Testing boundaries [cw]

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Danger

    Sapphire to Ebon-gray
  • prince
  • Played By: Jones

    weapon of mass destruction
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Re: Testing boundaries [cw]
« Reply #15 on: August 05, 2019, 02:16:03 AM »
She could have weighed a ton or been featherlight. It wouldnít have made a difference to the way Danger carried her off to the bedroom. Arms unused to carrying anything heavier than a small stack of wood aided by a touch of his Sapphire. Progress paused by the doorway that split the two rooms so the latch could be flung open. HIs back braced against the door jamb so he could pretend that hiking her up higher was necessary rather than experimental. His grip had not wavered a millimeter. But he had rightly guessed that the feel of her sex slipping up along his own would be worth the few seconds it took to play out.

A game she seemed to like just as much as he did. Tongue a sensual flick against his ear. Tail an erotic tickle up his backside. Face buried to her hair he rubbed his mouth against her temple to keep from murmuring his approval. Or cursing his clumsiness.

Body buzzing with nervous energy he found the bed with his shins. Grunt barely bubbled away before he kissed her hard on the mouth. The shield a small barrier between them for half a second that seemed to drag on forever before he could cabinet it out of their way. Lip sucked and licked to make up for it he shifted his hold and reared his Sapphire in stronger to keep from dropping her right down. Eyes greedy as he stood up again for a quick look. Knee trying to mount the bed only to find have prize wriggle away. She did not lay ready and waiting. Spear twitching against his stomach he frowned as she squirmed up on to her knees.

Frowned harder at the hand she held him back with. It was hard. All of him. From roots to tip. Especially the tip. Hard to see over the sharp angles of the moment to the circumstances that colored the situation. Danger was dangerous, he reminded himself. He told her so all the time. But sheíd never listened. So he looked over that into eyes that had an anxious glint in their corners. Nearly hidden by the heaviness of unspooled desire. Touching his hand to her small one he lifted his eyebrows at her in soft question. She was still relatively new to sex. How new he couldnít say. All he knew was that she hadnít had any experience a month before. And heíd rather not know how much she had gained in the meantime. Newish was reason enough to be nervous. Hell, he was nervous too. Just less nervous than he was eager.

The hand fell away and he was quick to fill the space she offered. Mouth lowered even before she fit her hand against his cheek. This time the lip sucking was staggered by a room rumbling gasp. Biting down hard on his lips he edged closer to Iskra. To the warm spot of her palm around his balls. They were drawn up tight to his groin. The touch made them feel small and vulnerable in his scrotum. Which was ironic since he leaned in instead of pulling away. It was an impossible to describe sort of pleasure. Nerve endings bursting in spirals up into his pelvis. Cheek pressed to her jaw he ran his lips along her shoulder. Concentrating on the play of her fingers. Toes curled tight as he anticipated more pleasure but feared pain at the same time. They were just such a sensitive place.

It would be fine. She was a healer. She knew to be gentle.

Adjusting his knees he tried to give time to explore. A tall order that made him twitch and fidget. Small breasts fondled and teased by lightly plucking fingers. Fists balled until his fingernails left marks on the heels of his hands. Hair stroked away from her shoulders. Kisses brushed along her jaw. The hollows of her hips swept through by his thumbs. Knuckles run down her front from collarbone to clitoris.

Then there was a tug. A very good one. It made his back bow until his forehead touched her shoulder. And his hips tip towards her until his spear kissed her skin. Some intangible thread that connected all the pleasure points on his body flicked in just the right way. Setting him on fire all over again. Patience burned up in a snap like a dry twig. Kisses turned hungry he found her mouth. Tongue quick to trace her teeth as he begged for sucking. A palm on the small of her back for balance as he tried to coax her legs out from underneath her with the other. Trying to lay her down where he could cover her body and fit them together until the world felt right. Because having her there to touch and taste was starting to make his head spin.

Iskra Graves

    Sapphire to Gray
  • Healer Queen
  • Played By: dergon

    Odense Apprentice
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Re: Testing boundaries [cw]
« Reply #16 on: September 02, 2019, 04:09:55 AM »

It was... Delirious. Or Iskra was delirious. Her body was a criss-crossed patchwork of hot and cold skin that shifted. Gooseflesh making every inch more sensitive as Danger trailed touches and kisses over her body. Paths of heat that followed in the wake of his touching, and then turned tight and chilled in the absence of it.

There was a rhythm to it. Paired with the soft way her fingers stroked him. Palm lifting to cup him, then bowing to roll his tested experimentally. He liked it, Iskra knew. Room trembling with barely caught pleasure. Body tucking closer, kisses turning sharp with sucks. It amplified her own pleasure. Head tipped back, Iskra breathed heavily at the ceiling. Stomach twitching. Knees trembling.

Her hips rocking into the pressure of his thumbs. Breasts eagerly thrust into his hands no matter how hard he pinched. Gasping, Iskra's whole body flinched, fingers drawing tightened folds of skin away from his body. Danger liked that even more. Pressing and pressing until Iskra was bowed backward. Knees swept away so he could lay her back and cover her body with his own.

Tail sweeping between their legs to curl over the back of his thigh, Iskra fit her own up around his hips. Forgot the frightening size of his spear until it was slick between them. Head spreading wetness up her center in preparation to part her. Iskra moaned, back arching and ass tucked, drawing her sex down and away. "Too big." She worried against his shoulder, breathless with wanting, hands exploring the muscles of his back.

Shoulder back into the bed, she became a bow. Drawn tight. Desperate to let him in and escape all at once. Fingers buried in his hair, Iskra kissed him. Hard and hungry and full of the sucking he'd wanted so badly. Hips riding her up the underside of his spear. Warm and soft. Tip just where she liked it best. The healer in her knew it could fit. Would fit. But she was afraid of the pain from the first time. Of the claws she's unsheathed in defense.

Want warring with worry until she bucked too hard again both, and the sweet threat of his spear; bruising her ears and skull against the headboard of her bed with a crack that made her jump in surprise and squeal in pain. "Ow! The hell!" Her tail tightened around his thigh, hips twisting her to the side and chin pressed to his jaw. Ears flat as they tried to flee the hurt, Iskra tenses beneath him and tried not to cry. The slide of naked bodies sending conflicting messages to her brain.

Frustrated, Iskra twisted beneath him. Arm thrust between their bodies so she could grab hold of his spear. Grip firm she measured him. Width by the circle of her fingers. Length by the pull of them. *You won't fit.* She whined. He had to be twice as big as Perry. It would be like that first time all over again. Both better and worse, because it would be with Danger. Danger whose cheek she nuzzled with her nose. Ears flapping experimentally.
Not broken or crushed.

Just miserable. *I want you, but its...* Iskra trailed off, thumb circled the tip. "Big. Impressive. Terrifying." Exasperated, Iskra lay flat beneath him, her other hand working up his shoulder to his jaw. Babies fit. But there was always a lot of screaming. His spear was hardly the size of a baby. *Kiss me some more?* She begged, terrified he'd be done with her at the refusal. Terrified she'd never be brave enough to have what she wanted.

Danger

    Sapphire to Ebon-gray
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  • Played By: Jones

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Re: Testing boundaries [cw]
« Reply #17 on: October 13, 2019, 12:14:02 PM »
Breath on his skin. Warm and ticklish as it rolled across his shoulder. Danger couldnít know that the feeling was really a sound. Not without catching the vibrations in Iskraís throat, or seeing the movement of her lips. Both lost to his notice. Too overstimulated by a thousand other sensations. Like the way the soft heat he tried to envelope his spear into twitched away in a quick shift of hips and tail. Face turned down he bit his lips together. Frustration a lump in his stomach that pulled painfully on the root of his sex. His attempts to find that sweet spot of entry again were blocked by the mattress as it molded to her curves. That didnít stop him from trying, though. Knees parting wider under the hook of her thighs to sink him lower on the bed. The worry in her voice a flavor in the air that was hidden beneath lust and shower water.

That she bowed her body on purpose was slow to creep into his head. All the signs pointed to eagerness. The way she wiggled underneath him to find a better position, and the pull at his scalp masked her anxiety as frenzied desire. Danger breathed hard through his nose as she stole his breath- and his tongue. Tucked trembling hands into her hair to sweep his thumbs at the base of pointed ears. Forearms framing her face as they tried again. At least, he thought they were trying again. The suck of his tongue passed her sharp little teeth making his fingers tighten in her hair, and easing the agony of sweet pressure on his spear as she rode it the wrong way. Aching glands dipped in slick wet pleasure that rolled away before he could get caught in the place he wanted to so badly to be.

*Right there.* He shot across the thread as her hips brought her flush to the tip of his spear again. A hand tentatively splayed under her navel to help her stay still. That wasnít the problem though, he realized belatedly. She didnít squirm and wriggle because she was too excited to stay still. It wasnít poor timing and worse aim. She was flinching away on purpose. A sliver of guilt wedged into his chest, but confusion was the reigning emotion in that moment. Arms propping him higher he tried to puzzle together what had happened. Fluff tickled his leg as she looped her tail around his leg, body instinctively bending in for her to tuck against as his probes whipped wildly around the pain in the air as if they could wave it away on the psychic plane.

He could feel the shards of distress and hurt throbbing in the air between their touching faces. Sensations that were highly at odds with the confident stroke she gave his spear. Static filled their link as he tried to build up words to answer her charge. Defensiveness going to war with his compassion. Why wouldnít he fit? Someone else had fit. Hadnít they? Theyíd certainly gotten in, the evidence was plain on her psyche. Iskraís Webs had been tried and not found wanting. What about the rest of her though? He didnít know. He didnít know if he would actually fit either. He had fit other women fine. Or at least none had complained. But Iskra was not like any woman he had ever known. Not in spirit, or in body. If his own experience on such matters was lacking, then how could hers be much broader? She was still newly not-a-virgin. And the gaps in his knowledge were no less glaring there. He didnít know how new, how practiced, how informed, she was. Iskra was a healer, though, and she would know the limits of her unique body better than he likely ever could.

*I want you too.* He was quick to encourage, the words pregnant in anticipation to the end of her sentence. An end that didnít come. There were not instructions. Nothing after the Ďbutí to tell him how to remedy the situation. How to make the wanting enough. Only pretty lips that spelled out words he only caught parts of. And a woman that went limp under him as if she were resigned rather than ready. Pressing his face into the sheets and away from her soft touch Danger let a trapped growl shake his teeth until they ached. Elbow deep in the mattress top and hand clenched at the hair on the back of his head he fought back a sigh. Energy spent into the act of not making a sound. A small relief that made his shame and defeat bearable. Now she was scared. Of course, of fucking course. He could have cried in annoyance, and quite nearly did.

Danger came back up for air slowly. Blinking to make sure his eyes didnít give away the depth of his tantrum. Hip shifting he laid beside her rather than on top. Arms cradling rather than clinging. One under her head and one curled around to her back. *Iím sorry.* Terrifying. The passion that had driven him crazy buried itself in his bones. Big. All the energy that had made him hard and aching seeped out of his toes. Those were definitely words that fit Danger. Danger who would not fit for Iskra. Leaning into her request he pressed soft kisses to her bottom lip. He had been warning her for weeks that he was dangerous. He didnít want to blame her for it sinking in now but it all felt very unfair. Much as he knew it was not and roared in internal self-disgust. *I didnít mean to scare you.*

Hands that explored to fervently. Lips that could tear down her house, or through her psyche, pressing to her throat. A familiar knot tightened in his stomach. Of course she would be terrified. There were a thousand reasons to be. Least of all that he had broken her trust once already. He was far from the practiced hand that would have introduced her to sex. With a swallow he pet her hair smooth. *I shouldnít have let my spear run away with my sense.* She wanted him, he was hers. It wasnít fair of him to put extra expectations on a connection she couldnít control. When he pulled her closer Danger did his best to keep the stiffness of disappointment from his limbs. He kissed her to distract from the mix of emotions in his chest he didnít know how to hide. Having this mistaken as legitimate feelings rather than run off he couldnít contain but wholly rejected would just complicated things. *Iíd have gotten loud anyway. It would have been bad. I really want things to be good with us.* He doubted an unplanned remodel was on anyoneís agenda for the day. And that was considering the possible danger lightly. *It was a bad idea.*

Iskra Graves

    Sapphire to Gray
  • Healer Queen
  • Played By: dergon

    Odense Apprentice
    Glacia Kaeleer
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Re: Testing boundaries [cw]
« Reply #18 on: February 02, 2020, 06:42:47 AM »

Of course he did. The evidence was pressed very believably into her flesh. Hot, silky skin almost slick with the wanting. His spear slipped like silk through her fingers, but without the slithering softness of the fabric. It was heavy. Its hardness a weight that pressed it into her touch rather than letting it slip away.

Soft as it was, it was still too big.

Her sweet prince. Iskra was left with his shoulder to press her lips against as Danger buried his face into the mattress. Hand relieved from her body to pull at the dark hair that shadowed the back of his head. She frowned against the hard bone jutting beneath fevered skin, eyes closing against the sight and not-sound of his frustration. Would it be too much? Between her tail and her fear, would he give up on her? There was no repayment for his service.

She dragged him from his peace. Rode his body until hers was satisfied her or fright too big. And then what? All he seemed to do was suffer or nearly die in her presence. Was she another scar lingering on his flesh. There was one near the curve of her cheek. She could see it, blurry but present, when she opened her eyes. Chin dragging across his clavicle, Iskra kissed it.

*Don't be.* She begged, head falling back so she could look him in the eye. Her body following his as they went from above and beneath to side by side. Legs and tail still tangled together. Danger wrapped her in his arms. One to cushion her head, the other to keep her close. Comforting rather than fervent. Her own hands found new places to hold. Fingers just beneath the hollow of his throat, curving around the shoulder she had kissed. *You didn't.* Iskra promised, as if his spear were not a part of him.

The rest of Danger did not frighten her. Iskra did not worry about the devastation of his voice. Or the inherent threat of his Jewels. Danger would not hurt her. His shields protected her, even from himself. And she was able to guard herself against the weird psychic seeping of his barriers. Headaches kept at bay, or tempered with healing craft. His spear, or the size of it, was not something he could control. Nor the way it brought forward the piercing memory of the pain Perry had spread her with. Or the way she'd clawed him in defense.

*Its big enough to drag plenty of people around.* She teased him, lips wry as she press them against him. She didn't want to hurt Danger. To sink her claws into his flesh and add to the scars on his body. To be another person who hurt him. She kept them tucked away as she pet him. The rhythm of her fingers matching the rhythm of his lips as he did exactly as she asked. The tumult of frustrated emotions between them masking by sweet kisses. Heated kisses.

*And they will be.* She promised, mouth opening beneath his to tempt him deeper. She did want him. He was hers. Warm skin to warm skin. All the rough ridges of his scars like a map her hands could follow across otherwise smooth skin. Her tail slid between their thighs, curling up his back and drawing them closer. *It wasn't.* Iskra chided, annoyed at the way he was always trying to escape her.

She wouldn't let her own retreat sully the bond they were developing. Wouldn't let him make anymore excuses or take any more outs. Especially not with the sweetness of his mouth. Kissing him was like drowning and swimming free all at once. She felt buoyant. And feverish. Was the sea ever warm? Was there a place she would never see full of steaming water that felt like Danger's kisses on her skin?

Nipples puckering, Iskra molded her body to his, following the pull of her tail. It was easier to lay aside worries with the taste of his jaw behind her teeth. A scar found with her tongue. "Its not." She repeated against his ear before sucking hard on the lobe. Hips rocking in time with each draw of her tongue. Now it was Iskra pulling at his hair. Pressing small, high breasts into him. For fondling. For suckling. For all the love play that took the tension from her hips and opened her thighs for him again.

Because she did want him. All that hard length and impressive girth. He belonged to her. Belonged inside of her, where their pact could be fully sealed and he'd stop trying to escape. Iskra could bear the pain. She was a healer. "Mine." She reminded them, bottom teeth raking the stubble on his cheek. Thighs wide and back arching to take him in as arousal did what she had hoped it would do. All that kissing to show Danger she still wanted him. To keep him close. Waking her own body back up to the interest it had had in him since the start.

Feverish kisses and hard petting in the chair of his house had not been enough. Even if he had come, hot and sticky in her hand. Iskra could still remember the saltiness of its taste. The memory on the tongue tip she fed him while she tried convincing him to do the same with his spear. Pain be damned. So what if it was big. Babies were bigger, and plenty of women had born them. Lesser women. Women who weren't even Blood had babies all the time.

And other women had had Danger. It wouldn't do. He was Iskra's. It didn't matter if he was too big. So big it felt like he was stretching her entire soul until she was consumed with him. Panting and twisting until he fit. The slow rocking of him and the plucking of tongues and fingers finding the way. *Dane-* So much she couldn't get the words out. "Dan- Tongue and might tripping over his name as he drove into the bed. Aching in a way that added a razor's edge of pain to the pleasure that turned her blue eyes and heated blood molten.

Fingers tangling with his to hold them together because it felt like they were spiraling apart. Iskra screaming as the door opened after the briefest knock. Lunch. They'd asked for lunch and no knocking. Stupid and foolish in the shower. Fear ripped through her the way she'd though his spear would. Tail winding around his knee. To hide. Yank him close and over her so no one would see. Even as her Sapphire rose up and washed the poor servant backward through the door, slamming the barrier on them once again.

The tray left to scatter across the floor as pleasure, pain, pleasure, terror, all forced her body to expel the excess of emotion in the simplest way it could. Crushed. Speared. Utterly exposed. Iskra sank her claws into the back of Danger's hand. Squeezing him tight. Convulsing uncomfortably around his spear in an orgasm that left her tearful and gasping. Nonsense murmured against his neck. "I'm so sorry. I'm so sorry." What had been seen?

Why did he have to feel so terrible and wonderful? *Oh Mother Night.*

Why did the room smell of blood and Craft? "Dannnn."

Iskra moaned, body lifting from the mattress to meld with his. As if she could flee from all of it inside of Danger, while never letting him out of her.

Danger

    Sapphire to Ebon-gray
  • prince
  • Played By: Jones

    weapon of mass destruction
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Re: Testing boundaries [cw]
« Reply #19 on: February 14, 2020, 02:49:48 PM »
He wanted to believe her denial. Selfishness welling around the tip of his aching spear as he nuzzled to her side. Gaze skimming her cheekbones but not meeting her inquisitive blue eyes. Too afraid of what he would see there in their depths- or worse, hidden in their corners. The truth or a lie. He suspected he would be unsatisfied either way. She was scared. It was too big. Terrifying. Dragging a sigh to silence under a deep breath Danger closed his eyes. Determined to wait out his erection by pretending it didnít exist. Or that he didnít exist. Whatever worked to soothe the disappointment he harbored guiltily in the pit of his stomach.

There werenít many people willing to stand that close, he thought glumly at her joke, useless barriers doing a poor job of keeping his emotions from ebbing down the line. He didnít answer, glad for the excuse to hide his face against hers. Even (especially?) if that meant soft, but chaste kisses, that made his stomach hurt. A dull pain that tugged on all the doubts and regrets that were knotted up in there. Tugging them right up and pulling on his balls in the process. After a moment she kissed him back. Lips wetter than his, mouth opening over his lips, trying to lure him back to passion. Danger was confused, and afraid to make her afraid again. Doubly worried since she had felt a need to pretend he had not scared her in the first place. *It was a dangerous one.* He argued languidly. It was a terrible, awful idea, and he didnít understand what was happening. Tail snug on his thighs to keep their bodies close, after nearly concusing herself trying to get away.

The kisses deepened though. Temptation too strong to keep his mind from going languid with their potency. The soft curl of her furry tail on his back lulling him into contentment. And that contentment quickly warmed into desire all over again. How could it not when her nipples pressed into his chest and her tongue traced his throat? It ran the length of a scar, sensation dulled by the numbness of the skin there. The knot of guilt in his stomach tightening as he wondered if she wondered about them. She had never asked, and he had never said. Maybe that was what she whispered into his ear? Danger didnít know. Heated breath felt but only silence heard. Even when he groaned load enough to shake the bed frame as she sucked at the same useless ear. They werenít just ornaments after all. A small purpose found in the jolts of heat they spun up from his groin.

Spear hot and sore it rubbed in the pocket created by their pressing bodies. Between their navels as if it hoped to find its way into one. Anywhere would do, Danger thought. The urgency he felt for relief growing tenfold as she used his hair to lead him to her waiting breasts. He looked up at her uncertainty. He wanted to ask why. Was she punishing him for finding her tail before she had been ready? Trying to prove to him who was in charge? She didnít look like she was scheming, but he couldnít help the wiggling hooks of fear in his stomach. But he sucked anyway. Rolled her nipples between his fingers, or his teeth, or both. Lapped at them until they were red and then sucked rosy spots onto the swell of each breast. It made her hips rock, which he figured would be good fuel for his own fantasies in a smaller, far less exciting, shower later.

Heíd fucking need it too.

Another ripple of pleasure pounded up his spear as her teeth skirted the edge of his jaw. He bubbled away a low growl as her back arched, slipping his balls into damn heat that rode itís way along the underside of his spear. It made him shift his face into the mattress, hands abandoning their nipple teasing to pinch the bed sheets instead. He shifted his face again, thinking to bite at the meat of the bicep that wrapped her in his arms. Pain was a good counterpoint to desire. It would keep his restless hips from shoving at her openness. Or so he hoped.

Rather than his own arm he found her mouth. Tried to swallow down the tongue she offered him as a way of distraction. He didnít know if it was intended to shift his attention or hers. It didnít matter either. The tip of his spear parted her anyway. Her body stayed this time, encouraging him to press just a little more. Get a feel of the wetness that made her so slick it was hard to stay at her entry. Rolling a hip he put his weight on one knee. *I donít want to hurt you.* He whined. But he was the one lying this time dammit. Biting his lips and shutting his eyes he choked on air. It felt the sort of good that made your fingers and toes go momentarily numb. He wanted more. He wanted to feel guilty later enjoying the pleasure. And Iskra wasnít asking him to stop.

Hips gentle he tested deeper. Sucked her lips, and her throat, and the tops of her breasts. Rolled a thumb on a nipple while he held his weight up on that elbow. Freeing his hips to slip the full head of his spear in, and his fingers to slick over her clitoris in soothing strokes. There! In! That was the worst of it, the biggest part, the pain she had worried about. Iskra panted at his cheek. Their psychic line trembling to the same energy as her body. Name half spilled over, not that it mattered. He had been nameless for decades. She could call him whatever she wanted. As long as she held her hips open while he worked to bring their bodies closer together. Rolling them more to cover her again he positioned his legs. He didnít have to get deep. He just wanted to keep being in. A few inches slid in then out to the tip again. Again. Again. Again. A slow building orgasm tucked at the back of his balls, driving his face and knees into the bed. Ass high when the door opened behind his back.

Danger didnít notice right away. His dedication to measuring each stroke taking all his focus. No sound to warn him. A kiss missed because she was making a face that turned his blood cold. A screaming face. Her eyes werenít on Danger though, or on his spear. They were cast over his shoulder in horror, to the doorway where a flimsy shield of Ebon-gray sprang up instinctively. Sealing it shut after the burst of Sapphire Iskra aimed at the maid shuffled her out of the door. *Iskra,* He tried to soothe.

But they werenít done. His hips had not given up their rocking. They had only given in to the panic the intrusion had stirred in his chest. His weight settled on his knees, driving her hips down into the bed. Where he rolled the length of his spear into her compulsively. The few inches he spared her swallowed up as she rose to meet him. Focus came with a sudden sharp pain in the hands he had linked with hers. Danger was used to performing in discomfort. Not sexually, but physically. His youth had been spent suffering aching muscles, the burns and cuts of physical binds, and the seeping of tortured barriers. Claws slipping between the hard bones of his hands did nothing except draw his attention to a tight point. Attention that filled Iskra as she pulled him in fully. The heat of her orgasm scorching one from him too. A word gurgled in his throat as he collapsed onto her warm body. Arms cinching in tight to tuck around her ribs. Under her back to cup her shoulder blades as he fed her his length one more time to pump the last of his orgasm into her. ĒIskra.Ē The whisper made the floorboards cry and the window panes shudder. Not just in her room but across the whole story of the house. Closest to them the glass threatened to shatter. Doors danced with their frames. Iskra gave up on its hinges completely- collapsing just like Danger had. Held upright by his shield and good carpentry.

*Iím sorry. I should have stoppedÖ* He started his apology early. So that it might sink in before she had a chance to toss him out on his ass. *Are you okay?* He asked, even though he was the one bleeding out.

Iskra Graves

    Sapphire to Gray
  • Healer Queen
  • Played By: dergon

    Odense Apprentice
    Glacia Kaeleer
    86 Posts    297 marks
Re: Testing boundaries [cw]
« Reply #20 on: February 18, 2020, 07:04:16 PM »

*You won't.* Iskra promised. But it was a lie, she was sure. It was going to hurt, but she'd been in pain before and would be again. It wouldn't kill her. She was a healer, and it was just a spear, whatever its size.

Just a spear. Iskra kept her eyes shut tight to ward off the sensation. Chased all the little distractions Danger fed her as he slipped in. Lips.
Tongue. Fingers. Little things to draw her mind away from the uncomfortable feeling of stretching. The tingling pain that made her want to squeeze her thighs tight. Instead she tilted her hips to make it a little more manageable and focused on other things.

Fingers and tongues and lips. The way he made a shadow over her. Her own lips quivering against his cheek as she panted and he finished giving her the widest part. And slowly, so slowly! Began sinking a little deeper. Not far before he pulled away again. It reminded Iskra of the way a bow drew across the strings of a violin. Stroking notes from the vibrating strings. Except Danger was drawing pleasure out of her body.

But it felt like music. A melody that moved both their bodies. Rocking in tandem to bring them closer together, then apart. Chasing pleasure. Until it was nearly drown out by an interruption. Bow squealing across strings as the door opened and the tray went clattering to the floor. Danger tried to soothe her, his Ebon-grey a darker shield than Iskra could create. His voice soft and coaxing in her mind.

But it wasn't his protectiveness or cajoling that tore her body apart. It was the motion of his hips and the overload of her emotions. Pleasure on top of terror. Driven down into the bed by Danger's hips even as she sank her hidden claws into his hand to hold him tight as an orgasm ripped rather than rippled through her body. Dragging her prince along in the riptide they created.

The whole length of him. Buried to the hilt. Crushing her against the bed where she clung to him. Tail and claw. The high, piercing cry he drove from her lost in his shoulder. It wasn't she who rattled the house. It was Danger. Voice making her head ache and her ears flatten. Heard but not heard, because hearing would deafen her, and he'd guarded her against that earlier.

*Shh. Shhh.* She begged him shakily. No more names buried into the bed feathers and echoing across the frame of the house. No more apologies or complaints about dangerous ideas. Shaking, Iskra slid her arm around his neck and pressed a dozen kisses to his face. *Hush. I'm perfect.* Dying, but perfect. Body aching with the weight and stretch of him. Heart full of guilt at the flavor of his blood on the air.

*Let me see.* Claws sheathed as she tugged his hand toward her face. Tongue lapping the blood away as she tried to summon some sort of healing craft. But it wouldn't come. Legs locked over his hips, she felt as frozen as her muscles, which clutched and jumped. Useless. "Ahhhh." Why couldn't she bring her craft to bear? Was it the weight of him? The ache in her hips and more tender places?

*I'm so sorry, love.* Iskra pressed her forehead into him, and covered the holes in his hand with her fingertips. Body shuddering hard one last time, making her whimper at the sudden thrill of left over pleasure that rocketed through her. *Nothings broken.* Except maybe the house.

 

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