He was reduced to mutters, breathy for the tugs at the waist of his remaining clothes.

“ Careful? Why, a man should hope to be famous for other things entire— “ And even that was cut off abruptly, probably for his own fool’s benefit, when she rushed him. Brought on top, his back sinking to the soft furs and sun-bleached linen in a feedle ufh of a huff.

“ I do. “ Just as greedy as she promised to be, he held onto the volume of her thighs like his breath depended on them, fingers spread and dug in like claws. And he watched, still as a pinned insect, as the last of her garments fell away.

There you are, spirit. The cascade of her hair mingled with unabashed nakedness and the grey fire of her eyes in a way beyond tantalizing, beautiful and dangerous as a storm. And over the scape of him she rolled to blot out the light, proving herself truly worthy of the comparison. Was this a game — how did she know?

“ Ha— Take what off, love? “ He asked, swallowing to better feel her grip. “ These— “ Chin inclined to open his throat more to her, a daring quirk about his parted lips.

“ No. “ He breathed out, stroking his hands over to her arse and pulling her closer. More room, just a smidge. Fumbling blind, he reached for what he wouldn’t mind taking off, stilling his shaking fingers into bunches of fabric. Held his breath and bucked up his hips to help his bottoms down, cock bouncing free. He put his hand on it, stilling it against the crack of her arse.

In a strained shudder, he let his head fall back to the mattress. Lined a haughty stare up at her, all heat and hard daring.

How’s that for you, fangs and claws?
 
A sharp thrill coursed through Farren at the sound of such an endearment from his lips. It was such a small thing, a quick thing, perhaps common in the heat of things— but it sprung hot emotion behind her lids and she wanted to hoard his words like gold to a pauper, to sup from them an ichor that would nourish this shriveled part of her, starved that it was for warmth, and bask in that love that she had faith would glow within her like the sun.

That aching bloom behind her ribs made her linger for just a moment longer, before giving one last affectionate squeeze to the swallowing cleft of his throat. Then, with the quiet satisfaction of a thief in the night, she rolled back so she could reach one greedy hand to finally palm the scalding weight of his cock in her palm, biting her lip with a coy huffing laugh at his expression.

"And here I've been trying to convince our fellow Knights that you do in-fact listen." She gave him an experimental squeeze, familiarizing herself with the weight of him, fingers lightly tracing the shape of his slit. A more triumphant smile now, trying to fight her own restless impatience to chase pleasure, but instead indulging to lavish in the sweet agony of denied touch and its finger-dragged seconds.

"But they just don't know how to ask." Farren's voice dropped with mischief as she adjusted her hips, relishing the firm grip of Aarno's hands as they followed her movements. She shifted until his eager length lay flush against the plush of her thighs, nestled just in front of her slick heat. She had both her hands on him now, one hand rolling back his skin, the other trailing along a bulging vein along his shaft, cooing softly at the fascinating flushed grey of his cock, shadows of slate and granite.

Her mouth watered and she let a small string of spit roll from her tongue and drop onto the exposed head of his cock, her thumb rubbing it in until a bud of glistening pre-cum beaded at the top. Her eyes alighted with a smug promise and finally she peeked at him from heavy lids, "So I'm asking you, if this what you want, to be touched? To be touched by me?" She emphasized her question by finally rolling her hips forward and dragging her self against his cock, a humming moan fluttering from her delicate throat, teasing herself as much as him.

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He held in an exhale as she shifted her weight. The air was forced out of him in an agonized huff at the touch he’d wanted from her since what felt like hours, his hands grabbing on tighter to her parted thighs. She was speaking and he struggled to keep focus against the want of letting his eyes drift shut, mouth lightly ajar with halves of breaths as he stared up at her.

And that wicked look she wore the whole time she worked him. Rubbing pinpricks into his cock that felt hotter, twitching with his pulse and the little movements he made beneath her. The weak writhe of a worm that couldn’t decide what it wanted, pressing against and pulling away in turns. The mattress kept on creaking.

He didn’t respond right away, couldn’t, the heat and weight of her cunt on his cock loosing a moan out of him. His hips bucked, wanting more.

“ Who else. “ He breathed out, eyes burning just as his body did. “ Did you not taste yearning on my lips when you claimed them? “ His tone, though low, accused as a scorned lover would.

“ Do you not feel how parched— “ He pulled on her thighs to move her back and forth again on his length, rubbing slick against slick, slow and deliberate. Ravishing every second, eyes half lidded. “ Every fiber of this flesh. For your attentions. “

By the soft of her he levered himself up to a seat, hands trailing up along her thighs and the tender curve of her body. Caressing with just the fingertips.

“ What I want— “ He brought her closer by the small of her back, hips tilting to press their nethers together. His drooling cock trapped betwixt them and harder for it. “ Is for you to kiss me and call me a liar. “

It wasn’t really a demand. But his face was working overtime to stay grave, against all the desire in his blood that wanted nothing more than to touch and work against hers.

“ And then fuck me senseless. “ He considered the shape of her mouth, speaking against it. “ And then do it again. “

And again. And again. A flutter was in the pit of his stomach for how much he meant it, how much he wanted. Still, it wasn’t to be taken, but asked for.

“ Please. “
 
"Please...?" Came her mirrored whisper. And oh, what cruel and delicious things that did to her.

How to describe feeling when Farren was nothing but a being overwhelmed by it. Every place touched felt treasured, every kiss too much and yet she was starving for the next—possessed as she was by the gravity of his skin and the weight of his gaze.

She wondered briefly if she looked as feral as she felt—pupils blown wide by want, jaw flexing with teeth that felt too sharp, and hands that couldn't touch enough of him. A witch of the wood. A creature born to dance with the seasons, and know only the desire to eat, chase, and fuck whatever she pleased.

The low words from Aarno's mouth did nothing but croon to that dark creature, preening at the power he kept giving back to her, and Farren was lost to its lecherous compulsion. Grabbing the sides of his jaw with reverent possession, a mess of whispered encouragement tumbled from her lips, slating her tongue to tangle with his, images of hot flesh twining in every position she could imagine kept her next demand from being anything less than her own plea to quench the scalding edges of her composure. The facade of control falling away now that she was getting what she so desperately wanted.

"Yes, yes. Good boy. Now. Do it now. Fuck me now."

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The words were everything he should’ve wanted. And yet, they rattled sobriety into the mix, made his heart skip with something that wasn’t just desire and the things that burned hot and immediate. He hadn’t expected for the things he said to end them here, turning of tables, a pitch that he wasn’t sure what to do with. Beyond what she told him to.

He wanted to obey, ask nothing and give everything, but the learned instinct to do otherwise just about overruled how hard his cock was. Despite himself he ground it against her in a sluggish thrust, shuddering as the swell of her cunt caressed it just right. But she didn’t want such safe things, did she?

“ I want to make bad decisions with you. “ The sort belongst to people half my age. The whisper left him hot, torn at the edges. He adjusted his posture, urging their bodies apart enough for him to slip his hand on his cock and rub the head against the hot hunger betwixt her legs. His breath caught in his throat, left in a huff of pleasure that he buried into her mouth.

“ But what if something comes of it? “

The game was now officially over, wasn’t it. The pretense shed off, even if he still held onto her tight as ever. Wanting, but different. Tender truth.
 
Reluctant as a wolf pulled from a meal, Farren came up for air with a petulant sigh. Less at the earnest man beneath her, and more at her own shortcomings. She had meant to speak to him about this very subject beforehand, since she had been confident that this would've been the only path they'd have ended at— at least if she had anything to say about it that is—but the events of the festival had filled every leftover space she had for precaution with ardent touches, quickened heartbeats, and eager plans between bedsheets. There had been no second thought to semantics outside of reveling in this time together.

And now she was here, feeling a little guilty for leaving her partner out of the narrative. Although, the mettle he was mustering to champion himself as a responsible man was admirable, and since she already had an answer to assuage his worries, Farren smiled with tender affection at his question— tucking a lock of his hair behind a pointed ear, tracing the end of it, and trying her best to not fall prey to his soft pout.

"And what if I told you I already had that handled?" She placed a feather-light kiss over one white-lashed lid. "The plan was to see Davina in the morning around the fire for a tea she makes." A kiss brushed his other lid. "I'm sorry I forgot to tell you." Farren went to place a last kiss on his lips, but hovered there instead, indulging in denial— exchanging breath and feeling the heat of moments ago quickly rekindle at their proximity and the slow rocking of her hips. The returned soft flames of her eyes illuminated the shadowed blades of his face as her eyes found the embers of his, caught in that same electric daring between them. "Am I forgiven?"

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His chest deflated, tensions falling away with every word she’d speak. Beneath her touches he’d break into a smile, bright with relief and wide with embarrassment. For how easy the doubt and to have fallen for it again. She’d give him good learning, he had to figure, no matter what part of her it was.

A possessive instinct kindled in him, the heat of it in his regard as she hovered just outside of a kiss, ground against him. He huffed at her question, caught up betwixt pleasure and amusement, hands on her body to spur it on. More pressure.

“ You spat on my cock, Farren. “ Slowly, too. He reminisced, in that airy tone belongst to recounting beautiful things. “ I think we’re square. “

Despite her teasing, he closed the rest of the air from betwixt their mouths and kissed her. Made it harder and deeper by the grip that’d perched on her shoulder, pressing. Lungs expanding against hers.

“ But. “ When he broke off, it was with new fire. That lilt of theater. “ If I’m to be paraded out in front of your family tomorrow morning, my perfect image of a glorified monk in shambles— “ In the mess of sweat and hot skin and slick arousal betwixt them he worked his length with a hard stroke.

“ I should well like to enjoy you rapturously before then. “ Urged her up a bit by a gentle squeeze on her arse, head inclining to watch her face. “ Long and hard. “ Planted a kiss on her sternum and propped his cock up beneath her, a hot brush against her slit.

“ Take it. “
 

He swallowed her feathered laughter in a kiss, throaty and half-bewitched as it was. That primal drum that played in her blood, that spun fractious need low in her belly, would wait no longer to be paid its due, and she was ready to yield this game between them.

With tethered agony, Farren sank onto the hard length of his shaft, her sharp intake of breath petering out into a relieved moan, her eyes fluttering at the aching emptiness within her being filled. Greedily, she looked down at where they were joined, biting her lip at finally seeing him inside her— the erotic sight flaring a hunger for friction, for frantic rutting, anything to get him fucking her until she knew no other language but his name.

Pupils blown and eyes pleasure-glazed, Farren anchored her hands to his shoulders and began rolling her hips in a languorous tilt, reveling in the heady musk of sex between them, of the tiny sparks of pleasure that reminded her of his mouth feasting on her desire— she wanted those same sounds wrung from him. To covet each moan and shudder jealously, for they were hers rightly won. He was hers.

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There was a reason for why the body forgot pain just as it forgot pleasure. Had he remembered viscerally evermore what it was like to be inside someone, let alone a beloved—

His exhale moaned out of him as she sunk down, doing what he’d bade her to. The look on her face when she did, then glanced down at what she’d wrought, was intoxicating. It rivaled the hot feel of her as she adjusted, muscles clenching around him with every elaborate movement. He pressed his face betwixt her tits to drown out his heavier breaths, lips parted, one hand gripping her arse to aid her back and forth. The other was braced behind him, gripping the sheets and sinking into the mattress, arm straining as he leaned against it to angle his hips. For depth that would’ve gone past the hilt had their bones not prevented it, meeting her with steady thrusts that mirrored her pace.

A pressure was building in the base of his cock and it boded ill for what he’d gotten done saying just mere minutes ago. The wet, sweaty heat of her against him, the sounds she made and the sensations she inflicted, were too much. For one who’d craved, half of that time without knowing he had.

It was going too fast, of a sudden.

“Love— “ He spoke, pausing to swallow and daring to glance up at her. “ We have to go slower. “

Told as much to himself as her, breathless as his hands held her into circles that more ground together than pistoned. It was a steadying pleasure, caressing in a more bearable way that forced his eyes shut and a fluidity to every muscle, lent enough capacity for him to take his time kissing her. On the lips, the neck, moans hot as they broke into her skin.

He needed more of it. To run his hands over the soft and the hard parts, to grip and fit together, inch to inch. Despite how much he felt he couldn’t speak for the boiling, desperate urge in his voice, he did it anyway. A whisper, throaty with desire.

“ Turn around. “
 
That pet name had the same thrill dancing down the bowed column of her spine. It was enough to make her dizzy.

"Slower?" Came her breathless question, teeth bared in sadistic pleasure. The feverish pitch of his plea left her powerless to do anything but fall back into the attentions of his hot mouth, her own laving a slick swipe of her tongue against his, teeth nipping at his bottom lip, burying a commanding tease in the words as she drove slowly against him. "And if I were to demand you bear my pace a bit longer?"

But Farren wanted that night of relentless pleasure— of mapping the scars of his flesh and learning where to cast her lips across places that caught his breath— and that meant mercy be granted in small measures. Especially, when a man earned them so eagerly.

For she found his directions easily pliable, this amorphous dynamic between them, an ebb and flow of give and take. And oh, how she wanted to take and take and take. Anything he would give her— met with supplicant palms and eager teeth.

So it was with a reluctant sigh that she slid off of him, already bereft of his reverent touch. Her knees sinking into the plush furs beside him, eyes traveling in a burning silver trail down his body, inviting him back with a crooked finger and wolf's smile.

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He shuddered as his cock slipped out her, compliance delivered without a word. Just that bit of petulant breath again, the sweetest sound to whom desired and wanted to be desired in turn. The way she looked at him then, at that new meager distance, made that strange feeling jolt in his chest again, the quickening of passion that felt much as if the heart should’ve spun about its axis.

Pleasantly, like someone was tenderly cradling the things he’d learned to shelter. He imagined he must’ve looked rather stupid then, smiling like any lovestruck fool as he took his time to merely appreciate the sight of her. That call and gaze that went from his eyes to his cock, beckoning. If he remembered nothing else from tonight than that look, he could’ve still gone on perfectly content with what’d he’d won for himself.

“ You are free to make demands. “ Sluggishly and in an ardent sigh, he straightened from where he’d set to lounging and reached to brush his hand along her spine and under the fall of her hair, urging her to an incline. “ Maybe I’ll listen, dear as you are. “ Trailed along her ribs to her breast and gripped it, sidled closer. Pressed his chest against her back, buying time for himself and his cock that throbbed and leaked in the empty air beneath him with hard want.

A guttural rumble left him as his mouth found her shoulder, the sound of a pent up beast about to bite. Anything to stifle an adoring curse. His weight shifted over her and he forced her lower and towards him, cock poised in hand. Straight for her cunt, hips angling rapidly to fit their bodies together. Completely. Skin clapped, sharp of it accompanied by the soft keen of pleasure from betwixt his teeth.

He held onto her ribs with one hand as his hips worked, daring to pick up pace. The other stroked down her abdomen in a none so gentle caress, all the way to the front of her cunt. His fingers made a shape to find the swell of her sensitive parts, rubbing down and holding on.

“ Name your pace. “
 
Never had Farren been so grateful to have her face driven into the ground, the domineering brackets of his hands adjusting her to his liking was almost too much as it is. Her eyes rolling back at the feel of those callouses scraping her soft flesh.

If only Aarno knew how carnally seductive she found the shape of his hands— the deep valleys of his knuckles, the plush veins that made her mouth water, and the wide girth of his fingers. They were lithe and competent, and finally on her. The brief notion of those hands leaving red marks on her ass wringing a mangled whine from her throat, raising her hips and widening her legs so he could thrust deeper, touch her more easily. Anything so he wouldn't stop.

"More." Was the only competent thing she could gasp as she steadied herself on her elbows, bracing herself against his weight and tucking one hand beneath herself to venture over the wet mess between them, reaching until deft fingers trailed over the soft slapping shape of his balls. The joints of her hand ached with the desire to squeeze, but all she did was cry out for more once again, a lecherous purr humming in her chest.

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Her opening herself up wider was all the affirmation he needed to wring more vigour out of his body. Plunged deeper, ground his hip bones against the soft of her arse that rippled, aglisten in the dim firelight. Sweat was beading on his skin, the nape of his neck, the width of his chest, turning slick where their thighs touched, running down the groove of his arched spine. His hands burned hot as they kept their caress, on the side of her chest and the mound of her cunt that he could feel himself inside her as he pressed his palm down harder. All in tune with the way she rocked against him, hungry.

Wanting more. The wanton touch on his taut, ridden up balls made him falter for how unexpected and sudden it was, heart jumping. The whole of his nethers did much the same as it dawned on him what she was doing, trying at every shred of frayed restraint. Tension curled in his groin, building, and he held onto her tighter on instict.

“ Careful. “ He growled into her neck, voice strained with lack of breath.

“ You do that — “ Another slap of skin, pointed.

“ I won’t last. “
 
A challenging chuckle burst from Farren at his warning, but it ended with a startled yelp at his snapping hips. Back arching as she drowned her lustful keening into the furs beneath them. The wet sounds of them fucking lulling her into a sinful stupor— a trance where she was floating and too hot, and yet not close enough still for all their battling flesh. Friction, friction, so much friction— she needed something sharp against the plush too-tight ache of her skin, something to spark against this tight coiling that tremored the strong shape of her thighs.

From beneath her, she moved her hand to instead grab at the one he had brandishing against the heaving cage of her ribs, dragging it low to the swell of her ass— she hazarded a look over her shoulder, capturing him with a look of heated daring.

"I think you'll last as long as I say you will, now hit me."

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The retort loosed a laugh off him, a genuine bright sound through bared teeth, stomach and chest bouncing and taking him off his rhythm. He didn’t dispute her, wouldn’t dare but to take his amusement, despite half of it being factually untrue. He’d been teased to bust oversoon before — and it would happen again.

He straightened a little, not heeding the command at once. Let her wait, kneading a grip into the malleable thickness of her arse cheek, hips swaying as he worked his cock into her cunt. Tried to think of anything else but the dull heat and the agony in his entire length, the way his loose hair was sticking to every damp inch and itching the side of his face. The soreness from the friction, gathering little needles from the suck of her greedy hole.

She’d be sore too. He pulled back his hips in tune with his hand. And slammed, twice over.
 
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