Hands massaging her breasts almost tenderly, Cynric’s lips trailed down her throat, over her shoulder and further down until he reached a hardened, pink nipple. He pulled it between his teeth, tugging gently before lavishing it with his tongue. The fingers of his right hand treated the other nipple to a similar treatment, flicking and pinching it lightly, until it was almost unbearably hard, before lavishing that one too with his tongue. Eira was scraping the bark of the tree with her nails, groaning softly at the pleasurable sensations her rescuer was causing her.
Upon hearing the sound of crushing bark, Cynric reached for her hands, gently taking them and guiding them to his waist, his mouth never ceasing in its conquest. His own hands trailed up and down her sides gently, goose bumps rising wherever he touched her sensitive skin. Her own inexperienced hands meanwhile fumbled at the unfamiliar buckles of his armour. Before she could do anything though, he released her nipple with a soft pop and kissed his way down the flat expanse of her stomach. He would have taken off her cuirass but it protected her back from the rough bark of the tree and he didn’t want to lay her down just yet, enjoying the extra vulnerability of her trying to remain standing as he showed her one of the many things he was so good at.
Nimble fingers gently pulled down her underpants, a soft tickle to her calves had her lifting her feet one after the other so he could pull them off and toss them aside. He felt her shiver in anticipation as he lightly ran his hands up from her calves over the outside of her thighs and back down again. His tongue slowly dipped into her belly button, a hint at what he truly intended. Eira’s hands had moved up while he descended on her and where now running through his short hair in a delightful way. Cynric’s hands moved gently inwards, stroking her inner thighs, fingers brushing lightly, almost but not quite touching where she burned for him to do so. He dipped in then, tongue flicking out to gently slide along her folds. She bucked in anticipation, letting out a low moan. ‘So delightfully responsive’, he thought as he kissed her softly, before running his tongue over her folds again and searching out her little nub of pleasure. She moaned a little louder as he circled her nub with his tongue before dipping it back between her folds, pressing gently against her entrance. His tongue slipped in, tasting her sweet essence, while two fingers gently rubbed circles over her bundle of pleasure. She was so sensitive, it wasn’t long before she moaned her pleasure, shuddering as her very first orgasm washed over her. Cynric diligently lapped up her juices while she came down from her high.
When she stopped shuddering and regained her breath, he moved a hand to gently cup her sex, rubbing his fingers over her folds, before slipping one in. She shuddered and groaned, hands gripping his hair as he moved his nimble finger expertly inside her, curling it just right to have her panting and moaning in ecstasy. He slid a second finger in before pressing his lips to her little bundle of pleasure. She moaned louder as he sucked the bundle gently, nimble fingers slipping in and out in a steady rhythm and curling just right. He felt her tense before she led out a loud, shuddering moan and he had to support her as her knees grew weak with the pleasure as she came again.
His hands trailed back up her sides as he moved up and claimed her lips with his, letting her taste herself on him. Her tongue met his in a passionate dance and her hands moved down the back of his neck, over his shoulders and along his waist back up to his chest. He helped her undo the buckles, while she pulled at the ties, until his own cuirass finally fell open. He watched her as she roamed her hands uncertainly over his chest. He allowed her a few moments, before taking her right hand and moving het down, over the bulge in his pants. “Feel what you do to me little minx”, he whispered hoarsely.
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Re: Innocent (6/?)
Date: 2013-07-09 04:20 pm (UTC)Upon hearing the sound of crushing bark, Cynric reached for her hands, gently taking them and guiding them to his waist, his mouth never ceasing in its conquest. His own hands trailed up and down her sides gently, goose bumps rising wherever he touched her sensitive skin. Her own inexperienced hands meanwhile fumbled at the unfamiliar buckles of his armour. Before she could do anything though, he released her nipple with a soft pop and kissed his way down the flat expanse of her stomach. He would have taken off her cuirass but it protected her back from the rough bark of the tree and he didn’t want to lay her down just yet, enjoying the extra vulnerability of her trying to remain standing as he showed her one of the many things he was so good at.
Nimble fingers gently pulled down her underpants, a soft tickle to her calves had her lifting her feet one after the other so he could pull them off and toss them aside. He felt her shiver in anticipation as he lightly ran his hands up from her calves over the outside of her thighs and back down again. His tongue slowly dipped into her belly button, a hint at what he truly intended. Eira’s hands had moved up while he descended on her and where now running through his short hair in a delightful way. Cynric’s hands moved gently inwards, stroking her inner thighs, fingers brushing lightly, almost but not quite touching where she burned for him to do so. He dipped in then, tongue flicking out to gently slide along her folds. She bucked in anticipation, letting out a low moan. ‘So delightfully responsive’, he thought as he kissed her softly, before running his tongue over her folds again and searching out her little nub of pleasure. She moaned a little louder as he circled her nub with his tongue before dipping it back between her folds, pressing gently against her entrance. His tongue slipped in, tasting her sweet essence, while two fingers gently rubbed circles over her bundle of pleasure. She was so sensitive, it wasn’t long before she moaned her pleasure, shuddering as her very first orgasm washed over her. Cynric diligently lapped up her juices while she came down from her high.
When she stopped shuddering and regained her breath, he moved a hand to gently cup her sex, rubbing his fingers over her folds, before slipping one in. She shuddered and groaned, hands gripping his hair as he moved his nimble finger expertly inside her, curling it just right to have her panting and moaning in ecstasy. He slid a second finger in before pressing his lips to her little bundle of pleasure. She moaned louder as he sucked the bundle gently, nimble fingers slipping in and out in a steady rhythm and curling just right. He felt her tense before she led out a loud, shuddering moan and he had to support her as her knees grew weak with the pleasure as she came again.
His hands trailed back up her sides as he moved up and claimed her lips with his, letting her taste herself on him. Her tongue met his in a passionate dance and her hands moved down the back of his neck, over his shoulders and along his waist back up to his chest. He helped her undo the buckles, while she pulled at the ties, until his own cuirass finally fell open. He watched her as she roamed her hands uncertainly over his chest. He allowed her a few moments, before taking her right hand and moving het down, over the bulge in his pants. “Feel what you do to me little minx”, he whispered hoarsely.