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till our wide eyes burn blind
« on: Jan 11, 16, 08:51:02 PM »
186 Post Purge, Winter.

Addie had kept to her plan. She wrote Hugo a letter about every two weeks. The first letter she’d written eight times, throwing away the first seven, always worried she was being too indecent. In the end she’d said Hell with it and written out her lust and her need, caution thrown to the wind. Addie had spared no details when she talked about how she dreamt of him, of him fucking her. She’d told him how wet he made her when she thought of him. She wrote everything, with flowery detail that could have made some writers blush.

She’d blushed when she wrote them but found herself enjoying the letters just as much.

The first time she signed the letter and sent it, anxious but pleased. The next she’d added a P.S. detailing how many times she’d paused to touch herself, to pleasure herself. She prayed the Darkness no one else read them but she imagined the hungry smile on Hugo’s face and knew the letters were worth it.

When she’d visited her sister she’d talked of nothing but Hugo for weeks. Dominique had smiled and hugged her, all the while listening with the patience of a saint. Addie believed that in the Dark Haven, her sister liked knowing that Addie had someone to bring her pleasure and joy. Each week she asked if she’d heard back from Hugo, in return Addie could only shake her head no.

But one month turned to two, two into three. By month four she wrote her letter but her body ached. She’d slept with a couple of the men from Court but they’d left her daydreaming of Hugo even as they’d spent themselves in her. None of the men had come close. She’d even written it in one of her letters: ’you’ve broken me for no man can match you. I orgasm best in your skilled hands and my screams lack in the desperation of my release. I ache for you.’

It had once been youthful indulgence but Adelaide found herself spending her evenings more frequently in the sailor bars. Not every night did she find someone who peaked her interest enough to spend a romp in bed, but they made for wholly better fucks than most of the men at Court. None of them were Hugo though, none of them even close.

One night she’d even seen one of the matrons of the Court, two young sailors on her arms as she cut a dashing figure in red silk. Her gaze had met Addie and the woman smiled, knowing and wise. Addie couldn’t help but smile back, realizing she wasn’t alone in her indulgences. As one of the men bent down to kiss the Court matron, Addie knew her secret was safe from the Court.

That night she’d dressed casually, her outfit suitable for a shop girl who was out for a night of fun. It showed off some skin but not so much that she was shy to be seen in the simple dress. Her blonde tresses were brown that night, a simple illusion she’d purchased in town. Usually the women used them for glamour at Court but now Addie used it to look just enough different that she didn’t expect to be noticed.

With a tankard of ale that was mediocre at best, Addie had found her way to a table with a dark haired man. He could have been old enough to be her father but she didn’t mind that. His arms were thick, tattooed and weathered by the sun, his body a testament to hard work. Also, he hadn’t protested when she’d sat with him and struck up a conversation. If anything, her time at Court made her a decent conversationalist, even with sailors and pirates.

The bawdy joke she told him helped as well.

She was plying her tricks on the man, interested enough that she’d be happy to follow him up to his room wherever it was. Though she wore an almost Dark Jewel considering most of Chaillot, Addie didn’t wear it out in a bar such as The Confident Captain, especially when the clientele was an easy mix of Jeweless Blood and Landen. It was a rough and tumble place but with the Purple Dusk she wasn’t too worried; which was mix of the overconfidence of youth and the belief as a beautiful woman nothing could go wrong.

Her finger skimmed the rim of her tankard as she let the man tell her of the ship he served on. She liked the stories of sailing, the embellished ones, the daring ones. As she watched him she gently lifted her finger, wet from the ale within, and licked it off. The man’s story hesitated for a moment as she felt him watching her.

Addie didn’t think she’d be going home unfulfilled that night. She smiled at the man and cocked her head to the side. “Go on.” Her smile was like that of a cheshire cat, all toying and assuring she knew exactly the effect she had.



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Re: till our wide eyes burn blind
« Reply #1 on: Jan 14, 16, 04:58:59 PM »
Hugo didn't typically get much in the way of mail. There were occasionally notes from old Navy friends that found their way to him, however. He had a friend in Borçeille who didn't mind holding his post for him, until the few times a year that Hugo happened to think of swinging by to pick it up. At first, Adelaide's letters went unanswered because Hugo hadn't known they existed. He'd parted her company with an invitation for her to write whenever she wanted, but it'd never occurred to him that she actually would. A girl like that, she didn't seem the type to get tied down too quick, and Hugo assumed that the rather carnal evening they'd shared - highly enjoyable as it was - had been just an evening.

A few months later he thought to pick up his mail, an afterthought that he nearly missed during a very quick drop of the anchor. He hadn't bothered to look at any of it until he'd been back on the boat, and had nearly forgotten about it even then. He'd finally thought to look through it the next morning, over his morning coffee in the privacy of his cabin. He was surprised to find several letters there from Adelaide, though not unpleasantly so. Even months removed from her, the letters smelled like her. That alone was enough to stir him a little, enough to make him call that night back to mind with a satisfied little grin on his face.

"What've you been up to, Addy Pineau?" he murmured as he unfolded the first of her letters.

He soon found out, in short order.

He'd been late leaving his cabin that morning.

Quite late.

He'd been better about collecting his mail, after that. He was a busy man with plenty of responsibilities, and he couldn't always make it ashore as often as he wanted. He could send others, though, those with more free time and willing to run an errand for the Quartermaster. It'd been six months now since that night with Addy and he'd collected something like a dozen letters from her. Part of him knew it was a little odd; she hardly knew him, right? But that part was grossly overshadowed by his ego, who didn't mind a bit if an attractive woman like Addy Pineau was a tiny bit fixated on him. He intentionally did not return to her home, though. As fun as she'd been, and as much as he enjoyed her salacious words (great Mother, did he enjoy them), he did not want to risk an attachment to someone who served the Territory Court while he himself was something of an outlaw. Even if she meant him no harm, her reputation would likely suffer if she was known to entertain pirates. Or so he thought. He was happy to let her remain a very pleasant memory, and a sexy diversion for as long as she continued to write him. He hadn't planned on seeing her again, having decided it was better for both of them that way.

What was also better for him was keeping a low profile in general... which made it unfortunate that one of the men in the bar this night kept sneaking unhappy looks at him. Hugo had come out looking for a drink, a little company. He'd brought a hand or two with him, but they were off by now pursuing their own entertainment for the evening. Hugo wasn't far behind, having found a pretty little blonde who'd been lured to a table near the back of the bar. He was playing his part, feeding her the right mix of compliments and questions to make it seem like wasn't talking to her solely in hopes of parting her knees later. His heart wasn't in it, because he'd been distracted by the Prince who'd been mean-mugging him all night. The longer the hours went on, the less hopeful the situation looked. He looked vaguely familiar, and though Hugo couldn't place him he was willing to bet he'd slept with the man's girlfriend or something. There were a few of those about, and though they rarely had the nerve to say anything about it to someone like Hugo, this Prince was getting deeper into his cups by the minute. When he stood to his feet well before Hugo had managed to talk the blonde out of the bar, the pirate could only sigh.

"Here we go," he murmured, already annoyed. "You have a good night," he said, cutting off the woman while she was halfway through her description of some event she was scheduled to attend soon. His sudden farewell confused her, and she objected lightly as Hugo stood up and began to head towards the front of the bar and the door. He had no doubt that the drunken cuckold would follow him, but if there was going to be a confrontation it would go better for them both if they were outside.

"Hey!" the Prince shouted at Hugo's back, jabbing a finger towards him. "Hey I know you!" Hugo paused, and turned to look at him.

"You really wanna wait until we're outside for this, pal," he said, dryly. The Prince kept advancing, and Hugo turned to continue towards the exit in hopes of leading him out. As he turned, though, he caught a familiar scent, and it stopped him. He looked back, frowning and uncertain, until he realized the brunette sitting nearby used to be a blonde.

A very, very insatiable blonde.

"Addie?" he asked, a grin starting to form. But only started. He'd been distracted enough by her that the Prince closed more space between them than he'd estimated. He threw a fast, lucky jab, and Hugo turned his head right into it. It'd been a while since Hugo Bellerose had been punched in the mouth, and he was quickly reminded that he did not care for the sensation.

At. All.

Annoyance rippled across Hugo's face, and he all but growled at the Prince as his eyes centered on him again. He reached out, grabbed a handful of the drunken Prince's hair, and began pull him out of the bar by that unkind grip. The Prince shouted and yelled and twisted, but Hugo didn't seem to notice.

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Re: till our wide eyes burn blind
« Reply #2 on: Jan 15, 16, 08:01:55 PM »
The Confident Captain was one of the bigger sailor bars in the waterfront area. Addie liked that because she had more people to meet, more variety in the men and women who frequented the place. Her new found friend had in fact started to pick back up his story as Addie felt something familiar. No, it was a smell, potent and indescribable. A deep voice said her name just as she turned and looked up at the man.

Not any man. The man. Hugo.

Her heart flew into her mouth and stayed there for a moment later she saw the punch that landed square into Hugo’s jaw. She was stunned, her mouth open in surprise as words couldn’t quite connect fast enough to come out. In a very unladylike fashion she managed a squeak of surprise as she flinched at the punch.

She even managed to spill her tankard of ale into the lap of the man she had moments ago been listening raptly to. His growl and surprise seemed no where close to Adelaide’s. While she’d prayed to see Hugo again, she’d not expected him tonight nor for him to get punched.

Her mind started working again moments later as she remember Hugo was a Darkness Blessed Warlord Prince who had just been punched. Most fights in a bar such as this she ghosted back into the walls and let the men rough and tumble it out. A little Shielding kept her out of the danger, but now, she took a step towards it, raising her hand in as if she were reaching out to touch Hugo but hesitated halfway through.

“Hugo,” she spoke his name, worried and desperate, a frown on her lips. She was happy to see him and dearly wanted to talk to the man but she didn’t want to see the Warlord Prince unleashed in such a crowded bar. Her training had been kind enough to include Warlord Princes and a typical Warlord Prince didn’t respond kindly to being punched in the face.

Quickly, Addie realized her night was going to be leaps and bounds more interesting. She just prayed she survived the next couple of minutes. If she did she was going to strangle the man who thought it was a good idea to punch a Night’s Cursed Warlord Prince.



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Re: till our wide eyes burn blind
« Reply #3 on: Jan 15, 16, 08:37:02 PM »
It was not, in fact, particularly intelligent to punch a Warlord Prince in the mouth. As a general practice it made for poor long-term plan options. Still, if you had to go around socking volatile people in the jaw, the fact that it was Hugo, at that particular moment, on that particular night, was fairly fortuitous for the drunken Prince. Hugo'd had enough to drink that he was on the mellow side of normal, and he was pretty sure he did recognize the guy from the family pictures in some bedroom somewhere, once upon a time. And hey, it wasn't like the guy had come at him with Craft or anything. Hugo kind of respected that the bloke seemed to want to duke it out Landen style, mano y mano. There was a simplicity to that which he found appealing, even if it wasn't how he really wanted to spend his night. Hugo intended to drag him outside, sock him once, and hope that was enough to put his lights out. As inebriated as the Prince seemed, it seemed like the best solution for everyone, as far as Hugo was concerned. He couldn't afford a big scene.

But the guy got off his shot to the mouth, and everyone in the immediate vicinity seemed to Hugo to gasp in a breath at the same time. He wasn't wearing his Jewels on display, but they all knew he was darker than they liked. They all knew he was the volatile caste. They all expected him to lose his Darkness-damned mind and murder everyone here. At least, that's how it felt. It was perhaps a little ironic that it was their fear, their silent, breathless judgment of him, that pushed him towards real anger. It was never a smart idea to punch a Warlord Prince. But it was equally dangerous to treat one like a mindless brute when he was anything but. Hugo felt his temper stir, but he capped it harshly and turned again towards the door.

By then, the Prince who was still being dragged along ungracefully by the hair on his head, had gotten something of his wits about him. He let a small shock of Craft go into Hugo's hand. Hugo hissed and dropped the Prince, lifting his hand afterwards to flex it and test the damage done. It ached, would probably sting for some time, but it was neither charred nor broken. So then, on top of everything, Hugo felt like a dumbass for not shielding his hand before taking hold of the asshole. His mood was plummeting yards by the second, and the taunts coming from the once-more-upright Prince weren't helping matters. Hugo moved back towards him, closing the distance between them in an instant, and before the Prince could blink Hugo had his (now shielded, thank you) hand around his throat. Hugo snarled, bringing the man's face nearer so that he could growl a warning.

Hugo.

That voice was familiar, though when he'd last heard it call his name, it'd been shaped by lust. He turned his head, found Addie Pineau watching him with that same worried look on her face that everyone else was wearing. It grated at him, to see this little firecracker of a woman who'd been so unfrightened of him before now watching him with hesitance and worry. It never occurred to him that she'd be worried for his sake instead of her own; his history twisted his perception, blurred her in with all the other faint hearts that were now watching him.

Hugo realized there was no way he could drag this guy the rest of the way outside and not have some kind of fallout. For himself, for the boat. It would be easier for everyone if he'd just swallow his pride and take off. But the Prince, emboldened by the Warlord Prince's hesitation, took another swing. Hugo was more prepared, and easily leaned back out of reach. There was no longer an option to just set the guy down nicely and walk away, though. Hugo tossed him backwards, and the Prince tumbled back into a pair of tables and the patrons occupying them. He turned his back then, shielded himself more fully, and stomped off towards the exit.

He'd had enough of civilian life for one night, maybe.

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Re: till our wide eyes burn blind
« Reply #4 on: Jan 15, 16, 09:07:27 PM »
The explosion never came. It seemed like the bar had become a half collective gasp, half ruckus of those who didn’t see the encounter. One moment Hugo was growling in the fact of a Prince and the next he was looking at her. She should have been terrified but all she could think of was given a chance, she could calm him down. It was idiotic to be sure but she was sure he’d listen to her. Swallowing, she’d been trying to find the right words as Hugo moved again.

He definitely was as strong as she recalled as he threw the Prince, one who looked passingly familiar. Addie didn’t care though as her thoughts were for Hugo alone. The crash at the table near her’s was loud enough, it was the curses that followed that truly filled the air. Then the Warlord Prince turned around and very earnestly began to leave the bar.

Every Craft teacher she’d ever had was screaming in her mind to let Hugo go. The Blood feared Warlord Princes because of both who and what they were. Addie knew though what drove Hugo to kill: it was men who hurt women. Without hesitation she started to walk away from the table. The man who’d she’d been captivated by moments ago reached out and took hold of her right wrist, grip strong enough to remind Addie she was in a bar full of men and women who worked hard, long hours and were physically capable of more than most.

The voices in the bar were picking up again and the drunken Prince seemed to be throwing more expletives than words. Or maybe those were the patrons he crashed into. Add

“Were ya’ goin’ little lady?” Another night she’d have loved his lecherous tone and the way he implied she owed him something. Minutes ago she’d been sizing him up and wondering how he’d fare in bed. Now she only wanted to get lost of him.

“Let me go,” she commanded. Her tone was firm and her gaze as she looked back to the man was nothing less than a pointed glare.

“Come on little lady, I ‘hought we were hittin’ it of. And you ‘ave some cleanin’ to do,” referring to the ale she’d spilled in his lap. While the man wasn’t begging but it was clear he was interested. Addie was flattered but right now it was pissing her off that Hugo was leaving and this sailor was watching her with his dick and not his manners. Exasperated and desperate to catch up with Hugo before he vanished again she pulled on her Purple Dusk and pushed on the man just hard enough for him to tumble back out of his chair. It wouldn’t have hurt him, but it surprised him and he let go of her hand.

Jackass, she thought to herself as she quickly walked away, curses following in her wake. Hugo had walked away with ground eating strides so Addie had to half run half walk to the door the was swinging shut from his exit. She glared at those who even dared get in her way, channeling her annoyance all the way to the street.

It was cold enough that she threw on a warming spell as soon as she exited. She wasn’t drunk enough to go without a coat or warming spell in winter yet. After she caught up with Hugo she’d call in her coat.

He hadn’t gone far from the bar yet and Addie quicked her pace to a half run now. She didn’t know what she was doing chasing a mad Warlord Prince but she never hesitated. “Hugo, wait up,” yelled Adelaide, her sturdy shoes beating a quick pace on the snow covered ground.

This time she didn’t looked panicked or scared, just concerned with a hint of annoyance left over from the man who’d attempted to waylay her. Also, it was damn cold outside and the Confident Captain had been one of her favorite bars. Fortunately for the Warlord Prince, she’d do nearly anything to just speak to him again.



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« Reply #5 on: Jan 15, 16, 09:48:23 PM »
Someone followed him out of the bar. He knew it when they hit the street behind him. He was still shielded, though, and the gait sounded feminine. He didn't bother looking back. That is, until those steps drew closer to him with a directness that had to be intentional. She called his name at the same time he'd started to turn and look.

Even annoyed as he was, there were worse things he could've turned around to see than Addy Pineau. He stopped walking and watched her as she caught up to where he was. For a moment, while he watched her slip into her summoned coat, he tried to size her up. The visual clues, the psychic scent, the way she'd run after him... none of it seemed like she'd been frightened by him, like he'd initially thought. Maybe she'd just been startled, along with everyone else. In any case, the longer he watched her the less he felt like heading back to port early.

"The fuck are you doin'?" he asked her, his eyes narrowing as though he was trying to figure her out. But he couldn't keep a completely straight face, and a hint of a grin showed. "Hasn't anyone ever told you it's dangerous to run after a crazy Warlord Prince, before?" He moved a little closer, so that he could loom over her a little more, his voice sinking a note. "Rough types around here, Princess. If you're not careful, you might find yourself accosted."

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Re: till our wide eyes burn blind
« Reply #6 on: Jan 15, 16, 10:05:03 PM »
When the Warlord Prince first spoke she had a moment of panic, that she’d truly made a bad judgement call. She’d slipped into a coat but she felt her step pause for just a second until she saw the hint of a grin on Hugo’s face. Addie would risk more to see him smile at her like that.

Calling her a Princess though made her narrow her gaze, though she couldn’t keep the smile off her face. Of course he wasn’t wrong about running after crazed Warlord Princes she knew well enough to take care of herself. She was young but earnestly believed she was smart enough to handle the rough and tumble places.

Even as he leaned into her she looked up at him and smiled, a little of that daring, that challenge in her gaze. “Accosted you say? Is that what sailors are calling sex now?” She faked being startled. “I am really stunned at the range of the vocabulary on sailors these days. I’d heard most of you were brutes who could barely string together two sentences.”

She wanted to reach out, touch Hugo and assure herself he was real. He felt like a dream to her still, but she’d found her footing with him again. That gentle teasing she’d thought she’d imagined months ago. It was like he’d been a single fever dream and she’d never been able to sweat him out since.

With a move that spoke truly of Protocol trained Witch, she held out her arm and crooked her elbow. “Well, better to have an escort if there are some brash, rough and seedy sorts around these parts. Hop to it.” Though she’d order Hugo to escort her, there was another kind of fire behind her voice. That longing was clear in her gaze but she knew the Warlord Prince had grown up in the Court of a Queen. Amidst the sailors and the pirates, she was demanding he escort her like the Princess he’d called her, her grin was wide and utterly playful though.



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« Reply #7 on: Jan 15, 16, 10:27:00 PM »
"Whatever, two's easy. Just don't go layin' bets on three unless it's a good night," he told her, dryly, as though her bit about Warlord Princes was true.

He'd been a hair's breadth from reaching for her. She smelled like perfume, and it annoyed him. He wanted to get closer, enough so that he could find the cloves and cinnamon that he knew lived closer to her skin. Hell, he wouldn't have minded peeling her out of her clothes right there, but, well, low-profile and all that. Rutting with a woman in the middle of the street was a bit noticeable, even for the Blood in this part of town.

That train of thought cooled right off, though, when she crooked that elbow and demanded an escort. His chin lifted slowly, his eyes narrowing in thought. It was obvious he hadn't expected that turn from her, and despite the lightness in her tone she was brushing an unpleasant line. It was a reminder that she spent her days hobnobbing with people like Jacques and Eloise, and had no real business being the occasional fuck for someone like Hugo.

But it was what it was. She crooked her arm and did the same, lacing the two together as was Protocol.

"And to where would you like to be escorted, my Lady Princess?" he asked, intentionally delicate with the last word. "To the general store? My lady must surely be running low on letter-writing supplies by now."

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« Reply #8 on: Jan 15, 16, 10:43:55 PM »
Hugo touched her and she had to remind herself it was the middle of the street in winter. Thoughts of what he could do to her if she only asked him to ran rampant through her mind. She wanted to claim his lips and demand he that Hugo find them some privacy. Her skin heat at just the thought of it. Instead, she pulled herself close to Hugo, close enough that it was clear that she’d not needed an escort, just a reason to touch him.

“I need another drink as the Confident Captain has been utterly ruined for me,” her tone a mocking joke still. Before she’d really stopped talking she pulled him in a direction to start walking. She knew there were other bars in the area and it wouldn’t be hard to find a home at one of the drinking establishments.

Another voice in her head told her she should really find one that offered rooms to their guests for a couple of marks.

“Writing supplies? I’m not sure I really need to keep writing. My partners never write back and even when they are town it seems like they have much different priorities than visiting old friends.” Addie’s words could easily have been cutting, low blows of a woman scorned. She didn’t speak them like that, they were the lightness of a joke, though she was distantly hurt. In truth she’d thought Hugo had seen something special in her. Those emotions she pushed away, instead, focused on the fun of the moment. The smile she beamed up at Hugo as they walked, it was of a girl who was enjoying the moment.

Anyway, she did think the night could do with a little more drinking. There was a jumble of emotions in the back of her mind she didn’t want to acknowledge and some hard and fast rum would really give her a focus for the moment.



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Re: till our wide eyes burn blind
« Reply #9 on: Jan 15, 16, 10:59:23 PM »
He followed her lead, thinking he wouldn't object at all to another drink. It was a relief to hear her continue on in such a light tone; there was much he didn't know about her still, and it'd been awfully easy to let the sudden demand for an escort take his mind to unpleasant places.

"Guess he wasn't all that confident," he murmured, as he walked with her across the street. She gave him shit about writing back, and he snorted, amused.

"Well maybe your writing partners just don't keep a thesaurus handy and can't come up with quite as many synonyms for 'throbbing cock' as you apparently can." He didn't bother replying to the bit about having other priorities besides visiting. That wasn't an answer she was going to like, he was pretty sure.

"So what're you doin' in this neck of the woods anyway?" he asked her, looking down at her with a slightly puzzled expression, as though he'd only just realized the oddness of her being here. "Aren't you supposed to be elbow deep in parfaits and debutantes this time of the year? How'd you wind up in the Captain, hangin' on an old seadog?"So yeah. Maybe he had noticed her a little more keenly than he'd thought, earlier. "You know, just cause they've all been in salty air don't mean they all taste the same," he told her, not shy in the least.

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Re: till our wide eyes burn blind
« Reply #10 on: Jan 15, 16, 11:25:57 PM »
He was easy to tease, easy to banter with. They’d done so little talking the last time she was pleased to see he wasn’t just a good lay. Some of whatever education he’d had seem to have stuck. She recalled him as being full of adventure with his cousin Jack. Now though there was a sharp intelligence there she’d not really accounted for. Really, she’d thought more about his body than his sharp conversational skills.

Still it was nice to smile. And snort. His comment about a thesaurus and throbbing cock made her laugh enough it was hard to formulate a response right away. “I’ll send you some suggestions. A word bank even if you're in need.” She was still laughing as she replied to his joke.

His next question didn’t make her laugh though. She had a variety of reasons to be down there but her change of hair color may have made it obvious that she wasn’t as keen to be recognized. She bit her lip for a second and she pondered and answer, almost at another of the town’s sailor bars, one she’d been to frequently enough to know the men weren’t too grabby the the alcohol wasn’t watered down. She pulled on Hugo enough to let him know to slow down before they entered the bar. In front of The Harlot and the Flask, a bar also known for the rooms it rented to prostitutes, Addie spoke.

“Well, as thrilling as parfaits and dedubants can be, I like the change. Sailors tend to be dirty and swear ten ways from Sunday, but they are honest. I get tired of the endlessly tedious games of the Court, the new fashions that are just the same as before, and the women fighting to be the more beautiful and most acclaimed.” The sultry smile came back at the end of her honesty though, a quirk of her lips at the joke in her gaze already primed. “And I like the taste.”

Though they were getting ready to get some more drinks, it was clear the innuendo had all to do with the men she found in the bars and far less to do with cheap but potent liquors. Dropping Hugo’s arm and assuming a natural stance, she nodded her head to the door. “Shall we?”

She hadn’t picked a high class place at all. Music, loud and not very good, was pouring from the doorway. Voices were loud to compensate for the live musicians. What it lacked in quality it definitely made up for lively. It was exactly the sort of place she’d started out the night looking for. Addie just didn’t know if it was the type of place Hugo would enjoy.



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Re: till our wide eyes burn blind
« Reply #11 on: Jan 17, 16, 02:23:25 PM »
Addy tugged on him to stop walking and Hugo obliged, casting an unhurried glance up to the name of the bar she'd stopped in front of before looking down at her. His expression spoke of patience, but also skepticism, as though he didn't believe that she truly preferred the seedier side of the street. After all, she could cast off the bonds of civility as easily as any of the other people around here if she really preferred this lifestyle. No, this was just an excursion for her, a little adventure she could whisper to her bouffant-headed friends about later.

But there was nothing wrong with that. Hugo was glad for it, even, if it meant he'd wind up spending the majority of the evening with his dick in her. He didn't really know all that much about Addy Pineau, but the fact that she was a phenomenal lay was something she'd burned well into his head. If the time spent between now and the point when he led her up to one of those tiny little rooms was spent throwing back drinks and trying to make her blush, well... that was just icing, wasn't it?

Though... the way she commented on liking the taste surprised him enough to hike a brow up a bit. Writing down all the illicit things she had was one thing. He didn't think she had the balls to say that shit out loud. And she hadn't yet, but... that grin she gave him made him wonder if she was maybe braver than he thought. She gestured towards the bar, and Hugo gestured in reply, a ladies first unspoken between them. The door was already propped open, after all, and letting her go first was as good an excuse as any to study the way that skirt hung just so off of those hips.

He followed her inside and let her pick a place at the bar. When she did he pressed up behind her, a hand on one of her shoulders, ostensibly so that he could lean enough to grab the bartender's attention. He was tall enough that he could talk to the bartender just about over top of Addie's head, and he ordered rum for himself and for her if she confirmed his glance. Once the bartender went away to fix their liquor, Hugo turned and sank down onto the barstool beside her, his back to the bar and his shoulder to her. Her turned his head, glanced at her with a grin before looking out over the other patrons.

"So why the hair?" he asked her, through a smirking mouth. He looked back over at her, at the hair in question. "You afraid someone's gonna find out you like to slum it?" Because if that was a real concern, why come down here at all? He wasn't, for once, being a smart ass. He was genuinely curious.

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Re: till our wide eyes burn blind
« Reply #12 on: Jan 17, 16, 08:27:24 PM »
As she walked into the bar Addie felt awash with giddiness. Hugo may not have answered her letters or sought her out but he wasn’t turning away from her either. She found a spot at the bar and as Hugo pressed into her from behind, ostensibly to order from the bartender, she fought to now press back against him in need. The feel of him against her, even in a crowded bar, made flames lick against her skin. To distract herself she vanished her coat, the press of bodies making the bar warm without the need for spells or coat.

Addie didn’t hide the way she kept some of her touching Hugo beside her. They’d been lovers so she didn’t feel shy about the way she brushed the side of her arm against Hugo’s and left it there. It wasn’t so crowded she needed to be pressed against him though she clearly was keeping close. She didn’t think he’d run but she had wanted this moment so long, she be a fool not to savor it.

With Hugo, she’d almost forgotten about the illusion on her hair. Laughing, she slipped the ring off her finger, the brown fading instantly to blonde. “The only person I’m afraid of finding out is my mother.” The musicians in the bar were loud as were the patrons and Addie found herself having to yell over the noise. Instead of yelling, something she planned to do later if Hugo obliged, she switch to a private thread, distaff to spear.

*Problem is she knows enough people from the Court they she would hear the moment the rumor got around. I think she’d kill me if she found out,* Addie added with a laugh and a smirk.

Her mother enjoyed dominating Addie’s life. Going out to such places with such reckless abandon, it was her way of acting out as much as she enjoyed the change. That she served the Territory Court on her mother’s behest spoke of how much the woman still controlled her life, though Addie didn’t exactly see it that way.

*Funny story though,* Addie segued. The bartender brought over the rum. Addie glanced over and picked up the drink in her left hand, right hand reaching out to Hugo’s thigh. She touched him and thought of all the others ways she could touch him, though she’d only done it in a friendly and casual motion. Still, she continued her story.

*A few weeks ago I saw a woman from Court, though I won’t name any names. She had on the most salacious red silk dress. I may have in fact been jealous of that dress. But that was not all of it. She had two of the burliest, most handsome men in the bar on her arms like lovesick puppies. She recognized me of course but she smiled at me, not brazen but knowing. I also got to watch as one of the sailors plunged his hand into her cleavage and kiss her like a man starving man seeking water. Haven’t seen her again but I think anyone I see here will be likely enough to keep my scandalous secret.*
There was laughter in her eyes and she smiled, bright and full. She took a drink of her spiced rum, enjoying the taste even if the quality was not the highest. It would suit her needs just fine.

*If you haven’t been writing letters what has kept you busy? Any swashbuckling, or have the seas been calm?*



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Re: till our wide eyes burn blind
« Reply #13 on: Jan 20, 16, 12:05:31 PM »
Addie slipped the ring off and her hair returned to the more-familiar blonde. Hugo smiled, reaching over to drag his fingers through one tuft of it. "Theeere she is," he murmured, seeming to approve. He nodded at her comment about her mother, giving an understanding expression in response. He understood familiar obligations; most Chaillotians probably did. He lifted a brow when she switched to a thread, and looked back over to her. He could hear her more clearly this way, of course, though he was passing disappointed to lose the excuse to have her lean closer. That was half the fun of being in a place like this, being forced into tight spaces and having to give up one's personal space for the sake of conversation. As though unwilling to give up that nearness, he turned on his barstool to face her when she began conversing at length.

*Oh yeah?* he returned to her, his hands settling on her hips as though he had every right to touch her. *'s that the kinda kick you wanna be? Waltzin' around here draped in limp dick puppies who don't mind sharin'?* He tugged her a little closer, bringing her between his parted knees with a saucy smirk. *Cause if so, you followed the wrong guy outta that bar.*

She asked about what'd been occupying his time, and he laughed a little, his grin bright and easy.

*Just 'cause I didn't write back doesn't mean I didn't respond,* he pointed out, that grin turning a touch dirty. *Spent alot more time in my cabin than usual, for some reason. But naw, no real upsets lately. The Orchid, you know, she's more like a... leisure vessel...* He was full of shit, but the grin he wore gave that away plainly. Still, as much as he enjoyed the idea of taking Addie back to bed, he wasn't about to start talking business with her. She was still a pretty big unknown.

*What about you?* he asked, letting his hands slide a little further around her, and a little lower. If she didn't object, he'd have his hands on her ass before long. *Made any particularly exciting parfaits lately?*

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Re: till our wide eyes burn blind
« Reply #14 on: Jan 20, 16, 10:57:24 PM »
Each time Hugo touched her she thought of another fantasy, of him, of her. With her hair, Hugo tugged her head back to fuck her harder. The touch at her hips, of him lifting her onto her counter again like the first time. She didn’t need liquor when each time he touched her he caused fog and flame to erupt in her mind and body.

If it hadn’t been Hugo she’d have protested the forwardness of the Warlord Prince. She had defenses against men but Hugo didn’t realize the effect he had on her. The man would merely have to ask and she’d eat out of his palm. Their game didn’t work like that though, not before and it didn’t now.

His comment about puppies made her laugh aloud, enough that she set down her drink if only to have another free hand to touch his upper arm with. *I struggle to find a single man who can satisfy my needs. In fact, I am still studying, perhaps I should see if two would give better results.* Hugo’s smirk was eagerly returned as she baited the Warlord Prince. It was clear she recalled what their last encounter had been like and she’d written about how hard it’d been to walk for days. Admitting that now though, that wasn’t part of their game.

Hugo took and challenged her to stop him. Addie smiled as he spoke in her mind but she knew his ship wasn’t a leisure vessel. Hugo’s sister’s letters wouldn’t drip with hatred of the man if he was merely sailing wealthy aristo to and fro. Still she returned his smile, knowing the lie was as much his job as it was her’s to know better. Though she may act like her job was all wasted space she did file paperwork, a lot dealing with shipping and shipping losses as well.

Now, the thought of him, alone, in his bunk with her letters. That made her body heat enough that she felt the blush on her chest. Her dress wasn’t scandalously low cut but it was enough to show off what assets she had. It took her a moment to escape the fantasy of what Hugo did alone with only her letters for companionship. It made her heartache less to know he had cherished them in some fashion, even if it had been for pleasure alone.

As Hugo touch her and moved to trap her within the frame of his body, Addie didn’t move to stop him. No, months ago she’d risen the ante at every turn and now she was no different. The question about parfaits made her laugh lightly as she gripped his thigh tighter with one hand, the other snaking around to the back of his neck as she leaned into him, her lips against the flesh of his ear.

“I’ve been bereft of any truly stimulating parfaits,” she whispered with mock anguish in her tone. Addie’s lips pressed against the flesh of his ear, fluttering as she spoke. At the same time of her whispered musings her left hand moved to brush ever so lightly against the bulge in Hugo’s pants, over the tender flesh that wouldn’t mistake the touch as accidental. Though hidden by the outline of her body from passersby it was only the most fleeting of touches.

Gently, she nipped at the lobe of Hugo’s ear, not enough to hurt but enough to be playful. When she pulled back to look at Hugo that challenge had returned to her gaze. Challenge and fire, though the wide smile that split her face was all amused enjoyment.



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Re: till our wide eyes burn blind
« Reply #15 on: Jan 27, 16, 03:02:38 PM »
She joked about finding two men, and Hugo arched a brow above his smirk. There was a trace of hesitance flavoring his expression, proof of how he wasn't sure whether he wanted to treat the comment like the jest that it was, or let himself get bristly over it. The inference that she doubted he could satisfy her without help was playful, but it still struck that same string inside his brain, still sounded that deep note of ego and possession. It was quiet, though, and for the moment overridden by his interest in the little game between them. It was a fine line to walk, but he managed. He smiled at her, his eyelids only a little more than half-mast, his head tilted back a touch, as though he was sizing her up.

*I highly recommend it if you ever get the chance. Some of the best nights I've had were party affairs.* She let him tug her closer, and he resettled with his hands cupping the pert little globes of her ass. It was a matter of constant restraint for him to keep from lifting her by that grip, the way he'd lifted her up while fucking her. Thinking about it made him impatient, and pulled at the reins of his will. He remembered how it'd felt, pushing into her that first time, so unfettered by preamble and complications. Her letters had ensured that he'd thought about her quite a bit over the past months, and having her so near in the flesh again was a real test of his self-control.

The matter was aggravated when she took it upon herself to lean closer, to all but whimper against his ear and nip at his skin. Hugo turned his head, burying his face in the crook of her neck where he could inhale the scent of her. Her hand brushed against him and his hands tightened on her and pulled her close enough to negate the space between them. Nearly hips-to-hips, she'd be privy to just how successful her little game was at getting his interest.

"Keep it up," he warned, his voice a basso rumble near her ear, "and you're gonna get your own party affair cause I'll bend you over this bar and fuck you in front of all these people." He lifted his head, found her eyes, and it might surprise her to see no hint of teasing in his own.

"Maybe you'd like that, though," he considered, eyes narrowing slightly. One of his hands released its grip on her ass and slid around to the front of her thigh. He held her eyes and silently dared her to stop him. If she didn't, he'd drag that hand up under the hem of her skirt. The gesture was mostly hidden by their closeness and the cross of arms and legs, but if someone happened to be studying the two it wouldn't be hard to figure the situation out. "What do you think?" he asked, sliding a light touch between her thighs, tracing the length of her labia with a finger. Only the delicate span of her lingerie parted his skin from hers, and the nearness of her sex had him aroused and eager. He bit his lower lip, considering her, trying to guess what was going through her mind from what was on her face. Then he leaned forward again to speak into her ear. "You wanna get fucked on this bar? Or you wanna get fucked upstairs?" No, he hadn't overlooked the convenience of the business to which she'd led them. If she handn't pushed his hand away by then, he'd stroke a little harder against her. "Better make up your mind quick. You're about one minute away from gettin' fucked either way, Addie Pineau."



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Re: till our wide eyes burn blind
« Reply #16 on: Jan 29, 16, 10:48:26 PM »
With Hugo’s hands on her body, his swelling nearly pressed against, Adelaide almost forgot about the rest of the bar around them. Everything seemed drowned out except for Hugo and what he awoke within her. Addie could wear a mask in a moment’s notice but with Hugo she gave him her, without effort he unmade her resistance with his deep tremor of a voice.

She felt his words course through her body and end once they reached the core of her. As he dipped his hands into her skits she felt like her brain had been replaced with light alone. No thoughts worked their way through her mind as she focused solely on the feeling of Hugo's hand along her thigh, on her sex and over the folds of her pussy.

The only reaction to his touch was how one hand grabbed his arm, the one not below her skirts. Each inch closer seemed to be another increase in the way her fingers dug into her arms. Her chest was heaving as she found herself short of breath. He bit his lip and Addie felt her body shudder in return, wondering what fantasy rolled through his mind.

Her’s was a cacophony of images, all of them with Hugo fucking her senseless in a variety of ways, one’s she’d written about as well.

His question tumbled through her without answer as she struggled to form the thoughts to even speak. “I -” she started, her voice a weak whisper and lost to the bar. A flush of heat had overtaken her chest and started creeping up her neck, coloring her pink with both passion and need. She felt herself growing wet at just the barest of touches and Addie knew that it was exactly what she wanted.

She didn’t consider a different course of action as she called in her purse and took out more money than she needed. Looking away for the briefest of moment she waved the marks at the man behind the bar. “Room barkeep,” she tried to yell, but her voice was partly lost to the sea of voices around them clamoring for drinks and service.

Leaving one hand full of the marks, awaiting the barkeeps’ attention, she turned back to her mercurial Warlord Prince. Addie continued to act without regard though, for asking for a room was only half of the answer. With a flicker of Craft she vanished the thin silk of her panties, relishing the feel of Hugo’s callused finger against her tender, needy flesh. She felt like she’d swallowed a sea storm, full of fury, waiting to be unleashed for Hugo alone. Her brown eyes focused on Hugo’s blue, wild with need, intense with reckless abandon.

It was her turn to bite her lip.



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Re: till our wide eyes burn blind
« Reply #17 on: Feb 05, 16, 11:04:02 AM »
Adelaide Pineau seemed to warm all over, and Hugo thought there wasn't anything in the realm that was quite as hot as the sight of her right then. A sort of tunnel vision tried to set in, tried to drown out the rest of the bar, but Hugo knew better than to yield to it. He just had to be a little patient, he told himself, and then he could put a locked door between himself and the rest of these people. A few more minutes, and he could have Addie to himself.

She tried to answer him, and her failed attempt made him grin. "You? You what, Adelaide?" He teased, while rubbing his fingers a little more insistently against her. She asked for a room instead of answering and Hugo laughed a little, amused. Suddenly, though, his fingers were no longer sliding against damp silk, but against the slick warmth of her body. He smirked when he realized what she'd done, and he leaned forward, closer to her. He bit lightly at the lobe of her ear, and pulled her closer with his free hand via one hip. His other hand pressed further, and he pushed a finger inside of her.

"There you are," he rumbled quietly against her ear. He withdrew his finger and sank it back in again, his palm rubbing firmly and intentionally against her mound as he did so. "Mmph. I can already taste you," he told her, nipping at the side of her neck. "I remember likin' the way you taste. And the way you sound when I've got my head between your legs. But nothin's as good as havin' this cock inside you. Nngh, I'm lookin' forward to makin' you scream again, woman." He sighed, his breath heavy and warm on her throat. "Your minute's almost up, Addy Pineau."

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Re: till our wide eyes burn blind
« Reply #18 on: Feb 09, 16, 09:18:18 PM »
If she’d felt like fire before, Addie was an inferno now. Flushing from what felt like her crown to toes, Addie shuddered a breath as her eyes fluttered in desire. As if to add to her bonfire of pleasure Hugo slipped a finger into her, giving her exactly what she’d dared him to do.

And she loved it.

Addie moaned, a soft moan into his ear as he leaned into her, teasing her with his touch and his words. He stole her eloquence and flung the words back at her, softly spoken promises against her neck. The shudder that ran through her body wasn’t violent but clear; Hugo was unmaking her with his words.

The slam at the bar brought her gaze from Hugo’s hair back to the man beside the bar. Addie had forgotten she’d left her arm up, grasping silver marks. The barkeep must have spoken but when he spoke again Addie finally heard him.

“Whaddya need?” Annoyance flashed over his gaze as he looked at Addie.

The Witch couldn’t have blushed though for her face was already red from what Hugo did to her. The Warlord Prince didn’t seem to let her forget about him though as he moved a single digit within her and she gasp, turning the action into a cough. The cough made the barkeep frown.

“A room,” she spoke, too softly. Trying again, Addie raised her voice over the din of the bar. “A room,” she shouted, pressing the marks into his hand forcefully, aware it was far too much. The barkeep, glancing between Addie and Hugo, didn’t argue as he stepped away. Still Hugo didn’t stop and Addie, even surrounded by people, felt her body urging her for more. She wanted his promises, his cock, to taste every inch of him and claim Hugo anew.

Any reservations she had were forgotten in the face of her lust and need.

With her other hand she twisted her finger into the fabric and muscle of Hugo’s upper arm, using the motion as an outlet for her pleasure. Each subtle shift she gripped her fingers tighter, her eyes dilating further. She barely noticed when the barkeep returned and dropped a key into her hand, his voice like it came from underwater through the haze of her pleasure. “Room 5, up the stairs at the back of the room,” the barkeep must have pointed but Addie couldn’t see and just nodded, clutching the key to her chest as she turned back to Hugo.

The smile she wore was more akin to that of an addict, out of touch with the word and consumed by a drug. Addie’s only drug was Hugo and she could admit freely she was addicted. Still she dangled the key between them, leaning forward to smile and run her tongue up the side of the Warlord Prince’s neck.

“I did my part,...” whispered the Witch into the Warlord Prince’s ear. Addie didn’t know what the next step was but she was putty and wasn’t sure if she’d trust her legs completely in the moment. Still, whatever Hugo needed, she didn’t have the heart in her to deny him, not so long as he kept looking at her like he did and touching her with such heat and need.



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Re: till our wide eyes burn blind
« Reply #19 on: Feb 14, 16, 01:36:48 PM »
Hugo watched Addie's face with open amusement while she tried to speak to the barkeep as though nothing was amiss. He loved her little stutters and gasps, and in fact tried to trip her up by stroking harder, reaching deeper, pulling her closer. In the end she won, however, and dangled a room key from her hand. She told Hugo she'd done her part and he chuckled, pulling his fingers from within her so that he could slide both hands over the curves of her ass in tandem. He pulled her flush against himself this way, squeezing her backside while pressing his hardening self against her.

"Oh, your part's just startin'," he told her, as much a warning as a promise. He slid his hands down the backs of her thighs and used a grip there to pull her up. He turned on his barstool as he did so, so that when he settled her down in his lap the small of her back was flush against the edge of the bar top, and her legs straddled his waist. His hands settled at her hips, holding her hard against his own, until one of them lifted to slide up the side of her neck. He pulled her to himself to kiss her, hungry and deep, his fingers sliding further up to tangle themselves in the hair on the back of her head.

*I could fuck you right here,* his voice promised, in her head. Even on a psychic thread, his voice was laced with a lusty growl. His hips rocked up against her, and a pleased rumble sounded in his chest, though he never broke the forceful kiss. He showed her images in her head, the sight of her rocking up and down on his lap while the bar buzzed with activity all around them. *...make you scream for me in front of all of these people. And you'd let me, wouldn't you?* he dared her, accused her, praised her. *You'd get off right here if I wanted you to. Wouldn't you, Addie?* His hand left her hair for the sake of returning to her hip, so that he could grind her down against himself more solidly. He released her mouth at last, so that he could breathe and bite at her earlobe. "Fuck," he whispered, a quiet exasperation.  "Seven hells, you get me so fuckin' hard, woman."

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Re: till our wide eyes burn blind
« Reply #20 on: Feb 23, 16, 09:22:03 PM »
Though she felt such a swell of success at gaining a room key, Addie was sad to feel Hugo remove his finger from within her. The need and desire that pulsed within her made her thoughts sluggish. All she knew was she wanted Hugo, however he’d have her. She’d been desperate when he’d not called on her. Now that she had him she was desperate to take him, to be taken, and all the rest of the world funneled down until Hugo was all she saw and cared about.

The soft moan, part need and part relief at his touch was an accounting of her unbound need. His words caused her body to heat anew. She felt the shudder erupt through her body and she didn’t fight it. No, she flung her arms around the Warlord Prince, gripping the key like a lifeline her only consideration for the item she held. She’d fought hard to get that key even if she couldn’t exactly care why. No, so long as Hugo controlled her body she was malleable in his hands.

He kissed her like a man seeking air underwater and Addie returned with as much ardor. She didn’t care that next to them was a drunk who smelled slightly of seawater and piss. Nothing remained but the pleasure of Hugo on her, his lips on her mouth, his hands on her hip, the feel of him beneath her moist cunt, pants the only barrier from the thing she truly craved.

She whimpered into the kiss as he spoke to her. He’d distracted her so badly she tried to form the Craft to speak to his mind and failed. Only when he broke the kiss did she think she’d be able to speak then, even though Hugo was sending her body into overdrive. Her body was a hair trigger and when Hugo moved her down onto his erection and bit her earlobe, Addie didn’t fight anymore. She let the orgasm take her.

Addie let herself shudder in his arms, heat suffusing her from head to toe. Her face was red and she had enough presence of mind to bite down on the flesh of Hugo’s neck. Though her mouth was full of the Warlord Prince’s flesh she found herself moaning loud enough that Hugo would hear it. The only saving grace was how loud the bar was and the band that played. Still Addie shuddered her relief, almost sagging down into the Warlord Prince’s body. Panting, she had no words left within her beyond the well of relief she felt, though she didn’t expect that to last.

Night’s Tits, she’s missed the Warlord Prince and clearly her body had as well.



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Re: till our wide eyes burn blind
« Reply #21 on: Feb 24, 16, 08:30:49 PM »
She came.

Right there in his lap, skirt still bunched around her upper thighs. Right there with her mouth on his throat, her teeth carving out a heavy blend of pleasure and pain. Right there in the middle of this shitty little bar, with sailors and hookers and drunks and the desperate all around them. Her voice lifted up right beside his ear, and he knew that sound. Knew that way her body tensed, shuddered, and then went slack. For a second, he was just amazed. She'd surprised him.

And then he was hungry.

He did not recall making the conscious decision to rise from his seat. Nor did he recall deciding that the best way to get upstairs was to carry Addie just as she was, with her legs around his waist. Yet somehow, they were moving through the crowd with his arms around her and his tongue in her mouth. A wedge of Craft guided him, making a careful path through the bar's patrons because Hugo didn't care enough to open his eyes and use them. Some baser part of his psyche felt out the room, found the stairs, and ordered his steps to get him there in short order.

Sadly, that baser part sort of shorted out when they reached the stairwell. The walls were too near and too convenient, and he paused with her leaned back against one of them. It allowed him to free his hands so that they could roam over her body, testing the firm and the softer spots beneath the thin fabric of her dress. Her breasts seemed to him to fit right into the palms of his hands, and he took no small amount of pleasure in kneading and squeezing them until Adelaide whimpered again. Those sounds she made, though, they were enough to rekindle the drive that'd pushed him towards the rented room in the first place. They were off again shortly, this time bumping lazily against this wall and that until they somehow managed to locate the room they'd been rented.

At least, the door opened, and the bed was empty. Whether it was really the right room or not was not really Hugo's concern. He got her inside and closed and locked the door, then pinned her to the wall with his body while he shrugged out of his coat.

"Take it off," he grumbled, between breathy pants, his mouth never straying terribly far from her. "I wanna see you."  Whether Addie was in the mood to comply or whether she challenged his orders didn't really matter. He was eager enough that he didn't care. Since the moment she'd moaned in his ear downstairs he'd wanted to have those lips moaning around his cock. He was so close to having it, and it was steadily driving him mad.

"Those letters you wrote were pretty ballsy," he told her, a sassy grin on his face when he once more parted from her mouth. "You remember what you said you wanted to do?" he teased her, while he unbuttoned his shirt from top to bottom with what he hoped was an infuriating degree of patience. "Cause I'm a little foggy on the details. Why don't you remind me?" Once his shirt was shrugged away he moved forward again, pressing himself against her while his hands framed her face. "Let's see if that mouth is as filthy as those fingers," he said, grinning when he kissed her once more.

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Re: till our wide eyes burn blind
« Reply #22 on: Feb 28, 16, 08:24:17 PM »
Good or bad, the orgasm that ripped through her hadn’t been her full potential. As she came to her senses and released the flesh beneath her teeth she gazed up to Hugo’s blue eyes. She’d never known the ocean could appear so ravenously hungry. It made her heart flutter, not with fear, but with bated excitement.

For that gaze she’d have walked through Hell naked.

Addie didn’t protest as Hugo took control. With one orgasm out of the way she felt her mind clear marginally. She still wanted the Warlord Prince with a need the eclipsed all her other wants, but she felt as though she’d be capable of forming words again. She didn’t need to though as he claimed her mouth and she returned his impassioned kiss with equal vigor. Each touch of the Warlord Prince made her whimper, almost mewling, into the kiss.

Gods she loved how he made her feel. She wrapped her arms around him and ground her moist cunt into his erection, moaning into the kiss as her tender folds reacted to the motion. When he pressed her against the door, the second door, she hurriedly handed him the key to the room. Through perhaps divine providence they made it into the tiny, dirty room before either of them were truly naked.

By the time they’d opened the door she was ready to claim or be claimed. So long as it involved Hugo and her body. He pinned her to the wall and she slid her legs down from around his waist. The man towered over her but Addie didn’t mind, staring up with her brown eyes that were hazy with lust again.

Thankfully she found her voice as her fingers went to her bodice. Clasped in the front, she didn’t have laces to undo but instead busk enclosures. Her outfit had been made for women without a maid, though it was tight and made her breasts perk, she had to under each clasp one at a time.

That didn’t bother Addie as she wrapped her fingers around the first enclosure. Her eyes didn’t leave Hugo’s as she spoke, speaking between his lips pressed to her lips or her neck. She remembered every word she wrote, truth or fantasy.

“I wrote you to tell you how you left me aching for days.” Snap when the first of the enclosures as his lips followed the line of her jaw.

“I wrote you to tell you how I dreamed of how your cock tasted in my mouth and how hungry it had made me.” Another snap as she felt her breasts freed. Hugo didn’t stop and neither did she.

“I wrote you to tell you how many times I had pleasured myself thinking of you.” Another snap and she smiled. His hands had found her breasts and brought forth a moan. Still she didn’t stop speaking.

“I wrote you to tell you how I would ride you, how I would make you beg for my body again.” Almost done, only one closure left on the bodice. She was moaning as Hugo touched her, as she slowly took her time still.

“I wrote you to beg you to fuck me, to dominate me and leave me hungry for your body alone.” He’d not come to her even after that, but he was here now and she wanted every ounce that Hugo had to offer.

She could have vanished her clothing but she had enjoyed the way her skirt had bunched around her hips downstairs, she wanted that again. Instead she slid out of the bodice top, her peasant top loose and readily revealing her breasts and heaving chest to Hugo. With her hands free she ran them up his body, trailing nails lightly to tease, a promise for later in little pink lines.

Addie felt his need, his explosive hunger, and let the Warlord Prince lead for the moment. She didn’t fear that she’d reclaim that role soon enough. “Fuck me Hugo,” she whispered with unabashed need.



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Re: till our wide eyes burn blind
« Reply #23 on: Mar 13, 16, 05:51:46 PM »
Hugo wasn't normally one to enjoy restraint. Especially when it came to sex, he was typically more of an immediate-gratification kind of man. If anyone had asked him an hour ago if he'd have been to wait patiently while with his cock in his pants while Addie Pineau slowly unfastened her bodice and purred filthy words into his ear, he'd have laughed.

He wasn't laughing now, though.

Her voice was like a spell, those words hypnotizing. He touched her wherever he could while he listened, his hands sliding over her hips and her thighs, her face, her breasts, once she revealed them. Her hands were busy taking their time in getting rid of that damned bodice, but they might as well have been stroking him, for how hard she managed to make him in those few seconds. He'd been aroused already, but by the time she whispered for him to fuck her he was nearly vibrating with sheer lust. He snarled, his hands leaving her only long enough to tear impatiently at his belt. He buried his face against her throat, letting the scent of her further incite him while he loosened his pants enough to free himself. It was a hurried, maddened thing then, the way he reached down to pull her thighs up around his waist again. There was but a moment's pause where he lined up their bodies, and then he was inside of her at last. One push, deep as he could go, while he bit down on the tender curve of her neck.

It wasn't enough. She enveloped him in fire and pressure and he groaned with the singular pleasure of that first shove, but it wasn't enough. He hooked her knees into the crooks of his elbows, so that when he leaned into her again she opened further for him, and he forced his hips harder against her. Better. He held her that way, pinned against the wall by his weight and his rutting, and carved bruises into her neck with his teeth. He stopped short of drawing blood, but the growl that sounded with nearly every thrust might make it seem like that restraint would be short-lived. Everything else fell away, for him, except the feel of her cunt around his cock, the sound of his body slapping against her wet core, the heat of her mouth and tongue on his skin. He did eventually release her neck and sought out her mouth, and he plied rough, deep, hungry kisses that seem just as happy to devour her as they were to arouse her. When she began to whimper he fucked her harder. When she came against him again, he fucked her harder, still. He fucked her until the wall shook with each thrust and the cheap picture that'd been hung there hopped off the wall and crashed to the floor. His voice lifted from him, and the growls turned to something more vocal, the rising timbre of it suggesting he was close.

He stopped himself before he came. He pulled himself from her and dropped her legs, and he took her face and neck in both of his hands and he kissed her with a fervor that bordered on anger. Then he stepped back, and he pulled her off of the wall, sent her stumbling towards the bed with a shove. He was not long behind her, pausing only long enough to pull his shirt off over his head and toss it aside. He stepped out of his boots and shoved his pants away from his hips, though he opted to vanish them rather than taking the time to pull them off of his legs.

Whether Addie crawled onto the bed or waited beside it, his response was the same. He reached a hand for the back of her head and guided it down to his rigid cock, intent on watching it push past those filthy lips of hers.

"Take it," he growled, lust and need adding gravel to his voice and tightness to his jaw.

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Re: till our wide eyes burn blind
« Reply #24 on: Mar 17, 16, 10:21:57 PM »
Rarely, Addie got exactly what she asked for. She gazed up at Hugo, pleading in her eyes, and asked him to fuck her. The man had done exactly that.

The dirty interior of the small room fell away as Hugo entered her, forceful and sending shockwaves of pleasure through her. Addie had thought she was ready, braced, prepared. Hugo shredded any sense of that fallacy. What they’d had months ago was almost mild compared with the ferocity that Hugo attacked her body. Teeth at her neck, cock pushing as deep as her body would allow, the sounds of him slamming into her again and again a symphony of exactly what she wanted.

Her body tensed and her pleading gasps were all the warning she had before she was screaming her orgasm into his kiss. A fog of desire had overcome her and she was putty, malleable and eager. Though she rocked her body in time with Hugo, he had consumed her fully as his trusting did not abate. Harder, rougher, louder, he was taking all she had and demanding more. The way her fingers dug into his back, drawing little pinpricks of blood, that was only encouragement for Hugo to continue.

Addie never hesitated to give into his lust. No, she gave in with reckless abandon, screaming and moaning at Hugo’s touch, his kiss, his length sheathed within her. She’d thought he would be moments away from releasing within her as she bore down on him in return, angling so she’d see the pleasure alight on his face. When he pulled out, she’d only felt abandoned for a brief moment.

Purpose shone in the Warlord Prince’s eyes, purpose and determination and made her anxious and excited in turns. The angry way he kissed her thrilled her, trusting the Warlord Prince completely. With her fingers she ran her nails down the sides of his hips, teasing out pink lines out of the skin.

The shove was a surprise, pushed towards the bed the dominated the tiny room. Her gasp wasn’t upset but it was unexpected as she felt her skirt not completely fall back down to cover her sopping cunt. Brown eyes watched Hugo as he stalked towards her though, standing near the bed as she assessed the situation.

Though Hugo grabbed her neck and pushed her down, Addie was only too happy to indulge the Warlord Prince. He’d brought her waves of pleasure, screaming and blinding. She’d tasted him that first night but now she wanted to truly lavish her attention upon him.

Though wet from her pussy, she didn’t hesitate to grasp the shaft of his cock with one hand, putting her swollen lips over the crown of him. There was no shyness as she sucked him with her mouth and ran her hand over his shaft. On her knees, pressed into the hard floorboards, she flicked her tongue around the crown of him, relishing the taste and the way he felt, silky and rock hard.

At first she gazed up the strong muscles of his body, taking in the way her touch and tongue made the Warlord Prince twitch and moan. As she got into the act though she let her eyes gaze down to his length, her hand falling away as she took more and more of him into her mouth. Though she was young she’d passed her time at Court and beyond exploring what bodies were capable.

While Hugo was an impressive man, he wasn’t enough to scare her away. Relaxing her throat, she took the full length of him into her moist mouth, letting the crown of him hit the back of her throat for as long as she could withstand. Her tongue flicked along the shaft as she pulled back to take a breath before taking the whole of him again. With her hands she reached back, enjoying the feel of his ass, just as muscled as the rest of him. Holding herself firm to Hugo, she didn’t withhold her ardor. Addie took all Hugo had to offer and made certain he was not left wanting.



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Re: till our wide eyes burn blind
« Reply #25 on: Mar 22, 16, 11:55:13 AM »
Addie did not shy away from Hugo's coarse direction, but obeyed him with a fervor that nearly undid him at once. He watched as his cock disappeared past her lips, her hand stroking the base of his shaft while she sucked and tongued the rest of him. The sight was almost - almost - as arousing as the feel of it all. But she'd only just begun, and it wasn't long before Hugo watched her take his entire length into her mouth and throat, even pulling on his ass with her hands to make sure she took every bit of him. The heat and pressure and Mother Night, that tongue of hers, it won unfiltered groans and curses from Hugo. He cupped a hand to the back of her head and took a fistful of her hair into his grip. At first, it added no pressure. It was just a touch, though he did occasionally tighten his fist enough to pull on her hair. But he let her control her own work, and quietly praised her via some fairly colorful curses and soft exclamations.

After a few moments, though, that hand at the back of her head urged her to work a little faster. Held her flush against him for a moment longer, once she was there.

"Yesssssss..." he hissed, teeth clenched while he held her in place, his cock lodged fully against the back of her throat. He withdrew to allow her a breath, then pushed himself in again and held once more. "Fuck, Addie," he growled, the words blending into a groan of pleasure as he withdrew once more. "So fucking good. Take it. Take it. Yesssss..." Both hands on her head now, he worked his way up to properly fucking her face, with little regard for anything except the monstrous climax she was chasing him towards. Choking and gagging on her part would only excite him further, and though he made allowances for her to steal necessary breaths, it seemed that he nearly forgot about her otherwise. He gave her little warning when he came, though there was some sort of grunting inquiry about where she wanted it. Any hesitance or lack of clarity on her part would win her a mouth full of seed, though, which was certainly his preference in that moment. He came with a shout and a hiss, fingers curling hard into her skin.

And then the madness was done, and Hugo stood there, panting and momentarily spent.

He looked down at Addie, cupped her face in his hands, and brushed his thumbs over her cheeks. He licked his lips and cursed again softly, his breathing still labored, and he reached down to pull her up by her arms. Humanity had returned to him, and it was with an odd care that he picked her up and placed her on the bed. He chuckled softly and leaned to press a passing kiss to her mouth. He left her then, but only to step into the washroom, where he filled a cup with some water to bring back to her. He'd set it aside if she didn't want it, otherwise he'd watch her while she drank. When she finished, he'd set aside the cup and crawl onto the bed with her, gently bowling her over so that she laid back beneath him.

"You're a good time, Addie Pineau," he told her, grinning down at her while posted on his hand. His other hand landed at her mouth, tracing lightly over the lips she'd used to bring him release. He dragged that light touch down over her chin, down the line of her throat, and down further, over her breastbone. When he encountered the top of her shirt he vanished it, then reached down to press a kiss to the valley between her breasts. He murmured something unintelligible there, a low noise that wound up a blended purr and growl expressing his pleasure. She was so soft, and there was something fascinating to him about finding those parts of her after enjoying such raunchy and crass pleasure. Whether he was making up for the abuse he'd inflicted moments ago or merely doting on her because he felt like it would be hard to say. But either way, Hugo would spend the next half hour or so exploring Addie's breasts and collar, her ribs and belly, her hips, her waist, her solar plexus and neck. He kissed her, licked her, nipped at the taut spans of flesh and pinched the softer places between his fingers. He was relentless but unhurried, determined but gentle, and refused to allow her to rush him or take control from him. By the time he parted her thighs and kissed a path from her inner knee to her core, he wanted her to be writhing with want. When he finally dipped his tongue into her folds, it was with the intention of bringing her to release as quickly as possible.

...so that he could keep massaging her pearl with his tongue even after, when she was tender enough that each touch sent jolts of electricity though her. He'd spread his kisses out again then, over her thighs and belly and hips, and he'd start working his fingers into her cunt, stroking her here and there between bouts of curling his fingers inside of her to find that place that stole her breath. He returned his lips and tongue to her clit then, and worked with determined resolve until she came for him again.

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Re: till our wide eyes burn blind
« Reply #26 on: Mar 23, 16, 09:27:48 PM »
The calloused fingers of Hugo wrapping into her hair pleased Addie. His noises, the way his body rocked against her, into her face and filling her with the scent of his manhood. He’d brought her to orgasm while she scream his name. Now she was determined to make certain he came with equal ferocity.

As he pushed himself further into the cavern of her mouth she felt him gagging her. Though her throat struggled she calmed her panicking mind with the knowledge she would take a breath in a moment. Each time Hugo pulled out from her mouth she took a shallow breath, relaxing her throat and feeling his meaty head deep within her. The noises he made were divine, they sent shivers of pleasure through her. She flicked her tongue and he moaned, it was such intoxicating power.

She wanted him like putty, desperate for the release she offered with her mouth.

Her warning were the noises that she’d found herself chasing, the beat of his breath and the shuddering in his body. Even her fingers felt in, pressing halfmoon circles into the flesh of his ass. Her fingers begged him for his release. Her mouth worshipped his body as she coaxed him into orgasm. The salty taste of his cum as he released himself into her mouth was her reward and his shout, his hiss, her proof of success.

Addie didn’t hesitate to swallow as Hugo took his cock from her mouth. Gasping a deep breath she looked up at Hugo, flush with her ministrations, silvia coating her mouth. A droplet of semen had slipped from her lips and with her thumb she swept up the liquid. With a languid motion she kissed the salty fluid from her thumb as Hugo grinned down at her and traced her lips with his fingers.

She wanted him to fuck her again already. Her body was alive with need after feeling him cum so forcefully in her mouth. Desire and amusement lit her gaze, challenging and begging the Warlord Prince for more. He stepped away to bring her water and Addie chugged the whole of the glass, thirsty after the exertions of the evening. Her gaze barely left Hugo though, she was drunk on the sight of him, on his naked glory and the pleasure he imparted to her body.

“If you ever lacked for work I assure you I could hire you to just keep me satisfied. I promise the work wouldn’t be too hard,” She grinned through her joke as she handed the water back to Hugo and let the Warlord Prince touch her face, her lips, her chin. Kneeling on the ground still she didn’t try to challenge him, adoring the gentle and hungry way he looked at her body. Distantly she wished she’d be able to keep that look forever, to convince him to stay with her, but she threw that wish to the darkest parts of her mind. In the moment all she wanted was to feel Hugo fuck her anew.

It seemed though as the Warlord Prince pushed her back onto the bed he was intensely interested in teasing her body. He kissed his way over the slight bruises of her throat, tenderness over the abused flesh. Addie didn't complain, the pain had made the pleasure eclipse normal pleasure. Even recalling how Hugo had pressed her against the wall and fucked her made her pussy clench in need. She moaned and gasped as Hugo toyed with her.

He drove her mad with his teasing. When she rocked her hips, trying to rub her cunt on the man who toyed with her he just moved aside. When she plead, simple words asking him to fuck her, to touch her, he ignored her. It was as if he was determined to explore every inch of her flesh, to leave her gasping and breathless, to leave her needy and so painfully wet. Her body arched under the man, desperate for release as her breath beat a frantic pace of lust.

She was beginning to think Hugo would ignore her pleas, her gentle begging, her demands, and leave her wanting with lust forever. He did not leave her begging for long though, his tongue capturing her aching pussy, pushing into her and sending new shockwaves of pleasure through her.

It took barely a few laps of his tongue to send her tumbling into the abyss of an orgasm. She was screaming, screaming Hugo’s name, cursing him, wordless noises all while she arched her back from the bed, as if she were looking for escape with nowhere to go. Panting, her body didn’t calm as Hugo explored her thighs and entered her with fingers. She moaned and panted, body writhing as she gripped the bedspread as well as locking her fingers through Hugo’s blonde locks. Pushing fingers into his scalp she urged him on until he claimed the pearl of her, stimulating her pulsing muscles of her cunt and the clitoris with his tongue.

So tender from his ministrations she was unmade by Hugo again. This time she could barely form his name a single time before her wordless screaming took over. She was shaking, spasming, riding the orgasm like a tidal wave. Addie barely had time to breath as Hugo took her over the edge anew, not stopping until he was sure her body had crested completely.

Though she was panting, Addie felt like her mind was a million miles away. She could only see white spots dancing over her vision, the room cloudy as she tried to gaze down at Hugo but only saw his outline. Her breasts and face were red with flushing, her body hot and sweaty from Hugo alone. She needed a breather but couldn’t even form the words as she laid on the bed and tried to merely catch her breath. A small, breathy laugh escaped her though, so happy and free.

She had Hugo for the night and he heart was nothing but joyful.



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Re: till our wide eyes burn blind
« Reply #27 on: Mar 25, 16, 10:30:40 AM »
It would have been hard for Hugo to say just why he found Adelaide Pineau so fascinating. She was beautiful, yes. As fiercely sexual a creature as he'd ever met. But there were lots of Blood women who fit that description, and Hugo had bedded his fair share of them. They were always a good time. Addie kept his attention fixated on her with those scandalous letters she sent him, of course. But a cold piece of paper tucked away in his cabin was no reason for the blonde before him to cross his mind while he'd been balls-deep in some other beautiful woman. And she had. More than once. He hadn't really let himself think too long on that, but his denial didn't make it any less true.

But whatever the reason, she had him snared. Maybe it was her humor, how it seemed to match his even when his veered into the raunchier side of things. Maybe it was how much it amused him to find that kind of rawness and unrepentant crassness in someone who spent their days courtesying at Court. Or maybe it was just the fact that when he was with her, she seemed to hold absolutely nothing back from him. She gave, body and soul, until there was nothing left to give. When she was all but convulsing with pleasure, screaming his name with graceless abandon, it made him feel like some kind of near god.

Addie laughed, breathless and spent for the moment, and it pulled a grin to show through the beard on his face. He crawled forward on his arms over her, then let himself fall to one shoulder at her side. He pulled her to lay flush against him, her back to his front. One arm slid beneath her, and curled possessively around her chest until his hand could hook upon her topmost shoulder. His other hand took a firm grip on her hip, and he pressed his face into the crook of her neck, seeking that warm concentration of her scent. In truth, he wanted her again already. His desire was merely simmering, though, for the moment. He could've worked himself easily back into full ardor, but he opted to let the moment drag out a bit. He'd put her through alot very quickly already, and it seemed only fair to let her catch her breath now.

That lower hand flexed, and would occasionally slide down over her belly, up over her ribs, along the sexy slope of her waist where it swelled up to her hip. Just... feeling her. Appreciating the smoothness of her skin, and the way her body was open to him.

"Any of your fancy-dressed Court pricks ever made you scream like that?" he grumbled against her ear, before another grin took his mouth. He half expected her to say they did. It wasn't easy to admit to someone that they were more capable than anyone else of getting a person off properly. Hugo sure as hell wasn't about to admit it to Addie. And he didn't mind her banter, anyway. Her sass and sense of humor were some of the things he enjoyed about her.

"I bet they got no idea what to do with a girl like you," he teased her, softening it with a playful nip at her neck.

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Re: till our wide eyes burn blind
« Reply #28 on: Mar 25, 16, 05:08:59 PM »
With eyes that hadn’t aligned themselves back to the physical world, Addie watched an outline of the Warlord Prince crawl up the bed to her. Every part of her body felt heavy with sated pleasure, her breath calming with each new inhale. Though Hugo touched her this time it wasn’t lighting a fire of passion within her, it was just calming, centering.

She didn’t resist the man pulling her against him. The feel of his flesh on her back, of his hard muscles, that was pleasurable in a way that wasn’t solely of sex. There was comfort in the way he touched her skin, something delicate and precious in the way he pressed his face to her neck. As her vision cleared she touch one of the arms that held her, manicured nails dancing through the soft hairs of Hugo’s arm.

There was a flash vulnerable longing as Hugo continued to touch her and hold her close. The thoughts of the young girl who’d wanted Hugo for years rearing her head. With her hand running over the flesh of his arm, she imagined for a moment knowing his body, his heart, and seeing him in her life more than once every 6 months. The logical part of her knew it wasn’t to be but she wanted it still. His words brought her from her tragic longing, packing away the emotions again and focusing on the passion, the ardor, she felt for Hugo.

His words though, they cut through sentimentality and reminded her of why she craved Hugo now, why she sought him out. Men at Court were happy to find themselves in her bed but they were the type who enjoyed a round or two before they were ready to collapse into sleep. Some of the men had even called her insatiable, as though it were a bad thing. “They may dress nice but I can assure you they are lacking in both the stamina and the creativity department.” Her tone was light, playful. “I’ve been called insatiable once or twice,” she added with mock horror, though there was something honest to her joke, something that wasn’t as lighthearted as she made her statement.

“Good thing you came along though or perhaps I would have to wallow the rest of my years and settle for merely subpar sex.” There was a gentle laugh as she spoke, but that same honesty as before.

As her body recovered her voice became steadily less breathy. Though she was sweaty and limbs heavy, the moment of recovery between was giving her enough strength to continue. Addie knew Hugo wasn’t close to done, he could have hours left in him. She wasn't about to flag behind either. The touch of him, over her body, behind her, it was stirring a simmering pot of her need. As he continued it was clear with her perked nipples and the way her flesh prickled at his touch that she was not done with their evening.

“How many women have you had to wake up to just keep up with you? Or throw you out for being too much to handle? A dozen? Two dozen perhaps?” Smirking, though Hugo couldn’t see it unless he spun her around, there was amusement in her voice. She was not jealous of the women she knew he invariably slept with, she just merely wanted him to come to her when he was in port. Was it really so much to ask?



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Re: till our wide eyes burn blind
« Reply #29 on: Mar 27, 16, 01:13:02 PM »
"Insatiable? Dearie me," he teased, effective a lighter, more effeminate tone for the last. But he laughed, chuckling warmly against her throat while his arms braced more tightly around her for a second. "Well now," he murmured, his voice once more his usual, rougher baritone. He paused long enough to bite gently at the tender curve of her neck. "That would be a crime."

His arms shifted again, sliding unhurriedly along her body. The arm beneath her moved lower, fixed its hold around her waist. His other arm slide higher, so that he could cup one of her breasts in his palm. He pressed kisses down her neck, from her earlobe out to the cap of her shoulder, and then back. While he did so, he kneaded her breast with a lazy patience, only occasionally brushing a fingertip over a nipple. She asked about him having to wake up his lovers and he chuckled again, the sound reverberating through his chest at her back.

"A few," he admitted, and she could feel his grin against the muscle tied from neck to shoulder. "The waking up part, I mean," he clarified. He lifted his head, bit at her earlobe before adding more quietly, "I don't get thrown out too often." He released her breast to slide that hand back down to her hip. "Why, Addie?" he murmured, grinning. "You thinkin' of tryin' to throw me out?" He pulled on her hip, bringing her flush back against himself. He was roused again, a telling pressure against her backside. "Cause I got bad news if that's your plan," he whispered. He released her hip only long enough to guide his cock between her thighs. He pressed it through the damp warmth there until he found her, and once positioned properly he returned his hand to her hip, held her in place while he pushed himself inside. He groaned softly against her throat, and for a moment his hand tightened almost painfully at her hip. It then pushed lower, snaking to the inside of her thigh only to pull her legs open some. He'd coax her top leg to drape back over his own, opening her some so that when he angled his hips just so, he could push a bit deeper into her.

And push, he did. Not the frenzied, mad thrusting of before, but slow, deep, intentional strokes meant to allow him to enjoy the feel of her, specifically. His lower hand would slide down to cup her sex from the front, though he'd let her reaction dictate how much, if any, stimulation he gave her there at this point. It was highly possible she was still too tender to enjoy that yet, and for these fleeting moments he seemed obliged to yield in that regard.





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Re: till our wide eyes burn blind
« Reply #30 on: Mar 27, 16, 01:58:33 PM »
As he touched her she felt her body come to life under him. She squirmed slightly, feeling his body along her back, hard muscle unyielding. He had the advantageous position but Addie didn’t mind in the least. He nipped along her neck causing her flesh to prickle in response, as though there was a cold draft in the room. Nothing was cold on her though, Hugo was fire and she was warmed by him through and through.

His touch on her breasts, her body, she didn’t hide anything from Hugo in how it brought her pleasure. Gentle sighs, needy moans, pushing her body back against him in need, all of it she gave to him. His words brought a soft laugh from her, the crime of her insatiable need something she knew Hugo would never truly deny. No, Hugo met her at each turn with his desire, they were well matched there.

She shuddered a breath as he interrupted her response to push inside her. Pleasure flowed through her body, a gentle moan at his more tempered movement. “Throw you out?” Her voice was almost whispered as pleasure was clear in her breathy tone. “I think I’d like to tie you up, see you try to escape my,” he slid into her again causing her to pause and moan gently. “My clutches then.” The laugh that escaped her was part delighted sound, part moan as her body rocked against Hugo, moving to let him explore all the depths of her.

Following the urging of the Warlord Prince she wrapped her leg around the outside of Hugo’s, opening her pussy to his exploring hand. She shuddered and made such a squealing noise of pleasure and pain, it was clear she was achingly tender from what Hugo had done just minutes before. “Softer,” instructed Addie without hesitation, moving her hand down to join his and move his fingers exactly as she desired over her folds. As the man listened to her responses and her gentle nudging from her fingers as well as the way she arched her body back into his cock, the Warlord Prince could find just the way to make her moan and shake. The way her body slickened and spread between them a testament to just how easily he brought her pleasure.

“Hugo,” she whispered, his voice like a benediction to the darkness on the lips of her most faithful servant. Instead though it was Addie, worshiping the man who brought her such pleasure she’d have accounted herself addicted to him already. “Don’t stop,” she begged him, feeling a building pressure at his slow pace. This time though, with the lack of frenzied coupling, the fire built in her slow. As long as the Warlord Prince took his time, he’d enjoy the moans, shudders and gentle cries of Addie for as long as he enjoyed. If he sought her release, it would only take a little quickening of the pace to see her unmade, crying out in pleasure, crying out the name of her new God and the pleas of him to never stop.



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Re: till our wide eyes burn blind
« Reply #31 on: Jul 18, 16, 06:55:42 PM »
Addie showed him what she wanted, and there was something incredibly sexy to Hugo about the way she guided his hand. It took confidence for a woman to communicate that way while in the midst of sex, and Hugo found that confidence very attractive. Her fingers threaded with his, and for a moment it was both of them pleasuring her, a fact that brought a grin to his mouth while he watched her face, her features slacked in unfiltered enjoyment.

"Tied up?" he repeated, his grin deepening. "Don't think we've tried that one yet, have we?" he asked, pausing to push a certain stroke just a bit deeper, just to see if he could make her stutter while she tried to answer. "I'm game if you are, Addy Pineau." Though if she meant to tie him down, he wagered she'd have to tie him to something besides a bed. He couldn't see himself not breaking the bed to pieces to get to her if she got him worked up with teasing.

Though, even that idea was fairly hot to him, at the moment.

Addy begged him not to stop, and he chuckled at her ear. "You ain't gotta worry about that, Princess," he promised her, his voice dropping to nearly a whisper. "Long as you keep that pussy warm, I'll keep it working. Hope you weren't plannin' on sleepin' tonight, cause we got alotta those letters of yours to work through... alotta promises those fingers of yours made..."

The hand that wasn't between her thighs angled up, and turned her face up towards his so that he could kiss her. Not the frenzied madness of earlier, but no less desirous or lusty for its slower pace. He matched the mood of his ministrations below, plumbing the depths of her mouth while his cock plumbed the depths of her womb. Even, unhurried, unrelenting strokes opened her up to him at both mouth and hip.

But it wasn't just about making her come as many times as he could in one night (though admittedly, he was confident it'd be a respectable number before he was through). It was about enjoying each other without remorse and without filter. So he dragged out that round for as long as he could, or until Addy begged him to let her finish. Either way, he shifted them afterwards. He laid back, and pulled her atop him so that he could watch her while she rode his now sweat-slicked body.

"Tell me what else we haven't done," he told her, a cocky grin lighting up half his mouth. He slid his hands up her front, worshiped her curves, toyed with her breasts. "Tell me somethin' that's rolled around in that head of yours, but you've always been afraid to ask." He curled up from his waist, slipped his arms up behind her back to help her while she slid up and down on him. "There are things, aren't there? Things you've thought were hot, but couldn't bring yourself to try with those Court fuckers?"



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Re: till our wide eyes burn blind
« Reply #32 on: Jul 26, 16, 09:34:33 PM »
For being such a wordsmith, Hugo stole all the words from her. His touch, his cock within her, it caused the words to float away from her, like paper drifting down the river. For him though, she was enchanted by the feeling of no ready quip, no prepare response. Her mind was full of pleasure and need and, for that moment, it was all she needed.

Hugo fucked her with a tenderness, something that bordered on lovemaking and would assuredly be something she’d obsess over in her private moments. Instead she let her body be swept along in the passion that was Hugo, tilting her hips to take him fully. She’d run her fingers along the hairy sections of his forearms, over the sides of his hips, anything she could reach with her back against her chest.

When the orgasm crashed into her she was unable to stop the moaning and shaking. Each stroke bringing another moan until she was spent upon his spear. With ease and gentleness he laid them back, bedspread rough but paid for by her coin. She stared down onto his blue eyes, his laughter and pleasure within their depths as she felt herself fill with Hugo’s cock again.

She shuddered but did not break her gaze from the Warlord Prince’s. Hugo’s word made her laugh lightly and blush. Then she did break eye contact, just a moment as she rolled her hips down again, feeling the meaty cock against the muscles within her. One arm went to hair, pulling it up and off her sweaty body, a moment to breath as she pushed her breasts into Hugo’s eager hands.

There was reason for her to find solace in Hugo, to find solace in a fucking at the docks instead of the Courts. Kinky was to be saved for the marriage bed, all the men seemed to want was a missionary fucking, perhaps from behind and a goodbye. There wasn’t a Hugo among the men of Court, or at least the ones who’d be willing to grace her bed.

Hugo made her brave though, made her aware of what she promised in words and how, though slightly embarrassing to say out loud, were what she wanted. A small blush that wasn’t exertion grew on her cheeks as she spoke. “I’ve wanted to spank me, to sheath themselves in me and slap my ass until it turns bright read.” She’d read it in a book and had fantasized about Hugo doing that to her most nights than she’d admit. As she spoke she kept fucking him though, gently, driving up the pleasure as she slowly moved herself over Hugo’s cock. “I’ve wanted to be tied up and teased until the barest touch on my pussy would bring me to a screaming orgasm.” She laughed then, a small and joyful sound. It was such a release to be able to be so honest, so brazen with Hugo. Naked before him, his cock sliding over her folds, she was laying bare her fantasies as much as she was her body.

Only her heart would remained hidden.

“Is there something you’d like to try? Any specific letter you’d like to try?” Her words were light, given with a beaming smile. Addie knew she’d written with the brazenness she showed now, had written at length of the taste, the feel of Hugo’s cock in her pussy, her mouth, even about her ass. If it was something that would be her pleasure she’d written about it.

Sliding up on Hugo’s cock and sheathing him within her again, Addie shifted her hips, pushing him deeper and shuddering a contented sigh. With poignant meaningfulness she smiled and gazed at Hugo. “I trust you Hugo.”



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Re: till our wide eyes burn blind
« Reply #33 on: Dec 31, 16, 06:21:25 PM »
"Oh yeah?" he murmured, looking up at her to arch a brow, goading her on when Addie made her confession. "Go on." He leaned forward and took one nipple between his teeth, grinding it softly there with pressure that increased slowly until she squeaked or broke her words up. He was grinning after then when he sucked more of her breast into his mouth and savored it while she spoke. Just hearing her talk that way was so ridiculously hot, to him. She told him she'd wanted to be tied up, to be teased, and he pulled his teeth off of her breast with a painful slowness, ending with a little spike of pain at her nipple before releasing her.

"Not so fast," he grumbled, when she started to turn the conversation towards him. His voice was a low purr in his broad chest, and his smile made such promises... His arms tightened around her, pulling her further upright against him. "I wanna hear more about these little secrets of yours, first..." One arm slacked from around her, and he looked up into her face, so near that he was almost kissing her. The hand he'd freed rubbed possessively at her ass, squeezing and gripping in between massaging strokes. Not for long, though; that hand came down suddenly on one bare ass cheek, filling the quiet little room with a clear, resounding SLAP! He pulled her down again to sit more fully atop him, rolled his hips to push his cock more deeply inside of her.

"Like that?" he asked, both arms now working to help lift her and pull her down. The change, it would seem, had done wonders for his libido whether it please her or not. If she did like it, though, he'd oblige her with another curt slap. A little harder this time, and he left his hand there after to grab roughly at the firm, rounded flesh. "You like bein' spanked, Addy Pineau?" he asked her, his voice a quiet growl against her lips. He resumed fucking her, lifting her up and pulling her down with more effort than before. If she was into it, every few seconds he'd free one hand long enough to strike her ass again, every time in that same, stinging place. "Like you're being punished? Huh? Is that what you like? Have you fuckin' misbehaved, Addy? Need to be set right?" The longer it went, the tighter his jaw locked down, and the more aggressively he used her body to sate the growing need of his cock. He was snarling and growling his words at her before long, though clearly enjoying the ride. After a time, he'd give up on trying to draw out this round, and he'd all but throw her off of himself. He rose up to his knees on the bed, and reached for her to pull her immediately back in front of himself. "C'mere," he growled, grabbing her with one hand on each hip, turned so that her ass backed up to him. He didn't wait to see if her knees were even touching the bed before he kicked her legs wide with a knee and reached between her thighs. He found her and guided himself inside in one frantic movement, groaning with a great sound of relief once he was there.

He pushed her shoulders down, forced her head down onto the bed while her backside remained in the air, speared by him. He slapped her ass again. Once. Twice. Then once to the other cheek, which he'd neglected until now. He rather enjoyed how the first one was beginning to turn a bashful pink, though. He hooked his hands into her hips and pulled her back hard against himself, and began fucking her in earnest now.

"Like a bad little slut," he growled, his head tipping back as the urge to finish tore through him in a mighty wave. He could feel it: the heat, the tension, gathering like a fist in his core. He looked down at her, at her newly-colored ass cheek, and slapped it again. Quickly, though; he needed that hand to hold her firmly, to slam her back hard and fast onto his cock. Harder. Faster. He was close now. Harder. Faster. "Spanked like a fucking whore. My fucking whore. Mine." He growled louder, and then his voice rose out of him suddenly in a breathy shout as his orgasm hit him. He forgot to be careful, forgot everything but the pleasure and release that punched its way out of him like a rocket -- she'd have bruises from his grip at the very least, before the morning. It felt to him like part of his very soul went out of him, filling her womb along with his seed. A few more finishing thrusts, and then he sat back on his heels, panting. A hand lingered on her ass, rubbing fondly at the newly-stung flesh. He laughed. It was a dry, breathless sound, but it was followed by him leaning forward to kiss that ass cheek. He nipped at it, let his beard scratch it, then sat back and rubbed it gently some more.

"I think I like these ideas of yours," he panted.



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Re: till our wide eyes burn blind
« Reply #34 on: Jan 29, 17, 10:43:12 AM »
The fire she sparked in Hugo made more than just her skin burn with heat, her very soul did as well. He was the fire she needed, the heat she lacked when he was away. “I touch myself at night, thinking of your hands on my body, sometimes unkind, sometimes --” her words broke as the Warlord Prince’s teeth on her nipple increased to pain.

She released a sound much like a squeak, of surprise, followed by a deep moan.

“Yes, like that,” she said, smiling down at the Warlord Prince.

When the Warlord Prince pulled her to him, Addie was almost putty in his hands. A smart part of her knew the dangers of Warlord Princes but the foolish girl in her was yet in love with Hugo. The surprise slap against her ass cheek brought out that same squeak of surprise that turned yet again into a moan. The way her eyes dilated as she smiled yet up at Hugo spoke of just what she liked.

“Yes,” she breathed in response to his question about spanking. “Hugo,” moaned the Witch as he began to fuck her anew. Her words turned from clearly articulated to that of a woman mid-pleasure. “I have been very naughty,” Addie spoke, her words slow and half slurred with pleasure. She’d thought herself hungry before but as Hugo fucked her and spanked her, Addie eagerly rubbed herself against the Warlord Prince, matching his tempo. “Only you know how to set me straight Hugo,” she moaned into his ear. Each time he slapped her ass she gifted him with another moan.

When the Warlord Prince spun her around, pushing her shoulders and head into the bed, Addie was not scared. Instead, she smiled and wiggled her ass in the air before he slapped her ass again in quick succession. Playfulness left as she moaned and arched her body towards the Warlord Prince. When he filled her with his meaty length, she felt herself slipping from articulate to merely lust filled thoughts. Her moans kept pace with the Warlord Prince’s rhythm and each slap of her ass made her pussy clench even tighter against his cock.

“Hugo,” she breathed, another moan stealing her words. “I am yours,” she offered, freely and earnestly. “Fuck me,” she moaned. “Like I am yours.”

The sound of him, the shout of a man in orgasm, that was what finally sent Addie over the edge of her orgasm. She was right behind Hugo as her cunt pulsed around his cock. What started as a scream broke into a litany of the man’s name, repeated as her body shuddered and shook. Her cunt was sopping as she felt Hugo leave her. For a few long moments she remained there, her head and shoulders pressed into the bed as her pussy cooled in the air of the rented room. Addie didn’t think her body would follow any commands as she noticed a fine shiver in her muscles.

She was well fucked. Hugo’s words nevertheless brought her back to the world from space, her mind settling again to something she was used to. The laugh came first, delightful and happy. Finally, she worked up the energy to move but she did nothing more than fall to her side and gaze up to Hugo with beautiful brown eyes that shone with sated contentedness.

“Give me a minute and I have a few more ideas we can try,” her words were breathy but the wicked smile on her lips promised Hugo more than just a few ideas. If he let her, she’d treat him to a variety of her more risque desires.



 

 

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