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31.May.22, 09:27 AM
A breathless sort of giggle came free from M’quel as T’ryn suggested she greet him naked on the edge of her weyr. She could certainly do that, and even as she rolled her hips and moaned softly against his ear, her own hands dipping under the hem of T’ryn’s shirt, tugging it up so she could set the palms of her hands against the bare warmth of his skin. Another soft moan was released into T’ryn’s ear, and she gasped something that probably equated a promise to not wear things under her dresses when they were likely to end up together. They hadn’t even fucked yet, in the library of his aunt’s home, and M’quel could already see the appeal T’ryn had for such trysts. It was… intoxicating.
M'quel sucked T’ryn’s fingers as they were pressed to her lips, her green eyes staring brightly back into his; the time between sucking his fingers clean and finding herself spun around and pressed against the wall seemed to be impossibly small, and she mewled helplessly, legs spread invitingly as she felt the wet heat of her cunt throbbing with anticipation. She wasn’t left pining for long before he was thrusting into her, and M’quel moaned in satisfied lust as he filled her, thrusting, and she found herself teetering on the edge of an orgasm long before she would have expected it. She fell off the edge, coming with a soft cry as T’ryn continued to whisper filthy words in her ear while pounding into her, her fingers working over her clit. She didn’t have time to even acknowledge her trembling limbs and sobbing breath before she was spun around again, feeling empty where a few moments ago T’ryn’s cock had filled her, but she responded to the kiss with equal heat.
M'quel blinked owlishly when he spoke, her lips parting just slightly to ask what he meant, when he was suddenly leading her towards a small couch and M’quel’s gaze shifted down to his crotch as he spoke. Her eyebrows arched, playfully, and she was going to say something suitably quippy and teasing when he touched against her again, and her thoughts scattered. Her legs spread unconsciously as she licked at the fingers suddenly before her lips, her eyes hazy with lust that was still sweeping over her in soft, languid waves. It took several moments, in which T’ryn had settled himself on the couch, for his last words to really click in M’quel’s mind, and she stared down at T’ryn at what could only be described as horror, her face both losing colour, and flushing in mortification at the idea.
M’quel didn’t know much of what her limitations where, she was learning as much as T’ryn was from their times together, but she knew as she stood there, thinking about what he had said, that one had definitely been found. As she stared down at T’ryn, one hand still in his, she could see his confusion at her sudden change in mood, his frown as he went over what had been said and done in the last few moments to issue such a change, and his sudden expression of understanding and… M’quel didn’t even know what all those emotions were, that flittered across his face, but she knew one thing – he understood, and he wouldn’t push her to so any such thing.
Before he could speak, and before their game could be any further interrupted by either of their overactive minds, M’quel closed the last bit of distance between them, giving T’ryn a gentle push with her free hand in the centre of his chest, forcing him to lean back against the couch. She dropped the hand she had still been holding, and stared down at him hungrily; still dressed, still ridiculously polished, lounging back on the chair like some regal Weyrleader waiting for his latest toy to come and take care of the erection standing proudly on display. M’quel dropped to her knees between his legs, her hands resting on his thighs, and she leaned in to trace her tongue slowly and tauntingly from where T’ryn’s pants parted, to the very tip, swirling her tongue, her gaze fixed on T’ryn’s blue eyes.
She kept this up, her eyes sparkling with mischief and defiance, just long enough to (hopefully) prompt him to punish her next time they met up, for so clearly going against what he’d instructed her to do. Standing up, M’quel climbed onto the couch, her knees on either side of T’ryn’s hips, and hovered over his lap as she leaned forward, pressing her hand to his chest again, capturing his lips in a kiss as her other hand reached between them to grasp him gently, holding him as she impaled herself, lowering herself as her head tilted back, a moan on her lips and her hips rolling before she picked up the same hard pace T’ryn had used earlier, balancing herself on her knees, hands pressed one against T’ryn’s chest, and one on his shoulder, fingers clenching.
M'quel sucked T’ryn’s fingers as they were pressed to her lips, her green eyes staring brightly back into his; the time between sucking his fingers clean and finding herself spun around and pressed against the wall seemed to be impossibly small, and she mewled helplessly, legs spread invitingly as she felt the wet heat of her cunt throbbing with anticipation. She wasn’t left pining for long before he was thrusting into her, and M’quel moaned in satisfied lust as he filled her, thrusting, and she found herself teetering on the edge of an orgasm long before she would have expected it. She fell off the edge, coming with a soft cry as T’ryn continued to whisper filthy words in her ear while pounding into her, her fingers working over her clit. She didn’t have time to even acknowledge her trembling limbs and sobbing breath before she was spun around again, feeling empty where a few moments ago T’ryn’s cock had filled her, but she responded to the kiss with equal heat.
M'quel blinked owlishly when he spoke, her lips parting just slightly to ask what he meant, when he was suddenly leading her towards a small couch and M’quel’s gaze shifted down to his crotch as he spoke. Her eyebrows arched, playfully, and she was going to say something suitably quippy and teasing when he touched against her again, and her thoughts scattered. Her legs spread unconsciously as she licked at the fingers suddenly before her lips, her eyes hazy with lust that was still sweeping over her in soft, languid waves. It took several moments, in which T’ryn had settled himself on the couch, for his last words to really click in M’quel’s mind, and she stared down at T’ryn at what could only be described as horror, her face both losing colour, and flushing in mortification at the idea.
M’quel didn’t know much of what her limitations where, she was learning as much as T’ryn was from their times together, but she knew as she stood there, thinking about what he had said, that one had definitely been found. As she stared down at T’ryn, one hand still in his, she could see his confusion at her sudden change in mood, his frown as he went over what had been said and done in the last few moments to issue such a change, and his sudden expression of understanding and… M’quel didn’t even know what all those emotions were, that flittered across his face, but she knew one thing – he understood, and he wouldn’t push her to so any such thing.
Before he could speak, and before their game could be any further interrupted by either of their overactive minds, M’quel closed the last bit of distance between them, giving T’ryn a gentle push with her free hand in the centre of his chest, forcing him to lean back against the couch. She dropped the hand she had still been holding, and stared down at him hungrily; still dressed, still ridiculously polished, lounging back on the chair like some regal Weyrleader waiting for his latest toy to come and take care of the erection standing proudly on display. M’quel dropped to her knees between his legs, her hands resting on his thighs, and she leaned in to trace her tongue slowly and tauntingly from where T’ryn’s pants parted, to the very tip, swirling her tongue, her gaze fixed on T’ryn’s blue eyes.
She kept this up, her eyes sparkling with mischief and defiance, just long enough to (hopefully) prompt him to punish her next time they met up, for so clearly going against what he’d instructed her to do. Standing up, M’quel climbed onto the couch, her knees on either side of T’ryn’s hips, and hovered over his lap as she leaned forward, pressing her hand to his chest again, capturing his lips in a kiss as her other hand reached between them to grasp him gently, holding him as she impaled herself, lowering herself as her head tilted back, a moan on her lips and her hips rolling before she picked up the same hard pace T’ryn had used earlier, balancing herself on her knees, hands pressed one against T’ryn’s chest, and one on his shoulder, fingers clenching.
