[ His tease is met with a laugh, although the sound is certainly strained by the pleasure in her voice. Still, she hangs up when he does and sits up to try and reduce some of the pressure on her body. Blessedly, the pulsing stops in the moments that follow, and she's able to stand up, able to smooth out the wrinkles and creases she's worked into the lingerie she's wearing, able to move around her quarters to tidy up a little, able even to throw on a robe so that she can show her face around the Fleuve Cendre and ask some of her people to have food and drinks brought to her door later in the evening.
She's only just made it back when the toy pulses back on; the seat she takes on her bed is much heavier than she intends as she bites back a soft, stunned moan. The sound has barely made it from her mouth when the vibration stops— and then starts again—
(The word she utters under her breath is one that has no place being on a lady's lips.)
—and after a few repeats of that comes the knock on her door, Navia pulling it open as she stands on legs that are trembling all over again, the robe still wrapped demurely around her body so that any nosy onlookers aren't greeted with the sight of the Spina di Rosula boss greeting their guest in naught but her underwear. ]
Your Grace, it's a pleasure to see you in person.
[ Her tone is surprisingly even as she steps aside to usher him in. ]
( A couple of familiar gazes take notice of him making his way to her home. He has escorted a few people out of here under less desirable circumstances. Although it wouldn't be unusual for him to end up meeting with Navia, either. He shoves the remote in his pocket, adjusts his tie and cuffs while impatiently awaiting her on the other side. )
Navia, fancy seeing you.
( Her fragrance is like an immediate punch the moment he enters and the door locks behind them. Everything is tidy and cozy, and her robe is about as ravishing as it would be through a screen. He'll behave for now, he'll let her get in a few words.
He's a good dog, after all. Edged to the bitter ends of the stars just to land in the arms of her mercy. That is, until he isn't. He shrugs off the heavy jacket and tosses it somewhere on a chair, grabbing her close until they're mouth to mouth and against one of her walls. Her lips taste delightful, warm and rosy. He bites down on it and tugs, finding his fingers around the robe so he can untie it. )
[ She chuckles at the words he chooses, as if it's a surprise to see her here; before she can even make a smart comment, though, she finds him bearing down on her, her back against the wall. His scent is one she's missed, the full richness of tea muddled with musk and metal and ocean water, and she smiles into the first press of his lips. Her arms wind around his broad shoulders, fingers tangling in his hair to draw him close, answering his kiss as his fingers seek the ties of her robe. ]
Mm, we might have to agree to disagree, [ she purrs, shifting against him and coiling one leg around the back of one of his, giving her the space and leverage to grind her hips up against his, hissing under her breath at the way each movement makes the toy shift inside her like a reminder of what's to come. ] Lest we spend the whole day arguing about it.
[ Not that an argument wouldn't be fun in its own way, of course, with the way that Wriothesley sets her alight, iced blue eyes that make her want to melt to him and turn even the most passionate of disagreements into kisses and touches. ]
( It's impossible to avoid the saline air inside the Fortress, embedded in rust down to every fiber of clothing. He easily melts to her touch just like it, eager to seep under her skin and into her. His nerves are roused while her fingers rake through his hair. If this is what it means to argue then he'll sit and be her personal contrarian. Tangling limbs and exchanging words into their mouths, leaving all their sinful wishes to speak for themselves.
He'll still wring her patience one way or another for his amusement, slowly rolling off the robe from her shoulders so it ribbons down below their feet. )
Really? Let's see, we might figure this out with a little something I received earlier.
( He holds onto the thickness of her thigh around him while he fishes for the remote in his other pocket, flicking it on to a low setting. A pleasing, soft buzz resonates against his clothed groin pressed to hers. He starts buckling his pants while raking teeth down her neck, kissing and sucking. The fact she's been keeping the toy inside her all this time sends a shock down his spine. Only she has the true power of coaxing him out of his Fortress like this, and now he's getting miserably hard again. )
[ The robe slides off her shoulders and pools at their feet, and Navia idly twines it in her foot to kick it aside so they're not caught up in it later, although most of her attention is on the words he's murmuring into her lips between kisses, between the slow rocks of her hips into his; with eyebrows arching she breaks their kiss for a moment, sapphire eyes widening as a soft, urgent protest seizes her tongue: ]
Wriothesley don't you dare—
[ Her sentence is shattered by a low moan as the toy buzzes back to life, and Navia's head tilts back against the wall, allowing him the room to kiss his way down her neck as her hips arch again in mindless instinct, fingers tightening in his hair. For this moment at least, he has her on the ropes; it's all she can do to roll her hips into his body, moaning lowly at the burgeoning hardness she can feel as he unbuckles his pants.
( How does he not dare use his birthday gift? Just a few shifts to the side and their shadows might spell a show to anyone walking past her sweet adobe. He grinds their clothed parts hotly, marking her neck with a blast of bites and kisses. He likes putting her in impossible situations, especially when she also has fault in them. She longed for this and now she’s complaining? Cute. )
Or else?
( He rolls down his pants over the curve of his cock to free it from the constraints, then starts working off his vest and shrugging it off his shoulders with some work and violence behind it. Every vein trailing up to his happy trail is swelled along with him, throbbing for attention.
Lace looks good on her, he’ll figure out how to fuck her without it coming completely off. And he begins by sliding the fabric to the side using two fingers, purposefully grazing over her clit. )
[ He seeks a threat from her, but Navia's only answer is to laugh, a sweet sound marked more with pleasure than it is amusement. She could respond, could find something to say to admonish, to tease, but the toy is already thrumming inside her, an aching pleasure matched only by the promise of his cock throbbing between them, flushed and swollen with his pleasure. It would be so easy to just push the flimsy lace of her lingerie aside—
(something he's already doing, leaving her to gasp and moan on an arch of her hips as his thumb grazes deliberately over her clit)
—to crawl up over his front and just seat herself on him, let him take her against the wall where even the slightest of movements in the wrong direction might splay their shadows for all to see. Even now, he's warning her, telling her the neighbors will hear, and Navia answers by taking him into her hand, a slow stroke from base all the way to tip, fingers smearing across the pre and smudging it back into his skin on the downstroke that follows. She laughs, and her free hand grips at his jaw, drawing him up so that she might kiss him again, a playful— hungry— nudge of her mouth against his. ]
And if they do? [ Her voice is breathy with the same need that has her hips rolling in search of further touch from him, that has her fingers finding a slow rhythm over him, matching each stroke for a pulse of the toy inside her. ] I am a grown woman, Your Grace; no one should have any objections to me taking my pleasure as I see fit.
( This will be a curse in his heart. It has been ever since he first began pursuing her against all basic logic. Despite the spark burning between them, part of him is still safely distant. He enjoys the taste of her neck and mouth while their raw skin grinds after the buzz and heat. His lips stretch to a smile while she bites down and tugs. She’d be wrong to think only one can play this game. )
I was hoping you’d say that.
( His pants ease lower past the mound of his balls so he can align himself against her wetness. A jolt of pleasure crawls down through his core when she takes his girth and strokes down, tip raw and exposed — glistening with their combined fluids. This is exactly how he’ll have her— crucified to her living room walls for the world to hear moans. A breath halts on the back of his throat, and he lowers the top hem of her lace to free her breasts from it. God. They’re truly ravishing as the frame of the bodice pushes up against them, begging to cover them from exposure. Every pore burns with prickly heat so soon his shirt is also shrugged off. Every scar on his body presented just for her eyes alone. Maybe she will leave her mark on him permanently as well.
His cock slides up to lather her, darkening the fabric of the lace that has been wedged to the side. He made the right choice tonight and she always dresses to impress. He arches down to lap the expanse of his tongue over her nipple, sucking and kissing his way up her neck again. Blue eyes rolled up to meet hers full, craving everything about her. His thumb rolls over her sleek clit, pushing down her hood sinuously— he feels for the toy vibrating inside her, eager to replace it with himself. )
[ It's not the first time Navia has seen Wriothesley without a shirt— doubtlessly it won't be the last, either. As her fingers continue to work, delicate and teasing, over the hard swell of his arousal, her free hand lifts to his chest, mapping his scars the way she has other times before, tracing them from memory alone, a gentle acknowledgement in the midst of their passion of the things he's experienced, the stories he's lived.
Her breasts rise with a shaky gasp as they're freed, and again when his tongue laps rough over a nipple; Navia's rounded nails press momentarily into his chest, biting crescents into the skin, and the hand at his cock forms a proper circle around him, strokes slow and firm to answer his teasing ministrations. ]
Right now, Your Grace, I think I would say anything you wanted me to, if it means you continue what you're doing.
[ The admission emerges on a breathless chuckle, although the sound breaks into a moan in the next moment as his eyes meet hers, his thumb rolling over her clit and pressing, a pressure against the thrumming bliss of the toy, causing it to shift and her hips to stutter against him. ]
Oh, fuck.
[ The curse is uttered throatily into his dark hair, and the hand cupped around him draws him nearer to rub against her again, the pulsing slickness of his tip against the aching heat of her slit; her position doesn't allow her to easily remove the toy, but surely she can tempt him into doing that for the both of them as she rolls her wet against his. ]
( He grinds briskly against her palm, seeking her warmth and grip. She's familiar enough with his body at this stage. So when she rubs her fingers down certain parts, he feels a burn of cold pleasure shocks him through the core. His cock twitches for her and his mouth also lets her know true appreciation. Both hands now tend to her chest, she's just the perfect size for him to cup her entirely and still leave room for the flesh to mound between his fingers. He pushes down the fabric further, breathing hot on her neck before biting just below her earring. Her perfume hits every part of his brain. )
And I'd say something, but you make it really hard to think sometimes.
( Just how she likes him to be, no? Her personal tamed Wriothesley, fresh out of the Fortress on his birthday. He already had forgotten the whole purpose of tonight's arrangement. Now they both get to win.
He gets the cue from her pressing against him, the toy still vibrates in a way he feels it, too. He can taste it, even. Don't ask him how. Lift your leg, he whispers between kisses on the shell of her ear. So far he has been letting her play with his cock, but now he helps her align himself, tapping her clit with his bulbous head before rubbing up against it for the two to kiss. It's getting sloppy which means it's good. He sighs while glancing down at her and what's left of her bodice dressing her skin. She looks this way, unwrapped as if she's the actual birthday gift. But no, she's more than just that. His finger traces the fabric down her folds, prying at her gash. With his cock in the way, he can't see, but that's fine. Blue eyes flicker towards her while he pushes in a finger, rolling around the buzzing toy before pushing on it to slide out.
The entryway table will need some deep cleaning after this because he puts the toy thereafter he turns it off. Now he can't really fuck Navia without fucking with her first, can he? )
How many times did you cum before I arrived? Be honest.
[ Navia rolls her hips into his again, another chuckle— the sound breathless and moaned as his fingers cup and squeeze at her breasts, as his mouth breathes hot and bites into the skin of her neck. So easily he distracts her, her rough-around-the-edges wolf— and maybe he thinks that she likes him domesticated and broken in, but in her mind it's better this way. A tamed man is not the one she invited into her bed.
Although under certain circumstances, even the most headstrong can be tamed; at his bidding, she lifts her leg, and the nudge of his cockhead against her clit is met with another moan, a sound echoed in the next moment when a finger dips into her, teasing alongside the toy for a moment before it's finally, finally removed.
Archons, she can breathe again. The torment of the last few hours is over, and—
She blinks. Of all the unrepetant— ]
Mm.
[ She has a feeling she's going to regret this answer, but it is his birthday, and he did ask for honesty, so... Navia chuckles, skimming the fingers of one hand up and over his chest as the other strokes and rubs over his balls, biting her lip at the heaviness she finds under her touch. He's been pent up, waiting— perhaps she should feel a little more remorseful. ]
Once. [ It's an honest answer, just as he requested. ] You asked me to wait until you got here, and I tried, but... mm, when you got nearer, and started flicking it on and off, on and off... it was just a little too much for me. [ A soft kiss against the corner of his lips, another roll of her hips against his even as her hand trails once more up his cock. ] Will you forgive me?
( He can see the guilt seconds away, her tale-tale blinks are all he needs. It's honestly expected considering the amount of sensory overload her cunt received over this whole time, so he's not bothered. He smiles against her lips, turning his head so she's no longer just kissing the corners but so they fully graze as they speak. )
Tsk.
( Her truth only puts a smile on his face, every nerve burning with her hand caressing upwards against his sack and towards his underside. He pushes their bodies and takes her smaller wrist captive, aligning his cockhead between wet lips. The raw skins slide against one another purposely, fully intent on drawing out her pleasure even if he's just about to combust. His eyes close briefly when he pushes the head into her core, so unbearably hot and precise. The surge of pleasure has his mind momentarily empty, and he squeezes her wrist enough to leave his mark. )
[ She makes a soft sound as her wrist is captured in his grip, breath catching and hips arching, a low groan against his mouth as he presses into her, hot and hard and everything she's needed since she first teased herself earlier today with the push of that toy into her aching cunt.
(And it's a sound just a little too loud for these four walls, no doubt hinting echoes to the outside that other inhabitants of the Fleuve Cendre may start to catch.)
From his smile, she knows he's not really annoyed— and honestly, she'd be confused if he were— but the squeeze of his fingers and the murmur of words is enough to send a thrill down her spine. ]
Tell me— [ It's gasped between stolen kisses, between presses of her teeth into his lower lip and soothing laps of her tongue, even as her one free hand slides down between them to curl at his hip, to hold him close as his raw skin joins hers with the most enjoyable sort of finality. ] —If you won't forgive me, what will happen?
( They're fortunate this foundation is concrete and stone because every relentless thrust rocks her body miserably against it. Her pussy stretches beautifully around him, tight and taking him the two were designed to barely fit. He gasps against her lips, cupping one side of her ass with his whole hand and tilting his body to fuck her at an angle. Surely, the walls might be strong enough to hold but not to block out their filthy noises. Hopefully, the live music outside drowns most of it, save for a few curious ears catching the ends of her moans.
Whenever she bites down on his lip, he pulls her wrist higher and pins her to the wall. Then his tongue rolls around hers, breathing sharp through his nostrils while slamming into her cunt. Her honeyed juices drip down between her legs and down his balls, so they slap hard and loud each time. )
[ The hand not pinned to the wall reaches, practically clings to Wriothesley as his thrusts rock her forcefully into the wall, each movement filling the air with the slap of skin on skin, the wet sound of his cock fucking deep into the heat of her cunt, the sound of his gasps and her moans as he shifts her body to fuck her at a better angle for them both. Navia's eyes roll back in their sockets, teeth scraping against the tongue that rolls into her mouth.
When she breaks the kiss, it's to press her lips to his jaw, his cheek, his ear, tongue laving over the shell before she breathes her desire for him to hear, her breath short and shaky and edged with wanton moans. The anticipation is the sweetest kind of murder, only adding to the sensation of each powerful thrust he makes into her body. ]
Mm, I'm looking forward to it. [ A soft chuckle. ] Is that wrong of me?
( This is how gods carve their beauty on stone, thrashing bodies against walls while his cock stretches her cunt to his shape. The stranglehold around his girth is unbelievable when it’s her, heat unlike any other.
He digs short nails around her ass cheek, keeping her leg propped up like a casual fuck. His balls get drenched with her juices, every thrust is full of her when he plunges back in without rest. She’s in for a treat when he internally combusts, waiting to empty everything on a single load. After learning about the nature of their existence, it shouldn’t be that risky, right? Yet somehow, the thought only makes slam into her harder. This is how he’ll rearrange her guts, feeling her uterus hard against his cock, punching it like a madman. Navia— He moans into her mouth, gasping as whiteness begins to cloud every one of his senses just as her existence monopolizes his thoughts. )
[ Risky. He's not the only one thinking on that fact as his cock hammers home, fucking hard into her in a way that makes her feel as if she's made for him, shaped for him and him alone. And yet, like him, she finds that the risk only adds to the hunger, to the adrenaline pulsing through her veins. It's irresponsible, now that things have changed for their people, and yet— ]
Cum inside me, Wriothesley. Fill me up—
[ He fucks her now like a whore, held against the wall and propped up for his pleasure— and hers, the angle allowing him to fuck so deep that she sees stars, hitting all the right spots as Navia's nails dig into his skin. She's aching for it, gasping out breathless moan after breathless moan, and she smothers the hungriest of them between a kiss as her orgasm hits, jackknifing her body into his thrusts as her walls clench around him like a vise. ]
( None of it matters, not the risk they put themselves into [he’d be responsible anyway ] or the sounds making it past the walls. Wriothesley’s hips bucks relentless into her in sync with the beginning of beautiful spams. He can’t help a sharp gasp the moment her pussy squeezes him beyond comprehension.
And every thrust is followed with a sweet, airy moan of his. Kissing her neck until he, too, gives into the bliss.
For it, his thrusts halt as his cock delves deep inside her. Pulsing, swelling, as the heated rush and all his pent up cum fills her hotly. He doesn’t dare move, ensuring her pussy takes in every drop.
Forehead to forehead and he’s gasping, sweating, and holding her tight while her cunt keeps him in a tight clutch. )
[ There's an urge to rock her cunt into him when he halts on his final thrust, but Navia stills too, hips flush with his as she breathes through the sensation of his spend filling her.
Her fingers lift to either side of his face, cupping his cheeks as her forehead rests against his, hot breaths panting over his lips. "Fuck" is right, she thinks to herself dazedly as he mutters it, a wild, lazy smile on her lips; slow and deliberate, she squeezes her cunt around him, eager to milk the last of his seed.
(The last for now, anyway. If he thinks she's going to let him return to the Fortress after fucking her silly just the once, he's got another thing coming to him.)
Humming, Navia nips at his lower lip. ]
Shall I call for some tea and snacks, Your Grace? You'll need to regain your stamina somehow—
[ She laughs lowly; no doubt he understands very well what she means. ]
( Give him a minute to shuffle his braincells back into place! His cock is still pulsing inside her, hotter and wetter and fuller. Each breath is calculated as their eyes meet— her lashes are bold as she is, and like the sands of their land, her skin ever so kissed by the sun.
He closes his eyes momentarily, leaning back and letting her leg down. He pulls out slowly— feeding on that everlasting heat. His eyes flicker from his cockhead to her eyes, to his cock again. He uses his hand to push it over her clit, smearing his cum. )
Put me on a leash why don’t you.
( long paused and he guides her away from the wall with an easy grab of her ass. )
[ Navia chuckles softly at the way he repeats her words; it's obvious his brain isn't exactly back in order just yet. Truth be told, neither is hers; all she can think about is him and having more of him even as her walls flutter around his exiting cock, heart pounding in her chest as her leg finds a shaky hold on the floor.
She gasps, although the sound is more a groan than anything else, as he rubs his cockhead against her sensitive clit; fingers curl into his hair as he guides her away from the wall, and she chuckles into his jaw. ]
Don't tempt me, Wriothesley. [ She drawls it into the skin, a playful quirk pulling at the corners of her lips. ] You would look quite fetching in a collar.
[ Despite her words, though, she lets him lead her, placing her wherever he wants. If he wants to indulge in a "snack", she is hardly going to deny him now. ]
Maybe I’ll wear yours, but what do I get in return?
( He likes having his hand over her entire ass as they make it to her room. So vibrant and luxurious in comparison to his office, quaint and warm. His cock is still slightly swollen from it all, pulsing with distant, aching aftershocks of his orgasm.
He kisses the curve of her neck down, biting while he starts to undo the backside of her bodice to take it off entirely. )
[ There are no complaints on Navia's part as they move to her room, his hand cupped around her ass with each and every step. His comment makes her chuckle, reaching an idle hand to the side of his neck as her fingers dance over his skin. ]
For rewarding me with the opportunity to see you dolled up in black lace and sapphires? You'd only deserve the best of rewards for that~
[ She's still laughing softly as he works on her bodice, teeth sinking into into her neck and making her shudder and sigh in pleasure. ]
Mm... a shower and then tea? I will do you one better, Monsieur— what about a bath and tea?
Then I’ll consider it, if it fits me. I wouldn’t want to see sapphires all over the floor.
( He rolls down the fabric from her flesh— tacky with friction due her sweat. Coaxing fingers trailing across his neck invites him to keep on kissing his way up to her ear. He shoves her heavy tresses over her shoulder to kiss her spine, rolling down her bodice entirely.
Fingers find their way between her ass, spreading gently and casual over her fucked hole. )
Bath and tea—? You might regret spoiling me so much, but I can’t say no to that.
[ Part of Navia would like very much to keep entertaining the thoughts of him in her collar, but admittedly she's quite easily distracted by the way his lips continue their path up her neck and to her ear as he strips her of her sweat-stained clothing.
He knows exactly the right things to say and do, fingers spreading over her cunt in a way that makes it flutter and pulse, makes her sigh a soft song of a moan into the air as her head tilts toward him, pupils wide with renewed pleasure. ]
Hah— mn, Your Grace, your lips and your fingers say two very different things. Are you getting the tea, or are you teasing me with those sinful fingers of yours?
[ Not that she is particularly opposed to either option, really, when both will result in the same thing given enough time. ]
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She's only just made it back when the toy pulses back on; the seat she takes on her bed is much heavier than she intends as she bites back a soft, stunned moan. The sound has barely made it from her mouth when the vibration stops— and then starts again—
(The word she utters under her breath is one that has no place being on a lady's lips.)
—and after a few repeats of that comes the knock on her door, Navia pulling it open as she stands on legs that are trembling all over again, the robe still wrapped demurely around her body so that any nosy onlookers aren't greeted with the sight of the Spina di Rosula boss greeting their guest in naught but her underwear. ]
Your Grace, it's a pleasure to see you in person.
[ Her tone is surprisingly even as she steps aside to usher him in. ]
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Navia, fancy seeing you.
( Her fragrance is like an immediate punch the moment he enters and the door locks behind them. Everything is tidy and cozy, and her robe is about as ravishing as it would be through a screen. He'll behave for now, he'll let her get in a few words.
He's a good dog, after all. Edged to the bitter ends of the stars just to land in the arms of her mercy. That is, until he isn't. He shrugs off the heavy jacket and tosses it somewhere on a chair, grabbing her close until they're mouth to mouth and against one of her walls. Her lips taste delightful, warm and rosy. He bites down on it and tugs, finding his fingers around the robe so he can untie it. )
The pleasure is mine, though.
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Mm, we might have to agree to disagree, [ she purrs, shifting against him and coiling one leg around the back of one of his, giving her the space and leverage to grind her hips up against his, hissing under her breath at the way each movement makes the toy shift inside her like a reminder of what's to come. ] Lest we spend the whole day arguing about it.
[ Not that an argument wouldn't be fun in its own way, of course, with the way that Wriothesley sets her alight, iced blue eyes that make her want to melt to him and turn even the most passionate of disagreements into kisses and touches. ]
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He'll still wring her patience one way or another for his amusement, slowly rolling off the robe from her shoulders so it ribbons down below their feet. )
Really? Let's see, we might figure this out with a little something I received earlier.
( He holds onto the thickness of her thigh around him while he fishes for the remote in his other pocket, flicking it on to a low setting. A pleasing, soft buzz resonates against his clothed groin pressed to hers. He starts buckling his pants while raking teeth down her neck, kissing and sucking. The fact she's been keeping the toy inside her all this time sends a shock down his spine. Only she has the true power of coaxing him out of his Fortress like this, and now he's getting miserably hard again. )
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Wriothesley don't you dare—
[ Her sentence is shattered by a low moan as the toy buzzes back to life, and Navia's head tilts back against the wall, allowing him the room to kiss his way down her neck as her hips arch again in mindless instinct, fingers tightening in his hair. For this moment at least, he has her on the ropes; it's all she can do to roll her hips into his body, moaning lowly at the burgeoning hardness she can feel as he unbuckles his pants.
Ah, but she's been waiting for this. ]
You— monsieur, you are incorrigible—
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( How does he not dare use his birthday gift? Just a few shifts to the side and their shadows might spell a show to anyone walking past her sweet adobe. He grinds their clothed parts hotly, marking her neck with a blast of bites and kisses. He likes putting her in impossible situations, especially when she also has fault in them. She longed for this and now she’s complaining? Cute. )
Or else?
( He rolls down his pants over the curve of his cock to free it from the constraints, then starts working off his vest and shrugging it off his shoulders with some work and violence behind it. Every vein trailing up to his happy trail is swelled along with him, throbbing for attention.
Lace looks good on her, he’ll figure out how to fuck her without it coming completely off. And he begins by sliding the fabric to the side using two fingers, purposefully grazing over her clit. )
Navia, neighbors will hear you.
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(something he's already doing, leaving her to gasp and moan on an arch of her hips as his thumb grazes deliberately over her clit)
—to crawl up over his front and just seat herself on him, let him take her against the wall where even the slightest of movements in the wrong direction might splay their shadows for all to see. Even now, he's warning her, telling her the neighbors will hear, and Navia answers by taking him into her hand, a slow stroke from base all the way to tip, fingers smearing across the pre and smudging it back into his skin on the downstroke that follows. She laughs, and her free hand grips at his jaw, drawing him up so that she might kiss him again, a playful— hungry— nudge of her mouth against his. ]
And if they do? [ Her voice is breathy with the same need that has her hips rolling in search of further touch from him, that has her fingers finding a slow rhythm over him, matching each stroke for a pulse of the toy inside her. ] I am a grown woman, Your Grace; no one should have any objections to me taking my pleasure as I see fit.
[ She smiles, teeth tugging at his lower lip. ]
So let them hear.
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( This will be a curse in his heart. It has been ever since he first began pursuing her against all basic logic. Despite the spark burning between them, part of him is still safely distant. He enjoys the taste of her neck and mouth while their raw skin grinds after the buzz and heat. His lips stretch to a smile while she bites down and tugs. She’d be wrong to think only one can play this game. )
I was hoping you’d say that.
( His pants ease lower past the mound of his balls so he can align himself against her wetness. A jolt of pleasure crawls down through his core when she takes his girth and strokes down, tip raw and exposed — glistening with their combined fluids. This is exactly how he’ll have her— crucified to her living room walls for the world to hear moans. A breath halts on the back of his throat, and he lowers the top hem of her lace to free her breasts from it. God. They’re truly ravishing as the frame of the bodice pushes up against them, begging to cover them from exposure. Every pore burns with prickly heat so soon his shirt is also shrugged off. Every scar on his body presented just for her eyes alone. Maybe she will leave her mark on him permanently as well.
His cock slides up to lather her, darkening the fabric of the lace that has been wedged to the side. He made the right choice tonight and she always dresses to impress. He arches down to lap the expanse of his tongue over her nipple, sucking and kissing his way up her neck again. Blue eyes rolled up to meet hers full, craving everything about her. His thumb rolls over her sleek clit, pushing down her hood sinuously— he feels for the toy vibrating inside her, eager to replace it with himself. )
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Her breasts rise with a shaky gasp as they're freed, and again when his tongue laps rough over a nipple; Navia's rounded nails press momentarily into his chest, biting crescents into the skin, and the hand at his cock forms a proper circle around him, strokes slow and firm to answer his teasing ministrations. ]
Right now, Your Grace, I think I would say anything you wanted me to, if it means you continue what you're doing.
[ The admission emerges on a breathless chuckle, although the sound breaks into a moan in the next moment as his eyes meet hers, his thumb rolling over her clit and pressing, a pressure against the thrumming bliss of the toy, causing it to shift and her hips to stutter against him. ]
Oh, fuck.
[ The curse is uttered throatily into his dark hair, and the hand cupped around him draws him nearer to rub against her again, the pulsing slickness of his tip against the aching heat of her slit; her position doesn't allow her to easily remove the toy, but surely she can tempt him into doing that for the both of them as she rolls her wet against his. ]
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And I'd say something, but you make it really hard to think sometimes.
( Just how she likes him to be, no? Her personal tamed Wriothesley, fresh out of the Fortress on his birthday. He already had forgotten the whole purpose of tonight's arrangement. Now they both get to win.
He gets the cue from her pressing against him, the toy still vibrates in a way he feels it, too. He can taste it, even. Don't ask him how. Lift your leg, he whispers between kisses on the shell of her ear. So far he has been letting her play with his cock, but now he helps her align himself, tapping her clit with his bulbous head before rubbing up against it for the two to kiss. It's getting sloppy which means it's good. He sighs while glancing down at her and what's left of her bodice dressing her skin. She looks this way, unwrapped as if she's the actual birthday gift. But no, she's more than just that. His finger traces the fabric down her folds, prying at her gash. With his cock in the way, he can't see, but that's fine. Blue eyes flicker towards her while he pushes in a finger, rolling around the buzzing toy before pushing on it to slide out.
The entryway table will need some deep cleaning after this because he puts the toy thereafter he turns it off. Now he can't really fuck Navia without fucking with her first, can he? )
How many times did you cum before I arrived? Be honest.
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[ Navia rolls her hips into his again, another chuckle— the sound breathless and moaned as his fingers cup and squeeze at her breasts, as his mouth breathes hot and bites into the skin of her neck. So easily he distracts her, her rough-around-the-edges wolf— and maybe he thinks that she likes him domesticated and broken in, but in her mind it's better this way. A tamed man is not the one she invited into her bed.
Although under certain circumstances, even the most headstrong can be tamed; at his bidding, she lifts her leg, and the nudge of his cockhead against her clit is met with another moan, a sound echoed in the next moment when a finger dips into her, teasing alongside the toy for a moment before it's finally, finally removed.
Archons, she can breathe again. The torment of the last few hours is over, and—
She blinks. Of all the unrepetant— ]
Mm.
[ She has a feeling she's going to regret this answer, but it is his birthday, and he did ask for honesty, so... Navia chuckles, skimming the fingers of one hand up and over his chest as the other strokes and rubs over his balls, biting her lip at the heaviness she finds under her touch. He's been pent up, waiting— perhaps she should feel a little more remorseful. ]
Once. [ It's an honest answer, just as he requested. ] You asked me to wait until you got here, and I tried, but... mm, when you got nearer, and started flicking it on and off, on and off... it was just a little too much for me. [ A soft kiss against the corner of his lips, another roll of her hips against his even as her hand trails once more up his cock. ] Will you forgive me?
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Tsk.
( Her truth only puts a smile on his face, every nerve burning with her hand caressing upwards against his sack and towards his underside. He pushes their bodies and takes her smaller wrist captive, aligning his cockhead between wet lips. The raw skins slide against one another purposely, fully intent on drawing out her pleasure even if he's just about to combust. His eyes close briefly when he pushes the head into her core, so unbearably hot and precise. The surge of pleasure has his mind momentarily empty, and he squeezes her wrist enough to leave his mark. )
We'll see, I haven't decided yet...
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(And it's a sound just a little too loud for these four walls, no doubt hinting echoes to the outside that other inhabitants of the Fleuve Cendre may start to catch.)
From his smile, she knows he's not really annoyed— and honestly, she'd be confused if he were— but the squeeze of his fingers and the murmur of words is enough to send a thrill down her spine. ]
Tell me— [ It's gasped between stolen kisses, between presses of her teeth into his lower lip and soothing laps of her tongue, even as her one free hand slides down between them to curl at his hip, to hold him close as his raw skin joins hers with the most enjoyable sort of finality. ] —If you won't forgive me, what will happen?
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Whenever she bites down on his lip, he pulls her wrist higher and pins her to the wall. Then his tongue rolls around hers, breathing sharp through his nostrils while slamming into her cunt. Her honeyed juices drip down between her legs and down his balls, so they slap hard and loud each time. )
You'll find out.
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When she breaks the kiss, it's to press her lips to his jaw, his cheek, his ear, tongue laving over the shell before she breathes her desire for him to hear, her breath short and shaky and edged with wanton moans. The anticipation is the sweetest kind of murder, only adding to the sensation of each powerful thrust he makes into her body. ]
Mm, I'm looking forward to it. [ A soft chuckle. ] Is that wrong of me?
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He digs short nails around her ass cheek, keeping her leg propped up like a casual fuck. His balls get drenched with her juices, every thrust is full of her when he plunges back in without rest. She’s in for a treat when he internally combusts, waiting to empty everything on a single load. After learning about the nature of their existence, it shouldn’t be that risky, right? Yet somehow, the thought only makes slam into her harder. This is how he’ll rearrange her guts, feeling her uterus hard against his cock, punching it like a madman. Navia— He moans into her mouth, gasping as whiteness begins to cloud every one of his senses just as her existence monopolizes his thoughts. )
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Cum inside me, Wriothesley. Fill me up—
[ He fucks her now like a whore, held against the wall and propped up for his pleasure— and hers, the angle allowing him to fuck so deep that she sees stars, hitting all the right spots as Navia's nails dig into his skin. She's aching for it, gasping out breathless moan after breathless moan, and she smothers the hungriest of them between a kiss as her orgasm hits, jackknifing her body into his thrusts as her walls clench around him like a vise. ]
Oh, fuck—
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And every thrust is followed with a sweet, airy moan of his. Kissing her neck until he, too, gives into the bliss.
For it, his thrusts halt as his cock delves deep inside her. Pulsing, swelling, as the heated rush and all his pent up cum fills her hotly. He doesn’t dare move, ensuring her pussy takes in every drop.
Forehead to forehead and he’s gasping, sweating, and holding her tight while her cunt keeps him in a tight clutch. )
Fuck.
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Her fingers lift to either side of his face, cupping his cheeks as her forehead rests against his, hot breaths panting over his lips. "Fuck" is right, she thinks to herself dazedly as he mutters it, a wild, lazy smile on her lips; slow and deliberate, she squeezes her cunt around him, eager to milk the last of his seed.
(The last for now, anyway. If he thinks she's going to let him return to the Fortress after fucking her silly just the once, he's got another thing coming to him.)
Humming, Navia nips at his lower lip. ]
Shall I call for some tea and snacks, Your Grace? You'll need to regain your stamina somehow—
[ She laughs lowly; no doubt he understands very well what she means. ]
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( Give him a minute to shuffle his braincells back into place! His cock is still pulsing inside her, hotter and wetter and fuller. Each breath is calculated as their eyes meet— her lashes are bold as she is, and like the sands of their land, her skin ever so kissed by the sun.
He closes his eyes momentarily, leaning back and letting her leg down. He pulls out slowly— feeding on that everlasting heat. His eyes flicker from his cockhead to her eyes, to his cock again. He uses his hand to push it over her clit, smearing his cum. )
Put me on a leash why don’t you.
( long paused and he guides her away from the wall with an easy grab of her ass. )
I could use a snack. It’s right here, on my hand.
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She gasps, although the sound is more a groan than anything else, as he rubs his cockhead against her sensitive clit; fingers curl into his hair as he guides her away from the wall, and she chuckles into his jaw. ]
Don't tempt me, Wriothesley. [ She drawls it into the skin, a playful quirk pulling at the corners of her lips. ] You would look quite fetching in a collar.
[ Despite her words, though, she lets him lead her, placing her wherever he wants. If he wants to indulge in a "snack", she is hardly going to deny him now. ]
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( He likes having his hand over her entire ass as they make it to her room. So vibrant and luxurious in comparison to his office, quaint and warm. His cock is still slightly swollen from it all, pulsing with distant, aching aftershocks of his orgasm.
He kisses the curve of her neck down, biting while he starts to undo the backside of her bodice to take it off entirely. )
I’d like to shower before having some tea, first.
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For rewarding me with the opportunity to see you dolled up in black lace and sapphires? You'd only deserve the best of rewards for that~
[ She's still laughing softly as he works on her bodice, teeth sinking into into her neck and making her shudder and sigh in pleasure. ]
Mm... a shower and then tea? I will do you one better, Monsieur— what about a bath and tea?
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I wouldn’t want to see sapphires all over the floor.
( He rolls down the fabric from her flesh— tacky with friction due her sweat. Coaxing fingers trailing across his neck invites him to keep on kissing his way up to her ear. He shoves her heavy tresses over her shoulder to kiss her spine, rolling down her bodice entirely.
Fingers find their way between her ass, spreading gently and casual over her fucked hole. )
Bath and tea—? You might regret spoiling me so much, but I can’t say no to that.
I’ll get the tea.
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He knows exactly the right things to say and do, fingers spreading over her cunt in a way that makes it flutter and pulse, makes her sigh a soft song of a moan into the air as her head tilts toward him, pupils wide with renewed pleasure. ]
Hah— mn, Your Grace, your lips and your fingers say two very different things. Are you getting the tea, or are you teasing me with those sinful fingers of yours?
[ Not that she is particularly opposed to either option, really, when both will result in the same thing given enough time. ]
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