[ His low laugh vibrates against slick, sensitive skin as he hears that small whimper of reaction as she tugs the fabric out of his way. A move he appreciates, since he very much thinks she wouldn't forgive him for accidentally ripping the little scrap of fabric to get it out of his way.
Her moans are encouragement enough to keep him going rather than delaying any further. And giving in to her unspoken request, he slides a pair of fingers up to trace over her entrance. Not pushing inside, not yet, he teases her with the anticipation of it. Circles her clit with a fingertip before his mouth takes its place once more. And it's only when he pointedly torments the sensitive nerves with his tongue that he slides the pair of digits into her. She's already so wet for him, there's barely any resistance, and he smiles against her as his fingers thrust shallowly, working his way deeper. ]
[ She hates that she can feel his grin so well against her skin. If it hadn't been apparent to her before, it's crystal clear now that he had known what he was doing with the blindfold. It's annoying that it's so effective; without her eyes her other senses are heightened, acutely aware of him and everything he does. Every stroke of his tongue, the barely concealed amused laugh of his, every teasing slight brush of his fingers against her folds and clit causes her thighs to shudder and shake. And as hot as that is, it stokes her impatience just as much as her desire. Hilda had always enjoyed watching her partners pleasure her and this is no exception. She wants to watch the gleam in his golden eyes as he tastes her so she can see how much he's enjoying it.
The consolation prize of his mouth is barely enough to placate her. ]
Don't tease -
[ 'Me' is drawn out into a moan when his fingers finally slip inside her. The deliberate build up of how deep he thrusts his fingers sends another wave of euphoric pleasure rushing through her. Her fingers tug harder at the already straining fabric of her panties as she bucks up into his mouth. Too overrun with the thought of needing more, her other leg swings up and over his shoulder without warning, thighs clamping around his neck. It's a shocking feat of athleticism that she'd never admit to otherwise but it matters little to her in this moment as her back presses into the pillar to support herself. ]
[ He has to shift a knee to brace himself from the suddenness of her movement, because he hadn't exactly been expecting that. But he is, if anything, excellent at adapting and thinking on his feet. He can work with this, even if he has to shift how he leans slightly so he doesn't unbalance them both. With only one hand to hold her steady, he keeps using the other to pleasure her, fingers working deeper in time to the wet slide of his tongue and the sucking pressure of his lips against slicked flesh.
He hums, letting her feel the vibration of his voice against her, lips still curved in a smug sort of smile, even if it is completely buried against her now. He works her open, using his thumb against her clit to rub in time to the thrust of his fingers inside her now. Driving her higher still. ]
[ A happy cry is dragged from her as her request is granted. Every thrust of his fingers only makes her wonder what it'd be like to have him bottom out inside her, to have his flesh pounding against her as he drives into her again and again. Miraculously, the blindfold hasn't budged even though she so desperately wants to see his face buried between her thighs.
Every languid swipe of his tongue threatens to undo her, as does the sound of how wet she is. It sounds obscene, especially mingled with her gasps and moans; surely someone would overhear them. But even if they did, she isn't sure they'd hear. And with the haze of pleasure she's in, none of that quite matters to her. It doesn't even matter that the fabric of her panties is soaked through and digging into her fingers as she strains to hold it back for him.
Pressure builds in the pit of her stomach like a silk chord pulling tighter and tighter. Hilda feels herself on the precipice of snapping, and as much as she wants to chase that feeling, as easily as she'd let it happen, she doesn't want this to end. Her thighs begin to shake on either side of him, but it has less to do with trying to steady herself and everything to do with trying to stave off her release. It's losing battle however when his tongue is lavishing her, his fingers are knuckle-deep inside her, and the feeling of her golden ribcage digging into her back encases her in pleasure from all sides. ]
[ The words are murmured against her heated flesh as he works her deeper, and then eases a third finger inside her stretching her further still around the digits. He thrusts deep, how mouth returning to torment against her clit, feeling the way her legs shook where they rested over his shoulders. It had him doubling down with intent, fully meaning for her to topple over that edge. Wanting to feel her fall apart against his tongue, around his fingers. ]
[ It's hard for her to say what finally succeeds in pushing her over the edge. It could be the timbre and vibration of his voice against her heat urging her to let go just for him, or it could be the added pressure of another one of his skillful fingers pushing against her walls while his tongue and mouth work relentlessly against her swollen clit.
In reality, it's probably all of the above that finally snaps the taunt chord and in hindsight it won't really matter because her mind goes blank. Pleasure overcomes her as Hilda lets out a shameless cry, thighs pressing tight around him. Her hands fist his red locks keeping his head in place as she rides out her orgasm against his tongue, his lips, his fingers needing more of him. ]
Gods - Lief -
[ His name leaves her lips in breathless praise. ]
[ He smiles against her as she comes undone beneath his tongue, even if he feels a pang over the fact that it’s not his real name on her lips. Some other time, perhaps. Even though he’s a little surprised she’s let him get this far in the first place.
He works her through her orgasm, movements slower and drawn out now. To soothe, rather than arouse, even if he drags out those delicious aftershocks for as long as he possibly can. Finally, he eases back, lips trailing kisses along her inner thigh as he peers up at her, still blindfolded and almost naked.
For once, he wishes they didn’t have a party to get back to. Masks to wear. He’d much rather take her back somewhere quiet and private and continue to memorize every beautiful inch of her. But he doubted that was going to be in the cards for him.
So instead, he eases her legs back down from around his shoulders, even as he keeps his hands on her hips, steadying her until she finds her balance once more. If he hadn’t left her weak-kneed, he clearly hadn’t done a good enough job. ]
Beautiful.
[ He murmurs the word against her stomach as he leans in and lets his lips rest there for one more kiss, just inside her hip. ]
[ Her heart hammers in her chest like a hummingbird as she comes down from her high. Every gentle drag and lick of his tongue sends another wave of breathless shivers up her body, fulfilling his wish of making her so weak in the knees that she doubts she'll be able to stand. So caught up in her euphoria, she barely hears the murmured word he presses like a secret to the soft flesh of her stomach.
It's only when she's confident she won't simply melt into the ground she tugs him up, fingers ghosting against the hollow of his neck and his jaw. It feels familiar, like there's an image of a person forming in her mind and just on the tip of her tongue but she can't place it. The Fey wine may not have the same memory erasing effects of the pearls, but it makes it hard to conjure the image in full clarity. But maybe that's for the best, she thinks as she finally bends down to press a still heated kiss to his lips tasting her own arousal on his tongue. Murmured against his lips she asks - ]
Any chance I could return the favour?
[ It's unlike her considering it's a perfect stranger, but she's feeling generous this evening. ]
[ His lips curve against her own as she tugs him up and he presses her back against the cool marble. He lingers there, trailing kisses back her jaw, against her lips. Teasing and light now, rather than the desperate hunger. Although she’ll no doubt feel that he’s still very hard, where he’s pressed against her thigh.
Before he can answer one way or another, however, there’s the sound of laughter and voices somewhere nearby and he tenses slightly, his head coming up to focus on the sound. He shifts, sheltering her with his own body as he listens, but the sound of voices are now definitely moving towards them once more.
Cursing softly under his breath, he bends to steal one more fleeting kiss. ]
I think our time for that might be up tonight, Gorgeous. But we can save it for next time, hmm?
[ She does feel it, especially when hands slide down the length of his chest towards the bulge there. It sparks an already hungry desire through her, stoking the already lingering warmth at the bit of her stomach that yearns for him. The gentle palming motions stop as he leans into her and she realizes why a beat later. The sound of voices breaks through the sound of her heartbeat thudding in her ears.
While she can't see the source of the voices, she comes to the same conclusion that he does. Before he can pull away full she cups his hands pulling him close for one last kiss. Before she can stoop down to retrieve her jumpsuit, she motions to her blindfold, silently asking him to turn it back into her mask. ]
Next time? [ The sound of laughter undertones her question. ] How am I going to find you though?
[ His smirk is audible in his voice as he slides his hands up to brush against her blindfold. He leans in, lips murmuring his words against her ear. ]
Close your eyes for me.
[ He’s going to assume she does, since that will give him ample opportunity to make sure his own disguise is still firmly in place before he transforms hers back to what it should be. ]
Until next time, Beautiful.
[ There’s a brush of cool air as her blindfold finishes returning to the mask it had once been, but by the time her eyes are free and she can see her surroundings once more… he’s already gone.
Better to leave a little sense of mystery, he thinks. That and he’s not so sure how long he could keep up his disguise in the aftermath of everything else. Hopefully she’ll forgive him for leaving her to navigate her way out of the maze once more on her own. ]
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Her moans are encouragement enough to keep him going rather than delaying any further. And giving in to her unspoken request, he slides a pair of fingers up to trace over her entrance. Not pushing inside, not yet, he teases her with the anticipation of it. Circles her clit with a fingertip before his mouth takes its place once more. And it's only when he pointedly torments the sensitive nerves with his tongue that he slides the pair of digits into her. She's already so wet for him, there's barely any resistance, and he smiles against her as his fingers thrust shallowly, working his way deeper. ]
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The consolation prize of his mouth is barely enough to placate her. ]
Don't tease -
[ 'Me' is drawn out into a moan when his fingers finally slip inside her. The deliberate build up of how deep he thrusts his fingers sends another wave of euphoric pleasure rushing through her. Her fingers tug harder at the already straining fabric of her panties as she bucks up into his mouth. Too overrun with the thought of needing more, her other leg swings up and over his shoulder without warning, thighs clamping around his neck. It's a shocking feat of athleticism that she'd never admit to otherwise but it matters little to her in this moment as her back presses into the pillar to support herself. ]
More. [ Her breath stutters. ] Just like that.
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He hums, letting her feel the vibration of his voice against her, lips still curved in a smug sort of smile, even if it is completely buried against her now. He works her open, using his thumb against her clit to rub in time to the thrust of his fingers inside her now. Driving her higher still. ]
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Every languid swipe of his tongue threatens to undo her, as does the sound of how wet she is. It sounds obscene, especially mingled with her gasps and moans; surely someone would overhear them. But even if they did, she isn't sure they'd hear. And with the haze of pleasure she's in, none of that quite matters to her. It doesn't even matter that the fabric of her panties is soaked through and digging into her fingers as she strains to hold it back for him.
Pressure builds in the pit of her stomach like a silk chord pulling tighter and tighter. Hilda feels herself on the precipice of snapping, and as much as she wants to chase that feeling, as easily as she'd let it happen, she doesn't want this to end. Her thighs begin to shake on either side of him, but it has less to do with trying to steady herself and everything to do with trying to stave off her release. It's losing battle however when his tongue is lavishing her, his fingers are knuckle-deep inside her, and the feeling of her golden ribcage digging into her back encases her in pleasure from all sides. ]
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[ The words are murmured against her heated flesh as he works her deeper, and then eases a third finger inside her stretching her further still around the digits. He thrusts deep, how mouth returning to torment against her clit, feeling the way her legs shook where they rested over his shoulders. It had him doubling down with intent, fully meaning for her to topple over that edge. Wanting to feel her fall apart against his tongue, around his fingers. ]
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In reality, it's probably all of the above that finally snaps the taunt chord and in hindsight it won't really matter because her mind goes blank. Pleasure overcomes her as Hilda lets out a shameless cry, thighs pressing tight around him. Her hands fist his red locks keeping his head in place as she rides out her orgasm against his tongue, his lips, his fingers needing more of him. ]
Gods - Lief -
[ His name leaves her lips in breathless praise. ]
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He works her through her orgasm, movements slower and drawn out now. To soothe, rather than arouse, even if he drags out those delicious aftershocks for as long as he possibly can. Finally, he eases back, lips trailing kisses along her inner thigh as he peers up at her, still blindfolded and almost naked.
For once, he wishes they didn’t have a party to get back to. Masks to wear. He’d much rather take her back somewhere quiet and private and continue to memorize every beautiful inch of her. But he doubted that was going to be in the cards for him.
So instead, he eases her legs back down from around his shoulders, even as he keeps his hands on her hips, steadying her until she finds her balance once more. If he hadn’t left her weak-kneed, he clearly hadn’t done a good enough job. ]
Beautiful.
[ He murmurs the word against her stomach as he leans in and lets his lips rest there for one more kiss, just inside her hip. ]
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It's only when she's confident she won't simply melt into the ground she tugs him up, fingers ghosting against the hollow of his neck and his jaw. It feels familiar, like there's an image of a person forming in her mind and just on the tip of her tongue but she can't place it. The Fey wine may not have the same memory erasing effects of the pearls, but it makes it hard to conjure the image in full clarity. But maybe that's for the best, she thinks as she finally bends down to press a still heated kiss to his lips tasting her own arousal on his tongue. Murmured against his lips she asks - ]
Any chance I could return the favour?
[ It's unlike her considering it's a perfect stranger, but she's feeling generous this evening. ]
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Before he can answer one way or another, however, there’s the sound of laughter and voices somewhere nearby and he tenses slightly, his head coming up to focus on the sound. He shifts, sheltering her with his own body as he listens, but the sound of voices are now definitely moving towards them once more.
Cursing softly under his breath, he bends to steal one more fleeting kiss. ]
I think our time for that might be up tonight, Gorgeous. But we can save it for next time, hmm?
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While she can't see the source of the voices, she comes to the same conclusion that he does. Before he can pull away full she cups his hands pulling him close for one last kiss. Before she can stoop down to retrieve her jumpsuit, she motions to her blindfold, silently asking him to turn it back into her mask. ]
Next time? [ The sound of laughter undertones her question. ] How am I going to find you though?
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[ His smirk is audible in his voice as he slides his hands up to brush against her blindfold. He leans in, lips murmuring his words against her ear. ]
Close your eyes for me.
[ He’s going to assume she does, since that will give him ample opportunity to make sure his own disguise is still firmly in place before he transforms hers back to what it should be. ]
Until next time, Beautiful.
[ There’s a brush of cool air as her blindfold finishes returning to the mask it had once been, but by the time her eyes are free and she can see her surroundings once more… he’s already gone.
Better to leave a little sense of mystery, he thinks. That and he’s not so sure how long he could keep up his disguise in the aftermath of everything else. Hopefully she’ll forgive him for leaving her to navigate her way out of the maze once more on her own. ]