song_of_ice | Duplicity Inbox

It's a giant beast, I heard. We'd have to be wild to move it. [But gods, he was willing to try, as many times as it took.

He grinned at the reproach, dipping his head to her breast where he let his tongue slide against her skin. The bitter taste of soap filled his mouth, but he was too far gone to care. Teeth worried at the bruise, lips covered it to suck until the coloring became brighter against her skin. He would bite her again, but for now he would play with what was already there.

She was addicting in so many ways, not simply the fucking but her spirit and drive. Each time he moved in her, it was like returning to a warm hearth after being trapped in a storm. Even at their fiercest, warm arms were enough to drive him into frenzy and the mere tickle of her hair could make him hard.

He wanted to spend his life losing himself in this woman, moving and driving until he could no longer come.]

Or standing in a room with others, I could slip my fingers under your skirts.

Don't think you can be? [ she taunts. ] It is giant.

She makes a noise when he bites her. It's not as sharp as other times, but the effect is still the same: it makes her inner muscles contract around his cock. It sends electricity all along her nerves, settling against her clit. It becomes liquid heat as she quickens her pace to chase after an impending orgasm.

How many fingers would you use? [ Her nails dig into his shoulders, unaware of the eight crescent marks she'll leave behind. She nearly curls around him as she rides him, cheek pressed to his temple. ] I need enough to fill me. I'd rather you lift me on the table and take me in front of them all.

I think we can. [He nuzzled her breast once more.] You bring out that side in me.

[The contraction of her walls threatens to push him over the edge. He's already trembling at the growing pressure in his lower belly, his cock twitching eagerly. The sweet sear of her nails against his skin only adds to the sensation, leaving him gasping as he continued to pump into her, hoping to have her finish before he did.

He bit harder, marking her again. That bruise would never disappear at this rate.]

All of them? [But the image is tantalizing and he's groaning against her skin.] I think it might be too much for Davos.

Just enough fingers to make you wet and then I'd claim you on the table.

[ Another bite. Harder than the last. It's what pushes her over the edge. That sharp pleasure-pain which shoves her up and over it, her orgasm crashing into her with a violence she hasn't felt in some time. She makes another sound, this one strangled. Desperate. Keening as her hips first speed up, and then she slows down to ride out the overwhelming cascade of completion.

Unconsciously, she drags her nails against his shoulders, leaving bright red streaks in her wake. And then she slows even further, until she settles against him, spent. ]

They'd all see your mark.

[Thank the gods she came when she did, he couldn't last much longer, already spilling over by the time her walls enclosed around him. He shuddered, groaning low in his chest, rumbling against the breast he still had in his teeth. His hips thrust up rapidly, spilling more and more water over the side of the tub until it reached the door to the bathroom.

He gripped her hips tightly, digging his fingers into her skin. There would be other bruises on both of them, more than the claim marks, but he was not about to complain. He hissed at the feel of her nails, finally letting go of her breath as he dove up to capture a kiss from her swollen lips.]

They don't need to see the mark to know you're mine.

[ A kiss she deepens, licking into his mouth as he spills his seed into her, filling her with a brief pulse of warmth as he rides out his orgasm. Oh gods, how does everything about him feel so good? Even his fingers digging into her hips heightens this. It makes her want to shove him onto his back in her bed and ride him until neither of them can move. ]

Is that so? [ She leans back enough to eye him. ] What makes you so sure they will?

[She was a conqueror in a way. It seemed no matter how often he spilled into her, she was always eager to take and claim more of him. Not that he was any better, as he always chased her lips for more and more kisses.]

They will look at us together and know.

They should look at us together and know we're unstoppable.

[ Seems a silly thing to argue over claims, despite his ringing somewhat closely to those things of her past. She tries not to let it add a sour note, especially since she's the one who made that comment about being claimed. ]

So now you've had a bath. And you seem to have survived the bubbles.

It's...different than I expected.

[More luxurious than what he was used to. A hot bath was sometimes more than he could ask for. This was almost like dressing in silks and satins, as if he were a southron prince.]

I wish I could say that your bathroom survived it as well.

It's only water.

[ He's still inside her; she wishes to keep it that way for as long as possible. ]

Though the whole point of it is to relax, not shove half the water out of the tub.

[He made no move to pull out of her or get out of the tub. The water was still warm, even as the air cooled the droplets on his torso and arms.]

That was a shared effort.

[He smiled, leaning his head back against the side of the tub.]

Can we stay like this for a bit longer?

Debatable.

[ As much as she doesn't want to shift, she does. Twisting around, settling between his legs, her back against his chest, she sinks a little lower until the water's edge reches mid chest. ]

A little longer.

Duplicity Inbox

no subject

no subject

no subject

no subject

no subject

no subject

no subject

no subject

no subject

no subject

no subject

no subject