Fic: Solitary Stimulation; NC-17
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Title: Solitary Stimulation
Fandom: HBC
Pairing: Shana/hand
Rating: NC-17
Spoilers: N/A
Word Count: 1,239
Warnings: Incest, solo
Summary: Shana had never realized just why (other than to shield them from the elements) two-leggers insisted on wearing clothes before...
It was as warm as it was going to be in the forests that bordered Lord Cheynar’s lands. The rain down to a light drizzle and it wasn’t completely freezing. There was a pond just over the rise, and Shana was feeling particularly grimy. Valyn and Mero were out hunting, as was Keman - albeit in a much different sense of the word. Camp was made, now it was time to see about cleaning up some.
Running a hand through her tangle of red curls, Shana mounted the rise and trotted lightly down the other side.
Then she stopped.
It was late evening, and the light was fading. But there was more than enough to see by. She wasn’t the only one who had decided to take advantage of the water. Valyn was standing, his back turned to her, hip-deep in the water. She froze, unable to take her eyes away.
She had imagined him without clothes, to the best of her ability. But she hadn’t realized how truly perfect he was. The gentle slope of his shoulders the smooth pale plane of his tightly muscled back - his spine a narrow line that led down to the hard curves of his buttocks. His hair was wet, silver in the gray evening and slick against his head and neck. The tips of his ears peeked through he sleek falls.
Shana couldn’t begin to describe what her body felt as she watched him, standing there in the water. She felt hot and weak at once, her stomach twisted as though she’d eaten something that didn’t agree with her. Her knees were watery, threatening to buckle under her. And somewhere deep in the pit of her stomach was a throbbing.
This was nothing like her dreams and fantasies. This was real. She wet her lips, her eyes riveted to a single drop of water that rolled down along the arch of Valyn’s shoulder blades. Fire and rain, she could never have conjured up a mental image that matched the reality.
Shana stepped wrong and a branch snapped underneath her foot. Valyn turned, then seemed to drop into the water, only his head visible. She caught only the most fleeting glimpse of his sculpted chest, more hard contours of pale muscle. Then it was gone.
“Shana!”
“I’m sorry!” People were so strange about nudity. Bodies were just bodies! But Valyn’s body…. “I thought you were hunting!” At least she had the good sense to put her hand up over her eyes and turn her head.
“Shadow suggested I get cleaned up while I had the time,” he yelped. “Ancestors, you scared me!”
“I didn’t mean to! I was just going to get cleaned up! You weren’t supposed to be here!”
“Well I am!” Valyn sounded like he was flushing. Shana was rather certain that she was flushing, too.
“I’ll just…just let me know when you’re done.” She stumbled backwards, her hand still raised, though she wanted to look. She sank down into the small shelter they’d erected, still feeling faint and warm and strange. There was the most annoying ache between her legs. She shifted, trying to will it away, trying to forget the damp muscles of Valyn’s naked back…
But she couldn’t. Oh, fire and rain, he was beautiful. He was like something from a dream, something too painfully perfect to be real. That ache between her legs was growing. Frustrated, she shoved her hand down there, pressing against the ache. That eased it some. Her fingers dug in tightly against the skin between her legs, the warmth of her hand seeping through the rough fabric of her trousers. She felt so hot. What was happening to her?
Biting her lower lip, Shana moved her hand. The friction eased the ache but intensified the ache in the very pit of her stomach. She squirmed some, watching the canopy of wet leaves above her as she pressed her hand as tightly as she could between her legs. She leaned back against a tree, her legs stretched out in front of her, her hand curling into a tight fist between her thighs. She dug her knuckles in, aware of a warm wetness spreading between her legs.
She felt like a canine in heat. This was embarrassing and strange and it felt so good. Her breathing was coming in hitched little gasps, and all she could imagine was Valyn’s hand between her legs, his knuckles running along the seam of her trousers. Oh, she wanted to feel him touching her like that. He’d probably know what to do much better than she would. She’d never even kissed anyone, let alone touched or been touched in intimate ways. All she knew was her own hand between her legs, pressing and digging and rubbing because the friction felt so good.
She knew anatomy and biology. She knew what sex was, what men and women did together in bed. She knew where all the bits went and how it went, but she hadn’t realized something like this could feel so good.
Shana’s skin felt too tight. Was what it felt like when dragons shifted? Her skin was crawling, hot, aching. She bit her bottom lip so hard she thought it would bleed, her hand moving quickly between her legs. She didn’t know entirely what she was doing, but the more she moved her fist, the more she rubbed her knuckles along one particular spot, the better it felt.
Now she was breathing hard and sweating. Her wrist ached but she didn’t care. She had to keep going until…
Well, until that hot ache was gone. She thought of Valyn, Valyn’s smooth narrow back, thought of running her hands along it. She thought of what it would be like to touch him, to kiss him, to taste his damp skin. To kiss him. What would he taste like? She brought her free hand to her mouth, biting down on the back of her wrist, squirming against the tree as she touched herself. Her breasts ached and she pressed her arm against them. She wanted it to be Valyn, Valyn who was touching her breasts, touching her between her legs….
She felt something give way inside of her. Her stomach tightened and released, and she felt her body spasm and twitch, and the ache between her legs seemed to intensify to blinding heights and then crash.
The ache was gone. Shana felt limp and sated and tired, languid warmth spreading through her body. She lay panting against the tree, her thighs damp and her breathing ragged.
Even now, the image of Valyn, turning, his naked body displayed to her in the gray evening light, lingered.
Title: Solitary Stimulation
Fandom: HBC
Pairing: Shana/hand
Rating: NC-17
Spoilers: N/A
Word Count: 1,239
Warnings: Incest, solo
Summary: Shana had never realized just why (other than to shield them from the elements) two-leggers insisted on wearing clothes before...
It was as warm as it was going to be in the forests that bordered Lord Cheynar’s lands. The rain down to a light drizzle and it wasn’t completely freezing. There was a pond just over the rise, and Shana was feeling particularly grimy. Valyn and Mero were out hunting, as was Keman - albeit in a much different sense of the word. Camp was made, now it was time to see about cleaning up some.
Running a hand through her tangle of red curls, Shana mounted the rise and trotted lightly down the other side.
Then she stopped.
It was late evening, and the light was fading. But there was more than enough to see by. She wasn’t the only one who had decided to take advantage of the water. Valyn was standing, his back turned to her, hip-deep in the water. She froze, unable to take her eyes away.
She had imagined him without clothes, to the best of her ability. But she hadn’t realized how truly perfect he was. The gentle slope of his shoulders the smooth pale plane of his tightly muscled back - his spine a narrow line that led down to the hard curves of his buttocks. His hair was wet, silver in the gray evening and slick against his head and neck. The tips of his ears peeked through he sleek falls.
Shana couldn’t begin to describe what her body felt as she watched him, standing there in the water. She felt hot and weak at once, her stomach twisted as though she’d eaten something that didn’t agree with her. Her knees were watery, threatening to buckle under her. And somewhere deep in the pit of her stomach was a throbbing.
This was nothing like her dreams and fantasies. This was real. She wet her lips, her eyes riveted to a single drop of water that rolled down along the arch of Valyn’s shoulder blades. Fire and rain, she could never have conjured up a mental image that matched the reality.
Shana stepped wrong and a branch snapped underneath her foot. Valyn turned, then seemed to drop into the water, only his head visible. She caught only the most fleeting glimpse of his sculpted chest, more hard contours of pale muscle. Then it was gone.
“Shana!”
“I’m sorry!” People were so strange about nudity. Bodies were just bodies! But Valyn’s body…. “I thought you were hunting!” At least she had the good sense to put her hand up over her eyes and turn her head.
“Shadow suggested I get cleaned up while I had the time,” he yelped. “Ancestors, you scared me!”
“I didn’t mean to! I was just going to get cleaned up! You weren’t supposed to be here!”
“Well I am!” Valyn sounded like he was flushing. Shana was rather certain that she was flushing, too.
“I’ll just…just let me know when you’re done.” She stumbled backwards, her hand still raised, though she wanted to look. She sank down into the small shelter they’d erected, still feeling faint and warm and strange. There was the most annoying ache between her legs. She shifted, trying to will it away, trying to forget the damp muscles of Valyn’s naked back…
But she couldn’t. Oh, fire and rain, he was beautiful. He was like something from a dream, something too painfully perfect to be real. That ache between her legs was growing. Frustrated, she shoved her hand down there, pressing against the ache. That eased it some. Her fingers dug in tightly against the skin between her legs, the warmth of her hand seeping through the rough fabric of her trousers. She felt so hot. What was happening to her?
Biting her lower lip, Shana moved her hand. The friction eased the ache but intensified the ache in the very pit of her stomach. She squirmed some, watching the canopy of wet leaves above her as she pressed her hand as tightly as she could between her legs. She leaned back against a tree, her legs stretched out in front of her, her hand curling into a tight fist between her thighs. She dug her knuckles in, aware of a warm wetness spreading between her legs.
She felt like a canine in heat. This was embarrassing and strange and it felt so good. Her breathing was coming in hitched little gasps, and all she could imagine was Valyn’s hand between her legs, his knuckles running along the seam of her trousers. Oh, she wanted to feel him touching her like that. He’d probably know what to do much better than she would. She’d never even kissed anyone, let alone touched or been touched in intimate ways. All she knew was her own hand between her legs, pressing and digging and rubbing because the friction felt so good.
She knew anatomy and biology. She knew what sex was, what men and women did together in bed. She knew where all the bits went and how it went, but she hadn’t realized something like this could feel so good.
Shana’s skin felt too tight. Was what it felt like when dragons shifted? Her skin was crawling, hot, aching. She bit her bottom lip so hard she thought it would bleed, her hand moving quickly between her legs. She didn’t know entirely what she was doing, but the more she moved her fist, the more she rubbed her knuckles along one particular spot, the better it felt.
Now she was breathing hard and sweating. Her wrist ached but she didn’t care. She had to keep going until…
Well, until that hot ache was gone. She thought of Valyn, Valyn’s smooth narrow back, thought of running her hands along it. She thought of what it would be like to touch him, to kiss him, to taste his damp skin. To kiss him. What would he taste like? She brought her free hand to her mouth, biting down on the back of her wrist, squirming against the tree as she touched herself. Her breasts ached and she pressed her arm against them. She wanted it to be Valyn, Valyn who was touching her breasts, touching her between her legs….
She felt something give way inside of her. Her stomach tightened and released, and she felt her body spasm and twitch, and the ache between her legs seemed to intensify to blinding heights and then crash.
The ache was gone. Shana felt limp and sated and tired, languid warmth spreading through her body. She lay panting against the tree, her thighs damp and her breathing ragged.
Even now, the image of Valyn, turning, his naked body displayed to her in the gray evening light, lingered.