wotanon | Dreamers After Dark (VII)

[It is not the raw, intense pleasure he felt from her before. It is something more careful-- soft as she explores him for the first time. He finds no desire to rush her. Each kiss leaves his skin warm and tingling; while her tongue is a gentle whirlwind of cool and hot air swirling over his skin.

He trembles ever so slightly beneath her; only as composed as he can force himself to be on the surface while his spirit boils and bubbles from within.]

[The taste of him is marvelous already and he feels so hot against her lips. She wonders if he could sear her with it and she feels there's no reason why she shouldn't find out and so she continues to kiss and kiss him, up and down, down then up before her tongue returns to lick long stripes along his shaft. She blows cool air against his slick skin before taking him back into her mouth.

This is a little dangerous, though.

He's so big...long and thick and she knows her own proclivities--this is what she really likes and she cannot get the thoughts of taking him inside out. She won't let it come to that yet, but the thought is there.

Sigh. If only she weren't such a size queen.

Her hand gets involved, soft, clever fingers wrapping around him before she starts to stroke. He's slick enough now that her hand has no trouble, perhaps even slicker than he should be--this is a dream and she will use every advantage.

She stares up at him through her long lashes, eyes hazy, but intent and curious. She wonders how he'll react to what she's doing.]

[Some part of him knows this feels better than it should as the dream shifts to answer her needs. But it is more than just those little details that make it feel almost too perfect. She toys with him; testing and kissing until he realizes he’d been holding his breath.

The shaky exhale sounds suspiciously like pleasure. His face is calm and collected, but his upper cheeks have collected the lightest dusting of pink.

Hands and mouth both draw forth what he feels must have been familiar sensations at one point. Yet here and now they feel new again, behind a heavy curtain of lost memories. He places his hand on her head as if gently patting her for a job well done. He swallows and continues to watch, encouraging her to continue.]

[He's a tough nut to crack, but she doesn't mind the challenge. She'll win this much, in the end. She'll make sure of it.

But there's no rush. She can take her time in his ruin.

That he's so restrained is interesting in itself. She doesn't miss much when it comes to physicality, but her attention is sharpened. Galvanised. And so she can't help but notice those little things. The heat in his face, the tension from holding his breath, the way he breathe eventually, subtly, but clearly affected.

That he only tries to hold himself back makes this better, because she's edging him out. He's not invincible or invulnerable, he can be affected beyond what he allows.

She cannot be certain if the way he pats her is meant to be condescending or not. She almost hopes it is because she intends to break him with pleasure soon enough.

For now.

She hums softly with every stroke of hand or tongue, evidence of her own enjoyment. Her fingers are very smooth and soft, but strong, capable and she pumps him in hand before she stops--only to take all of him into her mouth and deep into her throat all at once. Her lips touch the base of him and her mouth and throat are so very hot, wet, and tight. She holds him there wondering how he'll take the sudden barrage of sensation before she slips her mouth up once more, humming low in her throat this time so that he'll feel the vibrations everywhere as she withdraws.

He's so slick now after that, and she starts to move faster, sucking just at his head once, twice, three times, letting him go with a wet pop before she takes him back in once more. Up and down, she starts to set a rhythm, head bobbing and hand pumping at the same time.]

[He can sense her inner scheming, yet he cannot find it in himself to care one way or the other. Let her do her worst-- he finds he'd like to see it.

The pat was affectionate enough-- though coming from him, it wouldn't be difficult to mistake for something more condescending, nor would he be offended over such an interpretation.

There is no proving whether her enjoyment comes from the act itself or the fact that she's getting to toy with him. But it works wonders on his restraint. It is small at first; cracks in the foundation... but when she takes the entirety of his cock into her mouth, his voice cracks and his fingers tighten in her hair. Any less guarded and he might have spilled there.

How embarrassing that would have been.

But he manages to repress it, only just. It does nothing to hide the sound he'd made-- so raw as he was overpowered by her. And there was a certain turn on in that. Winning was lovely, sure, but she-- she was better.]

No more games... I know you can do better than that. Don't pretend you aren't dying to drink your fill. We both want this.

[An offer of a truce-- for them both to get what they want. Come tomorrow they could pretend this never happened. They would return, even, and both satisfied.]

[Sorry, she cannot answer him because her mouth is full of his very big cock.

She might have been a bit more careful from the start if she weren't dreaming, but she has none of the usual worries here and so she sucks him, taking him deep in her mouth very frequently. She alternates, tries to keep it unpredictable and interesting, but she swallows him often, head bobbing faster and faster.

But she is keeping a pulse on how he is feeling, how close he is getting.]

[He cannot fault her for not answering him, when her mouth is currently occupied doing something arguably more important for him. Whether or not he will remember this, he cannot say, but he is thoroughly committed to enjoying it while it lasts regardless of the answer.

Strong hands stroke her hair; the gesture more loving than most he's allowed himself to show up until now. It is an expression of his praise for her skill.

And in letting his guard down, even his body has an easier time being honest. Any tension drains and he allows himself to revel in the full feeling of her mouth; tight and eager as it is. With it, come obvious tells that she can pick up. Such as the way his fingers will twitch in her hair mid-movement as he starts to get close. Or the slight shift in his taste as tiny drops of pre-come are taken in by her mouth.

He, however, doesn't seem keen on outright telling her; although he's allowed himself to express himself. His voice rumbles, deep, as he moans outright as her pace quickens.]

[To play a game within a game.

Now, she can acquiesce to the truce, if only for a potential better payoff later--he'll know what she's capable of and she might be more able to break him if she keeps up the pressure, uninterrupted.

On the other hand, she trusts in her skills and can tell he's unraveling so she may have already left enough of an impression on him, and she just can't help herself sometimes. Sometimes you just need to be a shit.

Still, the hands stroking her hair feel...very nice, and there's something to appreciate and tease about how he lets his guard down when he's been trying so very hard not to. It isn't all the way, but it's progress. Hmm.

No, really, she hums now, allowing him to feel the vibrations as she takes him deeper. One hand fondles his balls while the other continues to pump him. When he grows closer, closer--

She will remove her mouth with a wet pop and slow her hand down, but won't stop, she keeps him teetering on the edge, but will not permit him to fall. It's a little safe on her end because she has experience with this by this point, but everyone is different, and she is still learning his body.

Her face is the picture of innocence.]

Oh, silly me. I didn't even ask if you wanted to come! How inconsiderate of me. Really. So, did you?

[Perhaps his hope is that she will forget this when morning comes, or that it will be foggy enough to permit him to fuel his denial. But he finds being soft with her more pleasant than he expected it to be. Not that he does not find himself tensing up several times as her mouth's vibrations dance over his skin. Only that there is a loving way in which he finds himself holding her head as he finds himself drawing nearer the edge.

...only to have it taken from him the next second. The cool air on his wet cock the cruelest sign yet of her trickery.]

...ever the delightful little tease. Even now. That side of you isn't even remotely the littlest bit cute.

My my, you didn't strike me as a liar, Nite; we both know I am terribly [she kisses the head of his cock] utterly [and again] devastatingly [a long, slow lick] cute.

[She sucks the head a little, hand pumping him vigorously. She means to keep him on the edge, but without letting him tip over. She won't see her work undone.]

You didn't answer my question. Did you want to come?

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You would like to hear me beg, wouldn't you? But no, I think not. Not unless you were going to offer something a bit more satisfying.

[There's still amusement in his tone; though there's an obvious strain there that's not part of his usual sound. The flex of his muscles as he's left twitching... wanting.]

If it were to lay with you... even I might be willing to forgo my pride for a few hours.

[Her hand still works him, but she rises up to meet him, lips not far from his, her voice low, but not needing to be. There isn't anyone else around, and yet she means to make a world that's just the two of them.]

Oh, but I always satisfy, that I promise you. It's relieving to hear, isn't it...? That I can and will, when you want so very, very much.

[Ah, he wants her that badly, but of course, he does.]

Hours, he says. Can you keep my attention that long...?

Oh, but can you wait that long?

[Which of them would buckle first. Both were bubbling under the surface, scrutinizing one another to try and measure. Just to be the one with the better control. And so they continue, dancing, lust building.

In her hand he throbs; as if reminding her how impressive it's size was. Tempting...]

If you doubt me, than why not try me? I'll wager that I will have more than just your attention before long.

I can.

[Was he expecting her to say no? It's in her nature to go with the flow and where she pleases; structure, limitations, and restraint--those are work, but she never does it if it isn't well worth the effort.

Seeing him break is definitely worth it.

Yes, she is wet, yes she aches, but the pain is sweet and it would not be the first time she's set aside her body's immediate needs for a better payoff, even if her wants and moods are changeable.

There's just something about him...she doesn't want to lose to him at all.]

Maybe you will, but not before you answer me.

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Oh I want to.

[There's little point in denying it, arousal full and begging the way it is. Even with this little diversion, the tip of him is still beading; skin bright red for just how badly it yearns after coming so close.]

There are so, so many things I want to do with you.

[He reaches up and cups her cheek, pulling her closer.]

So? Will you bend me to your will? Make me beg? Make me yours?

[Despite the heady haze of her eyes, the way she affects laissez-faire (quite literally in this case), her attention on him is quite sharp and observant.

He isn't easily broken.

Oh, he admits he wants her, his cock obviously does, but either by nature or nurture he masters himself. Breaking him down won't be easy, in fact it almost might be imposs--]

All that and more.

[--a word that doesn't belong in her vocabulary; she's never shied away from a challenge.

But there's...something, a feeling, maybe she just believes in her own skills because she cannot fathom it otherwise, but she thinks she can do it. Knows she can.

She continues stroking him, languid and deceptively careful even if her hand isn't--she wants to keep him on the edge, but doesn't want him to tip over it or fall backward into safety where she'll have to start over again.

Even if there is no one else around she whispers by his ear, honey-rich and just as slow]

You want it bad too, don't you? [She kisses under it before tracing the shell of it with her tongue.] Having something of me be only yours.[She sucks the lobe.]

I wonder and wonder, Kyanite, what you could give me...what you will give me.

[She trails kisses down his jaw before coming back to his cock, licking his pre and moaning indulgently at the taste. It's not enough, not by far. She wants more for herself, but he does taste so good...]

You just have to be a bit...nicer, is all.

[She won't cheat with her powers, she'll not have it said the contest was stacked in her favour, so she doesn't weave anything into the dream to her advantage, just uses her own skill.

She returns to sucking him and the challenge here isn't trying to gauge where he is at with his arousal, it's to trying not to lose herself in the moment. He was right earlier about pretending not to like it--that was never the issue, it was trying not to love it too much. She needs to remember what she's doing and she does, but the smell and taste of him...how hot and hard he is is overwhelming and moment to moment it's a labour and a half not to chuck her challenge out the proverbial window.

She wants to touch herself, come when he does, but she needs her hands to stroke him and she won't do half the work. Her lips kiss tenderly and suck so very lewdly at his head, tongue spiraling in indulgent circles.

But every time it seems he comes close she'll stop and let go. He isn't allowed to come until he begs her.]

And how "nice" would you have me be...?

[He is curious. What would she ask of him? What is it that she longs to get from him?

It is sinful how skilled she is with her hands. Though she has never had him in her bed, she reads him like a book. No matter how he tries to hide his responses to throw her off, she plays him like a fiddle.

Again... and again... he gets close. Close enough to leak from the tip. Close enough to feel his balls clench desperately, feel his cock tense-- but he's denied.

Oh how he's denied. And every time he wants it more. Until he's imagining how she'd look with his come splayed across her skin and face. Enough that he forgets, temporarily, just what it was he was trying to hard to hold out for.]

What... what do you want?

How much do you want to come, Nite? Tell me. And say "please". Make it good so I know you mean it. I'll make it worth your while and put it wherever you want me to~

[...that is a tempting offer. He could have what he wanted-- at the price of letting her win. For a long moment he weighs the pros and cons in his head. A loss here was not the end of things.]

...then I will let you see into the depths of my heart this once.

[He'll have to work twice as hard to come back from this, but if she keeps her word-- it will have been worth it.]

As long as you swear to keep your promise, whatever it is I ask you for.

[This isn't what she meant but it's tempting to follow through with his thinking, nonetheless. She'll go with the flow with this one, see where it leads.

She doesn't think he'll ask her anything unreasonable. She knows she should set boundaries and limitations but she's curious enough to wonder what he wants and what he'll ask for without them.

Let's roll the dice and see.]

I will keep it.

[If he's to be honest and give her what she wants, then in order to make it worth his while, it's only fair that he make a request of his own. It is not orthodox-- it changes up the game a bit. But then, there were never specific rules in place to begin with. This is simply what they've done.

He leans in, whispers in her ear so sweetly--]

Then if my begging is to your satisfaction, I would have you on my lap, in my arms, with my cock-- and my come-- deep inside you.

[Let's see what she chooses to do.]

...Fine.

[Her answer is not immediate. She needs time to mull it over, consider and weigh it--it's part of the game.

This is a tremendous lie.

She might have, likely would have, given that to him for free, but she won't tell him as such. She needs to stay ahead. Let him think he's won something out of this. She's sure this will be something to laugh about much later.]

I can promise that--if you do.

[She reminds him of the stipulation to put the idea in his head that it's possible that he might not do a good enough job, that her terms are exacting and won't be done by halves.

It's a little mean, maybe, when she can't help but look forward to those very things, but he can handle that. She knows that and he's shown it.

Still, there's something to be said for earning it and she wants him to mean it, so her lips return to sucking him, head bobbing up and down as she takes his cock as deep asit will go, and then some.]

[The true secret, and perhaps the dirtiest of them all-- is that she doesn't need to work so hard to draw it from him. The thought of his "prize" is more than enough reason to mean every word. But he does not stop her from trying to earn it. The feel of it is more than worth his cheeky silence.

But he does not allow her to do it totally in vain. He holds off, allowing her to hear the full depth of his low moans; breathy and strained. He allows her to feel the tightening grip of his hands in her hair as she works over his more sensitive spots.]

I do not understand it... the deep, unending longing I feel for you. Or why you have caught my eye in a way that no one else yet has. But it burns so fiercely inside of me-- I fear the flames may swallow me alive if I do not have you.

[It is not begging in the traditional sense. It is overly wordy and deep-- yet there is a depth to those words that is not planned or perfected. They rush from his lips like unbidden secrets-- deep truths he struggled to keep locked away. They bring a fierce color to his cheeks; eyes narrowed and hungry as he watches her.]

To come at your hands would but postpone my yearning. I need a heat stronger than my own to overpower the flames. I need to have you. To take you. To feel you. Nothing else will satisfy me.

[Her senses tell her she is playing with fire.

But something is different this time, she is, for a moment, listening to the danger beyond the thrill it might pose.

This man is beyond silly in some ways, all she wanted was for him to beg and say "please" and he can't even manage that much. Instead...it sounds like he's confessing his love for her.

But that can't be.

Still, even if that weren't the case, he has obvious feelings here that, even while they play a game, would be cruel to toy with, so she won't.

Her mouth slides onto him so deeply, so wetly, sucking hard for all she's worth. She's agreed to his terms, but after so many withdrawals and teases, could she really be following through?

Yes, actually.

She takes him as deep as he'll go and deeper still before she bobs her head furiously sucking as hard as she's able to, tongue licking around and under him while her hands play with his balls. She'll see this through to the end.]

[The problem is that... that is his form of begging and saying please. He doesn't know much better. He's terribly bad at it-- but he doesn't have any experience... or at least any memories... to tell him that's not how you do it.

For all his intelligence, consider the fact that he may also be a complete idiot in some regards.

And with her giving him as he pleased, he has no reason to think that did it wrong.

He tenses again; hands curled in her hair tightly a split second before relief finally washes over him. Although she did not keep him waiting nearly as long as she could have; it's still quite abrupt the way he unloads thick stream after thick stream into her throat. His breath shakes as he exhales.]

That was.... [He clears his throat, eyes looking to the side as if he was almost... well and truly ashamed of letting her see him so weakened by desire.] Very nice. Thank you.

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