wotanon | Dreamers After Dark (VII)

[Hurricane jolts again, as the soft touches against his nipple become a pinch; his hips cant forward again, before he can get them under control]

Y-yeah. I like seeing you feel good. Like it when you - when you just go for it, even if I c-can't. Maybe, like - especially if I can't.

[His cheeks are a dark, dark red; by the look on his face, he didn't intend to say that - perhaps didn't know what was going to come out at all until it did]

[When Rye shifts his hand to make a too-loose hold, his hips start twitching forward into the strokes, though by the way he ducks his head and turns away from the crowd, he's mortified at the lapse - fights himself to stillness after a long beat or two, shuddering. Every new brush of Rye's thumb at the bottom of the head draws a tremble from him, on the upstroke]

J-jesus. I want that. I want you to - to really rail me. I want you in me like yesterday, I want you to go - hard, like, hard as you can, I wanna not be able to walk tomorrow, I -

[With a whine and a deeper flush of humiliation, Hurricane presses forward for a kiss to shut himself up]

Hmm, maybe I should use the cock ring more then. That could be a fun time. Make you wear one a few days, but every time I see you, I drag you away. [His touch is less gentle now on his nipples, pinching and twisting them.] Fuck your soft thighs. Fuck your throat, make sure its still well trained to take my cock. Maybe if you wear one of those plugs, I could even fuck your tight ass. All the while, you're forbidden to take off the ring.

Would you like it, pet? A few days where all you are is my fucktoy? Being used for only my pleasure, where you can't get off? Gods, how hard would you cum when I let you?

[His hand keeps up the sedate, loose pace, the only bit of firmness being the tease to his head, one hard brush mixed with the gentle touch.]

[The gand on his chest stops him short, Rye leaning back out of kiss range.] Not yet, pet. I need to prepare you so I can take you like you're asking. Can't rail you without a little prep. And I wanna hear you talk while I do. You sound so hot and needy, makes me want you more. [He shifts down, between his knees, kissing just below his ribs.] And I want to taste you.

Holy shit.

[It's a breathless little whimper, barely there at all; his pupils are dilated, lips slightly parted. His cock twitches hard in Rye's hand, and the next swipe of his thumb finds a sizeable new dollop of precome]

Jesus. That's - I - I dunno if I could take it, but - jesus, that's hot. I wanna - I wanna try. Just - not being able to do nothing but make you feel good. Not being able to - to do nothing to myself.

[His breath catches at the combination of the too-light strokes and the single firm brush of Rye's thumb on the upstrokes; he makes a soft sound like a whimper, hips beginning to shift restlessly, trying to get more. This time, he can't quite seem to force them still again, though the flush creeps even darker, humiliation at the words leaving his mouth and the watching eyes combined]

Y-yeah. God, get me ready. I want - I want your mouth, I want you in me, I want you to stroke me off for real, this - god, it's driving me crazy.

Edited 2021-02-02 21:50 (UTC)

[Lily keeps fucking her hard and fast, reaching deeper into her mouth for her throat and driving harder and harder into both her holes. The heat there is intoxicating, and having both squeeze down around her so tightly feels amazing.

She smacks the queen's ass, just for fun, her speed picking up further. It won't be long now.]

I'd like that.

[ And he does. Seeing the gentle blush on her face over such a simple, obvious comment is quite an endearing level of softness for her. Watching her be overwhelmed by these slow, sensual movements.

He squeezes her ass and hips softly as he pulls her tight against him; giving rhythm to the the movement of her hips. ]

You haven't even begun to see.

[ Kyanite nips gently at her neck, leaving a rosy mark on her pale skin. Her words are, in a sense, an admission that he is unlike any she had-- something his pride is quick to soak up. His competitive nature finds that he wants to be the best she's ever had. The best she ever will have. ]

This is only where the kindling starts. I can burn so much brighter for you.

[She makes a noise when he grabs her ass and hips like that, and she could be wrong but there's something almost possessive about the way he holds her.

She wonders if their game is over now (With her as the victor, no doubt) but she didn't imagine it would be like this, so slow in the sensuality and expected a quick and furious passion from them both, so high have they built their tension. It says a lot about him and surprises her, and with this pleasure, it's all things she is enjoying immensely. She wonders still if this is just how he is or wants to do it or if he has to work at this patience.

One thing's for sure, she's far more likely to burn much more thoroughly overtime this way. The way he loves feels like magma, slow, and yet so oppressively powerful. You can't even come close to it, it burns so holy even at a distance.

And yet he has her so close.

The promise that there is more to come has butterflies taking off in her stomach and she twitches and tightens around him. Lily arches her neck to allow for better access while her hips continue to move powerfully and still slow.]

Then do it. Show me the conflagration of your spirit.

[A part of her regrets not being properly naked, so that her skin can lavish in the heat of his. He has every right to be proud of this--she loves different things about different people but no one has burned as hotly as he and he's only just begun.]

[ As someone who has several lovers, she would be lying if she said she hadn’t fantasized about double penetration before. Most stretch her as is— to feel both being stretched at once and feeling her body twice as full is a sensation beyond her wildest imagination.

The smack leaves Serenity moaning even deeper around the cock fucking her throat. She’s working it furiously— teeth, tongue, lips... her hands and mouth bob quickly.

Her tongue flicks at the tip and twists around the head; greedily begging for her come without a single word. ]

As you wish.

[ Anyone would feel tempted. Lily’s curves were second to none. Her hips and ass are soft and voluptuous, his fingers easily sinking into her flesh. Is there a part of him that feels possessive? Perhaps. There aren’t words to describe a lot of the feelings that bubble under his surface in response to her.

Is it the buttons she seems so good at pushing in him? That’s a possibility of its own.

Right now though he doesn’t care what the source is. God she feels good and he needs her like he needs air. The hands that squeeze her hips gently lift her, slow enough to feel each inch of him easing out of her slowly——

And then drags her down again from tip to base. It is only just a small bit quicker than before. But he does not pause between.

Again. And again. All the way out and all the way back into her depths. Each time just a hair faster. But always slow enough to delight in the friction. The heat. ]

[Lily lifts her hips in time with him to ease the burden of her weight, but finds she hardly needs to--he's just so very strong. She isn't exactly waifish between her height, muscle mass, and overall build, but he's managing, and it's harder to do it slower, too. There's a fleeting moment where she thinks about him carrying her in his arms or that maybe she might not be too heavy in other ways, but that's getting ahead of herself. She stays in the moment.

He moves only a little faster, but he's so...thorough, letting her feel every. Last. Inch of him.]

Nite!

[She might be more impatient if she didn't realise she could get off at a slower pace, but this is...terribly nice, she prefers it with him, for some reason. She doesn't want this to end too quickly even if they can start up another time, but that isn't what matters. What matters is stretching this out for as long as they can.

She reaches to hold his face and kiss him, lips lavishing thorough attention as they work over his. They adjust and she's sucking on his tongue, greedily trying to taste as much as she can.

Her hips don't speed up much more either, perhaps her own testament to how much she's enjoying herself.]

If only your subjects could see you now.

[Which is tempting to do, but she hasn't talked to her about deeper plays of humiliation. ~~She's not Levity~~ So she'll keep that to herself, for now.]

Their strong and capable and kind queen...is nothing more than a filthy little slut hungry for cock. [other Lily responds:] Mmmmmm...well you're still very capable, aren't you? Look at you, taking not one, not two, but three. It's impressive.

[It's sexy as well, really. She smacks her again, while Lily reaches under her to tease her nipples.

But watching Lindi want this so much is intoxicating and she feels that sweet pressure begin to rise in her before she bursts, no warnings this time, coming stream after steaming stream in all of Lindi's holes, her hands dig into her hips and grip her hair tightly.]

Hnngh--!

Ahh!

[She won't be able to take it alland already she is squirting come from around her cocks on both sides, going until she is spent with a sigh.]

Hmm, it woukd be very intense and could be a problem. As fun as it would be. [His thumb catches that dollop, spreading it around the head in a semi firm touch before resuming the too loose strokes.] Too long, really.

But something we could do....well, I'm sure I could get an aphrodisiac somewhere. You looked so eager under my effect. I could get one, get you a cock ring, and take it. [Another hard pinch to his nipple, nail scraping over it.] Then I work every bit out of my system. Use you like a fucktoy, something made just for my pleasure. Anything you get would be incidental to getting myself off. Using your thighs, mouth, ass. Ride your cock. The lovely ways you could be a cocksleeve, or a dildo. Unable to get off until I'm fully sated.

[His hand doesn't stop on his cock, lips trailing down his stomach, but his hand does move from his chest. Reaching over to a nightstand with several hand supplies, including lube. He settles fully between his legs, kissing over his hip bone. He spreads Hurricane's legs wider, more than is really necessary.] Keep them spread for me, pet. We are putting on a show, after all. The crowd should see how lovely you are. [He opens up the lube, spreading it over his fingers as he learns forward, trailing his tongue along the length of his cock, before kissing down the length of it again, repeating the motions.]

[His breath catches, as Rye spreads that dollop of precome across the tip of his cock, hips hitching forward into the teasing circles]

I - I ain't saying it's too long. Just saying - just saying it'd make me crazy.

[By the look on his face, he hadn't intended to say that; he flushes darker still - ducks his head, and seems to find something very interesting about the wrinkles in the blankets. When Rye starts to talk about the aphrodisiac plans, he shifts and squirms, hips coming all the way up off the mattress when that nail scrapes his nipple]

J-jesus. That's - yeah. I wanna - yeah. I want you to - to do what you want, as many times as you want, till I can't take it no more. I wanna be so worked up I can't stand it, and - and you just doing whatever feels good.

[The flush has crept all the way to his chest, by now; his words, rushed and breathy, are pitched to be too quiet for the gathered spectators to hear]

[He opens his legs readily when asked - flushes, when he's reminded that they're being watched, and goes to close them again, only catching himself at the last moment. He leaves them where they're placed, though he trembles with the effort, eyes averted and posture self-conscious]

[Then Rye's busy leaning down, and there's wet heat lapping at his cock, and Hurricane can't tamp down the little whimper of pleasure that leaves him. His hips jackknife up off the mattress, and he reaches instinctively for Rye's hair, to try and encourage more]

Oh, jesus. That feels so good. Your mouth is so g-good, keep - keep doing that.

Edited 2021-02-03 23:42 (UTC)

More too long for Hell. As much as I love torturing you, wouldn't want it at a bad time. But the other plan....that's a few hours I could steal you away for. You'd be so lovely. An utter mess as I use you. Pretty swollen lips, thighs so slick, ass looking ready to be filled. Your own pre would make your cock look so lovely. [He drops the lube, moving his hand back to his cock, holding it as he licks up the side.]

You'd beg for more so nicely, it'd be easy to get hard even when it starts leaving my system. Could tie your hands behind your back. Wouldn't want my fucktoy playing with himself when he's supposed to be used for my pleasure. [His voice, however, isn't pitched so low.]

[Rye's mouth and hand keeps working his cock, light, gentle strokes, his tongue licking the length of it, spreading open month kisses. Only rarely does he take the head in his mouth to suck, quuckly miving away befire he can thrust. He groans at the hair tug, but doesn't intensify his actions, gentle and patient over his cock.]

[His other hand moves between his legs as he does. Soreading lube around the hole, still slow and patient, waiting several long moments before pressing a finger inside.]

O-oh my god. Yeah, that's - yeah. I - I dunno if I could keep my hands off. Dunno how long it'd be before I was begging for it, either. You - you got any idea how hot you are?

[He makes a keening sort of whine as Rye takes the head of his cock in his mouth to suckle; his breath all leaves him in a rush, when Rye pulls away again, and Hurricane's grip on his hair tightens]

G-gonna be real, here, I dunno how much longer I'm gonna be able to keep my hands off now. Feels - r-real good, but it's - it's really getting to me.

[His hips have been rocking restlessly against the teasing touches, as though he can't quite keep them still; as soon as Rye's finger begins to enter him, though, he bears down hard, the motions becoming more pronounced now that he has something to move against]

Mm, that's - god, that's good. Keep - keep going, I want more.

[ It may not be made reality, but with a few words, Lily has put that thought in Serenity's head and now she can't get it out. If the thought were of people she knew that would be one thing-- but the idea of a crowd of strangers being witnesses was another.

Serenity doesn't have to vocalize it-- Lily can feel the way her body gets hotter or how wet she's gotten, from the feel of her to the lewd sounds it makes when she fucks her.

If she closes her eyes she can imagine all of those people seeing her as she takes not one, not two but three heavy loads of come into her body. They can watch her slurp it up greedily, even as trails leak from the corners of her lips. As her body fills with come, her own orgasm triggers from the hot streams building up inside her. Her come mixes with the white fluid escaping between her legs.

It's messy and oh so delightful. ]

Hmm, your cock says very. [Its a strange thought, a disconnecting thought, but the number of people who want to fuck him certainly gives it some validity.] You do have trouble keeping your hands to yourself. Its really hot. [He trails his tongue up along his length, slow and deliberate as he looked up at him.]

I should make you give me a show one day. I could do that affect on you again. The one that makes you want me, but not let you touch me. Then I could sit back and watch you work yourself until it wears off. [There's another brief suckle and a groan at the tug in his hair.] Lovely Hurricane, hand working his pretty cock. Maybe fuck yourself on your Christmas present.

Then keep them busy. [He guides Hurricane's free hand up to his nipples.] I have down here, but you can play with yourself up there.

[He begins thrusting his finger, that at a definitely firmer pace, as his mouth keeps up the slow pace, only opened mouth kisses, slow licks, and brief suckles on the head with a moan.]

[ i had a whole tag written up and accidentally hit refresh. but anyway it's fine. the saliva is fine don't worry about it.

she rumbles another pleased growl at the moan, eagerly pressing into that bit of offered space as Hope's legs spread. The sharpened edges of her teeth ever-so-gently scrape over her stomach and against the small of her back as she thrusts the thick muscle into her. ]

[His breath hitches in, sharp, at the idea of that - being flushed with the heat of that effect, wanting Rye but not able to have anything but his own hand]

Jesus. That's -

[He licks at his lips, unconsciously]

Y-yeah, that's - I wanna try. I'd want you so bad. I mean - I want you all the time anyway, but, like - that power's like s-someone flipped the switch up to 11 all of a sudden.

[Hurricane shudders, hard, as Rye's finger starts to thrust; his back arches up off the bed in a bow at the combination of sensations, the teasing wet heat of Rye's mouth, and the not-enough girth of a single finger. His fingers rub restlessly at his own nipple; it was a stiff peak already, but within seconds it firms up further under the attention]

J-jesus, hurry. I want more. I want - I want you to drag it out even longer. I'm going k-kinda crazy, and it's - god, you're making it worse, it's so - g-good.

[ definitely fine it's all fine.

she cries out sharply at that thrust, that fades out into a needy whine in the back of her throat.

she doesn't say anything, but from the way her head tilts back, and her eyes flutter half-lidded, the way her hands curl into the dirt harder with every exhale of breath and her hips cant forward harder with each movement, there's an increasingly eager edge to all of it. ]

Glad to hear you want me as much as I want you. [His free hand grips his hip, holds him still as he finally takes his cock into his mouth, far enough where the head is almost in his throat, and he sucks hard.]

[He doesn't let up the suction as he presses in a second finger, thrusting the fingers in hard and fast for several long moments, before finally moving them at their steady pace as he pulls his mouth off his cock with a soft pop.]

Be rougher with your nipples. I want them to ache so even the slihhtest touch drives you nuts.

[His mouth returns to the slow licks and kisses.] I think I'd tie you down. Not your hands, just to make sure you keep distant. [He let's his breath move over spit slick skin, tongue moving to focus just under the head, small sucks on the side, attention the break between sentences] Make you want me. Make you watch me as I play with myself. Maybe you wouldn't have toys. I could keep them to myself. The fleshlight isn't as good as your body, but its better then my hand. Watching you would get me so hard, it'd have plenty of use. [His fingers keep tgrusting, but changing the angle, looking for that spot.]

[Hurricane groans, long and low, as Rye finally takes him into his mouth. It's probably a good thing he held Hurricane's hips down, because the reaction is immediate, an instant attempt to press up into that wet heat]

[As soon as Rye starts to apply suction, his head falls back against the mattress, eyes fluttering closed]

O-oh my god. Jesus christ, your mouth. Pretty - pretty sure I'm gonna be thinking about this when I get myself off for like a month after this.

[His cheeks are flushed dark with humiliation, but he's not self-conscious enough not to make a soft sound of frustration, when Rye pulls away. He makes another, small and wanting, at the off-handed command]

[The hand still buried in Rye's hair leaves it, reluctantly, so that both of his hands can do as he's been asked. They pinch at his nipples this time, hard, and he shudders at the feel of it]

J-jesus. That's - that's gonna drive me crazy. I'm gonna about lose my mind, watching you get off. You're s-so damn pretty when you're turned on. You know that?

[It's not hard to tell, when Rye's fingers find that spot; as always, Hurricane's face is an open book. His eyes go wide, and his mouth falls open, hips straining urgently against the hand that's holding them in place]

[Rye makes a pleased hum at the idea of Hurricane getting off on thoughts of him. It makes him feel warmer, want him more, cock leaking pre between his legs.]

[He blushes at the comment of being pretty, a different kimd of warmth in him, pleasant and embarrassed at once, mixed with self doubt.] Not as pretty as you. Gods, you look so good, playing with your nipples. [There's another brief suckle on his head.] Its fun to play with them, isn't it? I'll have to give them the attention they deserve when I fuck you.

[Rye hums, looking at him with lidded eyes, fingers moving to kerp thrusting against that spot.] There it is. That spot that makes my gorgeous fucktoy sing.

I'm gonna start sucking you off now. And I want you to talk. Beg to fuck my throat. Do it pretty enough, and I'll take you deep.

And....if you do a good job with your nipples, work them hard, you can grab my hair when you're in my throat....and I'll let go of your hips. Don't worry, my fingers will keep fucking you too. How does that sound?

[That spot really is getting to him. He arches and pants, trying to press back into Rye's fingers and forward into his mouth, the motions nothing more than tiny twitches, thank to Rye holding his hips in place]

J-jesus. That - yeah, that sounds amazing. That sounds - god, I wanna feel your mouth. I want you to s-suck me.

[His hands are working at his own nipples, still - pinching and tugging harder now, shuddering up into his own touch as he struggles to do as he's been asked]

P-please? I wanna - wanna press all the way in. I want your mouth. The teasing's real good, but it - it makes me want more so bad.

[Rye shifts, dark eyes watching Hurricane play with himself.] Such a good boy. Keep singing, pet. I love how you sound.

[He guides his cock into his mouth, starting slow at first, a light suck as he bobs his head, getting used to the feeling again. He keeps one hand on his hip, eyes watching him with a lidded look.]

[As Hurricane begs, he moves a little farther down. As he plays with his nipples, any particularly hard tug gets a sharp, hard suck for several long moments, Rye groaning around him. He slowly builds taking more, more pressure, mixed with his tongue moving along the underside, pressing under the head.]

[He's not pressed against his throat yet though, taking his time to move down bit by bit, fingers still moving to hit that spot as they thrust in.]

((Realized I messed up hand logistics.))

[Every time Rye gives those sharp, hard sucks, Hurricane's breath hitches; his hips twitch, trying to press him up off the mattress and into Rye's mouth]

Oh, jesus. That's - good. That's r-real good. It's so - hot, and wet and - god, your tongue. Every time you hit that one spot, I about l-lose it.

[It seems to be a good reward system; certainly, it's encouraging Hurricane to be rougher with his nipples, twisting and tugging no matter how it makes him squirm, the pleasure-pain borderline too intense]

Keep - keep doing that, it feels so good. I wanna - I wanna go all the way in. Aahh, jesus, don't stop, that's - just like that, holy shit, dude, your mouth -

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