Lumen locks him in an intense stare as she slides her mouth along his shaft. Her deadly hands are deceptively gentle as they massage his sac and the insides of his muscular thighs. The delicate scrape of her teeth against his tip draws a hiss of pleasure from him. Arnbjorn wants to grab her by the hair, to guide and control her movements, but he knows she would never allow it. Instead, he fists his hands in the furs beneath him, not daring to test Lumen’s limits while her mouth is around his cock.
She pulls away to fumble with a pouch at her hip, and Arnbjorn mourns the loss of her warm, wet mouth around his aching cock. “Finished already?” he asks, hoping to gall her.
“Hardly,” she says, pulling two small vials from the pouch. She tosses one to him and keeps the other for herself. “It’s the antidote. I want you at full strength for this.”
The antidote works almost instantly, the confusing haze clearing from his mind and his strength returning with each swallow of the sweet liquid. “What’s in the other?” he asks in a strangled voice as her mouth descends upon his cock once again. His answer comes in the form of an oil-slicked finger circling around his rear entrance, and after a moment she slowly nudges it inside. Arnbjorn grits his teeth at the strange intrusion, the elf now going where his wife never dared. “Gods,” he gasps, both loving and fearing this new sensation.
Arnbjorn clenches his jaw so hard it starts to hurt, but it is nothing compared to the delicious, throbbing ache between his legs. His heart is pounding and he can feel his cock pulse as she pushes him closer to the edge with her clever mouth and tongue. His body shuddering from the intense pressure building up behind the base of his cock thanks to her finger stroking him inside - in a place he never even considered, and certainly never thought he would enjoy - and just as he’s about to fall over the edge into a swelling tide of ecstasy -
- she pulls away.
“Fuck! I was almost-”
“Almost there?” she interrupts, “I know.” Lumen turns her attention to removing her shrouded armor. But she isn’t moving fast enough to him. Not with this desperate, clawing, need that she’s planted inside of him. Arnbjorn reaches for the buckles of her armor, and to his surprise, she allows him to help her undress. His hands move faster than hers, undoing every catch and buckle with practiced ease, intimately familiar with his own design.
With her armor gone, Arnbjorn’s battle-calloused hands run across her bare skin. Squeezing and caressing her supple curves before she roughly shoves him back down on the bed. She straddles him again, her sex hovering above his cock, and she guides his hand between her legs. His fingers glide between the folds of her sex, which are slick with desire.
“Beg me,” she says, her chin held high as she towers above him.
“What?” he blanches.
“You heard me, wolf. Surely that particular trick is in your repertoire?”
Arnbjorn does not beg. He’s never had to. But he is so desperate and nearly driven wild with lust that the shame of having to beg the elf to fuck him is almost bearable. “Please,” he rasps, his voice harsh and full of contempt.
Lumen throws her head back and laughs, “Oh, you can do better than that.”
He wants to argue. He wants to grab her, throw her down, and fuck her as hard as he can to show her who’s in charge, and he almost does. But her hands are on his hips and her sex lowering around the tip of his cock and she is so wet and warm that he finally gives in.
“Please, Lumen. Fuck me, take me, I don’t care- I need to be inside- please.”
A triumphant smile curls across her lips. “Ah, so you do know my name. I was starting to wonder,” she says, and she slowly lowers herself onto him. Taking him in, inch by agonizing inch, until he is fully hilted inside of her.
The sensation of being enveloped in her tight, wet, heat is almost too much, and Arnbjorn squeezes his eyes shut, grateful for Lumen’s stillness. She seems to be keenly aware of his limits. After all, it was she who pushed him so near the edge. After a few deep, calming breaths, Arnbjorn opens his eyes to see Lumen watching him curiously.
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F!Listener/Arnbjorn "Prey" 3/5
Date: 2013-12-15 01:56 am (UTC)She pulls away to fumble with a pouch at her hip, and Arnbjorn mourns the loss of her warm, wet mouth around his aching cock. “Finished already?” he asks, hoping to gall her.
“Hardly,” she says, pulling two small vials from the pouch. She tosses one to him and keeps the other for herself. “It’s the antidote. I want you at full strength for this.”
The antidote works almost instantly, the confusing haze clearing from his mind and his strength returning with each swallow of the sweet liquid. “What’s in the other?” he asks in a strangled voice as her mouth descends upon his cock once again. His answer comes in the form of an oil-slicked finger circling around his rear entrance, and after a moment she slowly nudges it inside. Arnbjorn grits his teeth at the strange intrusion, the elf now going where his wife never dared. “Gods,” he gasps, both loving and fearing this new sensation.
Arnbjorn clenches his jaw so hard it starts to hurt, but it is nothing compared to the delicious, throbbing ache between his legs. His heart is pounding and he can feel his cock pulse as she pushes him closer to the edge with her clever mouth and tongue. His body shuddering from the intense pressure building up behind the base of his cock thanks to her finger stroking him inside - in a place he never even considered, and certainly never thought he would enjoy - and just as he’s about to fall over the edge into a swelling tide of ecstasy -
- she pulls away.
“Fuck! I was almost-”
“Almost there?” she interrupts, “I know.” Lumen turns her attention to removing her shrouded armor. But she isn’t moving fast enough to him. Not with this desperate, clawing, need that she’s planted inside of him. Arnbjorn reaches for the buckles of her armor, and to his surprise, she allows him to help her undress. His hands move faster than hers, undoing every catch and buckle with practiced ease, intimately familiar with his own design.
With her armor gone, Arnbjorn’s battle-calloused hands run across her bare skin. Squeezing and caressing her supple curves before she roughly shoves him back down on the bed. She straddles him again, her sex hovering above his cock, and she guides his hand between her legs. His fingers glide between the folds of her sex, which are slick with desire.
“Beg me,” she says, her chin held high as she towers above him.
“What?” he blanches.
“You heard me, wolf. Surely that particular trick is in your repertoire?”
Arnbjorn does not beg. He’s never had to. But he is so desperate and nearly driven wild with lust that the shame of having to beg the elf to fuck him is almost bearable. “Please,” he rasps, his voice harsh and full of contempt.
Lumen throws her head back and laughs, “Oh, you can do better than that.”
He wants to argue. He wants to grab her, throw her down, and fuck her as hard as he can to show her who’s in charge, and he almost does. But her hands are on his hips and her sex lowering around the tip of his cock and she is so wet and warm that he finally gives in.
“Please, Lumen. Fuck me, take me, I don’t care- I need to be inside- please.”
A triumphant smile curls across her lips. “Ah, so you do know my name. I was starting to wonder,” she says, and she slowly lowers herself onto him. Taking him in, inch by agonizing inch, until he is fully hilted inside of her.
The sensation of being enveloped in her tight, wet, heat is almost too much, and Arnbjorn squeezes his eyes shut, grateful for Lumen’s stillness. She seems to be keenly aware of his limits. After all, it was she who pushed him so near the edge. After a few deep, calming breaths, Arnbjorn opens his eyes to see Lumen watching him curiously.