wotanon | Dreamers After Dark (VII)

Hmm.

[she does so, as she leans back against the edge of the pulpit so she can cant her hips forward]

Hmm...my queen...so wet and tight for me.

[The ache wouldn't surprise her though Lily does try to be a bit careful, but Lindi is stronger and more enduring than she gives herself credit for, and for Lily, a little pain is a nice spice to the pleasure.

Lily loves and appreciates many sorts of people, truly she does, but she has to admit she likes bigger cocks tremendously. It never occurred to her to use anything smaller even though her girlfriend is of a shorter stature.

Quite the contrary.

She wants to stuff her to her limits and then push past them.

The heat and the slickness warm her and there's a flush to her face as her hips move faster and harder.]

You feel so good like this. You want it badly, don't you? Being wanted, being filled? Beautiful, you're so beautiful like this...

[he rubs his thumbs in circles over her hipbones as he licks at her slit, dragging his tongue up--the serpentine forked tongue flicks out and curls around her clit, squeezing it]

A-Ahh--

[Levity moans and squirms as Lily sucks on her nipples, her face burning up. That certainly isn't possible in a male body, and all the more stimulating for that. She whines a little once Lily lets go, stuck between wanting more and being almost afraid of how overwhelming it is, but the softness of Lily's lips on her skin is more than distracting enough.

Ah... there it is.

The soft not-question makes her suck in a sharp breath and shudder in anticipation - Lily does always put her through very, very fun things to give her that praise...]

I-I will...

[Vivi whimpers again at that nipping, the jolts of excitement it sends through her - and she can't help trying to press her thighs together a little, as though to keep Lily there. She can very much so guess what being good will entail, and it's already almost impossible to hold back from slipping her hand down to touch herself.]

Promises, promises.

[Lily breathes over Vivi's wet sex, inhaling the scent of this woman while her hands rub and massage her thighs.]

You smell nice.

[She says because it's true, but also to embarrass her. She blows cool air against the slick heat, fingers sliding closer and closer--before moving away again.

She just cannot help but tease, even if she, herself, wants it She wants to see Vivi whine and squirm and shiver, to see how different those expressions will be in this body and how they will be the same.

But Lily, eventually, leans closer and immediately sticks her tongue into Vivi's entrance--except it feels a lot longer than it should be She withdraws it slowly, enjoying the prospect of giving the other woman a surprising jolt, before she moves to lick her warm folds, that tender flower. The taste of her is different than as a man. It's...more delicate, but distinct, and she quite enjoys it.

Lily raises her head and licks her lips where Vivi can see, her tongue back to normal (perhaps it always was?)]

You taste good too, Vivi. You always do. I suppose you wouldn't be such a successful slut if you didn't--[lily lowers herself to press her lips against her clit, humming an inquiry, vibrations traveling through her lips]--hmmmmmmmm?

Ah—!

[She gasps and rolls onto her toes as he squeezes, legs splaying wider]

Ah, I almost forgot about... your devilish tongue. A bit... better than a hand.

I love this side of you... and this part too... feeling it so hard inside of me...

[Normally Serenity would be a bit more careful with her body—- but within the walls of their dream, she wants to feel the full extent of Lily’s ravenous passion. There are no consequences here, and no limits beyond those of their own making.]

Yes. Please... show me the depths of your desire for me, until we’re both at our every limit. Give me everything...

[She clings to her lover desperately, nails scraping the surface. For some reason she couldn’t imagine Lily having a cock any less impressive than this one. Everything else about her was so incredible—- this only seemed fitting. And did it ever satisfy.]

[versus the soft curve of his chest, pressed against hers. still, his breath catches lightly when he feels the nipping. guess it's time to tangle his hand in her hair, and pull tightly.

exerting some control even though he's the one pinned under? under her. he drags his nails down her newly revealed skin, lightly marking as she speaks.]

That'd make two of us.

But I'm not wired for sharing. I wanna hate you.

[he chuckles, breath warm against her, and squeezes her clit again before releasing it, lapping at her almost leisurely]

Fuck—

[ she flushes, eyes half-lidded as her hair starts to unravel from the pull of his fingers, as his nails drag across her chest. ]

If you want to—there's plenty of reasons. But—

...there's probably something wrong with me, that it's easier for me to want to love people who hate me, rather than to try and hate them back.

[ and not really waiting for him to respond, she runs a hand up the inside of his thighs, brushing her knuckles between his legs. ]

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[Her fingers dig into his scalp, and her tail curls around stone to balance her as her legs get more unsteady]

You look... pretty good...

[Rye moans softly, feeling hands where he wants them, hand trailing from Hurricane's nipple to the zipper of the suit. He begins to pull it down slowly.]

It would be so nice to wake up that way. Video calls are so nice. I could see your face as I touch my cock. [He grinds harder in return, pinning him to the wall more.] Send you another video maybe, something for you to keep. Beg you to tell me what you want me to do to your nody. What you want to do to mine.

See your face overcome with pleasure, knowing its from watching me. Make you come with me. Knowing just across the phone you're touching yourself to.

Oh my god, dude. Your mouth.

[He shivers, hard, at the slow pace of Rye's fingers on the zipper - makes a soft sound, as Rye grinds into him, pressing him harder against the wall]

[The grip of his legs grows tighter in response, urging Rye in closer, and his hips continue to work in their needy, ceaseless rhythm]

I ain't - I ain't gonna say no to another video. The one you sent last time's, uh. Let's just say I seen it a couple times, already.

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[Levity closes his eyes with a pathetic little noise at the back of his throat as Kyou slips his fingers into his mouth, the bitterness of the seed only a hint in comparison to what he was forced to drink down before yet still serving to remind him of his place here. It's a punishment, indeed, and he's not exactly meant to enjoy it.

As if to drive the point home (almost literally), Kyou forces his cock into Levity's mouth - and forces him to stay there until Levity whimpers urgently, shuddering and squirming desperately as the base fear of getting choked like that fills him. And when he begins to move, somehow the slower, deeper, more thorough movements are much more humiliating, a much more prominent display of domination than even Max's rough thrusting had been. Where he was vocal before, Levity grows much quieter, only giving soft obedient whimpers at each full thrust into his mouth. As if to retain at least some measure of control over the situation, he strokes Refan and Ydar quicker, hoping that maybe, maybe if he has his hands free again, he can at least do something to give himself some room to breathe...

But it doesn't escape him that Cade decides to use his hair of all things, and that, too, is making him feel all the more as though he's just a thing to be used here. Levity moans and squirms desperately again, his cheeks burning hotter as the strange satisfaction fills him even as tears start to well up in the corners of his eyes. It's new and different and strange, this level of submission and vulnerability, the kind he's never quite descended to before.]

Probably.

[there's an involuntary movement when her fingers brush against him, and then he pushes forward anyway, shifting his hands to her shoulders, before pushing up, and kicking his feet to one side.

he'll fight her for top if he has to. the movement both languid and forceful.]

You should hate me.

[and then he punctuates that with a harsh bite to the nape of her neck, ignoring the tang of blood.]

I'd blow it all up if I could.

[ oh,

really, she buckles under that, with a low groan, and—the heat between her legs is really unbearable, her pants suddenly way too tight. he doesn't have to fight much, honestly, and she pulls him down against her. ]

I should—hate you, but I don't... you want to hate me, but—

You don't?

Don't get cocky.

[but he will start unbuckling her pants while he's on top, leaning back as much as she'll allow and letting his hands rub against her -- cock? with practiced experience.]

We're fighting over the same thing. And I've fucked up relationships I actually wanted to keep, for less.

[ there's definitely the telltale shape of an erection as he unbuckles her pants, and she inhales sharply as he rubs a hand over it; it's a very different feeling, although she keeps her head enough to start working his pants open. ]

Nnh—ah, that's...

I mean—gods, that's really distracting. But are we... really fighting?

We aren't not fighting.

[a brief pause]

Fuck, I don't know.

[does he know how to act like a woman during sex? the answer is no, so he keeps aggressing to hide that fact, his hot breath panting against the wet patch of skin he bit, and then moving lower to her collarbone. and then his tongue traces the patch of skin between her pecs as he keeps moving down]

[ i mean that checks out as feminine from her perspective, gestures at exalted, who even knows what a gender role is ]

"Fuck, I don't know" feels like the right answer—nnh—

[ she tugs his pants down, skims her hands up across his bare chest to cup at the curve of a breast, rub her thumb across the peak in circles. ]

[excuse him, that catches his breath for a second. and he huffs a laugh against her skin, once he does finally catch up. shit, that felt-- a lot more than ever before.

he felt so hot, his skin flushing with desire, and his thighs damp already.

it halts his slow march downward for a moment]

We-- should be.

[and then he pulls back, swinging a leg off to one side as he moves lower, his stroking insistent, needy.]

A-ah—

[ she combs her hands into his hair, twisting her fingers in tightly for something to hold onto, because—that's, that's a lot— ]

I mean, we—should do a lot of things, right.

[there's a non-committal sound at that, as his mouth slides over her cock. there's a brief moment of dissonance, but that fades pretty immediately.

he hums lightly, as his head starts to move along her length. like maybe, even in a dream, he has things he falls back on when he doesn't know what to say.

non-committal is one of those.]

J—hh, I—fuck—

[ what the fuck how does anyone with one of these normally manage to not just lose their entire mind when this happens,

she's propped up on her elbows, and her head lolls back as she gasps, hips twitching up toward his mouth. ]

...that's—that's unfair?

[good question he can probably answer when his mouth's not occupied? or she can ask nero later. but his fingernails dig into the side of her thighs in response.

just as a little reminder of how little he cares about fairness.]

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