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Author Topic: Cold Drinks and Hot Nights  (Read 208 times)

Description: tag; Mara -- NSFW probably, sexytime

Offline Eirnan Connoly

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Cold Drinks and Hot Nights
« on: Jul 25, 17, 08:32:10 PM »
Mother Night he was on edge. He wasn't sure he'd ever been this tightly wound - and that he was admitting it at all was proof enough that it was a heavy and hard truth that was becoming far too persistent to ignore. More than once Jack had offered to take him to one of his favorite Red Moon Houses to take care of the... issue, but Eirnan just hadn't felt comfortable with the notion. Not  that he saw anything wrong with Red Moon Houses as long as they kept to a standard of care and protection for the Ladies (and gentlemen) who worked there - he just... didn't feel comfortable participating in one himself.

In the last week, however, he was beginning to reconsider.

Since Lady Benton had joined the Court, these past couple weeks had been increasingly more stressful for Eirnan. It was the height of summer now, and the weather wasn't the only thing that was hot. Odelle, freed from her frequent headaches with the aid of a Healer who was actually competent in all aspects of her job (not just the brew-making but also the patient-handling), seemed to be hellbent on driving Eirnan's senses (and sensibilities) off the wall. Or at least that was what it felt like. It didn't make it any better that virtually every other male in the Court was urging him to go to his Lady's bed. Kamal was the worse. At least Jack seemed to sympathize with him - and not once did he tell him to go for Odelle. In fact, the Warlord had been his steadfast ally against his amoral carnal urges - a support that Eirnan was extremely thankful for especially since he was sure the Warlord was just as annoyed as everyone else seemed to be with the situation between Eirnan and his Queen. "Everyone" being mostly Kamal and Kaleva, and a few of the other males who couldn't help but notice the heat that crackled in the air virtually every time Eirnan and Odelle were in the same room together.

For his part, Eirnan had taken to spending his evenings out. Rather - he'd taken to spending them at a particular establishment. In fact, he'd been there half a dozen times in the past two weeks - to enjoy the music and the house ale and to avoid running into Odelle when she was wearing even less clothes than the summer months already afforded. Jack had shown him the place when he'd taken him out for a celebratory drink a few days after they'd hired Lady Benton. He'd also introduced him to the owner, a pretty witch that Eirnan certainly couldn't say he was ever disappointed to see whenever he found his way into the bar for an evening drink and meal.

A pretty witch who Eirnan's eye now instantly looked for without even really realizing it as he stepped into Rocky Haven again tonight.

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Re: Cold Drinks and Hot Nights
« Reply #1 on: Jul 25, 17, 10:09:49 PM »
“Mara, another round over here,” she heard called to her over the soft roar of voices, “my friend just found out he’s going to be a father!”  Mara’s head perked up from her cleaning behind the bar with a bright smile and she positioned her hand on her hip as the rest of the tavern let up a cheer of congratulations.

“Well now, I best make those a double to make up for the long nights ahead where he’ll be missing from our presence,” she said with a warm bit of cheer as she set about lining up the glasses on her tray.  She added a few extra shots of a new drink she was trying out, a mint flavored thick creme that was perfect for these hot summer nights.  Then, lifting the tray up on one hand and maneuvered her way through the areas of seats with an easy sashay of her hips to present the drinks to the table of celebrants which had since been joined by a few more men to join in the cheer.

“Here you are gents,” Mara carefully used craft to glide the glasses to each of the men and placed the mint cremes in the middle.  “In honor of such grand news, I’m tossing these in for free.  A new concoction that I made up m’self, a mix of creme liqueur that I placed crushed peppermint in to give it a chill.  Let me know if you like it and I’ll make it a fixture on the menu.”  She crafted the empty glasses up to her tray to clean up the table, “Just a heads up however, I’m getting ready to close up for the evening so this is last round.  LAST ROUND.” she called, using a touch of craft to enhance her voice across the sea of voices and rolled her eyes at the sound of groans and moaning.

“Oh enough, you’ve had more than enough male bonding time, you can come back tomorrow for more,” she sassed them as they laughed and began to close out their tabs.  She moved around the room, collecting glasses and money as one by one groups began to filter out of the tavern.  Only a couple groups remained, leeching their drinks for all the time they could manage when the door jingled and a familiar and body tingling male stepped in from the muggy heat of the night.  Mara’s eyes followed him as he stopped and looked around the room and found her, his eyes lingering in a way that were less than casual and made her suddenly want to shove the rest of the patrons out the door.

She absently thanked the patron who handed her his payment and moved towards the door, using a touch of craft to let a button open on her shirt, showing just a little more of her ample bosom easily as she moved to meet him when he started moving towards her.

“Prince Connolly, well met,” she said with a purr of flirt in her voice, her hand sliding up to touch his arm lightly.  “Quite a warm night, come sit over here away from the heat of the outside and I’ll fetch you your usual ale, or were you perhaps in the mood for something a little...more tonight?” She weighed her words as she brushed against him when she took his arm to lead him to a seat off to the side.  “I’ve got a lovely new mint creme that I’ve been trying out tonight, sure to give you a little chill to keep off the warm air.”

Mother Night, she wanted to drag this man back to her room and show him what sort of heat she could bring to the night.  She had been desiring to see if that soft white hair trailed down the well formed chest that his tailored shirts hinted at and how far down it went.  Her own dreams had been filled with the stuff of silly romance novels, bodice ripping and passionate sex on the tavern bartop after hours.  Just the memory of those dreams started a flush along her cheeks.

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Re: Cold Drinks and Hot Nights
« Reply #2 on: Jul 26, 17, 09:24:31 PM »
His eyes found her before he knew that he was even looking for her, and the punch of heat to his gut (or perhaps just a bit further south) was enough to have him sucking in a small sharp breath and holding it until she reached him. Damn she was beautiful. Her cheeks were rosy with warmth - the heat of the night or the excitement of the bar. Or perhaps it was just... her. Her own natural luster.

He'd have had to been blind not to notice the way her dress clung to her curves, or the soft swell of her breasts - and his sight was certainly not something affected by his age. Nor, apparently, was his sex drive.

"Lady Durov," he greeted warmly, and he could hear the heat in his own voice.

Taking a slow breath, he tore his eyes away from those supple curves and up and around the bar. "Mm, yes, something to.... cool the heat of the night would be welcome." It took some effort to keep the words casual and even. Cool the heat of the night indeed. Yes, when all he wanted was to just drop headfirst into it and allow it to devour him whole - finally. Eirnan was no Warlord Prince, but he wasn't a Warlord either and his blood ran hotter than the average Blood male. Even Kamal had warned him that if he didn't sate himself soon he might inadvertently push himself to rut and that was something he most certainly did not want to happen. Not when he was about ninety percent sure his focus would land very single-mindedly on his Queen.

His eyes flicked back to the Lady and he smiled. "I'd be more than happy to sample any treat wish to tempt me with. I trust your taste."

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Re: Cold Drinks and Hot Nights
« Reply #3 on: Jul 26, 17, 09:44:15 PM »
Mara felt the heat that curled off of him that had nothing to do with the warm summer night and heard it in his voice and saw it in the wild hungry look in his eyes.  It made parts of her body melt and heat in delicious anticipation.  She had been trying to catch his eye for weeks, and had been contemplating shifting her skirts up and straddling his lap if he didn’t start noticing all her subtle and not so subtle suggestions that she would be more than amiable to spending quite a bit of time alone with him.   Now here he was, and he was looking at her like she wanted him to.  It was exhilarating, and just a tad bit intimidating.   There was a LOT of heat in those eyes.  Was he on the verge of a Rut?  She licked her lips nervously.  She had never been on the receiving end of one of those bouts of male sexual aggression, though like every woman of the Blood she understood what to do; and she did sometimes enjoy her play a little rough but…

“Call me Mara,” she purred as she gently pushed him down into a seat, “if I can be so informal to call your Eirnan?” she said as she circled him, leaning her head down just close enough to whisper his name in his ear as she moved around him to take the seat beside his.   She called in the flask of mint creme and two shot glasses and placed them on the table.  She looked up as the last group of men rose from their table, slapping their comrade on his back and joking loudly as they stumbled towards the door.  A pile of marks appeared on the table next to her which she vanished with a call of farewell and with the last of her patrons leaving, she craft locked the main door and extinguished the witchlight lamp that hung beside the door.   She was officially closed, and alone with the sexiest man in all of Little Terrielle.

She gave him a sly grin, “A challenge then,” she said with a playful air as she poured the two glasses.  Catching a stray drop of the liquor at the spout, she lifted the finger to her lips and slid the tip between her red lips, holding his gaze as she let out a soft sound of pleasure.

“Delicious,” she said before lifting the shotglass up towards him.  A brief look, and her eyes glinted with mischief before she whispered, “A wager, if you’re up to it.”   She pulled the shot glass towards her chest and nestled it between her breasts before looking back at him.

“You take this shot,” she said, gesturing to her chest, “ and I’ll do my shot from wherever you want.” 

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Re: Cold Drinks and Hot Nights
« Reply #4 on: Jul 27, 17, 10:26:48 PM »
Her hands. Small, but strong. Decisive. They touched him pushed him gently into a seat in a way that wasn't a demand but booked no room for argument. Her words were soft, playful - and there was a heat in them that he couldn't be imagining and all she said was his name. Then again, a man's name was a very effective word to use against him. Especially in a tone that was soft and husky, on a breath that lingered close enough to tease his ear.

He would blame the flush of color that touched his throat on the heat of the night.

With a clear of his throat he turned to her as she took the seat beside him - and his focus was really such on her that he didn't particularly notice that the last of the other patrons had left. That with a subtle twitch of her craft she'd shut the door and flipped the sign. Alone, undisturbed - with no one to bother them.

"A challenge?" he asked with a small quirk of a grin, one brow raising as she called in the flask and poured two shots of the liquid. He paid little mind to the shots, however, as his attention was instead drawn to the way she brought a finger to her lips, sucking it delicately past her embrace. What was it about a woman's mouth? Soft lips, that lower swell just a bit fuller - a pleasant and sumptuous cushion for whatever she chose to accept into their caress. A piece of fruit, the lip of a glass, the press of a finger, the...

He missed everything she said after announcing a challenge. She'd said something. He knew it because he'd been watching her mouth the whole time. He'd seen it moving, registered that words had been formed and something had been communicated. A part of his brain had even absorbed the tone of the words and found them teasing and playful. But the words themselves and what they meant were lost on him. One moment she was sucking on her finger and the next she had a shot glass nestled between her breasts and he was fairly certain she'd just challenged him to take the shot from precisely where it was.

There really was no mistaking the color in his cheeks this time. At least he had the beard to disguise the worst of it. He attempted another clear of his throat but it came out a cough, followed by a very rough chuckle.

"Ah, I'm not sure that would be right proper, Lady Mara."

They were the right words, and they helped him reel himself back just enough. Because in his minds eye she wouldn't be sitting on the stool next to him, he'd have tugged her into his lap to take the shot before discarding it to spin across the floor as he went back for a better taste of the heat of her skin.

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Re: Cold Drinks and Hot Nights
« Reply #5 on: Jul 27, 17, 11:01:25 PM »
She had him, she knew she had him.  She watched the glazed way his eyes followed her hand to her mouth, following the pull against her lip as she slowly dragged her finger from her lips.  She saw his eyes follow the path of the glass as she pressed the chilled small container into her cleavage.   It was adorable as his cheeks flushed and not from the alcohol - he hadn’t taken any of it yet.  Still, he resisted where any other red-blooded male would have fallen on her even without the drink.

“Do you forfeit then?” she said with a sexy pout.  She shifted in her seat a moment, watching as everything about the man screamed his interest in her, but he was pulling back.  She watched him try to pull the cloak of propriety around himself and she sprung.  Rising up from her seat, she shifted until she was backed to the table, and moved so that she slid up on the wooden platform before him. 

“Eirnan,” she said with a wicked glint in her eye, “There is nothing right or proper about what I have intentions for, “ she said, licking her lip suggestively.  “You can’t have completely been blind to my interest in more than your drink order all this time, or else you wouldn’t be here right now.  You would have offered to leave as soon as you saw me lock the door so my question is this…” she reached out and grabbed his hand, sliding it to her knee just below the ripple of her skirt fabric where cloth met warm soft skin.

“I’m right here,  Prince,” she said with heat and husk in her tone as she reached out with her other hand and drew her fingertips down his jaw, feeling the soft hairs against his skin.  “So, do you want to quench your thirst or not?”  She leaned forward as she whispered breathily, “because I am parched.

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Re: Cold Drinks and Hot Nights
« Reply #6 on: Jul 28, 17, 10:21:44 PM »
"Do you forfeit then?"

His gaze was transfixed on her mouth again. That mouth. Again, her worse processed in an almost delayed fashion. By the time he was registering what she'd said, she was already on the table before him, perched on the spot where another man might find his meal. His throat tightened as his eyes drifted from her mouth down her body and back up again as his mind slowly processed those beautiful lips were saying.

She took his hand and placed it on her knee - and it moved on it's own to slide just a bit higher, vanishing under the soft blanket of her skirts to gently rub at the soft skin just above her knee. He tightened his grip, holding onto her, a suddenly sharper fire in his eyes as his gaze moved from the placement back up to her face. She would be able to see the struggle in his eyes - the battle he was losing with his own desire as it roared up to overtake the sense of gentlemanly propriety that he held himself to so strictly.

His body moved without him as she touched him, face turning to press into her hand, his eyes closing as he kissed and then nipped at her palm.

"Lady..." his voice was deep, lower than normal, rough and husky with desire. "Lady are you sure that I am what you want? Casual affairs are not something that I typically entertain." He didn't know exactly what he wanted from Lady Durov other than that he wanted her. When she spoke his heart sped up and when she looked at him his blood burned hotter. There was a magnetism about her that he couldn't ignore, that he didn't even want to ignore. If he got a taste... he suddenly wasn't sure he would be able to lift that shield of propriety as a distance between them again. If he got a taste he had every solid belief that not only would he want more, he'd need it. If he took her to bed tonight, that would not be the end of it.

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Re: Cold Drinks and Hot Nights
« Reply #7 on: Jul 28, 17, 11:19:30 PM »
Mara’s palm warmed as his mouth pressed against it, and she exhaled loudly at the heat in his lips.  His hand hadn’t jerked away when she pulled it to her leg - win for her and when his hands clenched against the meat of her lower thigh, she felt the tremor of control in his fingers.  She used the hand that had moved his to slide the skirt up higher, revealing more of her thigh, keeping the hem of the skirt just long enough to keep the most intriguing part of her lower body from his eyes….for now.

“Mara,” she whispered as her fingers moved against his jaw.  “You should get used to saying it now, because you’ll be saying it a lot very soon.”  Her mouth curved in a sexy smile as she watched the flicker in his eyes and it was gorgeous.  She had known the moment she saw him that she wanted him in her bed, but in the last few weeks of visits and small conversations told her that this was a man who was more than a pleasurable affair.  He was made of substance, loyalty and honor; rare enough sight in quite a few men.  It told her even more when Jack had informed her that this was one of the Province Queen’s newly bonded men.  Mara liked Odelle - for all that she had interacted with her.  It was how she had met Jack, after her husband had died and he had been her Steward even then, and she had to file the proper paperwork to make sure that the Rocky Haven didn’t fall out of her ownership.  If Eirnan shared that sort of compatibility with a man like Jack - who for all his attempts at playing the sly and devilish seducer was really a good solid man himself, then she knew this Silver Prince would be and could be a man she would keep around for a long long time.

She never thought to marry again, not after the mess of her first marriage.  Children sure, didn’t require a marriage ring for that sort of thing just a willing cock. She wondered if Eirnan had children.  He was certainly of an age that he could have fathered at least one child somewhere out there, but he never spoke of it if he did.  Her eyes drifted down to those parted lips and wanted to taste them, wanted to feel the rubbing prickle of that white beard sliding down her belly to tickle other places.

“I am quite sure,” she said, releasing his face to let her fingers trail down to the top buttons of his shirt.  “And I have never been casual in anything,” she said, her own voice husky.  Her eyes took on a sly playful glint, “Contrary to the common belief, not every tavern woman is that easy and I’m sure if you asked, even your own friend Jack, you’ll find that I am very very particular in what and who I want.”   She leaned forward, her lips closing in towards his.  “In fact...there is not a single man who has walked through my door in the last four years who has ever turned my eye like you have so…” she held herself just far enough away that he could feel her breath, “if you want me as much as I think you do,” and her eyes slide down to look at his lap with a knowing grin, “ and I can see I’m right, then let go of that leash Prince, and take me.”  She licked her lips slowly.  “Perhaps you’ll find that I’m exactly what you’ve been needing for a long time.”

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Re: Cold Drinks and Hot Nights
« Reply #8 on: Jul 29, 17, 08:45:19 PM »
The surety in her voice had his heat spiking, and the exposure of more soft, hot skin only had his blood rising. Indeed, it wasn't only his blood that was rising either. Every word that she spoke, every move that she made, every breath and every shift as she leaned closer and pulled his hand further up her leg - it was all making it very hard for him to think past the desire she kept stoking higher and hotter.

He had made his decision before she playfully pointed out the blatant arousal that she was clearly able to see pressing firmly into the seam of his pants - an impressive bulge large enough to require the space slightly down one leg of his nicely fit trousers. He made his decision the moment she said that she was certain - that he was what she wanted and she was aware of where he stood, what she very well may be getting herself involved in. Everything that came afterward only solidified that decision. If he was truly what she wanted, knowing who he was and how he worked - then he would have her. He would have her over and over again until they both collapsed from pleasure - and then he would bring her again until he could feel the cries of her pleasure against his skin and they both surrendered to exhaustion.

In one smooth and even motion he pushed his hand further up her skirt and around to the crest of her ass, tugging her forward so she slid closer to the edge of the table as he stood, leaning down to capture her lips in a kiss.

This press of lips was not sweet or slow. It was not soft and mild-mannered. It had absolutely nothing to do with propriety.

He was fire, and he consumed her like the fuel he needed to burn, the hand not pressing her tightly against his covered erection sinking deep into hair to cradle the back of her head, holding her to him for the plunder as he devoured every taste and sound and sensation he could draw from her, allowing himself to drown with no further reservations.

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Re: Cold Drinks and Hot Nights
« Reply #9 on: Jul 31, 17, 07:20:24 PM »
Mara thought she was going to burst from frustration.  How many blatantly open invitations was she going to have to issue?  If he didn’t make a move soon, she was going to have to get serious - as in vanishing her clothing and sitting on that impressively large lump in his pants and if that didn’t work...well then he obviously didn’t want women.   She wanted to congratulate him on his impeccable willpower but then he moved, so quickly she almost didn’t register as his hand slid up under her skirts against her bare ass and pulled down the table.  She thought he would pull her into his lap but instead he rose up and buried himself between her thighs, that hard throbbing between his legs pressed so close against her that she could feel it pulsating against her belly.  Mara moaned in unsuppressed delight, lifting a leg to curl around his thigh as his other hand went up behind her head and into her hair. 

Hmmm...was he one of those males who liked to tug on the hair?  She didn’t get a chance to ponder on that when his mouth was on hers and she shivered in pure ecstasy.  All reserve gone, he was hard and hungry, demanding of her mouth in a way that made her warm and wet in the same instant.  Her hands flew up to his shirt, fingers working at the buttons to get her hands onto that warm chest and when she couldn’t pull his clothing free because his hands were still on her, she reached down and pulled at lacings, her bodice spilling open and any constraint on her full breasts were now lost, spilling them over the fabric of her undershirt.  Her free hand curled up into his hair, and as she returned his kiss with equal need, her hips bucked upwards against him, teasing him with her eagerness.

“Yes,” she moaned hotly, wiggling away only enough to pull off the open bodice and slide it off her arms before pulling him back down to her mouth, nipping at his lower lip in growing aggression.  Too many clothes, dammit there were still too many clothes.   She reached down for the fastenings of his pants, eager to lose that layer that separated his smoldering body from hers.

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Re: Cold Drinks and Hot Nights
« Reply #10 on: Jul 31, 17, 08:32:51 PM »
The groan that eschewed from his lips began deep in his chest and was edged with a growl, dark and bass and filled with need as he tugged her sharply closer. His brain had not registered that the smooth bare flesh of ass against his hand meant she wasn't wearing anything underneath those skirts but his body had - his cock so hard that it ached as he pressed himself as firmly as he could into that dark heat between her legs.

Each touch of her hands was rousing him hotter, higher. He didn't so much hear her moans as he did feel them, drinking them in through his pores. Fuck. Fuck. He needed more of her. He needed all of her. He needed her naked and panting, screaming her pleasure above him - and his cognitive processing was not functioning well enough to figure out how to get from where they were to where he needed her to be. All he managed to figure out was that the two of them were wearing far too much clothes.

Thankfully, Mara had come to much the same conclusion.

He broke the kiss on a groan and she moved away just long enough to shed the bodice that had been laced over her blouse. Then she was in again, and he could feel those fine, deft fingers working to free his arousal. He knew without a doubt that the moment she got him free he would be moving forward. He could see it, feel it in his blood. His cock freed and diving directly into that hot, wet heat.

With a growl and the last of his sense he shook his head and pulled back from her. Even with a mind clouded by a lust that was bordering on having a mind of its own - senseless in need - he wouldn't risk hurting her.

"Wait." It was the only word he could manage, and it came out rough and growled.

Then he went to his knees before the table, pulling her forward and pushing up the skirt of her dress just enough that he could press his face forward and against that soft, hot mouth. His tongue flicked, capturing her flavor, then he growled against those sweet folds and pressed forward. He sucked at her lips, his tongue rubbing and lapping and testing at the tight entrance to her sex even as he shook his head slowly to be able to grind against that hard, sensitive little nub of pleasure.

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Re: Cold Drinks and Hot Nights
« Reply #11 on: Jul 31, 17, 09:38:29 PM »
Wait.

Mara’s eyes blinked and her hand stopped just after opening the top fastening and slipping her hand into his pants.  So close, she had been so close to reaching her goal, wrapping her hand around that thick cock that was pulsing between her legs.  His voice was thick and heavy too, and she looked up at him in a moment of fogged confusion before he pulled her to the edge of the table, far enough that she could feel nothing beneath her but the barest bit of the wood holding her up.   She squeaked a little in surprise before happy gasp that burst from her lips as his mouth buried itself against her throbbing sex. 

Mara gripped her feet on his shoulders and spread her legs wide as his mouth moved on her with such expertise that she bucked against him as a jolt shot through her.  Her hands reached out for something to hold onto as tongue and lips pulled and slid inside her most sensitive parts and she cried out  with a sudden and quick release, shaking from the unexpected rise of pleasure.  “MORE!” she cried out loudly and reached down to grasp at his head, pulling him against her.  He obliged with that deliciously talented tongue, driving her up and up to the point of madness before she released again, panting from the explosion.   

She felt his beard rubbing against her sensitive thighs as he moved his head back and forth and she mewed in helpless pleasure as everything vibrated from his touch.  She threw her head back panting, her pearl aching with the stimulation and still he continued, lapping and drinking her up and continuing the heavenly torment.  She felt a whine rise from her throat as she begged, “Eirnan, please…” that’s all she could manage as he drove her up again towards another crest.  Mother Night, had she ever peaked so much and this was only with his deliciously talented mouth.  What would he do to her with that cock that he had teased her with?

She growled and wrapped her fingers into his hair, pulling at him to rise up and take her, “I need you NOW,” she said hotly, “Please Eirnan…”


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Re: Cold Drinks and Hot Nights
« Reply #12 on: Jul 31, 17, 09:55:10 PM »
Eirnan normally liked to take his time pleasuring a woman. He loved their cries and their flavor, the way they moaned and writhed and gasped as pleasure took them in waves of sensation. He liked bringing them up to the edge, drawing it all out, before finally tipping them over in various ways. A crash or a gentle crest, to make them soar or coast just far enough before catching the next wave. A woman's pleasure was a work of art, and he always fully enjoyed being able to play the part of brush stroking the color through the canvas of her need.

Tonight he was not able to give her that. There was too much fire, too much need. He didn't caress her, he consumed her - devouring the taste of her sweet juices, of the supple texture that composed the unique pallet of her individual sex. No one else tasted like her, moved like her, felt quite like she did against his tongue - her fingers digging into his hair and her body writhing beneath his hungry mouth.

He could hear her - and what few true words she was able to utter were lost on him in meaning. All he heard with pleasure and need, and the growls that came from him in response were primal in their intensity.

Those fingers dug tighter into his hair and tugged, pulling him away from his prize and drawing a snarl from his lips. His eyes met hers, pale and almost animal in need, barely restrained by the man who could still see Mara, the woman, on the table before him. He stood, one hand digging into her hair to hold it in a grip that would be firm but not painful, his other hand moving to rub over the wet, hot mound of her sex. Two fingers pressed in as he took her mouth, the heel of his hand pressing against the tight and throbbing bud of her clit as his fingers crooked and twisted and rubbed - pushing more sounds from her mouth that he was able to swallow before they even touched the open air. His hand began to move, and when normally he would make the dance slow - pulling soft moans and cries of rising pleasure, tonight he could only serve them a single purpose, fucking them into her in a quick pace to stretched the soft channel he'd warmed up with the play of his mouth.

Four, five thrusts - that was all he could give her with the forgiving spear of his fingers. Then he couldn't hold it back any longer. His fingers withdrew as his mouth descended to her throat, and an instant later he'd freed himself and had his cock in hand, the large and heavy member pressing right against her entrance.

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Re: Cold Drinks and Hot Nights
« Reply #13 on: Jul 31, 17, 10:16:16 PM »
Mara stared down at the snarl and saw his eyes rise up over the folds of her skirt and froze.  Not in fear, no there was no way to fear that look but she let the primal need in his eyes crest over her as she realized exactly how hungry he had been.  Mother Night, he was starved and she was pulling at that leash.  She released his hair slowly as his hand gripped into hers, jerking her head up at an angle as his mouth descended on hers.  She could taste the mingle of liquid on his lips as he buried that same tongue in her mouth, pulling at her to give more and more and as he pushed into her mouth, his hand pressed against her sex, fingers sliding in as his large hand pressed against her throbbing mound.  She cried out into his mouth, pressing against his hand, his fingers only filling that need to be truly and completely filled.   Fingers curved and pressed and rubbed and she shouted again, her hips bucking as he found a point that sent her mind reeling and her body exploded again.   Mother Night, she would be past the point of exhaustion and he hadn’t even released his cock into her.

His fingers splayed and stretched and she groaned, her throat baring to him as her head fell back.  It felt so good to be filled and when he removed his hand she gave a sad sound of regret, her hand reaching down for his to return it, silently asking for more of those warm fingers, that hard palm.  He shifted and leaned into her and she felt him hard and ready, pressing up against her as if he was asking permission or waiting for something.  She reached down and slid her hand against...Mother Night.  She had only imagined what lurked beneath the rise in his pants but she hadn’t expected this!   He was huge.   Now she understood why he had taken so long, taken such pains.    She slid her hand against herself, capturing the remnants of her last climax and rose up on one elbow to slide her hand down his length, coating him as her own hand stroked and touched. 

“Mmmm….this is going to feel so good,” she purred as she looked up at his face, her eyes hooded with satisfaction, “for both of us.”  She shifted her hips to rub the swollen lips of her sex against his waiting tip, moaning softly at the tease.  Mara moved her body to press against him, eager to feel that stretching thickness slide inside and her hands gripped onto the edge of the table for leverage.  She couldn’t move any closer or she’d fall off the table so she had to wait for him.

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Re: Cold Drinks and Hot Nights
« Reply #14 on: Jul 31, 17, 10:42:31 PM »
The shudder that raced down his spine as her fine, delicate little fingers curled around his shaft was enough to steal his breath - and there was no plausible way for him to get it back as she then rolled her hips against him. He could feel it, the hot pulse of her. It was right there - so close and getting himself sheathed inside that wet heat was the only thought coursing through his mind. He needed to be inside of her. Wrapped about her. Possessing her. Every drop of blood inside of him screamed for him to take her - and when she looked at him that hard and feral need was likely the only thing that she would see. The silver mane of his hair was roughly tousled from where her hands had mussed it, and there was moisture from her sex still clinging to his beard. His mouth was wet and parted in a pant that was also a snarl as those two bright eyes focused on their joining. He couldn't look away - especially not as he pressed forward and watched those swollen pink lips begin to swallow him whole.

He gasped, which became a groan, which turned into a snarl as he slowly pressed himself as deep as he could. Until he just couldn't go any deeper - not at the current angle. He shuddered and growled again, one hand firmly gripping her hip as the braced himself on the table. There was a growl still pouring from his lips as he took hers again and began to withdraw - and that was where his restraint fully broke.

In the next moment he wasn't having slow and languid sex with her - he wasn't aiming to drive them high with pleasure, he really wasn't aiming at all. Eirnan was fucking her. He was fucking her raw and hard into the table, making the wood shudder and protest with each thrust.

"Hn.. /fuck/." The word came out in a low base growl, almost completely unintelligible. It was almost poetic in a way, that one of the only times the gallant Prince would ever swear was when overcome with need. When the passion and the primal nature that lived within all Blood came rushing to the surface in utter abandon. This wasn't only when he was suffering from a long drought either. Eirnan the gentleman was only one facet after all. Eirnan the man was quite another. And Eirnan the Prince was a whole other beast entirely.

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Re: Cold Drinks and Hot Nights
« Reply #15 on: Jul 31, 17, 11:08:51 PM »
Mara gasped loudly as he slowly slide inside, felt the width stretching at her in a way that she had never been tested before and she loved it.  It felt so good and she reached for his arm, pulling at him, urging him onward.  Moans and pants as he leaned forward more and more and just when she thought he was done, he moved again and she felt him move even deeper.  Mara looked up at him, watched the intensity in his eyes as he watched himself move into her, the abject fascination at the way her body wrapped around him and pulled him in.  She closed her eyes and moaned loudly and slowly at the feel of him, the way her body accomodated the girth. 

His growl brought her eyes open, and she felt the table ripple as his hand slapped down on the table.  His eyes took on that hard, frenzied look again, the one that spoke little of the man and everything about the Prince beneath, the hungry Prince who needed and thought of little else.  She slid a hand around the back of his neck, curling into the sweat dampened bits of hair there as he rose up over her, his mouth pressing down onto hers again as he slowly began to withdraw.  She whimpered, not from pain but from regret as her body instantly craved him to fill her again and was rewarded with …

This wasn’t a Rut, but she couldn’t be sure as the facade of civility slid off of him and he rose up higher and buried himself hard into her.   There was no time to adjust, there was only the burning heat as he dove inside her over and over again, seeing to dive deeper and deeper.  Mara grunted with each thrust, her mouth open and docile to his hot lips, the feel of moist beard against her face and neck as he pushed her up higher onto the table with each thrust and when he couldn’t reach her from the side, he moved onto the table with her.  Here, now she could do something more than wiggle.

Mara’s skin tingled as his body rubbed fast and furious against hers and she vanished the dress, giving him her bare body, her bare skin and when he withdrew she lifted a leg quickly, bending it up to his shoulder so when he drove in again, he gained more ground.  She let out a sound that was almost a laugh, a shaky vibration of noise as he hit hard and deeper with the next thrust.   Her hand wrapped around his shoulder and as he pushed against something wonderful inside her, her nails dug into his arm as she cried out in pleasure.

This was passion, this was not tender or sweet, this was primal and hungry and needy.  There was nothing neat or orderly about this and she loved it.  She loved the wild ride as he swore against her ear before driving down into her harder and faster.   She pulled his mouth down to hers, swallowing his growls and snarls as he raced towards a release that he had been seeking for so very very long. 

“Yes…” she hissed against his mouth, “oh Darkness yes…” and then she lifted her other leg up to his shoulder and felt him bear down until she could feel the slap of skin on skin, heard the growl and moan of pleasure in his own voice as she had finally given the angle and depth he had been seeking.

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Re: Cold Drinks and Hot Nights
« Reply #16 on: Aug 03, 17, 12:05:41 PM »
Each little sound and shudder stoked the fire within him, pushed him harder to drive deeper, take more. Each little breath and whimper and cry of pleasure - each slap of skin on skin and each groan from the wood beneath them had his need more fully taking over his senses. Any kind of rational thought, any thought at all was banished in the wake of that driving need that Eirnan had so fully given himself over to by this point. The only thing in the realm that existed was her body and his - that and the hungry fire that consumed them both.

Somewhere along the way that troublesome cloth vanished and he snarled with pleasure at the feel of that soft, hot skin. He touched her, he pressed his body to her and scraped his mouth over her throat and her collar - he pressed hard into her so that he could feel the mounds of her breasts against his chest and jerked her closer with that hand on her hip so that he could relish in the glory of those strong, smooth legs winding around him. He wanted to drown in her, and she wasn't making the process difficult. All he could smell was her, all he could feel was her, all he could taste was her - and she was both water and wine to his parched senses.

Their position shifted and he let out a sudden groan as he was suddenly able to drive deeper, the feel of her stretching so welcomingly around him running a shudder down his spine. "Fuck." The sharp, guttural word escaped him again through a snarl, then several more times in succession as he shifted and twisted his hips to explore the angle, his body knowing that if he could sink deeper once then there was still more ground to be gained and he wanted - needed it all. One hand followed the line of her leg down from knee to ass and then back up again to curl around and grip her ankle, using it to help steady the both of them as he drilled into her with those near desperate thrusts.

Her hands found him and he didn't hesitate in claiming her mouth again, because at least in this moment she was his and she tasted so sweet, so perfect, so hot and rich - and those sensations and flavors was everything he needed. Another shift, a light weight pressing into his other shoulder, and he snarled in deep pleasure as he finally filled her completely. He bit at her lip, then her jaw before taking her mouth in a hard and demanding kiss, hips tirelessly driving himself into her soft, wet heat over and over, his body tight as he approached a release far too long postponed.

When it hit, it hit quickly, and almost caught him off guard. It was two, three hard thrusts before he fully realized that he was about to tip over, and then he was burying himself deep and gathering her suddenly as close as possible, his body shuddering as a wave of sheer ecstasy and relief rolled through him with his release inside of her.

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Re: Cold Drinks and Hot Nights
« Reply #17 on: Aug 03, 17, 12:42:02 PM »
He was pure passion, a mindless driving force that had Mara holding on tightly because she was swept up in the hunger and pleasure.  She hadn’t even known she enjoyed such things, but to be pressed down and taken - driven to the peaks of pleasure over and over with unrelenting force was maddening and she loved it.  She gripped his hair in her fingers and kissed his mouth with encouragement as her body arched and pressed against him, her muscles milking at his hardness as it pushed deeper and harder, faster and stronger.  She would ache in the morning, but what a glorious way to be pushed to her limits. 

Her mouth turned and bent, seeking his shoulder and biting into the muscle in a fit of passion as he pushed at the end of her, hitting points that she had never felt touched and sending a sharp squeal echoing from her throat as her nails bit into his back.  “Harder,” she encouraged him, moving hips and legs to give him permission to push the limits of his aggression.  She felt his mouth on her skin, hot and wet and the pinches of nips that would leave little red marks, but she didn’t care.  She was consumed by fire and damned if she didn’t want to be burned.

He swore, over and over as his back arched beneath her hands, bucking and seeking and she moved her hands to his ass, pulling at the tight muscles.  Sounds she didn’t know she was capable of making echoed through the room as he claimed her body with his.  Her mind was numb from the completeness and she knew right then and there she could never be as satisfied with any other man.  He tapped into things she hadn’t even known she desired and brought them out of her.   His hands reached her ankles and she watched him rise up, holding her leg for leverage as he pivoted his hips and sunk even deeper and she screamed like a cat when he hit a nerve that sent her rolling over in a tidal wave of electricity.  She was almost afraid of that reaction, and as she came to her senses she caught his mouth as he claimed her lips as he claimed her body.

Yours, she wanted to say and meant it.  He had claimed he took no casual lovers and after tonight, she wanted to hold him to that.   His arms pulled her close and he shook, his body growing tense as he pressed deep inside and she felt the explosion of his long awaited release as his body shook with the intensity.  Mara wrapped her arms around his neck and held him close, panting in her own exertion as his tremors slowed and ceased before unwrapping her legs slowly and lowering them.   She closed her eyes, laughing breathlessly as her head sunk back against the table.

“Mother Night Eirnan,” she moaned with exquisite pleasure, “you are quite a surprise.”  She wiggled beneath him, “ Quite a wonderful surprise.”

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Re: Cold Drinks and Hot Nights
« Reply #18 on: Aug 03, 17, 02:09:23 PM »
He was pure passion, a mindless driving force that had Mara holding on tightly because she was swept up in the hunger and pleasure.  She hadn’t even known she enjoyed such things, but to be pressed down and taken - driven to the peaks of pleasure over and over with unrelenting force was maddening and she loved it.  She gripped his hair in her fingers and kissed his mouth with encouragement as her body arched and pressed against him, her muscles milking at his hardness as it pushed deeper and harder, faster and stronger.  She would ache in the morning, but what a glorious way to be pushed to her limits. 

Her mouth turned and bent, seeking his shoulder and biting into the muscle in a fit of passion as he pushed at the end of her, hitting points that she had never felt touched and sending a sharp squeal echoing from her throat as her nails bit into his back.  “Harder,” she encouraged him, moving hips and legs to give him permission to push the limits of his aggression.  She felt his mouth on her skin, hot and wet and the pinches of nips that would leave little red marks, but she didn’t care.  She was consumed by fire and damned if she didn’t want to be burned.

He swore, over and over as his back arched beneath her hands, bucking and seeking and she moved her hands to his ass, pulling at the tight muscles.  Sounds she didn’t know she was capable of making echoed through the room as he claimed her body with his.  Her mind was numb from the completeness and she knew right then and there she could never be as satisfied with any other man.  He tapped into things she hadn’t even known she desired and brought them out of her.   His hands reached her ankles and she watched him rise up, holding her leg for leverage as he pivoted his hips and sunk even deeper and she screamed like a cat when he hit a nerve that sent her rolling over in a tidal wave of electricity.  She was almost afraid of that reaction, and as she came to her senses she caught his mouth as he claimed her lips as he claimed her body.

Yours, she wanted to say and meant it.  He had claimed he took no casual lovers and after tonight, she wanted to hold him to that.   His arms pulled her close and he shook, his body growing tense as he pressed deep inside and she felt the explosion of his long awaited release as his body shook with the intensity.  Mara wrapped her arms around his neck and held him close, panting in her own exertion as his tremors slowed and ceased before unwrapping her legs slowly and lowering them.   She closed her eyes, laughing breathlessly as her head sunk back against the table.

“Mother Night Eirnan,” she moaned with exquisite pleasure, “you are quite a surprise.”  She wiggled beneath him, “ Quite a wonderful surprise.”

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Re: Cold Drinks and Hot Nights
« Reply #19 on: Aug 05, 17, 08:57:03 PM »
He remained strung tight, shuddering through that ecstasy, for a long moment before he half-collapsed over her. He kept his weight mostly on his own forearms but his head he rested between her breasts, catching his breath even as she caught hers. Long quiet moments passed, the only sounds being the thudding of his heart in his ears, hers against his skin, and their panting breaths as they both regained their senses from the ride.

She gave a little moan and shifted, then laughed, and he felt a grin stretch across his own mouth. He gave her a sweet nip on her upper belly, then another before kissing the spot and trailing his lips up. He played for a moment at her breast, having not given them nearly the attention they deserved earlier. Before, when his mind was clouded and all he could do was need. Now.. now there was room for want, which was always something that Eirnan tended to value more. A need was mindless, selfish, solitary. A want was something shared, given, and appreciated. It was something cherished, and thought about, something that was craved. So many people romanticized "need". Eirnan... he understood and coveted the value in wanting a woman, and wanting not only the pleasure she could offer but the pleasure she could exude from what he could give her.

He smiled against her skin, rubbing his beard lightly over the soft flesh as he lightly takes one nipple between his teeth and tugs, then replaces the hold with his lips and sucks tightly before releasing her.

"Mm... You are exquisite, Mara. In every way." A gentle bite, right on the upper swell of her breast, then another nip on her collar before he finally allowed himself to her lips. He savored their taste in a long, slow kiss - making love to her with the play of his mouth, lips and tongue working together in a purposeful, driven harmony. When he pulled away, it was with a low moan.

"Tell me there is a bedroom nearby, Mara. I must make up for my previous lack of finesse." Even as he spoke he was leaning down again, his breath soft and hot against her throat as he nuzzled against her ear.

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Re: Cold Drinks and Hot Nights
« Reply #20 on: Aug 06, 17, 06:12:28 PM »
Mara felt good, more than good as he collapsed atop her, his head pressed between the swell of her breasts.  She had forgotten how much she missed the press of a male body on hers, the warmth and the covering.  Her fingers slid up into his hair, nails grazing gently as his breath heated her skin.

Her movements roused him from his exhausted slump and she felt his mouth moving against her skin, soft kisses and playful nips just below her breasts as the soft-scratchiness of his beard tickled her as his head moved over her, tasting and enjoying the flavor he found on her body.  She sighed and shivered as his mouth slid up between her breasts, moving over the rise before his mouth closed on her nipple and pulled with gentle teeth.  She whined and arched up against him, sparks exploding in her lower belly and her still throbbing sex as he roused her desire again.  Teeth were replaced by lips and he suckled softly against her, her nipples hardening in response to his attentions.

“Mother Night,” she moaned as he continued his slow progression up her collar before his hot mouth closed on hers and devoured her hungrily.  Mother Night and the Darkness be thanked,  there was so much hunger in this man, a hunger that she recognized as intense as her own and she wanted to watch him burn for her as much as she burned for him.  His tongue possessed her, commanding her mouth to open so that he could lavish it with the same talent he had shown other parts of her body.  Her eyes rolled back as just his kisses made her ache for him again. 

She panted as his mouth broke from hers, a soft sad sound creeping out as she tried to follow those lips as he moved down her throat, his voice so close to her ear that it made shivers slide down her spine and caused her to vibrate against him.  “Yes,” she moaned, “my rooms are behind the bar.”   It wasn’t much in the way of a bedroom, she had never indulged in extra expenses that could be put back into the tavern but there was a comfortable bed and a washroom with a large shower.  She was oh so grateful for that shower right now, picturing all the delightful things they could be doing under the hot water.

She slid one hand up under his chin, lifting his head to look at him with a sultry smile, “I’ll race you there and if you win, you get to claim your prize but if I win….I get to name mine.”  She wiggled against him playfully before using craft to pass through the table beneath her, scrambling quickly as she touched the floor to move from beneath and making a dash for the door that was discretely hidden off beside the bar.  She had made sure the door looked just like any other part of the wall with only a quick latch to open the door that was disguised as a knot in the wood.  She glanced over her shoulder to see him gaining on her as she let out a giggle of delighted fear as she pushed the latch to the side and pushed through the door, reaching the post of her bed before spinning around to grin triumphantly.

“I win,” she said, shifting her hip slightly as she crooked her finger towards him, her dark eyes sparkling as she beckoned him closer.  “And I know exactly what reward I want.”  She waited for him to step closer as she moved backwards to sit on the edge of her bed.

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Re: Cold Drinks and Hot Nights
« Reply #21 on: Aug 10, 17, 12:27:31 PM »
He groaned softly at each little touch she bestowed - the light scraping of her nails over his scalp, the brushing of her knee against his hip, the caress of her breath against his sweat-dampened skin. The sounds she made as he teased and doted on her had his fire stirring again - and then she confirmed that she had a bed for them just beyond the bar, firmly solidifying the knowledge that they would not be finished with each other until neither of them were capable of moving. That her rooms were so close had him groaning softly against her, and he was just ready to pull back and scoop her into his arms to carry her off when she lifted his chin and proposed a challenge with that playful little smirk of hers.

He wasn't sure how she was able to spice his blood that much more with such a subtle twist of her lips. In his present state of mine he really wasn't equipped for such musing, either - so he just accepted the rush as she spoken, and enjoyed the shifting of her body against his as she wiggled beneath him.

At least, he enjoyed it until the moment it suddenly disappeared as she moved herself through the table to the floor and scrambled across it toward the bar. It took him a moment to realize exactly what had just happened, then he growled and pushed up, vanishing the clothing still clinging to him as well as what had ended up on the floor as he took off after her.

Eirnan was not a self-conscious man when it came to his appearance (with perhaps an occasional exception to the silver of his hair) - and moving naked through the bar after the wretched little minx wasn't something that gave him pause. He was lean, strong, and well-toned. A man who understood and appreciated the value of physical labor and fitness. In the months that he'd been at court and under the tutelage of Kamal, his muscle mass had indeed grown as well. He showed his strength now more than he ever had, and without the disguise of the cloth, he easily could have been mistaken for an athlete or a soldier instead of an assistant to the Steward. Also notable, of course, was the impressive member still partially aroused between his legs.

He was about to catch up (and pin her to the wall to keep her from running off again) when she opened the wall and slipped through what was apparently actually a door. He was only a few steps behind her and paused in the doorway with an amused growl as she reached her bed.

"Mm," he shook his head on a grin, chuckling as he took a few steps toward her - not bothering to disguise the way he was now taking the time to appreciate the soft and supple curves of her form. "And what might that be?"

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Re: Cold Drinks and Hot Nights
« Reply #22 on: Aug 12, 17, 10:40:51 AM »
Mara watched him stalk across her room, the lines of his tone body undulating like a hypnotic wave.  He was gorgeous, lean and fit, with a body that she might have mistaken belonging to a much younger man if not for the silvery white hair on his head and the soft down of white hair that slid down his chest all the way down to his excitingly sizable manhood.  She licked her lips, making sure her own heat and desire was evident on her face as she slid her eyes back up to his face.    In the time she had ran for her rooms, he had shed the last of his clothes and her mouth was dry with the desire to run her tongue along every length of limb.  First though, she had decided to quench her thirst on one thing in particular.

She slid her hand out when he was within arm’s reach, sliding her hand up the long length of his thigh, fingers curling slowly to tease the inside of his thigh as she moved her hand further and further up.  Drawing him in closer, she tilted her chin up, gazing into his face as she pulled him right between her knees.  Only then did she complete the journey of her hand, sliding up around his tight ass cheek while her other hand slid to the object of her desire.  She purred with delight as her fingers traced the thick length of him, thrilled to feel his cock twitch at her touch.

“You,” she said with a satisfied smirk as she bowed her head and slid her tongue along the tip, savoring the feel of the warm flesh as she parted her lips to give him entrance for a moment before pulling back. “I still hunger Prince, and I think I’ll take my time savoring this treat.”  Mara pulled his hip tightly towards her as she enveloped him in her warm mouth, lips encircling the thickness with hungry eagerness.  He was so large, even half aroused he was a growing mouthful.  Her eyes fluttered with excitement as her hand encircled his base, squeezing and stroking while her lips pulled and sucked at his sensitive tip. 

Silver Prince, he tasted of maleness and raw sex and it was intoxicating.  Her hand worked his length, the throbbing rigidness that seemed to respond to her touch.  She leaned her head back to look back up at his face, her own sleepy with satisfaction as she licked her lips in a slow circle for his viewing pleasure.  “Mmm, better than I imagined.”  She held his gaze as she flicked her tongue playfully at the very apex of his erection, engaged in enjoying his reaction play across his features.  Her voice curled in a sultry tone as she whispered, “I want to see you come undone in my hands Eirnan.

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Re: Cold Drinks and Hot Nights
« Reply #23 on: Aug 17, 17, 09:28:07 PM »
The initial rush of hot, mind-numbing need now sated, Eirnan was able to take his time making his way toward her. He was able to savor the steps, enjoying the hunger in her eyes as he crossed the last few feet of separation. Mother Night but he did love the weight of a woman’s desire, especially when it was focused entirely on him. He loved her pleasure, her need, the primal hunger that he could see vibrating on her bare sun-kissed skin and burning darkly in her eyes. He relished in the desire that every single one of his senses was able to identify.

One soft but confident hand reached out to him and he stepped into it’s caress, a low hum resonating in his throat as his gaze shifted down to watch it’s progress gliding up his thigh. The other hand joined the journey by taking a path up his other leg as he continued to move closer, letting her guide him between her knees, and his cock was clearly noticing the proximity of not only her hands but that beautiful, full mouth.

He could feel the heat of her breath against his skin. His arousal twitched, jumping in anticipation as he sucked in a soft, sharp breath while that small but deft hand wound about his member. Just because he knew what was about to happen didn’t mean he was fully prepared for the feel of her hot, soft tongue as it darted over the tip of his cock. A moment later, before he even really had time to adjust to the sensation, she had sucked his head into her mouth. A tease, a taste, then she was releasing him to smirk up at him and murmur her temptations. Then that wet heat had enveloped him again.

Eirnan groaned softly, letting his eyes sift shut to just enjoy that sensation. One hand lifted to thread lightly through her hair, not gripping or directing her at all - just stroking her, needing something to do with at least one hand as his senses focused on her mouth about his member.

“Fuck…”

The word came out as another soft, sharp growl of a sound, a rumble deep in his chest as he forced his eyes open to watch her. She drew as shudder from him as she pulled back to release him again.

“Is that so?” His voice was very rough, thick with pleasure. “I think I’d very much enjoy you being my undoing.”