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Cunnilingus
Date: 2013-06-15 01:08 am (UTC)Re: Cunnilingus
Date: 2013-06-15 08:00 am (UTC)Re: Cunnilingus
Date: 2013-06-15 05:49 pm (UTC)F!Listener/Cicero - "Wild Wine" 1/2
Date: 2013-06-16 05:11 am (UTC)----
He'd only meant to check on her and see if she needed anything before he went about his nightly duties. He hadn't meant to catch her undressing – but he did, and try as he might he simply can't tear his eyes away. His Listener is a veritable feast of feminine curves; bountiful breasts, wide hips, a slight roundness to her belly and soft, supple thighs.
The sparse candlelight dances across her dusky skin and, Sithis preserve him, her hands are sliding across her pert nipples and traveling lower. He tries to bite back a moan at the thought of his beautiful, deadly Listener pleasuring herself, but he catches it a little too late.
She's going to send Cicero to the Void, he just knows it.
When she looks at him, she actually smiles, but it is not a comfort. He saw that same smile on her face when she split a bandit open from his chin to his groin, and Cicero wonders if that is the fate that awaits him as well.
“Come in.” she says, “And shut the door, will you?”
This is it – she's going to end him here and now, on her bedroom floor. Oh, what an end it will be. His Listener, a naked, furious goddess of death bearing down upon him and making him bleed-
But she isn't furious when she tells him, “Remove your gloves.”
Cicero obeys – he always obeys – and he removes his gilded, leather gloves. She takes the gloves from his hands and lets them drop to the floor.
“Touch me.”
A tiny voice in Cicero's mind barks that he should be punished for peeping on his Listener, not rewarded, and another voice wonders if his Listener actually planned this. But the voices are quickly silenced as he lifts his hand to touch her.
His fingers graze across the soft curve of her jaw, the dainty bulge of her chin, and finally across her plump lips. She smiles again, her warm eyes meeting his, and soon after her soft lips are pressing against his. At some point, his hat fell to the floor, but he cannot find it in his heart to care. Not when his Listener is kissing him and running her fingers through his hair, gripping it and pulling him closer.
She breaks the kiss and leads him to her bed, but he never takes his attentions away from her as his teeth nibble at the lobe of her pointed ear, then down the graceful curve of her neck. Walking, as it turns out, is not so easy due to the raging erection between his legs, but that will not keep Cicero from following orders.
The back of her legs hit the bed and Cicero, utterly lost in the moment, pushes her down onto it. For a moment, he is afraid that he's gone too far but her smile only widens.
“It appears I am at your mercy, Keeper,” she says, a playful lilt to her voice.
Oh, he likes the sound of that.
He places his hands on the bed and looms over her, resuming his attentions on her sharp, elven ear. Nibbling the edge and working his way to the tip, his teeth nipping at the delicate point as his hands wander down to caress those perfect, full breasts. A flick of his thumbs across her nipples has her arching into his touch and Cicero can't help but smile at the way her body responds to him.
His mouth travels back down to her neck, across her collar bones and finally to her breasts. He latches onto on nipple as he rolls her other between his fingers, encouraged by the Listener's breathless “Cicero, yes-”
He ventures further down her body, kissing her soft stomach as he pushes her gently back, encouraging her to lie upon the bed. His kisses travel past her bellybutton, her hips, and to the mound above her sex. He looks up and finds her watching him, waiting for him to go exactly where she wants him to-
Not yet, he thinks. Sitting between her legs, kissing her ankle and the back of her knee-
“You're a gods damned tease,” she gasps.
“What?” he asks with mock indignation, “Cicero is scandalized at the very idea! He would never-”
“He would and he is.” she says, “You're a wicked man.”
“Hm. Not the first time Cicero has heard that,” He murmurs, softly nipping at her inner thigh, his mouth drifting tantalizingly close to her sex.
Re: F!Listener/Cicero - "Wild Wine" 1/2
Date: 2013-06-16 05:15 am (UTC)F!Listener/Cicero - "Wild Wine" 2/2
Date: 2013-06-16 05:24 am (UTC)She's watching him with those large, almond-shaped eyes, her teeth worrying at her bottom lip, when she finally gives up and begs.
“Cicero, please-”
Ah, well. Cicero is not a man without mercy.
He pushes her thighs further apart and the sight before him is almost his undoing; her folds blushed pink with arousal and glistening with moisture. It's almost enough to make him come right then and there.
Cicero settles between her legs and presses the tip of his tongue between her saturated petals, dragging it across the entrance of her channel and to that tiny pip of flesh at the top. He flattens his tongue against her and laps more firmly, dragging a moan from his Listener, who twines her fingers in his hair to hold him in place. If he could, he would to tell her that he isn't going anywhere, that he is exactly where he's always wanted to be.
Instead, he settles for showing her rather than telling her, and his lips close around her clit. She cries out as he sucks on her stiff pearl, and soon she is panting as her body grows tense. Cicero grabs her thrashing hips and holds her down as she rides out her release, only pulling away when she's become too sensitive to continue.
He watches as her breathing slowly evens out, and despite the insistent throbbing of his cock he decides he hasn't tasted enough of his Listener.
“Again, Listener?”
She looks surprised at first, as if he's the first man to ever offer more pleasure, but soon enough her mask of authority is back in place and she commands, “Again, Cicero.”
“With pleasure, my Listener.”
He wets his thumb with her fluids as he pushes the digit between her soaked folds and rubs it across her sensitive bundle of nerves. This time, he pushes his tongue inside her as he rubs a firm, hard circle over her clit. With his Listener already sensitive from her first orgasm, it doesn't take her long to come again, and this time she cries out his name as she does.
Pulling away again to give her a moment of respite, he licks her juices from his lips, enjoying the salty-sweet flavor of her. “More?” he asks, hopefully.
“Get undressed first,” she commands.
Cicero obeys, quickly shedding his jester motley and moving to settle between his Listener's legs once more, but she stops him. She guides him so that he is lying back on the bed, she straddles him and crawls further up his body until her sex is mere inches away from his face.
“One more thing,” she says.
“Anything, my Listener,” Cicero gasps, eager to drink of her again.
“I want you to pleasure yourself while you pleasure me.”
The Listener had only just given her order when Cicero's eager fingers delve between the slick petals of her sex and further into her velvety heat, her fluids spilling over them like honey. He removes his fingers from her and as she lowers herself to his lips, Cicero wraps his slick fingers around his cock, stroking as he devours his Listener's pussy in earnest.
Cicero greedily licks and sucks until she is making soft humming noises, indicating that she is getting close. Her juices drip down his chin and across his cheeks, and heated pressure pools in his loins as he strokes himself closer to completion.
His release comes when she does, the sensation of her sex spasming as she grinds against his face, riding out yet another orgasm is simply too much for Cicero, and his muffled cry only adds to her pleasure. A deluge of semen coats his fingers and he doesn't remember ever making himself come this hard before, but he never had his Listener sitting on his face before either.
She lies down beside him, looking disheveled but quite satisfied, “Stay the night, Keeper,” she says, “I might need you again.”
“Of course Listener. Humble Cicero-”
“Lives to serve. I know.”
Cicero laughs and pulls her close to him, hoping that she would need him again tonight, and every night hereafter.
Re: F!Listener/Cicero - "Wild Wine" 2/2
Date: 2013-06-16 05:28 am (UTC)Re: F!Listener/Cicero - "Wild Wine" 2/2
Date: 2013-06-16 06:38 am (UTC)Re: F!Listener/Cicero - "Wild Wine" 2/2
Date: 2013-06-16 02:05 pm (UTC)Thank you, lovely anon, this fic was awesome!
Re: F!Listener/Cicero - "Wild Wine" 2/2
Date: 2013-06-19 03:05 am (UTC)Re: F!Listener/Cicero - "Wild Wine" 2/2
Date: 2013-06-20 12:09 pm (UTC)Re: F!Listener/Cicero - "Wild Wine" 2/2
Date: 2013-06-21 10:28 am (UTC)Re: F!Listener/Cicero - "Wild Wine" 2/2
Date: 2013-07-06 03:27 pm (UTC)