Re: Virgin Femshep/Thane 4/?
anonymous
September 21 2014, 16:51:23 UTC
Sliding first one finger, then his two webbed ones, in and out of her slowly, his lips and tongue explore her folds. She writhes beneath him and he clamps on with his mouth so he can move along with her. Breathy moans growing ever higher in pitch tell him he's on the right track, and he's sure she's close.
The circles he's making with his tongue become smaller and smaller, until he finally connects with her clit at the same time that he thrusts his fingers deep inside her. Her own fingers twist and grip in the sheets; her back arches wildly. Her beautifully desperate cries turn hoarse and erratic, she grinds into his mouth as he suckles her, and she comes with a jerk of her hips and an explosive moan.
She twitches slightly as he's bringing her down, softening the touch of his tongue but still licking lightly, easing his hand back and resting it on her thigh. When her breathing begins to slow, he leaves one last chaste kiss in her curly hair before moving up to lie next to her.
She's still got her eyes closed, only opening them and turning to look at him when he touches his palm to her cheek. "How do you feel?"
"Like we should have done that a long time ago," she mutters. She blinks, surprised at her own answer, but grins and laughs, then stretches up to kiss him. It makes him happier than he would have guessed to see her like this, comfortable and relaxed with him, her earlier apprehension now gone.
Braver, too, he realizes -- she's rolled on her side to face him and one hand is roaming his body even as her lips are still on his. He breaks the kiss to look at her, and this time she meets his eye with a look of curious intent; she wants to explore him, discover the shape of him, and she's determined to do so. She reaches the flat plane of his stomach but goes no further, scraping her nails across his scales and then resting her hand there.
His hips push forward, wanting her, and she leans in to hover above his frills, close enough that he can feel her hot breath on the soft skin when she speaks in a low, husky voice.
"Do you want me to touch you?"
His reply is wordless. Another growl escapes him and his hand moves of its own accord, grabbing hers and pulling, wrapping her fingers around his cock. She looks down at their joined hands while he uses them to pump slowly, deliberately; a soft hum of pleasure issues from her throat. He squeezes her hand on his cock into a tighter grip, making sure she knows how hard he is.
"Do you feel that, siha?" he rumbles. "That is what you do to me." A sharp intake of breath is released as a sigh, and she nods, squeezing again herself. He lets go, raising his hand to stroke her freckled shoulder, leaving her to her devices.
She lets go, too, and he stirs at the loss of her touch, his eyes searching hers for any uncertainty that might have returned there; he finds none. Instead she's smiling, reassuring him this time.
"I want to see you," she explains. His chest thrums with pleasure in answer. "In fact..."
It seems she has decided she needs a better vantage point for whatever she's about to do. Slipping down, she brings her head level with his hips before she gets back to work. Eyes roam along with her hands as she drags a fingertip over the scales that cover his hips and surround his cock. Their color gradually changes; emerald green becomes creamy yellow which turns to a soft pink around his base, the skin of his length quickly flushing darker to match his frills. She delights in it, mimicking the spiral pattern of his ridges with her touch.
"God, Thane," she says with wonder, "it's-- you're beautiful."
He chuckles quietly, so low he's not even sure she can hear it. The thrumming in his chest has changed; where before it was a simple sound of pleasure, now it has become a harmony of tones expressing amusement, affection, love. He knows her ears aren't able to understand it, and resolves to make sure he expresses it to her every day, by whatever means necessary. She should never doubt what she means to him, how he feels about her, that he will always be hers.
The circles he's making with his tongue become smaller and smaller, until he finally connects with her clit at the same time that he thrusts his fingers deep inside her. Her own fingers twist and grip in the sheets; her back arches wildly. Her beautifully desperate cries turn hoarse and erratic, she grinds into his mouth as he suckles her, and she comes with a jerk of her hips and an explosive moan.
She twitches slightly as he's bringing her down, softening the touch of his tongue but still licking lightly, easing his hand back and resting it on her thigh. When her breathing begins to slow, he leaves one last chaste kiss in her curly hair before moving up to lie next to her.
She's still got her eyes closed, only opening them and turning to look at him when he touches his palm to her cheek. "How do you feel?"
"Like we should have done that a long time ago," she mutters. She blinks, surprised at her own answer, but grins and laughs, then stretches up to kiss him. It makes him happier than he would have guessed to see her like this, comfortable and relaxed with him, her earlier apprehension now gone.
Braver, too, he realizes -- she's rolled on her side to face him and one hand is roaming his body even as her lips are still on his. He breaks the kiss to look at her, and this time she meets his eye with a look of curious intent; she wants to explore him, discover the shape of him, and she's determined to do so. She reaches the flat plane of his stomach but goes no further, scraping her nails across his scales and then resting her hand there.
His hips push forward, wanting her, and she leans in to hover above his frills, close enough that he can feel her hot breath on the soft skin when she speaks in a low, husky voice.
"Do you want me to touch you?"
His reply is wordless. Another growl escapes him and his hand moves of its own accord, grabbing hers and pulling, wrapping her fingers around his cock. She looks down at their joined hands while he uses them to pump slowly, deliberately; a soft hum of pleasure issues from her throat. He squeezes her hand on his cock into a tighter grip, making sure she knows how hard he is.
"Do you feel that, siha?" he rumbles. "That is what you do to me." A sharp intake of breath is released as a sigh, and she nods, squeezing again herself. He lets go, raising his hand to stroke her freckled shoulder, leaving her to her devices.
She lets go, too, and he stirs at the loss of her touch, his eyes searching hers for any uncertainty that might have returned there; he finds none. Instead she's smiling, reassuring him this time.
"I want to see you," she explains. His chest thrums with pleasure in answer. "In fact..."
It seems she has decided she needs a better vantage point for whatever she's about to do. Slipping down, she brings her head level with his hips before she gets back to work. Eyes roam along with her hands as she drags a fingertip over the scales that cover his hips and surround his cock. Their color gradually changes; emerald green becomes creamy yellow which turns to a soft pink around his base, the skin of his length quickly flushing darker to match his frills. She delights in it, mimicking the spiral pattern of his ridges with her touch.
"God, Thane," she says with wonder, "it's-- you're beautiful."
He chuckles quietly, so low he's not even sure she can hear it. The thrumming in his chest has changed; where before it was a simple sound of pleasure, now it has become a harmony of tones expressing amusement, affection, love. He knows her ears aren't able to understand it, and resolves to make sure he expresses it to her every day, by whatever means necessary. She should never doubt what she means to him, how he feels about her, that he will always be hers.
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