[M] When You Need Me

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River Well

    Sapphire to Ebon-gray
  • Warlord Prince
  • Played By: dergon

    Little Terreille Kaeleer
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Re: When You Need Me
« Reply #15 on: February 15, 2018, 08:27:06 AM »

More whistling as River pressed his face against Wren’s collar bone. Power pooling, spreading, at her cry. Chasing away the last, lone company they had in the inn. The owner too. Fleeing the seething power that washed over the building and then sealed it tight behind them. His.

Whistling as she tried to get away. Tightening his grip in her hips as she twisted and writhed. His. Pulled her closer, almost over the edge of the desk. Knees knocking against the front of it. There. A relief from the assault on his bones. Relief from her gnawing disappointment too.

Relief. Relief. He chased it. Into her body. Her mouth, opening his for her, giving her his tongue. Whatever she wanted. She could have ripped his teeth out one by one and he would have let her without complaint. So very good. Soft. Soft thighs to stroke. Warm, wet places to hide himself. Her mouth to drink from.

”Ahh. Sorry. Sorry.” River ground his face against her neck, following her hand down between them. Delved below the lust to her needs. That disappointment again. Unfair! He was a good boy. Teeth gritting. Kissing her neck he leaned back, so he could see. Eyes nearly closed. Her hand working his hand. River nodded, pressing the pad of his thumb just where she wanted.

The sight was almost too much. But he sank deeper. Clinging to her frustration. Let it dull the hard edge of his arousal. Sliding in and out of her beneath his hand. Thumb. From the pad down the length to the fatty muscle below. Pinching too, like he had her nipples. Eyes flicking up from his work, curious. Growing painfully hard again. The urge to bury himself in her so hard and deep she screamed inching down his spine and tightening his thighs.

”There?” River growled, watching the way one quick thrust made her breasts bounce. It was fucking magical. Wren had perfect tits, River decided.

Wren Cloverbridge

    Sapphire to Gray
  • Black Widow Queen
  • Played By: Jones

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Re: When You Need Me
« Reply #16 on: February 15, 2018, 11:05:10 AM »
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”Shhh-shh.” Wren could only shush him; words required focus she didn’t have. Even the sound she did manage was broken in half between his thrusts. Too inexperienced herself to really know how to show him better. Wishing it was, but glad the part that hurt was over. This, this was tolerable. And none of it was his fault. Chasing was what warlord princes did. Of course he chased his own pleasure, chased her escaping hips, even chased the tongue she stole with equally hungry lips. The hand not intertwined to lead his lower, stroked his hair and ear. Petting, petting, petting. Was she doing it right now?

No. It was wrong. Poor baby warlord prince. Trying so hard to please her all the time. Against his own nature in some cases. She didn’t need his apologies. They would only make her feel extra guilty. After.

At least he tried. Didn’t blame or punish her for the frustration he was feeling. He pulled away, or up really. Leaving her infinitely exposed but he was doing as she had asked. One hand on his wrist, the other stretching up and turning to curl around the far edge of the desk. Gripping tight as he drowned her in sensation. Lost to it. Shivering with every stroke. Not teasing touches, he pressed his pleasure into her.

Good. Hell consume her that was better. His growling vibrated in her chest. She blinked up at him with drowsy eyes. Watched him watching. Dropped her gaze to see for herself. Blushed and threw her arm over her eyes again, knees riding higher, almost tucked under his armpits. ”Yes.” Her answer rode a sharp moan. Spine bowing up to bring her even closer. The change of angle sending his next thrust deeper. Making her next moan louder. Bum sliding on the tabletop as she was pushed forward by his entry then dragged back. ”I love it.” She admitted in breathless hysteria, ”never stop.” She couldn’t stand it if he did and squealed because it was too much.

He could be taught. He could be. He could do it. Her mind softened into a soft whirling blur. World narrowing to nothing but the small point where his thumb rubbed and pinched. Was that noise her? Mother Night she would die of mortification. After. ”Soon, soon.” She promised, pulsing around his hardness, muscles clenching and tightening. Sure that his soon would be sooner. But at least she’d get one.

River Well

    Sapphire to Ebon-gray
  • Warlord Prince
  • Played By: dergon

    Little Terreille Kaeleer
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Re: When You Need Me
« Reply #17 on: February 15, 2018, 12:07:45 PM »

Good. Good. Listless pets that kept him from chasing those that fled. Let them run, free, safe. Alive. Kept his power confined within the inn walls. Contained. Drawing his focus back into their room. To her body. The flush across her breasts. The marks left by his sucking. Pink and fading. Wet from his kisses. The blush across her cheeks. Lips pink and wet too. Swollen. Inviting.

Arm thrown up to cover her eyes. Hiding that she had looked. River's giggle almost a sigh. Rough and low instead of high and cheerful. Full of conceit. River looked down at the knee bumping against his arm, slipped his arm around it. Used it to drag her closer, lips brushing her kneecap. Moans goading him on. Good boy River. Fingers digging into her thigh. Thumb circling and circling and circling as he drove himself into her.

She liked it better now. Chasing him chasing her. Loved it, even. Head tilting back, River shuddered. Not much longer. She liked it too much. He liked it even more. Pulling her into each thrust. His, his, his. Over and over against until his hand was nearly crushed between them. Exchanging the smooth pad of his thumb for the heel of his palm. Fingers squeezing the soft flesh above her public bone.

So hard to remember to be gentle. To not pinch. To give pleasure, pleasure for her. And not just himself. Thighs and knees bruising against the desk. His, his, his. Not too hard! But her hips lifted, inviting him deeper. And deeper he went. Breathing ragged, pale skin crimson with exertion. Not soon. Now. Now, her body inviting him in. Teasing him. A new sensation rippling down him, curling his toes in his shoes.

"Fuuuuck," River groaned, holding tighter. Her leg locked in his arm, hand a steel clamp. Pleasure turning his brain to mush and his body to ringing iron. Every muscle clenched tight and shaking. One long pulse of ecstasy that made his blood sing and his teeth open his lip. A grunt as he let go of Wren's leg, bending over her, catching himself with a hard elbow to the desk, and pulling a nipple into his mouth.

Not done yet, until she said. Hard enough, still, even after pouring himself empty into her. A little less wild perhaps, but she still felt so good. So, so good. Breath wheezing over her breast. So very good.

Wren Cloverbridge

    Sapphire to Gray
  • Black Widow Queen
  • Played By: Jones

    Little Terreille Kaeleer
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Re: When You Need Me
« Reply #18 on: February 15, 2018, 11:19:46 PM »
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Why did he make such lovely noises? Wren peeked again. Only for a second. Cocky already and he hadn’t even finished. Terrible boy! Working terrible things from her lips too. Those were not words she said! They were lines in a book that made her blush when she read it. Or something close to it.

There was no taking back, now. Any of what had passed between them. Still passed. In and out and in again. The knock of his knees against the desk. Her knee tucked in his grip. Leverage for turning thrusts into slams. Whimpers into moans and moans into more babbling of dirty words.

What was he turning her into?! Tomorrow her diary entry would not be blank. She would put on the page. To remind herself what had happened. So that a future Wren could decide if it had been for better or worse. If it needed avoiding... or doing again.

Tongue tucked tight between her teeth she rocked too. In opposite motion of his quick hips. Would regret it, she was sure. Already too warm there. She would be sore. After, after! In the now she slipped another look up at him just in time to see him tremble. That queenly possessiveness swelled up in her chest. Her boy! He looked pretty. Skin hot and glittering with the effort. Beads of sweat ran along the creases of her arms and legs too. Elbows and knees damp. Hair sticking to her forehead. Lost in concentration as he turned his hand.

Less direct, the pressure. Still good. Excellent even. Darkness help her she still loved it. Squirming she let go of logical thought, caught between needing more and less. Running back and forth over the link they shared. She could feel how close he was. Hear it in the way his breath rasped. Stiffening. Stiffer still. Stiffest. River could say dirty words too. Dragged it out on a voice that did not sound like the cheerful pup she had worked hard to avoid.

He thrust his hardest yet. Buried to the hilt. Stock still  as if he were frozen. Wren wriggled under him, hips bucking for her own release. Couldn’t let it get away while he recovered! Then he was back. Over her again, close enough for the hot zinc of his blood to draw her lips to his mouth. Slow deep kisses to compliment slower, deeper penetration. Her knees both wrapped tight around his waist now. Shaking sighs on every breath. Her turn! It was her turn.

She clutched at him. All of him. Arms both wrapped around his head, legs hard and tight. Muscles drawing tight. A whimper before she sucked in a breath and held it. Hitched in her chest while she waited. Still as death before her climax ripped right through her soul and psyche. Barriers expanding and contracting. Clattering emotions bounding from River’s shield around her Web. Harmless, but it felt exciting. Made her hands tremble. Or maybe that was him. Making her body shake as it finally eased, limp. Head swimming now before she remembered to breath again, ”River.”

Mother. Night.

River Well

    Sapphire to Ebon-gray
  • Warlord Prince
  • Played By: dergon

    Little Terreille Kaeleer
    46 Posts    39 marks
Re: When You Need Me
« Reply #19 on: February 16, 2018, 08:03:36 AM »

River ignored the urge to press his hand flat into Wren's stomach. To pin her tight to the desk as she writhed, hold her still while he came. Sated, almost unforgivingly so. Teeth flashing, their edges bloody, pink around the gums. But that was his queen, the queen he was supposed to be satisfying, as she'd asked. So instead, River stretched out in her barriers, and over her body.

To finish the job.

Wren drawing him up for kisses. Slow, hot kisses unlike those he was used to. Lazy almost. River breathed her in, every sigh tickling the back of his throat. This was good too, he realized. Aware of every part she touched. Calves against his back. Wishing he'd managed to get all of his shirt off so he could feel them against his skin. Next time, he promised, he'd get them both all the way naked.

His Jewel warm, caught between their bodies, crushed like Wren's breasts to his chest. She was clinging, arms sliding around his head and neck, pressing him into her. Eyebrow to eyebrow. River chased her mounting pleasure, watching, feeling, it play out through her body. Felt it too, squeezing his. Not just with her arms and legs. But elsewhere.

That same sensation that had sent him over the edge. Wren's pleasure, he recognized it now. Wren's orgasm.

River slid his hand up over her stomach, and then around her. Wren's body drawn so tight it wrung a whimper from her lips, and lifted her from the desk. Just enough room for him to slide his arm under the small of her back. To hold her too, fingers fanning open along her side. It was better than his own. Sharp as a keen blade, a broken damn. His inner webs stinging with the force of it.

Closing his eyes, River pressed a kiss to Wren's cheek, and then his face to hers, free hand slipping under her head. Fingers into her hair. Almost hard again from the feedback of her pleasure. His name on her lips as it unwound, easing all the tense muscles in her body. River grinned, nuzzling her neck with a purr that rattled around in his skinny chest.

He stayed that way for a moment. Hugging her sated body close, half petting her hair. Waiting until things relaxed, unwilling to actually pull out until there was nothing left to hold him in. Only then did he slowly unwrap her from his arms. Just one at first, so he could do up his pants, the other wiping blood from her lip with a thumb, fingers still cupping her jaw.

"Lets get you to bed." River murmured, pushing himself away from the desk. Hands gripping the edge as the world spun dizzily around him. Giggling, River rubbed his head and shrugged. "Well." Taking back some the power swirling in his shields, River picked her up. Just like he had her mother. Legs draped over one arm, shoulders and head supported by the other. Made more awkward by the desk, making him giggle more.

Mostly wrangling her with craft because his body felt more useless than usual. Tin tremors running through it. But it wasn't far to the bed. Nearly dropping her in it.

"Sorry. Sorry." River rasped, pressing his forehead between her breasts, breathless. Achingly slowly, he crawled in after her. Sprawling out at her side, eyes staring at the ceiling as he tried to piece himself back together. Scattered and tangled up with Wren. "Ah," he started before falling silent, not sure what he'd been about to say.

Wren Cloverbridge

    Sapphire to Gray
  • Black Widow Queen
  • Played By: Jones

    Little Terreille Kaeleer
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Re: When You Need Me
« Reply #20 on: February 16, 2018, 10:42:23 AM »
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More strange River noises. Purring, she realized, grinning just a little as he breathed against her neck again. Gentle and placid now that he was spent. More feline than rambunctious pup. Rubbing his face here and there. Petting at the tangles of her ruined braids.

She could see it in the way he grinned. Insufferable. He would be absolutely pretentious after this. Not for too long, or too blatantly she hoped. Chest already twisting at the thought of people knowing. Why it mattered to her so much she wasn’t sure. The line between Escort and Consort often blurred when there where bonds and possessiveness to complicate things. But matter it did. Not, she admitted, so that it had happened, or that it had happened with River. More the circumstance. It was another slip to add to the growing list. Further evidence of what happened when she let her emotions reign.

A new set of feelings pressed in on her. Or tried to. Kept a bay a bit longer by his embrace. Untangling their bodies slowly. What had been virile and erotic a moment before now uncomfortably wet. Distraction in the form of his smooth thumb pad crossing her lip. She leaned into the touch of his fingers at her cheek. Not ready to be flustered and fussed over yet. Kissed back the tinge of blood he had tried to swipe away. Tongue flicking over his finger where the taste of both their salt waited.

He pulled up and away from the arms she still draped across his back. Catching at his chest when he rose too fast. ”Alright?” She asked, smoothing the still pink skin under her palms. Fingerstips exploring the terrain under his skin. Thin slivers of muscle over hollow bones. Hungry, hungry boy. Then she yelped, lifted into his arms without warning. ”River! I can walk.”

But he enjoyed it, she thought. Giggling as he struggled to hoist her up, and keep her in his arms. Shivering still. Tired? Food hungry? She stroked the side of his face just before he settled her, a bit roughly, on the mattress. Something snapped, an intangible something in her chest as he rested his head against her. Hot tears spilling from the corners of her eyes.

She brushed at them, puzzled at the stream. Too many to hide or wipe away before he had crawled in by her side. So she didn’t hide them, but she managed not to sob either. Quiet tears that dampened the bed sheets and clung to her hair as she sucked in shaky breaths. All the emotion she had struggled to contain spilling over now. One form of release causing another. Her barriers vibrated, wanting to close but straining around River. Guarding her most private self always her first reaction.

When she was able she sniffled her voice clear Wren tried to reassure him, ”I’m fine. Really.” Her fingers curled up around his arm, chin tucked by his shoulder. Dewy eyes staring at his Jewel since she couldn’t meet his gaze; hoping he knew this wasn’t his fault either. He would think she was some sort of fool, or crazy person, she was sure.

The crying felt nice though.

River Well

    Sapphire to Ebon-gray
  • Warlord Prince
  • Played By: dergon

    Little Terreille Kaeleer
    46 Posts    39 marks
Re: [M] When You Need Me
« Reply #21 on: February 19, 2018, 08:40:58 AM »

"I'm fine." Great. Wonderful. Her pink tongue setting his body to twitching again when she'd put it to his thumb. Carefully trying not to think of her putting it to other things. Easy enough when he had to concentrate on not dropping her, or squeezing her to death. A task easier done with his Sapphire than his Ebon-grey. Kissing her temple when he couldn't stand still for her exploring fingers any longer.

"So can I." Cheeks folding into a grin. He'd walk for both of them this time. Harder than he expected it to be. Her skirts trying to trip him. They slithered between his thighs and circled around his calves. Living things trying to entrap him. Inviting him in. Heavy things that held secrets he hadn't imagine. The same but very not the same. Face pressed into the hard bone that protected her heart, fingers working the bed clothes. A moment to collect his breath before he crawled in next to her.

A moment that stretched out. Lost with his eyes turned upward. It was the change in her barriers that alerted him more than the change in her breathing. Slowly River rolled, head propped up on one hand, forehead creased as he looked down at her. Watching palms and fingers swiping ineffectually at the tears that streamed down her face. Confused, River fought against her for a moment, trying to keep his place, linked with her. Probes tumbling out, trying to find the hurt.

"Did I hurt you?" He had tried not to! Struggling still, until he sang off his own shield. Biting down, River retreated. Knew better than to go thrashing about behind someone's barriers. "I'm sorry!" Rapid breathing as he panicked. He'd killed her! But she didn't feel dead. Or even sore. Probes gentler now, on the outside. Groaning, River pulled her closer, looping an arm around her shoulders. Squeezing her tight and burying his face in her hair.

Fine, she said. And he'd have to believe her.

"If you're sure." Fighting with his half-off shirt as he tried to get comfortable. Curling his body around hers. His Wren. Whistling, River vanished the damned thing from his body, and kicked the spare blanket folded at the end of the bed up. Close enough that he could yank it over them. Tuck it around Wren's exposed skin. Soft breasts pressed against him. They were the most beautiful breasts he'd ever seen.

Much more cheerful than the rest of her, he thought with a grin.

"Do you want to sleep now? I'll stay up in case... I'll stay up."

Wren Cloverbridge

    Sapphire to Gray
  • Black Widow Queen
  • Played By: Jones

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Re: When You Need Me
« Reply #22 on: February 21, 2018, 09:37:54 PM »
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Wren shook her head in answer. Voice lost to the swell of emotion. To prove it she relented to his anxious probes. Wren tried not to fight the frantic inspection. Physically she was calm. Slipping into the warmth of his arms. Face pressed to his shoulder as he clung to hers. In that pocket of space her breathing sounded harsher. But the smell of him was stronger there too.

On the inside she was rattled. By the weight of all that had happened in the last few weeks; all that bottled emotion. And by his shuffling too. Barriers vibrating as he tossed her for damage. Saved from causing any by his own shields.

Curling her fingers against his chest Wren tried to settle. All of herself. ”I’m sure. I’ve just... it’s been a lot on my mind. And that was...” Words! What words could she possibly use to describe that? They were hardly finished and she already wanted to hide from him forever. All the parts of her he had seen. Touched! Darkness have mercy. ”helpful. It was helpful.”

True enough. She felt better. Less heavy even though none of her problems had changed. Shuffling closer a bit she closed her watery eyes. Now that he had said the word she realized how tired she felt. ”Maybe. For a little while. I don’t think anyone is getting near this inn until we leave though. If you want to rest.”

Just a little while. Then she needed a bath. They would both need feeding. And she had no idea if there was anything in the kitchens they might manage on their own.
 

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