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M!PC/Brelyna Maryon - Something Like Home (8/9)
Date: 2014-03-15 07:21 pm (UTC)Brelyna rocked back and forth, guided by his own rhythm, rewarding him with all kinds of delicious sounds. He was almost painfully hard, watching her almost come apart with bliss, but he had never been one to cut a woman’s pleasure short to satisfy his own. It was much more rewarding to give her his undivided attention first. She held him captive with her eyes and the scent of her sex, occasionally running magic hands over his skin or leaning down to kiss him. And when she did come, it was with a high gasp and a little whimper and she eased herself through it, grinding against his fingers at her own pace.
Afterward, she rested with her head on his chest. He tucked her hair behind her ears and ran a magical hand absently up and down her back.
“I’ve always liked your hands,” Brelyna mumbled.
“Really? Why?” Suddenly curious, Calmerion looked at his right hand, front and back. Nothing unusual there. Five fingers, light golden skin, well-groomed fingernails. They were just his hands.
“You’re a Destruction mage,” she said, propping her chin up on her folded arms. “I’d imagine you had all kinds of scars and burns on your hands, like others do. But you don’t. They’re so… graceful. In a strong way. Dangerous. But gentle.” She grinned. “I like the way they feel.”
“Do you really.” And he liked feeling her as well. Her body was just too interesting—too much fun to touch. He could hold out a bit longer while he tried a few other things. “How many times do you usually come?” he asked.
“Once, most of the time. Sometimes twice.”
“Feeling up to it?”
Brelyna’s lips curved up in a way that was impossible not to kiss. “With you? Absolutely.”
She rolled off of him and spread her legs wide, knees slightly bent. He knelt between them and started touching her all over with as many hands as he could project. She put her arms behind her head and smiled up at him with a look that said she knew how hot she was making him.
“I came up with a kind of low-intensity shock spell a while back for this,” Calmerion explained, still rubbing her up and down with all of his magic hands. She stretched and panted under the many-fingered touch, her face flushed a lovely violet, her own magic hands caressing him with increasing want. He held up one real hand and called the spell forth—just a shimmering crackle, no more than a few sparks that branched and formed a twisting, glittering glove. “It’s got a little buzz, but it’s harmless. Do you want me to use it on you?”
She held out a real hand to test it first, twining her fingers with his. “Oh, yes,” she said once she’d gotten a taste, smiling wide. “And you said you don’t experiment.”
“I don’t. I mean, unless they’re fun experiments.”
He stroked her with the spark-traced fingers of his right hand. Her thighs twitched and a throaty sigh let him know he was doing the right thing. He touched lightly, letting his magic do the work, letting her feel just how graceful his hands could be. Dangerous but gentle, she called them. He’d never thought of his hands in that way. It was kind of hot that she thought so, if he was being honest.
After a short while spent indulging the new sensation, she wanted two fingers, and Calmerion was happy to oblige. He pleasured her with both hands veiled in sparks, watching her face, feeling her heat, wanting her more and more with each sound she made. She was magnificent.
Her second orgasm was harder and more desperate than her first. She twisted and squealed, shaking, her toes curling, her body rippling with pure electric pleasure.