wotanon | Dreamers After Dark (VII)

[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.

[Oh.

Oh, she drinks him down, letting him settle on her tongue and he sears her so wonderfully, all the way down. She moans as she samples and indulges in the warmth. He tastes so good and feels so hot. She just cannot get enough of him--

But every good thing must come to an end. She tries not to be drunk on him, but it's a challenge. She licks her lips and has half a mind to thank him for the meal.

Instead she sighs pleasantly.]

You suck at begging.

[She says with flat amusement and kisses his cheek with no small amount of tenderness.]

But I suck better~

[ She is breathtaking as she drinks him down; to hear her moan makes him want more. What other beautiful noises would she make if the two of them—-

Kyanite needs to catch his breath. Regain his calm. She certainly undid him there for a moment. ]

What a humble mistress. I’m sorry my skills are not to your standards. You see, I can’t say I recall ever having done so before.

[ It is a weak excuse and they both know it. It is no lie, however. It never occurs to him to lie and say something more clever. ]

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It's okay, I'll be sure to teach you. I see a lot of it in your future.

[Is that throwing down the gauntlet? It's throwing down the gauntlet.]

But you should be careful, I might make you call me that~ But for starters...

[She's still stroking his cock, ah is he still hard after all that? How marvelous and powerful. She's in for some fun, she thinks. She wonders how much he can stand!]

It is all about casting off the fetters of shame and restraint, something that can be easy or difficult depending on your personality--I imagine harder for you--but if I'm, for instance, doing a good enough job, it is worth throwing aside your pride.

[And giving it to her, really. It's hard not to feel smug at the prospect--she already does, because even if the method was terrible, the sentiment was very genuine. It's why she accepted it, in the end.]

[Lily suddenly looks desperate and positively starved, her skin flushed crimson as she leans closer to his cock, licking the tip and whimpering. It's as though she hasn't had anything in so long and the only thing that can satiate her is his approval, attention, and love.

That is the force behind her eyes.

She presses her glistening breasts together and worries her lip, moaning.]

P-please, Master Kyanite! I'll be your very good girl. Please--I-I'll do anything, anything at all! I'm yours for whatever you want! I need you so badly, just you--please!

[And she's back to her casual self, smiling!]

You know. Like that.

[She sucks the tip of his cock briefly, letting it go with a fun, wet Pop! noise]

[ He is still hard— and getting harder yet as her demonstration proves to have a powerful effect over him; grasping his attention and holding it prisoner. In that moment he could not take his eyes off her. ]

I... ah. I see. Quite the skilled actress, Miss Lilith.

[ But it proved well that his attempt was rather... lacking. He doubts it was half as entertaining as her act was for him. ]

I do my best. Anyway, I am teasing you a little bit. You could stand to say "please" more, but everyone is also different. The point is I could tell it cost you something to admit what you did and that's the delight of it, sometimes. It all depends on the people involved and the circumstances.

[She glides up his body, barely-clothed breasts pressing against his chest.]

But a promise is a promise. [Her voice lowers as she begins to divest him of his remaining clothes. She does not bother to hide her appreciative stares as more and more of him is properly revealed. He's beautiful and strong, an ideal made flesh.]

How do you want me, Nite? Do you want me to ride you for all I'm worth, watching my breasts bounce as I dance on your cock? Or should I know my place beneath you, humbled by your perfection? Or would you chase mystery, having me on all fours and away from you? Leaving you to wonder what expression I'm making as you fuck me.

[Lily indulgently runs her hands along her sides, moving forward as they run over her breasts and then she hooks her thumbs beneath the straps of her nightgown, watching him the entire while as she slowly, slowly, begins to draw them down her arms, breasts revealing themselves little by aching little--

until she snaps the straps up on her shoulders.]

Any of that or others are your choice.

[ The genuine explanation catches him further off guard as she continues to do so often. His smile is soft as he listens. He still cannot read her for all the parts and pieces he has seen. The puzzle remains. But each piece he uncovers is exciting, delighting him for all that it also frustrates him as he tries to connect them.

But he had not forgotten for one moment her promise, though he did question whether she meant to keep it. And truthfully, he would have no right to complain, even if she left him partially unsatisfied.

Until now it had never occurred to him, for he had yet to unlock that box before he met her. But his desires ran deep-- his lust a well that was slow to drain. He wondered if she would be surprised, if he let her find out for herself just how much he had to offer.

As she toys with her body, his eyes burn into her, following every tantalizing motion. His arms circle lightly around her, pulling her to him, pressing her body against his. Through the silky brush of the nightgown he feels her body press against his own; his cock trapped between them.

Eyes still alight with fire, he kisses her shoulder, her neck, and then when they are again face to face-- ]

To chase you is to chase mystery. For all that it thrills, now... I would see you ride me-- bask in the expressions you make for me and have you bear witness to the expressions you have caused.

[The answers to mysteries are often anti-climatic. It's the chase. The unknown. The wonder.

And a thought occurs to her he will tire of her when he knows enough about her.

Well, then. She can either keep him guessing or enjoy this while it lasts or both.

She has to keep her breathing regular when he stares at her so intensely. Honestly, this game they play...she is certain to win it if she hasn't already. There is no way he knows how deeply he looks at her. Silly man, doesn't he know to play his cards closer than that?

And yet. And yet. Maybe that is his play, to burn her in the bright fires of honest desire and win with an open hand anyway; it's not like it matters if she knows he has a winning one. She still loses. It's funny. She thinks he's rather honest, so far, and yet there's a little mystery (a lot, actually) to him, too.

Lily wills her panties away and in so doing denies him of her own truth: that they were so wet with her desire they'd been bled through and started to glisten because of it.

But he'll know after a fashion, and lifts her hips up, rubbing her slit against his head, back and forth, back and forth. She's so wet, she starts to drip along his head. She's curious to see what he'll do...take her like he's said or wait.]

[ What is she thinking? Oh he longs to know. She fascinates him endlessly.

He does not think he would enjoy this game if it were anyone else. Even in losing, there is always something worthy gained. Not that it made accepting that there were losses on his record any less unpleasant.

He takes himself in his hand and rubs his shaft between her lips, only to tease her clit with the tip of his cock. Her arousal coats him, and he strokes himself with it; so sweet and thick. ]

Do you prefer this kind of pace? To long and yet deny yourself until you ache?

[ The proof of her desire laid bare, he feels at ease with his steady motions. He teases her with the feel of his girth sliding past her lips-- so close and yet always sliding past her entrance. ]

Mmm...well, does it matter? You're going to please me anyway, aren't you...?

[He teases her so sweetly and she can't say she minds it. She knows, intimately, how hot he can be, but feeling her there is another dimension to the sensation. She should have his heat both ways, in both ends.]

[ He laughs shortly. ]

A simple yes or no would suffice.

[ Well, she was no help at all. So he supposes it is up to him to do as he pleases. His free hand curls at her hip and slowly, ever so slowly, he begins to push the head inside of her. Bit by bit he starts to fill her; the sharp intake of his breath his only testament to the way he feels as her walls slide down around him.

Buried as deep as he can be, he wraps his arms around her and holds her to his chest. He lets her feel the way his heart beats erratically, and the way his body simply radiates heat. ]

I may be terrible at begging, but you my dear are terrible at simple honesty.

Ah...

[He moves slowly, but somehow, that's far more intense in some ways than if he'd just thrust in quickly. Each wet inch of her body has to acclimate to the heat and hardness of him as she's stretched to make way for his very impressive length.

And he just keeps going.

She shudders as he buries himself to the hilt inside her, but what really undoes her in another fashion is how he wraps his arms around her. He's so warm...hot, even. Her breath catches in her throat a moment. He's so proud and yet he'll do things like hold her]

A lady should have a little mystery~

Perhaps... but in moments of intimacy, your honest reactions are far more desireable.

[ And he does watch her ever so closely. It is when her face flushes and she finds herself gasping over the slow intensity of their union, that she is her hottest. He wants to see more of it.

Kyanite slowly rolls his hips, rocking his length ever so slightly inside of her. ]

Your expression is so lovely right now. As though you've wanted this for quite some time.

H-hmmm...maybe you'll get to see more if you keep that up...

[sooner than he thinks, it seems, because when he tells her she's lovely, she blushes a little. She knows she is, but hearing it from him is different somehow.

Lily also begins to roll her hips, keeping the slow pace. It seems she wasn't being poetically hyperbolic about dancing either, because the way her hips move definitely draws the eye. Her entire body rolls into it and she cannot help but moan.]

You're so hot, Nite...I've never...

[it feels like he'll burn inside her and they've only just begun.]

How can anyone feel like this...?

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 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.]

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