“I’d be insane not to enjoy watchin’ such a fine lady do her thing…” Now he was almost growling, his lips to her neck… she fully expected him to pull her onto his lap, but for some reason he just held her there, his hands turning a little bolder as they enjoyed the shape of her buttocks. How was she supposed to react? Viatrix wasn’t exactly planning to have sex with him, when she’d decided to try and drink him under the table, but she found that she wasn’t completely against the idea. Well, not right now, while she was still blissfully drunk. He wasn’t her type, she’d usually gone for the tough, muscular ones, but while he wasn’t too attractive to her, he wasn’t unpleasant either…
Maybe a little too touchy for someone she’d just met, though?
“Woah… now you call me a lady? While you grope every inch of me? Now that’s a real gentleman if I’ve ever seen one!” She laughed out loud, and found herself rolling her hips to meet his hands. Mmh, but that didn’t feel so bad, now…
“I don’t see you complainin’, miss. Actually… might it be that you’re havin’ some fun with this gentleman?” He started nuzzling her neck, now, peppering her flesh with kisses, and with that she knew she was going to come undone in his hands in no time. Her neck was her weakest spot. That had to be the reason her knees had gotten so wobbly… or, no, maybe it was all the mead. “Oh, but you’re all squirmin’ and sighin’ now, ain’t that so? I must be doin’ something right…”
“Damn right. You keep that up, you might just… get lucky…” She sighed, stifling back a moan, and finding it a little difficult to speak, now. His fingers fleetingly brushed against her slit, and she wondered whether he could feel her growing damp through her pants. Resignedly, she laced her arms around his neck. It was about time she got laid, anyway. Her last one had been way too long before, and this Delvin… wasn’t half bad at what he did.
“As the ma’am desires…” He muttered under his breath, nibbling along the line of her neck, and his hands started roaming freely over her body, one slipping under her shirt to dig his fingers through the firm muscles of her back, the other sliding gently along her thigh, up and down, getting closer and closer to her hips. He found the cloth bound around her chest and made quick work of it, and as soon as her heavy breasts sprung free his other hand had already reached around to slip into her pants, making her jump in surprise.
She would’ve protested for how quickly he was proceeding, had his mouth not found the perfect spot to torment over and over, making her turn into a whimpering mess. Viatrix started to loosen up a little, her previously rigid stance turning into a real embrace as she explored his shoulders and back, head tilted to offer him more room for those delightful little kisses and bites. Meanwhile, his fingers had found her sex, shifting aside her undergarments to delve between her folds, and a sound of arousal came deep from his lips as he found her wet and willing. He lifted his head, following her jaw to finally find her mouth, and as he kissed her deeply he could feel her arching under his hands.
Gods, she wanted him to take her. Right now, that took priority over any possible shame or regret she might feel the morning after. She purred into the kiss and finally stopped struggling, pressing herself shamelessly against his hand; immediately, she felt one of his fingers entering her, slick with her juices, then another, and as his mouth returned diligently to her neck and collarbone she almost mewled in bliss when he curled them to stroke firmly a part of her she’d neglected for too long. Her head felt heavy, and she stumbled forward to rest it against his shoulder, biting hard the leather of his armor. By Azura, could it be that she was almost undone at the very first stroke? She gasped, defeated, as he felt him curl his fingers once more, then another time…
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Mead, thievery, and other social lubricants. [part 2.3]
Date: 2013-01-11 05:07 pm (UTC)Maybe a little too touchy for someone she’d just met, though?
“Woah… now you call me a lady? While you grope every inch of me? Now that’s a real gentleman if I’ve ever seen one!” She laughed out loud, and found herself rolling her hips to meet his hands. Mmh, but that didn’t feel so bad, now…
“I don’t see you complainin’, miss. Actually… might it be that you’re havin’ some fun with this gentleman?” He started nuzzling her neck, now, peppering her flesh with kisses, and with that she knew she was going to come undone in his hands in no time. Her neck was her weakest spot. That had to be the reason her knees had gotten so wobbly… or, no, maybe it was all the mead. “Oh, but you’re all squirmin’ and sighin’ now, ain’t that so? I must be doin’ something right…”
“Damn right. You keep that up, you might just… get lucky…” She sighed, stifling back a moan, and finding it a little difficult to speak, now. His fingers fleetingly brushed against her slit, and she wondered whether he could feel her growing damp through her pants. Resignedly, she laced her arms around his neck. It was about time she got laid, anyway. Her last one had been way too long before, and this Delvin… wasn’t half bad at what he did.
“As the ma’am desires…” He muttered under his breath, nibbling along the line of her neck, and his hands started roaming freely over her body, one slipping under her shirt to dig his fingers through the firm muscles of her back, the other sliding gently along her thigh, up and down, getting closer and closer to her hips. He found the cloth bound around her chest and made quick work of it, and as soon as her heavy breasts sprung free his other hand had already reached around to slip into her pants, making her jump in surprise.
She would’ve protested for how quickly he was proceeding, had his mouth not found the perfect spot to torment over and over, making her turn into a whimpering mess. Viatrix started to loosen up a little, her previously rigid stance turning into a real embrace as she explored his shoulders and back, head tilted to offer him more room for those delightful little kisses and bites. Meanwhile, his fingers had found her sex, shifting aside her undergarments to delve between her folds, and a sound of arousal came deep from his lips as he found her wet and willing. He lifted his head, following her jaw to finally find her mouth, and as he kissed her deeply he could feel her arching under his hands.
Gods, she wanted him to take her. Right now, that took priority over any possible shame or regret she might feel the morning after. She purred into the kiss and finally stopped struggling, pressing herself shamelessly against his hand; immediately, she felt one of his fingers entering her, slick with her juices, then another, and as his mouth returned diligently to her neck and collarbone she almost mewled in bliss when he curled them to stroke firmly a part of her she’d neglected for too long. Her head felt heavy, and she stumbled forward to rest it against his shoulder, biting hard the leather of his armor. By Azura, could it be that she was almost undone at the very first stroke? She gasped, defeated, as he felt him curl his fingers once more, then another time…