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synthneon2022-03-09 10:17 pm
crystallinedreams) wrote in synthneon2022-03-09 10:17 pm
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FF PSL | ❝ two-toned echoes tumbling through time. ❞
To this riddle all souls are tied
Brief our moments, brazen and bright
Forged in fury, tempered in ice
send her to horny jail
Her tail flicks once more at the memory of the night before as he brushed his fingers over it. Alkaid's breath hitches as her legs begin to tremble, and dimly in her mind she is glad she does not stand. She wonders at the sight she must be to him. Normally, she is the one directing and taking charge. Now, though, everything in her wishes for him to wrap his arms around her and take her as he sees fit. Moving his fingers where he wishes, kissing where he sees fit, and directing her. Her eyes dilate at the idea before shifting once more and something of a moan and whine comes from her.
The hand at his ear traces the edges once more before training down his jaw. She moves along the bone, then gently brushes along his lips, before finally dropping to rest across her stomach. She must look pathetic to be so tightly wound up in merely his touches and kisses. Especially as they had been intimate the night before. ]
Aymeric... [ Her tone reflects the one from the night before. ] Costas....
[ Perhaps part of it is the ancient soul trying to reach to his and be connected once more. They have been before, but not with the full knowledge they have now. Or. Perhaps her mind simply trying to rationalize the overbearing emotion and need for her mate to claim her. ]
at this rate, they're both going there
It only requires a little shifting of his own position, and moving his hands to either side of her legs. They have already shed quite a few layers, but there is one thing that still remains in the way: her undergarments. To even come close to such intimate areas still gives him pause, and he can even feel heat forming on the back of his neck, but if he is to claim her, then they must be moved.
And moved they are, and he finds it rather miraculous that his hands do not shake even a fraction as he does so. He does not speak, although her use of both of his names sends a wave of sparks up his spine, as if both parts of himself, ancient and not, are responding.
The color of his eyes has darkened with desire, and he wraps his arms around her even as he moves a fraction closer. Of course, he needs to remove his own remaining garments, but he considers this a teasing sort of hint designed to further increase her anticipation. As if it needs that, at this point. ]
permanent members of the ishgard horny jail
That moment disappears as soon as he inches against her with his own garments still on. A shiver takes her whole body at the teasing motion. Her back arcs slightly as a low sound--something of a mix of a whine and a moan--comes forward. She shifts against his arms and rocks her hips slightly in some form an attempt to communicate what he surely must know already.
However, he is in control this time, and he could do whatever he pleases. Alkaid tilts her head back slightly at the idea. Gods, anything in any postion. There is a thrill in not knowing what he might do, especially as he has pressed their hips together ever so lightly.
Alkaid deepens her breathing in an attempt to lower her anticipation and reign herself in. If only as he seems to wish to tempt and tease her more. And so, she shifts her arm, allowing the sleeve of his nightshirt to slip down her shoulder and expose her breast. Of course, her arousal knocks hard against her again, but she attempts to communicate anything he may wish to do he can. ]
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Of course, he has to temporarily pause in his movements in order to further bare himself in preparation, but the pause is brief, and once he too has divested his garments, he finally takes her entirely and completely. But he does not do so abruptly or without care. At first, he moves slowly, so as to make the experience pleasing for both of them. But as his own need and desire for her arises, so does the pace with which he moves.
But he is ever mindful of her own needs and comfort, and so he keeps a constant eye upon her. And as he moves, his own body seems to fall in tune with hers, so should she react with discomfort, he is certain to be aware of it. ]
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He moves against her again, and an unheard low moan comes from her. Her hands press into his back, trying to avoid the large patch of scars there, before her head tilts back. Gods, she wants to give him children so badly. A family of his own to fill his empty house with. So that he will realize how deeply he is loved by all around him--including her.
But, he is the one in charge, and thus she will need to find another way. Her tail straightens and her ears droop as she struggles to keep up the pace and not simply be swept away in it all. Alkaid tilts her head enough to leave open mouth kisses along his neck and shoulder. Until they move a certain way and a shiver runs the length of her spine unto her ears. Her breathing hitches and another moan follows into his shoulder. She gently bites down in pure reaction, hands turning to cling into him.
After a moment she kissed the spot she bit and his name tumbles from her lips. Her head tilts to place her lips beside his ear. ]
Aymeric... [ Alkaid kisses his ear and pauses as another gasp comes from her unbidden. ] My mate. My nuhn...
[ If he had ever wondered what she might be like under his command--in a sense--he certainly sees it now. She hopes that he understands the meaning of her words that claim ownership. And, in a way, she hopes it is as thrilling to him as being claimed is for her. Perhaps not, and perhaps it only matters to a Miqo'te. ]
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When her hands press into his back, he feels a shiver creep up his spine even though she has managed not to brush against the scars that can still be felt there. The area itself remains sensitive to any sort of touch at all, but it is not an uncomfortable feeling in the least. For a moment, his head dips backwards, but he is leading in this moment and needs to remain present in order to do so.
The last thing he intends is to push her too far past her limits, but before he begins easing them towards a conclusion, he lightly grinds against her once, and then a second time before taking a pause to give both of them a momentary rest.
He takes this opportunity to lean in a little closer, letting a content sigh escape in response to her kisses and touches. When both of them have had enough, he knows he will not mind simply lying beside her and holding her, and pondering the significance of being her nunh. ]
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He grinds against her and something akin to an excited whine comes from her. Her nose presses into his skin once more before she trails open mouth kisses along his neck. Her teeth drag along with her kisses before she sinks against his skin once more. Once she has returned to a more normal state of mind she will apologize for the bites, but for now she nips at his shoulder and neck. One hand curls into his hair while the other twists itself into the nightshirt he still wears.
Her half-closed gaze moves up to find his once he slows to a brief stop. Her breathing is deep and heavy, tail twitching as she tries to follow with what he might do when he continues. Surely, he cannot be tired now. If he is? She will find a creative way to continue. Whatever her nuhn might need is what she intends to see to.
Alkaid tilts her head back to kiss his chin then nudge it with her nose. She will hold onto him however he wishes once they've indulged as much as they would like. Which is why she nudges his chin once more. She feels that anticipation has yet to be clenched for both of them. ]
W-what would you... have me do, my lord? [ Her breathing is still deep and heavy which causes her voice to hitch and pause to gather breath for it. ] O-or should I tend to myself...?
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He is hardly tired yet, but he is merely taking a pause as if to inquire about her own interest in continuing. ]
I would have you do whatever it is that pleases you. If that is continuing, or pausing, I will follow your example. You are, after all, the storied Warrior of Light. Who better to follow the example of than you?
[ He is teasing, of course, and to further show that, he leans in to brush his nose lightly against her cheek. ]
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I'm not the Warrior of Light right now. [ Alkaid puffs her cheeks out as if to make her point further. Her hips once more adjust to his in an attempt to encourage him. ] I'm... I'm just me, your mate.
[ She nudges his cheek in return as she attempts to reign in the thundering in her ears and desire to push further. It is harder than she anticipated, causing her to muffle a soft moan that wants to come forward. The ears atop her head lower once more as she struggles to keep her mind on the conversation and not the demand to continue their current acts. Alkaid tilts her head to press her nose into his shoulder and shuts her eyes. ]
I... I want to be what a wife should be for her lord... [ Her voice lowers to almost a whisper. ] I want to give you a family, and children, a-and make you smile more...
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You need only be yourself, Alkaid. Lantaa. [ He nudges his nose against her cheek once more as his lips turn up into a small smile. ] And you have already given me everything. There is no need for you to give me anything more. [ But after a moment's pause, he adds: ]
Should we find ourselves blessed with children, I would quite happy indeed, although I have already found my happiness, and it is right here in front of me.