[m][dnd]I Can Feel Your Fever, Taking Over

Orin Takekuro · 06-22-2012, 11:42 PM

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It didn't take long for the couple to fall in time with each other, their movements coming into a rhythm that fed perfectly off of each other. Mars would drive in deep, and she would moan, and when he moved back again she would roll her hips to meet the next thrust. Each time he went deeper and deeper, and now the craving within her began to be fulfilled. Each stroke was heaven, and each thrust was more intense than the last as the already excited man grew within her, filling her up completely.

She only grew more excited when the bed began to creak beneath their weight, the springs groaning from the stress. She had never used a real mattress before and something about the sound added to her excitement, as if this moment which was already mind blowing was even more action packed. In the midst of it all, even as she moaned, a smile came to her face. She was elated! Elated to have the feelings from her heat satisfied, but the fact that it was by Mars Russo was rapturous.

Her closed eyes opened again and flicked up to search for his eyes. His head was on her shoulder but just then he moved, raising himself up. She was holding him tight but she would not rip her claws into his flesh. Excited as she was, she wasn't looking to hurt him, and though her grip did not loosen completely her fingers did reposition so she did not scratch him – although her nails might have poked into his skin a bit. Now that he was up there she was able to meet his eyes, and a grin that was both ravenous and satisfied was turned on him. One of her moans came out as a squeaky chortle before he drove into her and her whole amused look disappeared and she arched her back. Oh god! It was like with each way he moved he got deeper, larger – but it wasn't just that... each stroke moved perfectly within her, each time he repositioned was like that first delectable moment all over again.

Her hands left his back to touch her own face, run through her hair. She traced her hands down over her own breasts, massaging for a moment, all the while still moving her body with his. Hands moved to her hips, and then she reached up to his, and in time with his natural movement she pulled him into her and groaned. Only once did she do so before letting go and then sitting up to wrap her arms around him, moving so they were both sitting up now and supporting herself by holding his shoulders. So little she was it would be easy for any male to hold her up, and Orin knew that fact well.

“Is this ok?” She whispered into his ear, her voice a velvet purr. “You can have me however you want me.” She was moving again, in this new spot, semi sitting up she bounced on top of him. They could go anywhere from here. They could remain like this – it certainly was not impossible to finish in this position – or he could easily move her anywhere, any way.

She closed her eyes as a heavy breath escaped. Her ecstasy was growing and she was not bashful when it came to letting him know with whimpers and moans that grew louder with each thrust.

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