Love at First Sight ♥ Floor 20,081,105 ♥ High Aphro is High

[mr_chekov]

In the grand scheme of things the navigator had been having an alright time at the Hotel for a while. She was on her guard for the next bad thing to happen. She sighed as she got off the elevator, raising a hand to her hair, tied back off her face in a neat ponytail and she had been coerced into actually wearing make up, the girl wasn't quite sure

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[anotherargeneau]

His hyper-acute senses told Lyon that Pasha was already getting seriously turned on just by being tied up. Everything from the delicate rows of goosebumps on her exposed arms and legs to her heavy-lidded gaze to the wetness he'd felt between her thighs just reinforced what he knew about her love of this particular kink. It was one in which Lyon was more than willing to indulge her, as tying her up was something he got a serious kick out of in return

[anotherargeneau]

Pasha's joke earned her an amused chuckle from the young man taking liberties with her body. Her orgasm evoked a much different reaction all together however, making Lyon growl with undisguised lust. Hearing her moan and feeling her shudder under him as she came was seriously hot, and the instant Lyon sensed that Pasha was starting to come down he was on the move, releasing her breast and pulling his hand out from between her thighs. Using his enhanced speed to his fullest effect, Lyon yanked the ropes free from Pasha's ankles and flipped her onto her stomach. Grabbing her hips he lifted the little Russian onto her knees and hiked up her dress. Without pausing he shoved the tip of his cock between her damp folds and buried himself inside her up to the hilt, immediately launching into rhythmic pounding that was just short of bruising in its intensity.

[OOC: I guess. I could stand to be a little less popular though! XD]

[mr_chekov]

Pasha very nearly yelped at-- what seemed like to her --the immediate change of position, her arms still tied above her head and restricted although she was suddenly on her knees and being thrusted into from behind. Given that she'd only just came down, and even then not properly, from two consecutive orgasms Pasha forgave herself for the little whimper that worked free from her lips. Just being pulled about like this shouldn't have been allowed to be so sexy, the little navigator was certain that on some level she was supposed to be irritated at getting pulled about and positioned like a rag doll but this was far too hot for her to care much. "Fuck!" She mewled once she had worked her way up onto her elbows so that her face wasn't pressed into the pillows.

[anotherargeneau]

"I like the way you think babe," Lyon ground out between trusts. The sensual feel of Pasha's thoughts sliding against his own was arousing enough all on its own - especially when he was fucking her - but knowing that she liked to be dominated like this definitely made doing it to her just that much more erotic. Leaving one hand firmly in place on Pasha's hip, Lyon leaned forward and reached out with his other hand to capture one voluptuous breast. He gave the nipple a sharp pinch before moving to knead the soft mound of Pasha's breast with harsh squeezes. He began to plow into her harder as well, shifting his weight and forcing Pasha to tilt her hips and arch her back to give himself better penetration.

[mr_chekov]

"You seriously need to keep out of my head." Pasha forced out, attempting to sound belligerent although even to her ears it sounded like a breathy gasp and she actually didn't mind that much, it just disarmed her sometimes when she didn't realise he was in her mind. She was just about to start to complain about him being in her head when the well timed pinch caused her whimper, pushing back onto him. As ever, Pasha moved as she was directed to, making a smooth arch with her back, feeling a shiver run down the length of it. Oh hell, the little navigator could feel the curl of heat low in her belly gathering once again. So soon? This was obviously because she was far too wound up.

[anotherargeneau]

"Make me," Lyon teased back, the sound coming out as little more than a grunt. There was no way he was going to pull out now, either mentally or physically, even if Pasha had been truly as annoyed as she sounded. The feel of her body and mind wrapped around his own was just too damned good for Lyon to even think about stopping what he was doing. If anything he wanted more of it, especially with Pasha so close to coming again, but he was already pounding her as hard and fast as he could, and he was already as deep into her mind as he was capable of going while still maintaining his frantic pace

[mr_chekov]

Pasha had been trying to stave off her orgasm, trying to enjoy the delicious tension building up for a little longer, because sometimes-- not always but sometimes --the build up was better then the end and with how good it made her feel she couldn't help but want to prolong it. But the extra stimulation was making it oh so difficult to hold on and only a few minutes later her climax crashed over her and she whimpered at the sparks of pleasure running down her spine and causing her to gasp and buck back onto him desperately.

She very nearly wilted immediately afterwards, only her elbows and knees tentatively holding her up.

[anotherargeneau]

The sudden burst of sensation that spilled over from Pasha's mind into his own as she orgasmed was almost as intense as when he'd bitten her, and Lyon couldn't stop himself from tumbling over the edge with her. He buried himself up to the hilt in the little navigator as her body jerked backward against his, arching his back and shouting as his pulsing cock spilled hot semen deep into her core. He was forced to resort to grabbing her hips again to keep them both upright as sharp jolts of pleasure shot through him over and over again

[mr_chekov]

"I suppose." She agreed, sitting up and rubbing the sensation back into her thin wrists. In all honesty thought Pasha was pleasantly tired out, her mind going blissfully blank and quiet rather then popping up with the many observations that it often did for everyday things. After wards was the only time that her mind actually quietened enough for Pasha to get anything barely resembling peace and quite, which was quite a horrifying thing to be held hostage in insomnia by one's own thoughts.

The dress was almost certainly a write off now, which was a shame as Pasha had grown a little fond of it. Oh well, she would always have her memories at least.