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“The Spring Wind That Blew Through Dragonsreach” F!OC/Farengar Secret-Fire, 6g/?
Date: 2013-10-12 06:58 am (UTC)The woman ran her hands teasingly along his length. Farengar felt his belly tighten as she scooped her hand underneath and cupped him. She pressed her stomach against his. He ran his hands down her slender back and pulled her closer.
As Olria’s hand tightened around him and began stroking, Farengar swayed. He steadied himself by planting his hands on both her shoulders, his lips brushing her hair. Olria’s body slid against his as her hands worked. She bowed her head against his shoulder, adding a second small hand to tightly squeeze his base. Her other hand glided over him so lightly that he growled at her teasing.
Olria let out a soft laugh. Her grip firmed, pulling a gasp from Farengar’s throat. As she worked him, he began pushing into her hands, hips twitching. The man mumbled something against Olria hair and pushed her towards the bed. The mattress caught the back of her knees. She lay down, knees hanging over the edge of the bed, with him hovering over her.
Seeing the woman naked, staring up at him with big, bright eyes and a half smile, Farengar wished he’d kept the Child’s Bane after all. He heaved a sigh and kissed her. Then he sank to his knees, drawing his hands over her belly. He summoned the magic she responded to well to, and heard her gasp as it surged through her veins.
Farengar lightly parted his thighs, restoration magics glowing in his fingertips. Olria shuddered in pleasure, opening up to him. He ran a finger over her. The muscles of her thighs clenched on either side of his head. She inhaled sharply and held her breath.
Farengar parted her lips and kissed the warm mound there. The woman gulped in another breath as his tongue darted out, circling. He nibbled and licked gently as Olria adjusted to the alien sensation. When he felt her hands alight tentatively on his head, he increased the pressure, tongue flicking back and forth. She let out a soft moan, grip tightening in his hair.
Without stopping, he drew his hands over the soft skin of her inner thighs. Olria whimpered and let her legs relax. Farengar teased her entrance with his fingertips before slowly pushing two digits into her. Olria exhaled in a rush.
Farengar experimented, sucking and licking, seeing which motions made her body tense and which made her moan. He curled his fingers inside her, causing her to gasp. He massaged that spot steadily, his tongue continuing to glide over her. Olria’s breaths reduced to soft cries. She bit her wrist, muffling her voice. She began to arch against him frantically, begging him to increase his pace, all shyness abandoned in the face of need.
Farengar continued to lap at her steadily, fingers sliding in and out of that tight heat. Olria came almost silently, her muscles clenching around Farengar’s fingers. She let out her held breath in a rush. She pulled on Farengar’s hair and shimmied fully onto the bed, drawing the man with her. Farengar sprawled on the sheets next to her, his lips no doubt sporting a ridiculous smile.
Olria kissed his nose, her eyes twinkling mischievously. She climbed on top of him and sat across his hips. Farengar gulped at the feeling of slick warmth pressing into his groin. Olria rubbed herself against him for a moment, making the man squeeze his eyes shut, fingers gripping her waist.
Olria lifted her hips, and then reached down to take a hold of him. When Farengar realized her intent, he almost jerked away like a little girl with a spider crawling up her leg. “What are you doing!” Farengar said, shocked. His fingers dug into her hips, not letting her body touch his.
The woman grinned. She leaned down and whispered next to his ear, “I brought some Child’s Bane with us on our journey. We didn’t use it. It’s still in my pack.”
Farengar snorted, and then laughed. “Of course. Now you tell me.” Olria giggled. She leaned back against him, causing Farengar to groan. “Well,” he said, somewhat breathlessly, “If you would be so kind...?”
Re: “The Spring Wind That Blew Through Dragonsreach” F!OC/Farengar Secret-Fire, 6g/?
Date: 2013-10-16 12:06 pm (UTC)It reminds me of something Stephen King wrote in his book On Writing. I have a terrible memory, so don't quote me on this, but he said something along the lines of keeping a story simple, so that it flows, and to express what the characters are doing by actions instead of just telling the reader, this happened, that happened, etc. You're doing all those things and more!