FIC: WOMEN'S JOY by Severusslave (Food Challenge)
Title: Women's Joy
Author: severusslave
Rating: NC-17
Character: Teyla Emmagan
Warnings: Self-love, food porn, nudity
Note: Inspired by Teyla's meditating pose in Duet.
Summary: Lesh fruit was known as women's joy on Athos.
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It was in the darkest hours of the night that she preferred to engage in her meditation.
She sat on her bare bed, was doing the splits.
Only few of her candles were lit to provide a gentle non offensive light in her bedroom.
A small, flat cupful of scented oil sat on one counter propped up over a candle and filled the room with the soothing, familiar scent of bluegrass. Reminded her of Athos. Of home.
The only sounds she could hear were the ocean's languid movements and her own breaths.
Teyla dragged her right hand's fingertips across her bare breasts and then licked at them. Tasted her own fresh sweat.
Four of her senses were reduced to singular, simple impressions. Sight, smell, hearing and taste unimportant at the moment.
Touch was everything. Feeling.
She bend forwards.
Was conscious of every muscle's strain.
Felt her thighs burn, her calves twitch. Felt her back's muscles strain, her neck hurt.
Felt her inner muscles throb around the lesh fruit.
She stayed bend forwards for several long minutes. Her fingers around her left foot.
Her balance was perfect.
She let out one deep breath and straightened up again. Slowly.
Remained rigidly in her upright position for a while then put both her hands behind her on her right knee's inside.
Fluid, controlled motion.
Arched her back. Let her head slowly fall backwards.
Her eyes were closed still; in the left corner of her room a candle's flame flickered.
The change of light made shadows dance on her sweaty skin. Darkness and light hugging her breasts, dipping into her navel.
She sat up again, straightened her back to rigid perfection.
She knew it would not take many more repetitions. Her body strained towards completion. Her breath hitched.
She bent forwards.
The rod of lesh familiar hard and, gods, she thought she had lost this alongside with Athos.
She straightened up and loved the fact that she was on a discovery team. Loved that she'd detected the plant earlier this day.
She told her team members that it was an ingredient of a soothing balm for the moon's bleeding. The men lost interest quickly.
Lesh fruit was known as women's joy on Athos.
She bent backwards.
Her nipples tightened as her clit quivered in pleasure. It would not-
Teyla sat up.
Perfect rigid posture.
The only outward signs of her pleasure's peak a hitched breath and her slightly bouncing breasts.
.........oooOOO°°°OOOooo.........
Author: severusslave
Rating: NC-17
Character: Teyla Emmagan
Warnings: Self-love, food porn, nudity
Note: Inspired by Teyla's meditating pose in Duet.
Summary: Lesh fruit was known as women's joy on Athos.
.........oooOOO°°°OOOooo.........
It was in the darkest hours of the night that she preferred to engage in her meditation.
She sat on her bare bed, was doing the splits.
Only few of her candles were lit to provide a gentle non offensive light in her bedroom.
A small, flat cupful of scented oil sat on one counter propped up over a candle and filled the room with the soothing, familiar scent of bluegrass. Reminded her of Athos. Of home.
The only sounds she could hear were the ocean's languid movements and her own breaths.
Teyla dragged her right hand's fingertips across her bare breasts and then licked at them. Tasted her own fresh sweat.
Four of her senses were reduced to singular, simple impressions. Sight, smell, hearing and taste unimportant at the moment.
Touch was everything. Feeling.
She bend forwards.
Was conscious of every muscle's strain.
Felt her thighs burn, her calves twitch. Felt her back's muscles strain, her neck hurt.
Felt her inner muscles throb around the lesh fruit.
She stayed bend forwards for several long minutes. Her fingers around her left foot.
Her balance was perfect.
She let out one deep breath and straightened up again. Slowly.
Remained rigidly in her upright position for a while then put both her hands behind her on her right knee's inside.
Fluid, controlled motion.
Arched her back. Let her head slowly fall backwards.
Her eyes were closed still; in the left corner of her room a candle's flame flickered.
The change of light made shadows dance on her sweaty skin. Darkness and light hugging her breasts, dipping into her navel.
She sat up again, straightened her back to rigid perfection.
She knew it would not take many more repetitions. Her body strained towards completion. Her breath hitched.
She bent forwards.
The rod of lesh familiar hard and, gods, she thought she had lost this alongside with Athos.
She straightened up and loved the fact that she was on a discovery team. Loved that she'd detected the plant earlier this day.
She told her team members that it was an ingredient of a soothing balm for the moon's bleeding. The men lost interest quickly.
Lesh fruit was known as women's joy on Athos.
She bent backwards.
Her nipples tightened as her clit quivered in pleasure. It would not-
Teyla sat up.
Perfect rigid posture.
The only outward signs of her pleasure's peak a hitched breath and her slightly bouncing breasts.
.........oooOOO°°°OOOooo.........