[ A soft snort is the reply she gets when mentioning other men, he doesn't doubt that clientele varies in quality of manners in such a house. He really can't blame her for enjoying a quieter night; technically a paid evening off, no less.
She says she was looking forward the seducing him and then curiosity overrides the gentle fingers brushing through his beard, a smile tugging at the corner of his mouth as his yellow eyes slide toward her, watching her reaction as he parts his lips. It confirms his suspicion that she hasn't had a halforc in her bed before (or for a while, he suspects) and that sweet fascination is what prompts him to let her look at his tusks instead of any seductive technique. She's polite and honest.
The attraction he feels for her body deepens as he watches her squashed up at his side, poking his teeth. Carefully, giving her a gentle nip, he says, ]
I shouldn't think you have to try very hard to seduce anyone.
The hard part is trying not to. But I have a stubborn client that just wants a nice nap.
[She giggles a little at the nip of his teeth, and she redoubles her efforts, now that he's not pulling away from her. She'd been a little worried if she pushed too hard he'd make good on his promise to sleep on the floor. Sitting up a little bit so she can look down at him, with her breasts pillowed on his chest, the straps of her chemise dangerously slipping down her shoulders. She presses her thumb between his lips, coaxing him to part them for her, more bold in her explorations. She wants to touch him. Is glad that he's not pushing her away now that she's here.
Eyes twinkling, she grins. Under the blanket, a leg rubs against his,]
But I keep thinking: It won't be a very restful sleep, if you're half-hard. [Her thumb tugs on his lip, dragging that wet down his chin.] There are other things we can do. If you don't want to have sex.
[ A controlled breath leaves him on a chagrined laugh as she wriggles in, discovering his state. The way her thumb slides down his lip has him regarding her more steadily, and he brings up a hand to brush some loose pink strands behind an ear, thumb running across her cheek. He lets her feel the slight twinge of his claws, not just there but around her shoulder too where his other arm has curled. ]
This is fine, this is manageable, [ with a nod to his dick, ] but it wouldn't be for long. I don't ... think you've ever been with a halforc, have you?
[There's that shiver again when she feels his claws against her skin. Some of her other clients were keen to get rough with her in the bedroom. With some of them, this is when she might start to feel wary but it's excitement that worms its way low in her stomach. He's so gentle and considerate.
Although a full blush colors her cheeks when he makes an apt call on her experience.]
Does it matter? If you're worried about being left unsatisfied...
[ Sporting a half-chub rather supports the truth of that, he thinks, blushing further. ]
I'm not human, you see. I look like one more than a real orc, but I'm not, and it might ... You might not like it. [ May as well Man Up and admit, ] My body, I mean. When I'm aroused.
[ Fjord does a stellar job of looking less embarrassed than he feels but his ears are certainly on fire. ]
[There's a beat that she can't help but laugh, a little incredulously. All this evening she chalked up his hesitance to dozens of things: religion, marriage, distaste of her profession. Never once did she consider that his hesitation was because he was worried what she wanted. Fingers thumbing at one of his tusks once again.]
Darling, unless you sprout tentacles and leak poison once you're hard, I'm not sure what there is to worry about.
[Feeling a surge of boldness, her hand dips beneath the blankets, flat palm running low. Over his chest, under his ribs, although she slows at the trail of hair that leads where he's already half aroused - but before he can try and stop her this time she says low, and sincere.]
[ It's Fjord's turn to shiver as she paws across his chest and abs, sucking in a slow, measured breath. The spike of arousal he's been mentally dampening surges with a rush and, sliding his hand around to cup the back of her head, he kisses her softly, letting her feel the press of his tusks as their lips meet. That same hand drifts down her arm and finds her waist again, kneading for a moment before it does what he's been wanting to do and spreads over the curve of her ass, drawing her leg over his lap, and he parts the kiss with a soft huff. ]
[The kiss catches her by surprise and it's enough to pause her hand in it's path. Contrary to his concerns, the feeling of his tusks is exciting and new, and his palm - large against her body (all of him seems large) sends warmth spreading through her body. She feels small and feminine against his body, large and strong and masculine.]
I like to think of it as good at getting what I want.
[Speaking of. Picking up where he left off, she crawls the rest of the way on top of him, legs straddling his thighs and her hair spills around her shoulders, and the blankets fall down around her hips as she sits up. It's colder without his body heat and she feels her nipples go hard against the soft fabric of her top - which is only kept up by virtue of the straps hanging around her elbows.
Hands at his hips, she tugs his smallclothes down slowly. Only pausing to grin down at him before she gets to the real prize.]
[ Once the decision is made to go ahead with this, he does so wholeheartedly and resolves to feel bad tomorrow for being too weak to stick to his word. They are both adults who want this, that's all that really matters. And how he wants her ... Straddling his hips is a good start.
He palms up her thighs, getting greedy handfuls to knead his way higher. His eyes are locked on her, gorgeous above him like a voluptuous goddess, sun-kissed and pretty as spring. His dick agrees, twitching under cotton as it starts filling out in earnest, ridges starting to harden around the shaft ... but that's not half as interesting as watching for her reaction when his thumb drifts across her chemise to rub lightly over her clit, slipping so casually between her legs as if he's done it with her before.
If she's going to play with him, it's only polite to repay the favour. ]
[It's hard not to get distracted by how he rubs over her clit, boldly now that something of a switch has flipped between them. Her cheeks flush and she bits her lip. From both that and the much more obvious way that his undergarments are tenting up between her thighs. She lets it go for a few seconds, tantalizing in the way that it strains against the fabric, before finally she tugs him free.]
Oh. [She repeats, the noise more staccato than her earlier moan. Eyes drawn downward her fingers wrap light around his shaft getting the size of him which. Is proportional to the man.] Before you push me off of you, It's not a bad 'oh'.
[ Feeling instantly obsessed with the moans she makes, his focus shifts only when she stops pawing at him through fabric and lets his dick free to bob almost straight off his body, thickening up under her attentions. Still part of the way to go, he hopes his relief doesn't show too much when she scolds him for his thoughts. The fact she knows to is ... very sweet. And perceptive.
Chiffon is tossed up as he gets his hands under her lingerie and guides her hips forward, toward his cock. ]
We'll need to get you a little wetter before you take that. Move with me?
[ Slow enough she could stop him if she liked, he slides his fingers between her legs to seek out her folds and slip between, gentle and coaxing. ]
[She doesn't hide the way she stares - for once not just to boost her client's confidence but by and large the most common person to come through their brothel are humans and half-elves. She's quite certain if it's not the biggest dick she's seen than it's certainly the most interesting. With ridges that makes her feel a tingle of excitement up her neck. Suddenly grateful that he's such a gentleman.
Although the way he's tugging her forward and slipping his fingers between her legs is just the right amount of ungentlemanly behavior. Climbing up on her knees and making herself comfortable high on his hip bones, where his cock can rest cozy up the curve of her ass. But a hand on his wrist stops the exploration of his fingers, not because she doesn't want to feel him there, because she certainly does, but,]
At least let me seduce you a little more first. [Teasing, she instead leads his hands up her body to cup her breasts, large enough to give even him more than a good handful. Truth be told she just really wanted him to fondle her like this.] I controlled myself so patiently all night.
[ His hand is guided higher and he almost automatically cups her breasts, thumbs passing over her nipples as he quirks an amused brow. ]
I'll pretend not to already be seduced, then.
[ He sits up against the pillows so he can lean in and nuzzle the curve of her neck, one large hand running around her back to support her as he gently kneads the soft mound in his other palm. Fjord's lips and tusks skim down Aphrodite's shoulder, planting pecking kisses as they go. ]
Oh, no, [ with faux, unenthused distress, he smiles, ] I really want to leave. Convince me to stay.
[She hums, happy and pleased with how he feels touching her, both his hands and his mouth, and she can feel his warmth from how he's sitting up closer to her.
Giggling at his tease, she cups her hand around the back of his neck to keep him where she wants and tips her head to nuzzle against his. She catches his pointed ear between her lips, and lets out a moan that serves as sneak peak of what he has to look forward to.
In a low voice,] As if I'd let you leave. [She rolls her hips, letting his cock rub against her ass. Her free hand tugs the straps of her chemise the rest of the way down her shoulders, letting the sheer fabric fall to her hips.] I told you that I always get what I want.
[ He feels the way she moves against him, soft-hot and heavy, and his arm loops around her to keep her right there on his lap as he works on her neck. A lovebite is definitely on the cards with his tusks but he assumes she knew that and won't mind, not when he matches up the slow rock of his hips with the prick of teeth over her pulse.
The way he slips his hand around her falling chemise to feel her, skin on skin and how she's warmer in his palm, that's blissful. ]
[She's choosy with who she lets mark her, and she doesn't mind at all the sting of tusks biting into her skin, delight prickling over her skin. Even tilting her head to the side, drawing her long hair to the side so he can have his feast of skin.]
It is. [Her name sounds good in his voice, deep and gravelly. The ache between her legs needs some relief and she sits up tall on her knees, using a hand to guide his cock to rub it's thick head against her. Not nearly ready to take him yet, but she sighs with relief, even as she continues.] I've been thinking of a title. Something enticing that men can remember long after they've gone.
[ The feel of him in her hand, rubbing against her a moment later, short-circuits something in the back of his head and he moans against her neck, panting for a moment as his hips buck up. He apologies breathlessly, smiling. ]
Sorry, sorry. Ah, some kind of goddess, perhaps? Seems apt.
[ His voice grows croakier as he talks, swallowing with a nuzzle up to her ear. ]
[The buck of his hips makes his cock rub between her lips, jutting up against her clit and she makes a soft noise, rubbing against him. Gods but those half-orcish ridges are delicious to play with, aren't they?]
A goddess? I like it. [She laughs, half distracted by how nice he feels between her legs, his mouth on her neck up to her ear makes a shiver go down her spine. She tilts her head, bidding he pay special attention to those nice, sensitive ears.]
A goddess of orgasms? [Another laugh,] Of handsome, half-orc men?
[ His dick wants to be inside her so badly that precome slicks along her clit where the crown rubs, thick and hot. Fjord pants against her neck, nibbling his way up to a pointed ear where he teases the tip with a delicate lick, tusks tugging on the lobe. ]
Of beauty.
[ He loves the way her thighs feel straddling his hips, reaching down from her breasts to palm her legs and squeeze handfuls of her ass. Every part of her is full and hot and smooth, lovely like a wet dream, one he wants more than anything to bury himself in. The fact her hand can't fit around his cock is a nice little detail that makes him even more eager to know how tight she is.
A little light-headed with lust, Fjord plants a smiling, affectionate kiss to her cheek. ]
Let me fuck you, sweetheart, I won't let it hurt. I'll make you love it.
[She teases and catches him by the face to pull him into a proper kiss before he can pull away. Tongue slipping between his lips and between tusks, sweet and curious like she doesn't usually get with her clients. He's clever and sweet and she thinks, suddenly, that it's a shame he's only passing through town.
Her teeth catch his lip and she draws away with a teasing tug before she moves to switch places, her hair pillowing under her as she eagerly coaxes him on top of her. Typically she likes to be on top and surely she'll be there again before the night is over, but the thought of her legs hiked up around him while that thick cock fits inside of her is too delicious to pass up.]
Is that why you were shy. Were you worried about hurting me?
[ Reason enough to make a man reticent in the bedroom, but Aphrodite helps bring Fjord out of himself, pretty and playful yet with a sensible confidence that is reassuring and makes him want to trust her. He rolls on top and holds eye-contact with a warm smile as he guides her legs up, one by one, to hook around his middle. That gesture feels more intimate than the frottage did, somehow. ]
I don't want to hurry with you.
[ Kissing her takes his mind away from the moment and puts his body on autopilot to sink closer, lining up the head of his cock with her deliciously slippery cunt, rubbing back and forth before he starts pressing in, in, in, gentle but unrelenting pressure to get the crown sheathed. ]
[By far it's not the first time she's taken a stranger to bed, but never with the quiet intensity that followed them here. Her stomach twisted into tight, excited knots when he positioned her legs around him, his broad shoulders and body dwarfing hers in nearly every way, making her feel small and feminine and adored. He would take care of her, she knew that when she looked into his eyes - she never noticed how beautiful they were. Intense and soft and full of promise.
She knew from the first look at him that he'd be a tight fit but when he switches from rubbing to pressing in, she feels the breath empty from her chest. He's thick even at the head and she can feel heat creeping up her neck, making her feel lightheaded with lust when she feels tight muscles stretch. A glance between them nearly makes her lightheaded when she sees that he's only just started and she lets out a laugh that titters out of her breathlessly.]
Ah. Gods. [Head back on the pillow and she finds eye contact with him again. Fingers sooth over the short hair at the nape of his neck, reassuring.] It's good, darling. Fjord. You feel so good. Ah- [Her breath catches at the first ridge and she tenses up around him, fingers tighten in his hair to signal him to slow.]
[ A gasp tangles around a throaty growl as he feels her, wet and molten around his dick. He can't press any deeper after a moment as he obeys the fingers in his hair by stilling, bending down to work on that soft spot in the curve of her neck again. He lavishes her there with kisses, a lovebite sucking on a tendon, and slides a hand between them to rub firmly over her swollen clit with a middle finger, encouraging her to relax.
His breath paints hotly behind her ear, sweat beading down his neck and back. Praise rumbles against her pulse. ]
You're the only woman in this place who can take me, I know it. You're so good for me, princess, so wet ... I'm going to need you to really start dripping for me, honey.
[He's all over her, her whole body hot from how he touched her, her pulse throbbing under the swell of the lovebite that he left at her neck, down to between her legs where she was stretched around him, but it's that growl that burns all the way through her, from where they're connected and making gooseflesh run down her arms.]
Move... your hips, [Legs curl around him and she rocks her hips with his, making him stroke inside of her in shallow motions, spreading her slick and inching deeper inside as she pushes a breath from her lungs. A possessive rush at the thought of anyone else being where she is right now, legs wrapped around him, listening to his voice.] Don't think of anyone else- anyone else but me wrapped around your cock. Your goddess.
[Her words are stuttered, and she presses her lips against his shoulder, an open mouthed kiss turning to a bite that muffles a shuddered moan as the swirl of his middle finger makes her muscles flutter around him, taking him up to the next ridge. She licks her lips, tasting the sweat from his skin with how close she is, legs squeezing tight around him to keep him from withdrawing at all,] Keep going.
[ His smile is incredulous; as if anyone else could be going through his mind with her sinking down on his cock with the grip of a damn fist. She's getting wetter and that's good, she'll need to. Fjord scoops up her hair and ducks his head to kiss her while the last inch of him slides home, the heat of her sex firmly on his lap at last. ]
You're the only one, darling ...
[ His lips skim hers, tusks plucking playfully as he smiles. The glide of her hair is silky through his fingers, soft just like every part of her ... the contrast they make is a strong one, and he likes that too. ]
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She says she was looking forward the seducing him and then curiosity overrides the gentle fingers brushing through his beard, a smile tugging at the corner of his mouth as his yellow eyes slide toward her, watching her reaction as he parts his lips. It confirms his suspicion that she hasn't had a halforc in her bed before (or for a while, he suspects) and that sweet fascination is what prompts him to let her look at his tusks instead of any seductive technique. She's polite and honest.
The attraction he feels for her body deepens as he watches her squashed up at his side, poking his teeth. Carefully, giving her a gentle nip, he says, ]
I shouldn't think you have to try very hard to seduce anyone.
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[She giggles a little at the nip of his teeth, and she redoubles her efforts, now that he's not pulling away from her. She'd been a little worried if she pushed too hard he'd make good on his promise to sleep on the floor. Sitting up a little bit so she can look down at him, with her breasts pillowed on his chest, the straps of her chemise dangerously slipping down her shoulders. She presses her thumb between his lips, coaxing him to part them for her, more bold in her explorations. She wants to touch him. Is glad that he's not pushing her away now that she's here.
Eyes twinkling, she grins. Under the blanket, a leg rubs against his,]
But I keep thinking: It won't be a very restful sleep, if you're half-hard. [Her thumb tugs on his lip, dragging that wet down his chin.] There are other things we can do. If you don't want to have sex.
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[ A controlled breath leaves him on a chagrined laugh as she wriggles in, discovering his state. The way her thumb slides down his lip has him regarding her more steadily, and he brings up a hand to brush some loose pink strands behind an ear, thumb running across her cheek. He lets her feel the slight twinge of his claws, not just there but around her shoulder too where his other arm has curled. ]
This is fine, this is manageable, [ with a nod to his dick, ] but it wouldn't be for long. I don't ... think you've ever been with a halforc, have you?
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[There's that shiver again when she feels his claws against her skin. Some of her other clients were keen to get rough with her in the bedroom. With some of them, this is when she might start to feel wary but it's excitement that worms its way low in her stomach. He's so gentle and considerate.
Although a full blush colors her cheeks when he makes an apt call on her experience.]
Does it matter? If you're worried about being left unsatisfied...
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[ Sporting a half-chub rather supports the truth of that, he thinks, blushing further. ]
I'm not human, you see. I look like one more than a real orc, but I'm not, and it might ... You might not like it. [ May as well Man Up and admit, ] My body, I mean. When I'm aroused.
[ Fjord does a stellar job of looking less embarrassed than he feels but his ears are certainly on fire. ]
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Darling, unless you sprout tentacles and leak poison once you're hard, I'm not sure what there is to worry about.
[Feeling a surge of boldness, her hand dips beneath the blankets, flat palm running low. Over his chest, under his ribs, although she slows at the trail of hair that leads where he's already half aroused - but before he can try and stop her this time she says low, and sincere.]
I want to.
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Has anyone ever told you that you're relentless?
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I like to think of it as good at getting what I want.
[Speaking of. Picking up where he left off, she crawls the rest of the way on top of him, legs straddling his thighs and her hair spills around her shoulders, and the blankets fall down around her hips as she sits up. It's colder without his body heat and she feels her nipples go hard against the soft fabric of her top - which is only kept up by virtue of the straps hanging around her elbows.
Hands at his hips, she tugs his smallclothes down slowly. Only pausing to grin down at him before she gets to the real prize.]
Hmm. No tentacles yet.
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He palms up her thighs, getting greedy handfuls to knead his way higher. His eyes are locked on her, gorgeous above him like a voluptuous goddess, sun-kissed and pretty as spring. His dick agrees, twitching under cotton as it starts filling out in earnest, ridges starting to harden around the shaft ... but that's not half as interesting as watching for her reaction when his thumb drifts across her chemise to rub lightly over her clit, slipping so casually between her legs as if he's done it with her before.
If she's going to play with him, it's only polite to repay the favour. ]
None here either.
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[It's hard not to get distracted by how he rubs over her clit, boldly now that something of a switch has flipped between them. Her cheeks flush and she bits her lip. From both that and the much more obvious way that his undergarments are tenting up between her thighs. She lets it go for a few seconds, tantalizing in the way that it strains against the fabric, before finally she tugs him free.]
Oh. [She repeats, the noise more staccato than her earlier moan. Eyes drawn downward her fingers wrap light around his shaft getting the size of him which. Is proportional to the man.] Before you push me off of you, It's not a bad 'oh'.
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Chiffon is tossed up as he gets his hands under her lingerie and guides her hips forward, toward his cock. ]
We'll need to get you a little wetter before you take that. Move with me?
[ Slow enough she could stop him if she liked, he slides his fingers between her legs to seek out her folds and slip between, gentle and coaxing. ]
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Although the way he's tugging her forward and slipping his fingers between her legs is just the right amount of ungentlemanly behavior. Climbing up on her knees and making herself comfortable high on his hip bones, where his cock can rest cozy up the curve of her ass. But a hand on his wrist stops the exploration of his fingers, not because she doesn't want to feel him there, because she certainly does, but,]
At least let me seduce you a little more first. [Teasing, she instead leads his hands up her body to cup her breasts, large enough to give even him more than a good handful. Truth be told she just really wanted him to fondle her like this.] I controlled myself so patiently all night.
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I'll pretend not to already be seduced, then.
[ He sits up against the pillows so he can lean in and nuzzle the curve of her neck, one large hand running around her back to support her as he gently kneads the soft mound in his other palm. Fjord's lips and tusks skim down Aphrodite's shoulder, planting pecking kisses as they go. ]
Oh, no, [ with faux, unenthused distress, he smiles, ] I really want to leave. Convince me to stay.
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[She hums, happy and pleased with how he feels touching her, both his hands and his mouth, and she can feel his warmth from how he's sitting up closer to her.
Giggling at his tease, she cups her hand around the back of his neck to keep him where she wants and tips her head to nuzzle against his. She catches his pointed ear between her lips, and lets out a moan that serves as sneak peak of what he has to look forward to.
In a low voice,] As if I'd let you leave. [She rolls her hips, letting his cock rub against her ass. Her free hand tugs the straps of her chemise the rest of the way down her shoulders, letting the sheer fabric fall to her hips.] I told you that I always get what I want.
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[ He feels the way she moves against him, soft-hot and heavy, and his arm loops around her to keep her right there on his lap as he works on her neck. A lovebite is definitely on the cards with his tusks but he assumes she knew that and won't mind, not when he matches up the slow rock of his hips with the prick of teeth over her pulse.
The way he slips his hand around her falling chemise to feel her, skin on skin and how she's warmer in his palm, that's blissful. ]
Aphrodite, wasn't it? That's a pretty name.
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It is. [Her name sounds good in his voice, deep and gravelly. The ache between her legs needs some relief and she sits up tall on her knees, using a hand to guide his cock to rub it's thick head against her. Not nearly ready to take him yet, but she sighs with relief, even as she continues.] I've been thinking of a title. Something enticing that men can remember long after they've gone.
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[ The feel of him in her hand, rubbing against her a moment later, short-circuits something in the back of his head and he moans against her neck, panting for a moment as his hips buck up. He apologies breathlessly, smiling. ]
Sorry, sorry. Ah, some kind of goddess, perhaps? Seems apt.
[ His voice grows croakier as he talks, swallowing with a nuzzle up to her ear. ]
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A goddess? I like it. [She laughs, half distracted by how nice he feels between her legs, his mouth on her neck up to her ear makes a shiver go down her spine. She tilts her head, bidding he pay special attention to those nice, sensitive ears.]
A goddess of orgasms? [Another laugh,] Of handsome, half-orc men?
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Of beauty.
[ He loves the way her thighs feel straddling his hips, reaching down from her breasts to palm her legs and squeeze handfuls of her ass. Every part of her is full and hot and smooth, lovely like a wet dream, one he wants more than anything to bury himself in. The fact her hand can't fit around his cock is a nice little detail that makes him even more eager to know how tight she is.
A little light-headed with lust, Fjord plants a smiling, affectionate kiss to her cheek. ]
Let me fuck you, sweetheart, I won't let it hurt. I'll make you love it.
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[She teases and catches him by the face to pull him into a proper kiss before he can pull away. Tongue slipping between his lips and between tusks, sweet and curious like she doesn't usually get with her clients. He's clever and sweet and she thinks, suddenly, that it's a shame he's only passing through town.
Her teeth catch his lip and she draws away with a teasing tug before she moves to switch places, her hair pillowing under her as she eagerly coaxes him on top of her. Typically she likes to be on top and surely she'll be there again before the night is over, but the thought of her legs hiked up around him while that thick cock fits inside of her is too delicious to pass up.]
Is that why you were shy. Were you worried about hurting me?
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[ Reason enough to make a man reticent in the bedroom, but Aphrodite helps bring Fjord out of himself, pretty and playful yet with a sensible confidence that is reassuring and makes him want to trust her. He rolls on top and holds eye-contact with a warm smile as he guides her legs up, one by one, to hook around his middle. That gesture feels more intimate than the frottage did, somehow. ]
I don't want to hurry with you.
[ Kissing her takes his mind away from the moment and puts his body on autopilot to sink closer, lining up the head of his cock with her deliciously slippery cunt, rubbing back and forth before he starts pressing in, in, in, gentle but unrelenting pressure to get the crown sheathed. ]
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She knew from the first look at him that he'd be a tight fit but when he switches from rubbing to pressing in, she feels the breath empty from her chest. He's thick even at the head and she can feel heat creeping up her neck, making her feel lightheaded with lust when she feels tight muscles stretch. A glance between them nearly makes her lightheaded when she sees that he's only just started and she lets out a laugh that titters out of her breathlessly.]
Ah. Gods. [Head back on the pillow and she finds eye contact with him again. Fingers sooth over the short hair at the nape of his neck, reassuring.] It's good, darling. Fjord. You feel so good. Ah- [Her breath catches at the first ridge and she tenses up around him, fingers tighten in his hair to signal him to slow.]
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[ A gasp tangles around a throaty growl as he feels her, wet and molten around his dick. He can't press any deeper after a moment as he obeys the fingers in his hair by stilling, bending down to work on that soft spot in the curve of her neck again. He lavishes her there with kisses, a lovebite sucking on a tendon, and slides a hand between them to rub firmly over her swollen clit with a middle finger, encouraging her to relax.
His breath paints hotly behind her ear, sweat beading down his neck and back. Praise rumbles against her pulse. ]
You're the only woman in this place who can take me, I know it. You're so good for me, princess, so wet ... I'm going to need you to really start dripping for me, honey.
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Move... your hips, [Legs curl around him and she rocks her hips with his, making him stroke inside of her in shallow motions, spreading her slick and inching deeper inside as she pushes a breath from her lungs. A possessive rush at the thought of anyone else being where she is right now, legs wrapped around him, listening to his voice.] Don't think of anyone else- anyone else but me wrapped around your cock. Your goddess.
[Her words are stuttered, and she presses her lips against his shoulder, an open mouthed kiss turning to a bite that muffles a shuddered moan as the swirl of his middle finger makes her muscles flutter around him, taking him up to the next ridge. She licks her lips, tasting the sweat from his skin with how close she is, legs squeezing tight around him to keep him from withdrawing at all,] Keep going.
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You're the only one, darling ...
[ His lips skim hers, tusks plucking playfully as he smiles. The glide of her hair is silky through his fingers, soft just like every part of her ... the contrast they make is a strong one, and he likes that too. ]
There you go, you've got it. You're perfect.
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