She grabbed his hair, pressing his face into her, not even allowing him to breathe first. He sucked in hard, more out of panic than anything but was rewarded with a moan. He pulled his head away for a split second before heading back in slightly more sedately, this time tongue primed, licking all around the clit, one hand groping roughly for her arse, the other stroking his cock.
"Damn Farkas," Freyja sighed, spinning and resting back on the edge of the bath, making sure he stayed in contact the whole time, dragging his knees painfully on the floor. Both her hands were in his hair now, dagger discarded, bunching tightly into fists every time his tongue circled.
He moved his right hand up, grasping hold of the belt, pursing his lips round her clit, Freyja screaming as he found purchase, suddenly convulsing and releasing her grip on Farkas' hair.
She composed herself for a second before standing up straight, if a little weakly. "Well Farkas, I think we've definitely found something you excel at."
"Great," Farkas growled, lust seeping into his voice. "Now let me show you what else I'm good at." He stood, grasping her by the waist, roughly pushing his face to hers, only to receive a sharp knee in the groin for his troubles.
"I'm in charge, remember," Freyja said, the glint in her eye ready and apparent as Farkas doubled up, leaning over the water. "And if you remember," she continued, gripping the back of his neck. "I did not say I wanted you to fuck me." She pushed hard , forcing him over, head plunging back into the water. "I said I wanted to fuck you."
She sighed and pulled back, running her free hand up and down Farkas' buttocks, manouvreing her legs inside his and easing them apart, ignoring the sputtering and splashes from the bath.
He eventually managed to force his head above the water but was unable to get any higher, Freyja's arm like a clamp holding him down. He gave a gasp as he felt something, a damp finger, suddenly enter him. "What the hell are you doing?" his voice unusually high pitched in surprise.
Freyja withdrew the finger with an amused chuckle. "Why, easing the passage of course," the sound of her spitting came clearly from behind, swiftly followed by reentry, two fingers this time, wiggling around and eliciting Farkas to yelp at this most alien of feelings. "It's far more warning than I gave to the Bandit Leader the other week," the fingers withdrew and he heard the repositioning of the belt, dagger scabbard brushing his right bumcheek, granting a horrifying prescience of what was about to happen. "Of course, I didn't have to have breakfast with the Bandit Leader the next morning, so..."
"Freyja, please," Farkas begged.
"Now, that's what I like to hear," she said, voice sultry and low as she pressed her hips forward.
Farkas bucked, throwing her off for a second, before her hand slammed down, pushing him back under water, nose and mouth filled with soap, unable to prevent the tip of the scabbard entering. Mercifully, however she stopped at the tip, allowing Farkas to surface again, coughing and spluttering. He tensed, aiming to push her back, his powerful legs lifting her clean off the floor, though in the process drawing the scabbard deeper into himn.
"Calm Farkas," Freyja whispered, as he bucked again, like a horse trying to dislodge a troublesome rider. She moved both hands to his waist, patting him until he stopped. "Trust me."
He stopped, and relaxed, trying to accept this intrusion into his body. "It feels weird," he said simply, clenching the muscles in his arse and wincing in pain.
Freyja laughed at this, taking both her hands off his back, allowing him to pull away if he wished, making a pleased noise when he didn't. "If you think that feels odd, imagine sticking a penis up there." She seemed to think for a moment. "But we'll get to that when we come to it."
Re: Open the Damn Door 2/?
"Damn Farkas," Freyja sighed, spinning and resting back on the edge of the bath, making sure he stayed in contact the whole time, dragging his knees painfully on the floor. Both her hands were in his hair now, dagger discarded, bunching tightly into fists every time his tongue circled.
He moved his right hand up, grasping hold of the belt, pursing his lips round her clit, Freyja screaming as he found purchase, suddenly convulsing and releasing her grip on Farkas' hair.
She composed herself for a second before standing up straight, if a little weakly. "Well Farkas, I think we've definitely found something you excel at."
"Great," Farkas growled, lust seeping into his voice. "Now let me show you what else I'm good at." He stood, grasping her by the waist, roughly pushing his face to hers, only to receive a sharp knee in the groin for his troubles.
"I'm in charge, remember," Freyja said, the glint in her eye ready and apparent as Farkas doubled up, leaning over the water. "And if you remember," she continued, gripping the back of his neck. "I did not say I wanted you to fuck me." She pushed hard , forcing him over, head plunging back into the water. "I said I wanted to fuck you."
She sighed and pulled back, running her free hand up and down Farkas' buttocks, manouvreing her legs inside his and easing them apart, ignoring the sputtering and splashes from the bath.
He eventually managed to force his head above the water but was unable to get any higher, Freyja's arm like a clamp holding him down. He gave a gasp as he felt something, a damp finger, suddenly enter him. "What the hell are you doing?" his voice unusually high pitched in surprise.
Freyja withdrew the finger with an amused chuckle. "Why, easing the passage of course," the sound of her spitting came clearly from behind, swiftly followed by reentry, two fingers this time, wiggling around and eliciting Farkas to yelp at this most alien of feelings. "It's far more warning than I gave to the Bandit Leader the other week," the fingers withdrew and he heard the repositioning of the belt, dagger scabbard brushing his right bumcheek, granting a horrifying prescience of what was about to happen. "Of course, I didn't have to have breakfast with the Bandit Leader the next morning, so..."
"Freyja, please," Farkas begged.
"Now, that's what I like to hear," she said, voice sultry and low as she pressed her hips forward.
Farkas bucked, throwing her off for a second, before her hand slammed down, pushing him back under water, nose and mouth filled with soap, unable to prevent the tip of the scabbard entering. Mercifully, however she stopped at the tip, allowing Farkas to surface again, coughing and spluttering. He tensed, aiming to push her back, his powerful legs lifting her clean off the floor, though in the process drawing the scabbard deeper into himn.
"Calm Farkas," Freyja whispered, as he bucked again, like a horse trying to dislodge a troublesome rider. She moved both hands to his waist, patting him until he stopped. "Trust me."
He stopped, and relaxed, trying to accept this intrusion into his body. "It feels weird," he said simply, clenching the muscles in his arse and wincing in pain.
Freyja laughed at this, taking both her hands off his back, allowing him to pull away if he wished, making a pleased noise when he didn't. "If you think that feels odd, imagine sticking a penis up there." She seemed to think for a moment. "But we'll get to that when we come to it."