long until they come up?* Just so he wouldnít be startled, that was the only reason it mattered.

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Re: Testing boundaries
« Reply #6 on: July 19, 2019, 10:22:13 PM »

*No.* She agreed, fingers walking across his skin. *You're not a bad kisser at all.* Forehead and cheek brushing against him, Iskra wished she could reassure him about all the others things too. But there was so much bad in his past she didn't know about. Evidence of it written on his skin and in rumors. But Danger didn't talk to her about those things outside vague warnings. Or not so vague warnings.

People died. He wasn't the danger prince because of the obnoxious throbbing at his barriers, but because of his voice. Iskra just had morw faith in him than Danger did. Hands still half in his pocket, she drug him along to the house. *I'll be sweeter inside where its warm.* Face rubbed against her shoulder. There was ice on her jacket, which broke against her face and did nothing to help with the cold or the redness.

Cajoling and forcing him in turn, Iskra got them both inside. And through the hallways that threatened to turn him away. She could have sworn he was counting the people they passed. Another bad idea working up to a full on refusal. So she didn't let him linger, and tried not to let him think too much. He always overthought everything. Feet really dragging when he noticed the lack of presence that came with Eydis departure.

Iskra just didn't want him to know thats what caused it. Twisting it around on him to change the subject. Blushing, she shot a grin at him over her shoulder. She was his queen. It made something in her stomach tighten and tremble. She was someones queen. Forever. Which meant she needed to be a good one. Danger was depending on her. *Very diplomatic of you.* Full of elation and dread, Iskra warred with her emotions while trying to find a lie that was not a lie. She didn't want to lie to him. But she didn't want him to run either.

*Well its all the answer I have. She doesn't report to me, you know.* Her door was so close. Turning toward him, Iskra walked backwards and kept a tight hold on Danger. *More like the other way around.* Stay, she begged him silently, turning to open the door to her room. Grateful that kissing diverted his attention. Even if it took a direction Iskra hadn't expected. Pulling him in behind her, she frowned, hand releasing his pocket to tangle briefly with his fingers.

Her lips thinned, pressed between her teeth before they puckered outward. Shaking her head, Iskra shrugged and nudge the door shut behind them. *Seemed logical to me.* She teased him, flushing at his other question. Hands pushing down her hips, Iskra shrugged. Saved from having to answer by his asking her not to at all. His skulking in the doorway given up for pulling her in.

*Okay.* Iskra ran her palms over his arms and let him. Happy to crane her neck and tip her face up to his kisses. Lios warm across her cheek. Sweeter across her lips. Slipping into the space between their bodies, Iskra popped the buttons of her coat open. *I don't know. Not long enough, probably."* Her lips plucked at his, sucking his lower lip into her mouth as she rolled her shoulders free of her coat.

Letting it fall to the ground, Iskra wrapped her arms around Danger's neck and really kissed him. With all the hungry yearning she'd been harboring in the pit of her stomach. Suppressed by worry. For his health. Their strange relationship. But not was different. They were warm and about to be fed after already eating. and he'd only been a little hurt by his rough landing. So Iskra licked his bottom lip before fitting hers against him. Tongue intrusive in its curiosity.

*I have a very big private shower.* She invite, fingers sliding through the hair behind his ear. Breasts flattened to him. Her free hand traveled over his shoulder to help with his coat. Ready for there to be less layers between them, however many he was comfortable with. *They can leave the tray on a table.* She tempted.

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Re: Testing boundaries
« Reply #7 on: July 20, 2019, 06:01:13 PM »
Mouth pooling to one side Danger squinted harder at Iskra. Expression thoughtful but light. *I guess that is true.* Eydis was in charge of the whole city. If she had to rush out to doÖ whatever queens did when they werenít curled up in lighthouses, then she didnít have to tell Iskra. Didnít have to tell anyone. He didnít know what the rules were, if there were any. He didnít even know how a queen was chosen in a city. Iskra might very well never be the one people reported to.

Would never need to be shared with a court of males who could do the job he was unfit for. Males he couldnít bare to think about while she was leading him into her bedroom with that pleading look settled along her eyebrows. There was no fumbling at the door. An illusion of privacy granted by the door. Making them both breath a little bit easier. He understood why she wanted to be here. In the hub of the city, with the people she was familiar with, at home in a room where all her things sat waiting. That was natural. Just as his concern for the lives he risked by being there was natural. Lives that were easier to push farther from his mind when they were out of his sight.

Or rather, when Iskra could dominate his sight. Which she did. Turning pink at his question. Nervous hands brushing over her coat as she hedged. Relaxing again when he decided not knowing was better for them both. Why make her think of other men when they were alone together? Days of chaste petting and kisses fit for grandmothers already made him worry that there were other men on her mind. Even when she was curled across his chest at night. Both struggling to reignite the heat his tail pulling had ruined. The added potential of how far their touching could go now only complicated things more. Plentiful touches, flirting, teasing, fingers almost always linked. And he still couldnít bring his mouth to open over hers uninvited.

An invitation that he knew was unfair to hope for from a woman still blooming up from girlhood. He thought Iskra was trying, though. At least he hoped that was her intent as she turned her face up to his kisses. That was all the encouragement he needed. Mouth closed but lingering over her bottom lip as she parted the front of her coat. *Long enough for what?* He asked with ticklish lines of interest wiggling along their thread for hints. Hands working up her back he helped peel her arms free of her sleeves. Trying the same path along her spine in reverse with less layers between them he leaned into her deepened kiss.

A groan bubbled in his throat. Prompting him to cup her ears with his hands. Shields saving them from the sound. She brushed her tongue across his lip, and he swallowed it up. Warm and strong as he coaxed it into twirling with his own. Kiss stretched but interrupted by a smile as he clung a little tighter around her waist. He sipped at her lip in small plucks as she broke free to speak. The heels of his palms kneading into her hip bones as he tried to brush by her words to get back to the kissing. They were important words though. Words that needed answering.

*...* Nervous energy swarmed the thread from Dangerís end. A shower seemed like a big step. It was a step in the direction he wanted to go, but the last time he had bounded off to chase pleasure heíd thrown them both off an emotional cliff. *Are you sure?* Sure, sure his eyes begged. Because he wanted her to be, but also didnít want to push. Turning to his coat he let her work it down his shoulders to drop on the floor with hers. Gaze darting back to the queen-healer a thousand times. Stomach an anxious knot under his belly button.

Hands cupping her jaw he bowed down to kiss her again. *Letís see just how big this shower is, then.* Danger agreed as she lead the way. A much shorter walk this time. Fingers woven together as he hesitated by the doorway again. Another layer of privacy put between them and the world. It really was a big bathroom. With the biggest shower he had ever seen. Nothing like the simple water spicket sticking out of his bathroom wall. He spared a few glances for the ceramic tiles, and traced the support beams with curious eyes before giving all his attention back to Iskra. This was the part where they undressed. At least his stomach curled and ached with the anticipation of nakedness.

Instead of worrying about his clothes he sidled up to help Iskra out of hers. *Do mine. Iíll do yours.* Fingers lead to the buttons on his shirt he stole a short kiss. It was easier to take someone elseís clothes off than it was to strip yourself while they watched. Especially if you were trembling to see how they reacted to your body. *Start the water first, so itíll be just right when we get in.*

Iskra Graves

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Re: Testing boundaries
« Reply #8 on: July 21, 2019, 08:22:52 AM »

His mouth lingered over hers. Lips closed but soft. Iskra was careful to keep her face still while she unbuttoned her coat so the contact wasn't broken. *Whatever we want.* Answer vague but not elusive as she worked her arms free of her coat. Danger's hands like his interest, flowing down her body to help. Lips parting on a sigh, Iskra rose on her tip toes to wrap her arms around his neck.

Danger leaned in. Hands traveling down her spine and then up to cup her ears. They twitched under his palms, flattened against her skull as she felt rather than heard his groan. Like a soft breeze through the room created by an opening door. No damage done, and his pleasure made her toes curl. Tongue sliding across his lip until he drew it into his mouth. Iskra arched. Nipples tightening and thighs squeezing together. It was like a lightning strike. Pins and needles down her body.

Elbows tucked over his shoulders, Iskra chased his tongue with her own. Felt the hard lines of his teeth, and the seam along the roof of his mouth. Tasted blood and morning coffee as desire bubbled up in her stomach and made her hips rocking in his hands. Glad to be pressed flush against him. Hungry for more contact. But less clothes. Danger wasn't as certain. Link twisting with nervous energy. Hand sliding over his chest, Iskra drew circles just below his throat and tried not to worry at the hesitation.

*Very.* Very, very. Gaze shy but hands less so as she opened his coat and slid if from his body. Forgotten on the floor with her own. Breathing uneven as she tried to gauge his mood without giving in wholly to her own. The worry or the lust. Eyes sweeping closed as he strokes her jaw and drew her back in for another kiss. Her fingers curled into the sides of his shirt, holding Danger to her while she drew his lower lip into her mouth, catching it between her teeth and tongue.

*Okay.* Breathless and eager, Iskra ignore the trepidation edging up her spine. The line they had been treading for days on end about to be obliterated. She held on tight, waiting in agony as he hesitated at the doorway. Eyes on everything but her. What the bathroom too much? Was she too little? Ears and tail exotic until they were full exposed. And then what were they? What was she? Did he regret being bound to a freak of a queen?

She shivered a little, waiting for him to finish judging the room. To decide if the idea was too much of a bad one to follow through with. Hand pulling her hat from her head, tail curling between her thighs and up around her waist. Hiding. When he finally looked at her, Iskra thought she might die. Cheeks flaming, smile unsteady as she searched his face for answers. Finding them in the hands he placed on her. Bossing her gently.

Sucking in a breath, Iskra nodded. Fingers fumbling with his buttons. Body humming with anticipation. There was something amazingly erotic about being undressed while she did the same to him. Slips of skin slowly exposed. No way to control which parts of her body he undressed first. All of her aching and terrified both to he exposed to him. Pulling his shirt free some his arms, Iskra leaned in to kiss him. *Okay.*

Okay. Okay. She sounded like an idiot. Craft turning the water on. Mouth trailing down his chin to his neck. Knuckles skimming his stomach as she reached for his pants. Lips crossing the scars on his neck gently, hands shaking so hard she could barely get her pants down his hips. Her body burning with every inch exposed to the air. *Danger.* Tail waving madly in agitation Iskra fought a sudden bout of violent modesty by clinging to him.

His body was like a hot coal against her own. Even in the warm steam that had begun to fill the room. Moaning against his cheek, Iskra pressed a kiss there and drew her fingers down his spine. Watching them slide down his skin in the mirror. She kissed him. Lips caught hard between their teeth by the fierceness, hands working nervously down her tail as she stepped back. Fingers stroking a shield into the fur. She didn't like how it pulled against her spine when went.

Something similar brushed up her ears as she looked him over. Heart hammering, each breath felt at the tips of her breasts. "Oh Mother." Shuddering, Iskra stepped backward into the shower, hand reaching to draw him in after her. The patter of warm water against her skin making her flinch and twitch. Eyes watching. Waiting for his reaction. Was it too much? Too different? Or did he still want her? Was it with the same stomach twisting need she wanted him with?

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Re: Testing boundaries
« Reply #9 on: July 21, 2019, 08:42:07 PM »
The room wasnít particularly cold to Danger. So he wasnít sure why Iskraís shoulders gave a tremble or why she looked at him that way. Eyes giant wells of emotion he didnít have the skillset to judge. Not a happy look, he decided. Nervous, upset, anxious. A sudden surgance of sense? This was far from a good idea. He was just about the most dangerous thing a girl could do. But it could feel really damn good if he just managed to keep his mouth shut. Which, luckily, didnít have to equate to shutting up. If anything she looked in need of reassurance. *You can change your mind. Anytime.*

He would be careful. Gentle. Listen better to the signs of her willingness. Sex with other people did not make her ready to go that far with him. Even if she was eager to ply his buttons through their holes. Fingertips trailing down his chest as she opened the front of his shirt bit by bit. Every button stirring his spear a little more. Danger worked around her in short spurts. Nuzzling her shoulder or her cheek or whatever parts brushed by as he dipped to sweep the top skirt from her bundle. As he lifted it to her waist a dozen gauzier skirts beneath fell back in place. Fingers gathering the fabric he raised it to her hips, then up her torso. Pulling it over her head in the pause between her undoing of his last button and the shedding of his shirt. Both peeling sleeves down one another's arms. The view of her soft chemise covered by her face as she tipped towards him with hungry lips and agreement.

The shower started behind his back. Danger could feel the change in the air. Humidity that swallowed up the last tendrils of chilly winter that clung to their hair and clothes. It enveloped the room in damp heat that fueled the already titillating tensions. He could feel the way Iskraís hands trembled. Mouth warm on its path down his throat as he arched his hips to help her shove his pants down. Toes catching the fabric to step on the hems. Working them down farther. Until he was standing there in just his undershorts. Fingers curled around the overlapping waistbands of half a dozen skirts he tugged her close. Then tugged the whole lot down. More layers than he cared to count added to the growing pile on the floor. As he bent to help her foot through the leg of her trousers he caught a glance in the mirror.

Bare backside nearly obscured by the hot fog. But it was all there. Dark hair tumbling down her shoulders. Tail raised up to whip through the air. He could feel the pressure of blood pulsing in his head. An almost sound that made him want to pop his ears. Hands itching to test the length of her tail and softness of its fur he stood up to tuck his attention into the nook of her neck but found her looking for the same hiding spot in reverse. Catching her flush to his front Danger lost control of a breathless chuckle that made the mirror rattle.

Wrapping his arms around her he breathed in the oils that the warm air pulled from her skin. Nose to her temple as he rubbed a circle in the arch of her back. *Do you want me to wait in the other room?* The question was forced down the line. He didnít want to wait, he wanted to stay. To touch. To kiss and taste and wonder what sweet noises she was making when her expressions changed. But they werenít in his lighthouse, where she could run away if he pushed too far. This was her house and he would crumble to pieces if she told him to leave.

Her answer was a tightened grip and a sound he couldnít hear. Vibrations felt along his cheek before her lips turned to mark the same spot. Danger turned them so he could count the steps to the shower. They were almost there. So close that escaping water droplets fell on his hand, and the curve of her buttcheek. Greedy eyes peering over her shoulder to see. While Iskra had her turn admiring the reflection of their bodies molded together. He worked a few kisses across her shoulder heading towards her mouth, but Iskra met him halfway. A quick but passionate kiss that tied his insides into knots. They tightened to pull painfully at his balls when she stepped back.

Cupping the ache through the thin layer of cotton he drank her up with greedy eyes. Tail in her hands as she pet Craft into the fur. Massive blue eyes turned up at him under the shadow of heavy lashes. Chemise made sheer by the dampness of the steam. Reaching out he plucked it off with the help of his Sapphire. Two rudy peaks the reward for his boldness. She was the perfect image of temptation. Spear straining at its barrier Danger realized he would have been just as crazy for Iskra even without the bond. It frightened and inspired him in turn. Folding his shorts down he kicked  them away. Then let her have a proper look.

A blush deepened the color across the bridge of his nose. Not exactly shyness. Weaving his fingers together he rested them on top of his head. Body on display. Steady meals and sneaky healing craft had helped fill in the pits and valleys that didnít belong. Danger was lean, he thought he would always be, but he wasnít the same sorry sight he had been a week, or two, before. The muscles of his stomach rolled down into the muscles of his groin. And his spear rose up from the center to hover over his navel. Proud of itself and strong. Redder than the rest of his skin. A bed of dark hair hiding the places that throbbed the worst.

*What?* Laugh almost nervous he lowered his arms, fighting the temptation to hide himself. He didnít know what she said. Lips moving as she slipped into the water. But he thought it must have been something good. Taking the hand she held out for him Danger joined her under the water. Shoulders rising up under the heat. He pressed in close despite the size of the shower. Mouth finding hers and sucking the water away so he could have her lip. *Youíre so beautiful.*

Thumb tracing a nipple he skimmed her teeth with his tongue. Before he got too sidetracked he broke free, licking her flavor from his mouth and stealing a few more pecks. *Can you tell the kitchen to just leave it in the room without knocking? Iíd feel a lot better if I could do an aural shield on your ears. Bathrooms echo.*

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Re: Testing boundaries
« Reply #10 on: July 22, 2019, 04:18:44 AM »

She wanted to catch him half a dozen times. To press him to her. Cheeks and nose and lips skimming her body as he undressed her. The way he dragged her close by the waistbands of her skirts made heat pool between her hips. Close was just where she wanted to be. Fingers stroking her hair as he knelt to pull her layered skirts down. Knuckles sliding over her hips and thighs.

Thighs that pressed tight and hips that rocked toward him. Fingers replaced by clinging arms as he stood. Both of them turning to hide against the other until they were nearly one body interlocked. Danger laughed. A sound that made the mirror vibrate and Iskra's ears flatten. It was hard to hear the voice beneath the craft, and Iskra so wanted to. Was it deep? Sweet, like Danger himself?

*No.* Answer quick and sure. She wanted him no where that was not there with her. There where she could watch the play of muscles across his back in the mirror. Her eyes dark when she looked back at herself. Needy fingers working across his skin which grew moist beneath their tips. Humidity making the air thick and heavy. It was nearly too much. Kissing him, Iskra moved backward. Back toward the warm spray of water.

Danger just a few steps behind her. Watching her put shields up with hungry eyes before he reached out and plucked her last line of defense from her body, leaving her naked before him. It made Iskra blush. And blush harder as he rolled the rest of his clothing down his legs. Spear free to rise up and lay itself against his stomach. The way he reached up to cup his hands over his head made Iskra smile. Like he wanted her to look. To look long and hard. Which was exactly what his spear was.

*Nothing.* It was different to see it than to feel it. Now she knew and there was no way to pretend otherwise. Iskra still reached for him. Still wanted him even though the knot of anxiety in her stomach knew he'd never fit without pain. And probably a lot of it. But Iskra knew there was plenty they could do without that. They'd done it before, once. This time it would be easier. A whole lot less clothing to work around.

Hand taken, Danger followed her in. Shoulder hunching against the water, her leaned in over Iskra. More kissing, and compliments that made her curl her fingers in his hair. Any praise or thanks she might have given him yanked away as his thumb slid over her nipple. Iskra's whole body followed it. Gasping, her grip tightened, all of her swaying after his thumb as the invisible bundles if nerves that lived in her body bunched tight as one.

Lips parted, Iskra tried to breathe. And not rio Danger's hair out at the roots. *I can try.* Secondary thread hard to anchor when she was distracted. Heart pounding, stomach quivering in need. She nearly swarmed the first witch she found. Thread heavy handed and urgent, leaving surprise and amusement behind as Iskra retreated. *Done.* She panted, leaning back in so she could kiss him again. And be kissed back.

Hand sliding down his front. Fingers dipping into each swell. Stroking his side and cupping his hip. Thumb sliding between his spear and his stomach to dip into his belly button. Iskra arched toward him. Arm around his neck to keep him close and help her keep her upright. *You're beautiful too.* She told him. mouth hungry on his. Iskra sucked his bottom lip, and then his tongue, fingers circling his spear. The base of it cupped in her palm. She squeezed, and then slid her hand upward, palm rolled over the tip.

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Re: Testing boundaries
« Reply #11 on: July 23, 2019, 03:05:02 PM »
Warm water fell on warmer skin. A downpour that was mimicked by his memory. Drop by drop falling into place. The way Iskraís top lift felt on the tip of his tongue reminding him of her weight across his lap. A caress to her nipple driving her towards him just as it had before. He wasnít sure if it was a comfort or a worry. That so little was different after everything had changed. He pushed away the petty question at the back of his heart. Had she thrust and mewled for the other man too? Knowing would be a bad idea. Jealousy and protectiveness both ready to stir at just the imagination of either answer.

There was no other man here now. Just Danger to tempt and be tempted. And he was more than ready. No clothing between them this time. No boundary he might destroy her by crossing. Secrets and scars laid out. Neither flinching from the reality of what the other was. Instead they gravitated towards one another. Lips only parting so he could focus. Small tasks that, once out of the way, would let them fully immerse in one another again. Bending into the pull of her hungry hands on his hair Danger sucked at her neck while she tried to reach the kitchen on a thread. Tongue unwittingly turning it to a trial as he explored the muscles that connected to her collarbone. When she was finished he nodded, their heads nearly bumping as both swept in to lock their lips. *Good.*

No interruptions this time. It made his hands shake as he kneaded her hips. Spear eager to seek refuge in the hollow of her thigh. There had been no time for relief between his bout of depression and Iskraís constant presence. His one attempt in the shower cut short by the worry he would be caught. Quiet was hard, and got harder the longer he went without a reprieve. Iskra there to curl up with at the end of every day was the trade off. So he soldiered on. Any regrets he might have fostered deep down washed out by the shower head now.

The fingers that trailed to his navel turned Dangerís kisses frantic. Stomach following her decent in a quivering heap. Lips plucking along her jaw just to stop suddenly at the corner of her mouth. Unfinished kiss hovering in anticipation as the gap between spear and stomach filled with her fingertips. The arch of her back closed the space. Knuckles brushing along the top of his spear. Smooth pebbles that were just enough to make him want more. A soft moan slithered up his spine as she turned her hand. The shield that caught it shared between their mouths for half a second before he vanished it to his cabinet. Which reminded him- shields for her ears. He leaned back to see. One at a time, cupped by both hands while he structured a strong shield that he wove into the Craft she had used to protected her fur from the water. *There.* He said in a rush, letting his fingertips trace the tips of her ears with a grin.

Now it wouldnít leave her ears ringing if he forgot to swallow a moan. She kissed him again. Returning his compliment as she claimed his bottom lip. Dipping one hand into her hair he found her breast with the other. The perfect size to be covered by his palm. Danger liked the way the tip of her nipple tickled as he rolled it from whorls to heel. A light pinch coaxing it to lengthen as his knees threatened to buckle under her exploratory squeeze. Face sinking to her throat he hissed silently. Hand deep in her curls so he could cradle her skull. Teeth eager to pluck at the muscles his lips pressed to but he remembered the stroke of craft she had used to ease the pinch of his love bites before. It was not something she found pleasure in.

And the way she touched him made pleasure seem like the key to existence. The pulse he found under his tongue was charged with a hunger he knew how to satisfy. This, this was something he knew how to do even with his limited practical experience. Hips following the motion of her hand he sucked shower water from the cup at the base of her neck. Too tall to easily reach the puckered points he wanted to tease. So he bent low to catch her knees under his hands. Trying to encourage her to wrap them around his waist. Mouth on fire as he latch to one nipple for a flurry of tongue strokes then blazed a path to give the other equal treatment. He held her tight as he tried to lift her up. Body throbbing to the rhythm of his breath. Pores open in the heat and soaking up their joint desire. It felt like he would die. Die to press the sensitive base of his spear to her slick center. Die if he couldnít. A thousand deaths that would either burn him to ash or turn him to molten pleasure. *Mother Night I didnít know I could want anything as badly as I want you right now.* Even along the thread his voice shook with the force of emotion roaring up in his chest.

He wished he could pocket the shower the way he did his sounds. Wrap them in a bubble and freeze that mood and moment forever. Suspend it into infinity. Or at the very least spirit her away to his own bed in his own quiet house where no one had ever come knocking except Iskra. To fill her up on him until there was no room left for anyone else. The usually ignored seed of greed and jealousy that lived in his heart sang at the idea. The terrible, horrible, very bad idea. One that he was the one trying to seduce her into this time. Tongue turning its flicks into a suckle he found the curls between her thighs. The mound of her sex cupped by his fingers while he parted her lower to reach her clitoris with the heavy pad of his thumb. Circles that matched the swirl of his tongue on her breast and the stroke of his hips as he rocked into her hand. *In?* He pleaded. She had begged him to before. There was no more danger in it now.

Iskra Graves

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Re: Testing boundaries [cw]
« Reply #12 on: July 24, 2019, 04:14:08 AM »

His mouth was a distraction. As was his body. Shower water making their bodies slick, so that when they touched, they slid. Danger's mouth another layer of wetness. Disrupting her thread and distracting her from the task he'd set. Lips in his hair, Iskra held him tight and sighed. She didn't want to speak to the kitchen staff. She wanted to leaned forward on her curled toes and see what it felt like to let her body glide across his.

But these few moments of frustration meant less interruptions later. Kneading his scalp, Iskra managed, barely. And would probably need to apologize later, but Danger's mouth was waiting for her at the end. Noses brushing as they both turned at the same time to resume kissing. And touching. His fingers pressing in around her hip bones. Drawing her close so that his spear brushed against her. A warm tickle across her stomach, as if it wanted to mirror what her hands did.

Teasing along Danger's abdomen, sneaking between his spear and his navel. Thumb running up through crisp hair softened by water until it dipped into his navel. His mouth drawing her closer until her spear was caught between their bodies. And then caught in her hand. Held tight while Danger leaned back to work shields over her ears. The same as the one that had kept their mouths apart. Sound caught and put away. Iskra always forgot to ask where, and she did again as he ran his fingers over her ears. It tightened the hard knot in her stomach. And the hard knots at the tip of each breast.

Breathing shallow, Iskra looked from his grinning face to the spear in her palm, ears focused on him. *Tickles.* Not really, but the sensation was similar enough. Prying her eyes away, she leaned back in to kiss him. Blocking the sight of his spear with her body. It looked even bigger in her hand than it did straining against his stomach. To put her nervousness away, Iskra sucked his tongue and gave his spear a long stroke. Lifting up toward the places Danger touched in return.

Hair tangled, breast cupped. She moaned around his bottom lip, hips rocking forward. Panting, Iskra let her head fall back against the shower wall. Hair following so that he had unfettered access to her neck, which he kissed and sucked while still cradling her head. Iskra liked the way his palm felt cupped at the base of her skull. The way his fingers felt spread through her hair. And the way his tongue lapped water from her throat. Thighs rubbing together, Iskra squirmed and renewed her spear petting with new vigor, grinning through a hiss as his thrust into her palm.

*Where are you going?* She whined as he dipped too lower for her reach. Spear head slipping free from the circle of her fingers. Iskra pet his shoulder and face instead, lifting her weak knees as directed, legs hooking around his waist. His spear brushed against her. Thigh first and then along the side of her sex. Impossibly warm and smooth and threatening. Her hips still rocked toward it. Too stupid to remember the pain it could inflict. Especially when he did that! Iskra bucked, catching his face in her hands. "Danger!" Her cry echoed back to her, just as he'd predicted.

Iskra bucked again, elbows pushing against the wall so she could keep her breasts near him. In his mouth close. *Oooh.* She shuddered, pulling his face up to hers so she could kiss him. Pour all her appreciation into him through her tongue and the drag of her teeth across his bottom lip. And then she put him back to her breast, one hand holding tight to his neck as she slipped the other between their bodies. Enough room to stroke him again. Pace matching the flicks of his tongue. Fingers squeezing and kneading when he sucked.

Thighs slipping around his hips, Iskra bumped against the wall to drive herself back to him. And then arched as he too slid a hand between them. Fingers parting the slick center of her with ease. Iskra bit his hair and kissed his temple, her body body a sudden flurry at what was to come. It had felt so damn good the first time he'd done it. Even her tail was excited, curling up her calf where it was wrapped over his thigh. Iskra moaned, clit sending a pulse through her body. Matched by the one that throbbed outward from her nipple.

*Yes, yes, yes.* She squirmed. It was hard to hold tight to him and open herself up at the same time. Thighs spread so her knees could hook his thrusting hips, but clenched tight for grip. The space between their bodies a shifting thing. Filled by Danger and then by Iskra. Her arm filling a gap so she could fondle the very base of his spear, and then squeeze its length upward. And then it was her turn to rock. Moan low, body tense, she pressed herself into his fingers. The very first dip inward was her favorite. Nerve endings stroked to high alert.

His fingers, at least, fit very nicely inside her. So nicely that her thighs shook right of his hips. Whimpering, Iskra leaned back against the wall. Breathless and shaking. Nipples tingling without his mouth on them. But this made it easier to tilt her hips up, legs spread and toes curled in pleasure. And now she could put her mouth on him. Chest and shoulders. Sucking at the ring around his neck and the lobe of his ear. Hand frantic on his spear as she rode his fingers. Tail creeping up between their bodies and circling him arm as her body threatened to climax.

She wasn't ready! There would be mode pleasure but she wasn't done with this pleasure. Moaning against his mouth, Iskra kissed him. Holding tight to his spear and tweaking his nipple as she squeezed his fingers in a quick, fierce orgasm.

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Re: Testing boundaries [cw]
« Reply #13 on: July 29, 2019, 05:49:22 PM »
A firm touch from trembling base to pulsing tip made Danger’s balls lurch upward on a thread. They wanted stroking too, wanted it so badly in fact that his stomach twisted up in knots of sympathy. Hiss silenced by a mouthful of water he glanced up at Iskra’s face. The curve of her jaw blocked his view but he wasn’t ready to give up her throat yet. Long strands of her hair flowed between his fingers in a mingled cascade of hair and water. Clumps clinging to the shower tiles in waved patterns and bending rivers. Body bowed towards pleasure with a tentative boldness he found twice as endearing as amusing. A feline sort of curiosity that had her ready to stick her nose in just about anything, while still ready to bound away in a single leap.

Not that she seemed poised to leap away from his kissing. Neck arched back she took fast, shallow breaths. A sweet compliment to the fast, steady pass of her hand. Danger leaned into each stroke so that each one pressed into the hidden root of muscle beneath the skin. Contented by the touch because it gave slivers of relief while building up the promise of more. And because it was his queen’s hand on his spear, eager and interested.  Which put him in a mind to make her eager and interested for more.

*Right here.* Tone playful against her complaint he sacrificed his pleasure for a different sort. Less direct, but twice as sweet since it belonged to Iskra  but was caused by his mouth. Pliant to his adamant tugging she let him lift her up. Legs catching his waist. Opening a soft crease to bury his agonized spear in. Slick from the shower; hot from her skin. Always a nice place to grind against. This time the sensation was tenfold. No hard seams rubbing him raw or fabric pinning him down. Skin on skin that was trapped and released and stroked by as she rocked. It made his head spin but didn’t interrupt the focus he had turned to her breast.

Shoulder blades pointed he bent down to slip the first between his teeth. She let him get a few quick licks in before cupping his cheeks. Gaze flicking up he tracked the movements of her mouth. Danger. There was an irony to the name that made him laugh on the inside. Sound shoved down to keep from losing the bud his lips held fast too. He didn’t care what she called him. He just wanted to watch. Iskra had a beautiful mouth. The way her lips curled around the syllables did things to him. Made his toes curl and his balls feel heavy. His heart pounded uselessly in his temples. Muscles in his jaw clenched in a useless attempt to hear the sound only to find the dulled memory of blood rushing through his eardrums. It had been years since he had heard beyond an occasional faint ringing.

Braced against the wall for leverage Iskra pressed herself tight to his mouth. A thought trickled up and down his spine. Teasing at the edges of his teeth. Making them itch to close around the sensitive bud she ripped him from a second later. Suction making a hard ‘pop’ when she had finally dragged him free. Up to her face where she teased her tongue into his mouth and her lips over his teeth. It made the idea tickle harder. Maybe not all love bites were bad. Sucking at her tongue he cooed back at her along their thread. *Sometimes I really wish I could hear your voice.* All the bossing and fussing would be worth it to hear the good parts. Grin gone pointed around the edges he admitted, *especially those moans.*

Then her hands were dragging him again. Back down to her breast, which she teased across his lips as if he needed convincing to return. Tongue working feverishly he shifted to let her traveling hand pass over their puzzled hip bones. She gripped him harder this time. Rousing a purr in his throat that vibrated the mirror, and the nipple he was sucking. Danger was a fast learner. It only took him a minute to realize the correlation between his mouth and her fingers. Pleasure exchanged for pleasure. Thrusting deeper in her palm he tried his idea to see what sort of treatment that earned him. An experimental nip around the tip of her breast. Pressure slowly increased so there was plenty of time to stop him before it hurt.

At the very least it was a good diversion while he found the room to fit his hand alongside hers. Between their bodies where trapped water made them slick. Not as slick as the natural wetness he found beneath the swath of dark hair hiding her sex. She tensed, legs tighter around his waist and a back arching hard. Danger breathed in her distress. Mercilessly drawn in by conceit of knowing it was caused by the strain of a body reaching for orgasm. Mouth sloppy with distraction he kissed and lapped and nibbled. Muscles fidgeting at the brush of her tail he pressed his lips to the center of her chest. Fingers seeking out that sweetest of spots. He knew when he felt it, but the way her hips twitched was a double confirmation.

He loved it, the way she shivered every time his fingers passed the right point. The way she hooked her legs around his hips. Wiggling and agreeing to more without a breath of hesitation. Danger took his time. Rubbed the silky skin at her entry with two fingertips. Penetration slow and fleeting as he let her do the work. One knuckle deep, then out again to pinch her clit between the same wet fingers. He was riveted to way her mouth moved. Fingers held still while she milked a drop of fluid from his spear. She took him in to the last knuckle. Cheeks hot and red, hair a tangle and nipples sharp points that she brushed against his chest. He made a gentle thrust with his hand, thumb pressing to her clit while he explored this new allowance.

It was not like the quick finger he had barely dipped into her before. She rode his fingers. Muscles tightening as he mimicked sex with his hand. Eyes trained on her every reaction. Mouth turned up in a smile as he held her weight to the wall. Feeling the rattle of her lungs as he supported her with one hand. The tremble in her limbs encouraged him to stroke faster. Hips rocking against her so that his spear slid through her gripping fingers and his balls brushed her thigh. She kissed every inch of him her mouth could reach. The tickle of her shielded tail fur leaving his leg to wind around his arm instead.

He could taste it in the air. The edge of her climax a ridge his fingers butted against until she crashed over the side. Kiss rough and hungry. Inner muscles squeezing around his fingers. He whined, pressing more of his body to hers until she was pinned to the wall. Mouths working over one another as she rode out the crest. Danger didn’t want to let the moment slip away. Now she had to be ready. That was the way it had worked for him before. Connection found in the momentary relief of an orgasm. They relaxed, and then they wanted him in.

He wanted that with Iskra. Wanted her. Wanted her to want him. In a greedy, urgent, desperate sort of way.  Bringing her satisfaction only whetted his desire for his own. But he had the patience of a prince. So he waited for her shivering to lessen before he let his hand slide free. Let her body go languid before pulling her away from the wall and back around his waist. Grip firm and supportive of her weight he held her under each thigh. Fingers splaying at the curves of her buttcheeks. The heat between her legs cupped the underside of his spear and he warmed his balls too. And his patience wore thin under his drive. *Here or in the room?* He asked blindly. Mind a loosed arrow that couldn’t see any path but the one to the target. Shower forgotten along with all the reasons that wanting Iskra was a bad idea.

Iskra Graves

    Sapphire to Gray
  • Healer Queen
  • Played By: dergon

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Re: Testing boundaries [cw]
« Reply #14 on: July 30, 2019, 06:51:49 PM »

Mouth open, Iskra breathed him in. Inhaling the air from the tip of his tongue before sliding hers over it. *You're wicked.* Surprisingly so. All the nervousness from their first encounter erased. He didn't complain about bad ideas this time. Just pressed himself against her. Slick and sliding as he ground his spear into the joints of her body.

She kissed his ear in passing. Lips catching the top curve as she brought his mouth back to her breast. She wanted him too, more than anything. And for him to have all that he wanted, all the sensations of what passed between them. Sounds included. Maybe later she would look into his ears. For now she didn't want to think too deeply about healing. Focus centered on his mouth and the way he teased her nipple.

On the way their bodies fit together. Slippery from the shower water. Letting her slide an arm between them to stroke his spear again. Filling her hand. Iskra tightened her grip, gasping and laughing at the way Danger made her breast vibrate. Something like a purr ratting his throat. And the mirror. A buzz running from her nipple to her spine. She hissed, lifting into it, and away. Easing back down into him. Wrist gliding down the underside of his spear.

*Easy.* She cautioned, muscles clenching. But she held him tight to her and didn't draw away. Toes curling until she jerked, pleasure rocking on the edge of pain. Forgotten as he teased her lower. Offering what she'd had to beg for before. In, in, in. Not right away. Danger pet and fondled. Teasing and tempting before he offered up what she wanted. A quick dip before he caught her clit in his slick fingers. Gasping, Iskra pressed into his hand.

Down onto his fingers. Mouth and body working to stir them both. She kissed and petting and rode his hand. Clung and shivered. Leaning back into wall, supported by Danger's body. Braced up around his hips so that she stayed even when she didn't have enough control over her body to hold herself there. With her eyes closed she could almost imagine it was the hot length of silken muscle in her hand that her hips drove her onto. Almost, almost. The imagine tipping her head back as his curling fingers and tense thumb drove her to climax. Wringing everything from her body.

Iskra moaned. Mouth wide as she panted. She drug her lips across his hair and temple. Brushing across his nose before she found his mouth. Kiss languid as her body shook. Danger pulled her from the wall, supporting her weight wholly. Sighing, Iskra wrapped both arms around his neck to help support herself. Lips finding the hollow behind his ear to kiss. She forgot, briefly, about his own pleasure. And release. Mind slow to comprehend his question, even with its source cupped by her sex.

*Room.* She answered, swatting the water off. It would be easier to distract him if she had room to maneuver. To keep him from sheathing his spear in her. Where they both wanted it. Iskra licked the crease behind his ear, tail curling between his legs as he walked them to her bed. It would only hurt a little. And the pain would pass. She inhaled. It couldn't be worse than Perry even if he was bigger. So much bigger.

Quick to wiggle when he sat her down. Knees pulled under her so she have control before he could settle his weight on her. Better if she was on top, like that first time, able to control the depth, like Perry had said. Hands on his chest, Iskra held him back. Admiring his body before inviting him onto the bed with her. Easier to look past the scars with her blood running hot. All her edges softened by her orgasm. Cupping his jaw, Iskra kissed him, hand sliding between his legs to cup his testes experimentally.

 

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