Don't tell me your name [NC-17]
Category: Pink Sheep RPG
Ernie sat in the back of the darkened pub, eyes scanning the other occupants as he nursed an ale. It had been a long day and he was looking to unwind. Somewhere where he could be alone for five bloody minutes without being held accountable to anyone or for anything.
Green eyes lit on the handsome dark haired bloke, tucked into the back booth as he sipped on a lager. Oh yes, he'll definitely do. Heels clicked lightly on the polished wooden floor, and she could practically feel the collective eyes of the pub on her long, long legs as she moved towards him, sliding into the booth across from him.
"You looked lonely," she said with a sultry smile. "Mind if I join you?"
He raised an eyebrow and a wry smile moved over his lips. "Looks like you already have."
"I suppose it does. I'm Marie," she said, offering him her hand.
"I'm Ernie." He took her hand gently, holding it for a moment.
She leaned in a bit closer, her hand still in his and sure that her fantastic cleavage was proudly on display. "So, what brings you here all alone, Ernie?"
He looked down - he was too much of a man to not look - but he looked back up quickly, flushing guiltily. "Just getting away."
Her lips curled as she flashed a glance at his wedding band. "Wife getting to be too much?" she queried, her voice low and smooth.
"No, of course not. She's out of town for the weekend, visiting family," he felt compelled to add.
Marie nodded, her shoulder length red hair sliding along her shoulders seductively. "How she left you behind, I just do not understand." Her green eyes traced his shoulders and down to his chest, her hands practically itching to explore the skin underneath his shirt.
His lips quirked into another half smile and he lifted the bottle to his lips. "Neither do I." His eyes moved over her again and he couldn't help but note that he was in the presence of a very beautiful woman. Not as beautiful as his Lisa, but lovely nonetheless.
"Well, her mistake is my pleasure." Her eyes flickered downwards before she glanced up at him through her long lashes, a coy smile on her face.
For the moment it was, anyway. He felt guilty enough as it was, just being around her. As soon as he finished his drink, he would leave. "I'm going to have to leave pretty soon, but can I buy you a drink while I'm here?"
"Thank you, but I'm not particularly thirsty." Her long, lacquered nails traced designs on the worn wood of the table. Her pink tongue darted out to lick her lips as she caught his gaze, green eyes gazing at him seductively. "I wouldn't mind something else, though."
"What did you have in mind?" He was treading on thin ice; he knew it, but he couldn't make himself get up and leave.
She leaned in closer, a wicked smile on her lips. "I think you already know."
Ernie smiled slowly, leaning in as well. "I think you might be right."
Mind made up, Marie slid out of the booth and pulled Ernie out after her. She didn't say anything, just led the pair back behind the bar and through a door into a small hallway. She quickly charmed the door locked behind them and threw up a silencing charm. Preliminaries out of the way, she pushed him up against the wall and fused her lips to his.
His hands slid down to her hips and gripped as her mouth attached to his. He turned them quickly, pressing her back against the rough wood of the wall. One hand moved lower, gripping her thigh and hitching her leg up around his waist.
She gasped against his lips as one hand slid up under her skirt, fingers splaying out over the smooth skin of her thighs. Her own hands immediately went to the fastenings on his trousers, making quick work of the button and zip there in her impatience to get to what lay underneath.
Ernie growled as clever fingers slid into his pants and gripped his cock. His lips broke from hers to slide down her neck, sucking and biting at the pale skin.
Pressing her body against his, she pushed her hips against his, hands pulling his trousers and boxers further down. She wanted him, wanted him now.
His fingers curled in the waistband of the lacy knickers she was wearing and with a sharp tug, the spiderweb of lace came apart in his hands. One hand was braced on the wall next to her head and the other moved down to lift her other leg around his waist, thrusting up into her.
"Oh fuck yes," she moaned, throwing her head back as she clenched around him. Her hands fisted in his hair, pulling his lips to the skin of her neck as she squeezed her thighs around him, moaning in pleasure.
Ernie sank his teeth into Marie's neck, nearly hard enough to break the skin as he thrust roughly into her. Her inner muscles clenched around him, making him moan and lave the bite mark on her neck with his tongue.
She cried out, her eyes practically rolling to the back of her head as the thrill of his bite washed over her system. "More," she gasped, pushing harder against him. "More."
One hand slid between her legs to pinch and play with her clit as each thrust slammed her back against the rough wooden wall. "Come," he rasped against the skin on her neck.
Marie screamed as her climax overtook her, her inner muscles clenching and fluttering around him as her body shuddered. He continued to thrust within her, pushing her quickly into a second orgasm.
Ernie groaned harshly, grinding his hips against hers as he came.
As his hips stilled against hers, the redhead let a small, satisfied smile grace her lips. "You're just as much fun as I thought you'd be," she practically purred.
He laughed softly and kissed the side of her neck, drawing back to look at her. He brushed the hair out of her eyes and smiled. "And you're beautiful, though I do prefer you as a blonde," he replied, leaning forward to brush his lips across hers.
With a grin, she pulled out her wand and whispered the reverse incantation. Her shoulder length, straight red tresses lengthed, curling into waves as it lightened back to its natural blonde, and her eyes bled from green-gold back to blue.
Lisa leaned in to kiss her husband as she unlocked her legs from around his waist. "Take me home, husband."
"I believe I will, wife."
Ernie sat in the back of the darkened pub, eyes scanning the other occupants as he nursed an ale. It had been a long day and he was looking to unwind. Somewhere where he could be alone for five bloody minutes without being held accountable to anyone or for anything.
Green eyes lit on the handsome dark haired bloke, tucked into the back booth as he sipped on a lager. Oh yes, he'll definitely do. Heels clicked lightly on the polished wooden floor, and she could practically feel the collective eyes of the pub on her long, long legs as she moved towards him, sliding into the booth across from him.
"You looked lonely," she said with a sultry smile. "Mind if I join you?"
He raised an eyebrow and a wry smile moved over his lips. "Looks like you already have."
"I suppose it does. I'm Marie," she said, offering him her hand.
"I'm Ernie." He took her hand gently, holding it for a moment.
She leaned in a bit closer, her hand still in his and sure that her fantastic cleavage was proudly on display. "So, what brings you here all alone, Ernie?"
He looked down - he was too much of a man to not look - but he looked back up quickly, flushing guiltily. "Just getting away."
Her lips curled as she flashed a glance at his wedding band. "Wife getting to be too much?" she queried, her voice low and smooth.
"No, of course not. She's out of town for the weekend, visiting family," he felt compelled to add.
Marie nodded, her shoulder length red hair sliding along her shoulders seductively. "How she left you behind, I just do not understand." Her green eyes traced his shoulders and down to his chest, her hands practically itching to explore the skin underneath his shirt.
His lips quirked into another half smile and he lifted the bottle to his lips. "Neither do I." His eyes moved over her again and he couldn't help but note that he was in the presence of a very beautiful woman. Not as beautiful as his Lisa, but lovely nonetheless.
"Well, her mistake is my pleasure." Her eyes flickered downwards before she glanced up at him through her long lashes, a coy smile on her face.
For the moment it was, anyway. He felt guilty enough as it was, just being around her. As soon as he finished his drink, he would leave. "I'm going to have to leave pretty soon, but can I buy you a drink while I'm here?"
"Thank you, but I'm not particularly thirsty." Her long, lacquered nails traced designs on the worn wood of the table. Her pink tongue darted out to lick her lips as she caught his gaze, green eyes gazing at him seductively. "I wouldn't mind something else, though."
"What did you have in mind?" He was treading on thin ice; he knew it, but he couldn't make himself get up and leave.
She leaned in closer, a wicked smile on her lips. "I think you already know."
Ernie smiled slowly, leaning in as well. "I think you might be right."
Mind made up, Marie slid out of the booth and pulled Ernie out after her. She didn't say anything, just led the pair back behind the bar and through a door into a small hallway. She quickly charmed the door locked behind them and threw up a silencing charm. Preliminaries out of the way, she pushed him up against the wall and fused her lips to his.
His hands slid down to her hips and gripped as her mouth attached to his. He turned them quickly, pressing her back against the rough wood of the wall. One hand moved lower, gripping her thigh and hitching her leg up around his waist.
She gasped against his lips as one hand slid up under her skirt, fingers splaying out over the smooth skin of her thighs. Her own hands immediately went to the fastenings on his trousers, making quick work of the button and zip there in her impatience to get to what lay underneath.
Ernie growled as clever fingers slid into his pants and gripped his cock. His lips broke from hers to slide down her neck, sucking and biting at the pale skin.
Pressing her body against his, she pushed her hips against his, hands pulling his trousers and boxers further down. She wanted him, wanted him now.
His fingers curled in the waistband of the lacy knickers she was wearing and with a sharp tug, the spiderweb of lace came apart in his hands. One hand was braced on the wall next to her head and the other moved down to lift her other leg around his waist, thrusting up into her.
"Oh fuck yes," she moaned, throwing her head back as she clenched around him. Her hands fisted in his hair, pulling his lips to the skin of her neck as she squeezed her thighs around him, moaning in pleasure.
Ernie sank his teeth into Marie's neck, nearly hard enough to break the skin as he thrust roughly into her. Her inner muscles clenched around him, making him moan and lave the bite mark on her neck with his tongue.
She cried out, her eyes practically rolling to the back of her head as the thrill of his bite washed over her system. "More," she gasped, pushing harder against him. "More."
One hand slid between her legs to pinch and play with her clit as each thrust slammed her back against the rough wooden wall. "Come," he rasped against the skin on her neck.
Marie screamed as her climax overtook her, her inner muscles clenching and fluttering around him as her body shuddered. He continued to thrust within her, pushing her quickly into a second orgasm.
Ernie groaned harshly, grinding his hips against hers as he came.
As his hips stilled against hers, the redhead let a small, satisfied smile grace her lips. "You're just as much fun as I thought you'd be," she practically purred.
He laughed softly and kissed the side of her neck, drawing back to look at her. He brushed the hair out of her eyes and smiled. "And you're beautiful, though I do prefer you as a blonde," he replied, leaning forward to brush his lips across hers.
With a grin, she pulled out her wand and whispered the reverse incantation. Her shoulder length, straight red tresses lengthed, curling into waves as it lightened back to its natural blonde, and her eyes bled from green-gold back to blue.
Lisa leaned in to kiss her husband as she unlocked her legs from around his waist. "Take me home, husband."
"I believe I will, wife."