Adrenaline Rushmusical_jayOctober 11 2010, 19:30:47 UTC
He had her pinned to the tree, barely cushioned by the material of his cloak and hers - panted in her ear, as he smoothed her skirts high, almost ripping the lavender cotton in his haste -
"Need - need you," he gasped, adrenaline making his fingers clumsy.
She could only nod, quickly making work of his sword belt and the laces on his breeches, dipping lower to wrap her hand around his cock. He growled, slamming her against the oak, jerking one leg high around his waist. Words were mumbled, punctuated with his hips, she could only moan in counterpoint as he slammed into her -
Her hands scrambled against his shoulders, trying to find purchase against the chain mail - she tilted her hips against him, crying out as he sank deeper, hitting that spot each time he pounded into her. The memory of the chasing bandits faded, only the sounds of their skin coming together in rhythmic slaps, the whispering of the leaves, the rough texture of the bark against her back -
His fingers dug sharply into the back of her knee, spreading her wider for him - his feet kept fumbling, against the crumbling dirt as he tried to anchor himself, so he could take her harder -
She buried her face in his exposed neck, muffling her cries against the echo of the forest - he was splitting her open, hard as iron within her, she didn't want him to stop his assault even if the entire bandit camp discovered them -
Desperately, he surged against her, she was so tight, so close, so close, so close -
Her fingers slid between them, slippery, curiously, until she found the nub between her legs - she threw her head back and screamed, voice echoing in his ear and around the forest, seizing around him in a hot rush as he followed with a broken groan. He collapsed against her, pressing his forehead to the rough bark, inhaling the scent of leaves and earth and sex.
"Need - need you," he gasped, adrenaline making his fingers clumsy.
She could only nod, quickly making work of his sword belt and the laces on his breeches, dipping lower to wrap her hand around his cock. He growled, slamming her against the oak, jerking one leg high around his waist. Words were mumbled, punctuated with his hips, she could only moan in counterpoint as he slammed into her -
Her hands scrambled against his shoulders, trying to find purchase against the chain mail - she tilted her hips against him, crying out as he sank deeper, hitting that spot each time he pounded into her. The memory of the chasing bandits faded, only the sounds of their skin coming together in rhythmic slaps, the whispering of the leaves, the rough texture of the bark against her back -
His fingers dug sharply into the back of her knee, spreading her wider for him - his feet kept fumbling, against the crumbling dirt as he tried to anchor himself, so he could take her harder -
She buried her face in his exposed neck, muffling her cries against the echo of the forest - he was splitting her open, hard as iron within her, she didn't want him to stop his assault even if the entire bandit camp discovered them -
Desperately, he surged against her, she was so tight, so close, so close, so close -
Her fingers slid between them, slippery, curiously, until she found the nub between her legs - she threw her head back and screamed, voice echoing in his ear and around the forest, seizing around him in a hot rush as he followed with a broken groan. He collapsed against her, pressing his forehead to the rough bark, inhaling the scent of leaves and earth and sex.
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