[ There's a beat where she doesn't immediately does as he says. It's a small act of defiance, but one that she thinks he might appreciate if layered in the right way. Eventually golden eyes slip closed and she's at his mercy.
Hilda isn't certain what to expect but when she feels the weight from her jaw lighten, followed by the smooth coolness of fabric slip from her lips, to her nose, to her eyes. A spark alights in her belly as a small exhale escapes her lips. Once her mask-turned-blindfold is in place, her eyes flutter open only to be met with with the opaque fabric that only betrayed his bare outline. Without the mask to hide her lower half, it reveals to him pretty pink lips curved into a smug smile and flushed cheeks from running. Feeling the brush of his fingers against her lips she presses a soft kiss to them before a quick nip; a small reward for catching his prize and for the compliment.
With her mask transformed, it also means that the voice modulator is gone too, leaving nothing to disguise her voice either. Being self conscious about it now won't help so she leans into it instead. Using his arms as a guide, she follows the shape of them upwards before draping her arms around his neck. Her clawed fingers tangle in his hair. ]
Have you practiced that trick before? Or was that just for the masquerade?
[ His voice remains low and husky as he slides his fingers back along her jaw, tipping her face back and giving him the perfect angle to dip his head and kiss her. It’s slow and deliberate, tiny nipped kisses along the line of her lips. It’s a chaste start, but that fades quickly when a moment later he claims her lips in truth.
And then it’s everything their hunt had promised. Hungry and sharp and impatient. There’s a demand behind the way his lips crash against hers, claiming all he can. All she will allow.
And still challenging her to meet him in the middle. To give him even more. ]
[ A shiver of pleasure rushes from her belly up her spine at the declaration. The moment their lips meet, she savours the feel of his lips, his mouth, his tongue. The chasteness takes her aback - but not in an unpleasant way. It's sweet in a way. But she's lying if she says that she doesn't want more.
Either he's a mind reader or the chasteness had been a ploy of some sort. A thrill rushes through her again as he pursues her in earnest practically tasting the challenge like a thrum in the air around them. Responding in kind, she fists the hair at the nape of his neck in an effort to bring him closer to her, to close whatever space is left between them. Deepening the kiss, she allows herself to indulge in his taste and the smell of him. She pulls away for but a moment, tugging roughly on his lower lip with her teeth. ]
Just for me? Aren't I special?
[ She maps the curves of his face with her lips before finding his jaw. More kisses are peppered along his jaw line as she offers her own breathless words between kisses and another challenge. ]
[ The words are surprisingly earnest, despite the husky tone that murmurs them against her kiss-reddened lips when he finally pulls back enough to answer her. Her fingers grip in his hair and he relishes the sharp tug and pull of it, the edge that hold balances, between pain and pleasure. Something she already seems to straddle with ease, as her teeth nip sharply at his lips.
He presses her more firmly back against the cool marble of the pillar at her back and let his fingers slide in to trace along the piece of golden jewelry that frames her ribcage beneath the dark material of her outfit. He’s not surprised to find it’s the only thing she wears beneath the ornate jacket, but it means his fingers are free to explore and tease heated flesh as he traces along the line of gilded bone and finds one of her breasts.
Fingers tweak and tease the hidden nub he finds there, tormenting sensitive nerves with a clever touch, mixing the sharpness of his touch with another long kiss to offset it. Contrast it. Assaulting her awareness with a mix of sensations intent on leaving her breathless for him. Playing her body with an easy skill, even as he memorizes any and all reactions he gets from her in response. Learning her likes, seeking the sweet little noises he knows he can wring from her lips. ]
You’ll have to wait and see. Or not. [ He chuckles at the play on words, tearing his lips from hers finally. But only to kiss his way back her jaw and then down the slender line of her throat. He nudges her head back further, out of his way, and then sets to sucking and worrying redness into the skin beneath his mouth. Leaving his mark on her pale flesh, even as his fingers continue to tease and fondle against her breast, working her nipple to a sensitive peak. ]
[ Honeyed words from a stranger don't usually resonate with her; they bounce off her, unable to get past her impervious persona. But for some reason these ones snag on something, taking her out of her euphoria for just a beat. Before she can bring it closer to examine it, she's pulled back into her body as the coolness from the marble reminds her of where she is. Whatever earnestness or genuineness had been in Lief's voice is surely just a trick of the fey wine.
What is easy to focus on is the blazing hot touch of Lief's fingers against her skin. There's a surprising deftness to them despite the obvious obstacle that is her golden ribcage. Its interlocking mechanisms along the back of the spine are invisible unless you knew where to press. It's not practical for a tryst in the maze - but then again, she hadn't exactly been planning for this to happen.
Without her sight she's acutely aware of every brush and scrape against her skin. She's at his mercy; every time she goes in to deepen the kiss he darts away, teasing her mercilessly making the heat rise to her cheeks. A groan of annoyance that is more growl of impatience pulls from her lips at his awful joke and how she can't seem to find any purchase on him. ]
Are awful jokes one of them?
[ Even that doesn't seem to have as much heat as she'd like with it because it leaves her body with a shudder as he makes his way down her throat. Her back arches into him as he continues to tug and play with her nipples and a soft moan escapes her lips. At the same time her hands tug at his dress shirt, fumbling with the buttons so her hands can roam the expanse of his chest. ]
[ He chuckles the words into her skin, letting her feel his smile once more. He feels her hands start to go for his buttons and he doesn’t stop her. But he does start kissing his way down the warm skin exposed where her jacket parts, the dip in it deep and taunting him. He doesn’t bother trying to remove the gilded ribcage - he can work around it easily enough and he suspects the tightness of it as they proceed will add an extra dimension to the sensations he provides.
His mouth finds her other breast and he laves it with attention even as his hand continues to tease and fondle the other one. Lips and teeth and tongue worry the second nipple into a hard peak, relishing the way she arches into the touches. The sounds that escape her, breathy and strained. There’s a flush spreading along her flesh and he doesn’t let up. Lets it build the anticipation instead. ]
[ The chuckle is a pleasant sensation against her skin; there's a sweet quality to it that makes her feel more endeared to this stranger than she should be. ]
A bonus is [ Her words are punctuated by a gasp as a wet warmth encompasses her breast. As if his tongue isn't enough, the tug of her nipple with his teeth lengthens her pause with a moan. The last part of her sentence is pushed out with a gasping breath. ] one word for it.
[ She wants more. The thought crashes through her mind like thunder as she hurriedly continues with her quest to rid him of his shirt. Even she knows that that isn't enough to satisfy her but the need to keep some sense of control rears. The next tug at her breast has her stifling the 'More' that threatens to break past her swollen lips. What does make it past however is a whine as she drags her claws lightly down his chest. ]
[ She might think she stifled it, but there's just enough of the word in that moan that he picks up on it anyway. He smirks gently against her skin, giving another tug with his teeth as he lets his hands slide down over her hips and then back to cup her ass in his grip. He holds her close against him, trapped between himself and the pillar.
And then he sinks down to one knee in front of her, his mouth trailing away from her breast and trailing sucking and nipped kisses down her torso, over her navel, down to where the dark fabric of her pants starts, cutting off his exploration. For the time being.
His grip on the curve of her ass tightens for a moment as he peers up the length of her body with golden eyes that gleam in the dim light of the garden. When he speaks, his voice is low and hungry, echoing the look in his eyes. ]
How much 'more' do you want? Will you let me taste you?
[ There's a hiss of pleasure that is pulled from her mouth as he descends. Every kiss, every nip, every drag of teeth serves to stoke the fire that is already growing in her belly. Despite the firm grip of his fingers behind her, Hilda's fingers have no choice but to find purchase in his hair. There's a little more pressure than she'd normally provide given the claws but she has a sneaking suspicion that he doesn't mind.
The low rumble of his voice asking his questions elicits a heady sigh that is quickly cut short by biting her bottom lip. Apparently there had been no point in hiding her desires because he had heard her.
Even if he hadn't heard it however, there's a desperation in her body language, wanting so badly to see him kneeled at her feet and desperately for his tongue against her heat. Unfortunately because of how well he had tired her blindfold, the only thing she can see as she peers down is the bridge of her nose. She offers him a short nod before letting out a breathless laugh as she tugs lightly on his hair. ]
You'll have to come back up here to help me take my jumpsuit off if you want to do that though. [ Her lips curl slightly. ] I promise it'll be worth it. Even I have to admit that I love what's on underneath it.
[ There’s a smile in his voice, dark with promise, as he pushes himself upright once more. He misses the loss of her fingers in his hair at the movement - she hadn’t been wrong in guessing how much he’d enjoyed that sensation, claws included.
But at least this way, he can capture her lips once more in a deep, hungry kiss, even as his fingers move to slide the jacket of her outfit off her shoulders, easing it down her arms until it pools at her waist, leaving her only in the gilded jewelry wrapped about her ribs. He takes a moment to play again, fingers teasing and tweaking against her nipples not that they’re exposed to the warm night air, before he goes back to what he’d started, loosening the lower half of her jumpsuit so he can let it slide down over her hips and legs to pool about her ankles. Keeps her distracted with his mouth on hers and his hands stroking along warm flesh all the while. ]
[ She feels the air move slightly as he pushes himself back up. Her body startles slightly at the sudden feel of his lips on hers again. She grins into the kiss, hands gripping the sides of his face like she had been starving for his lips. Delicate fabric slips from her shoulders, exposing her arms to the cool night breeze and the marble behind her. Her flesh pebbles but that doesn't stop her pursuit of getting her fill of his kisses. A moan comes unbidden into the kiss when she feels his fingers find her nipples again and her hands move from his face, to slip under his undone shirt. Claws lightly dig into the well-built muscles along his back.
As her jumpsuit falls to the floor, it leaves her in nothing more than her golden ribcage and the lingerie she had alluded to. It's not common for her to treat her clothes like this, but here it will only act as a hindrance. She steps out of it, heels kicking the fabric aside for her to deal with later. Desperate to keep contact with him, she trailing frantic kisses down his jaw. Murmured between heated kisses she asks - ]
You'll have to tell me if you like it since I can't see your face.
[ As she kicks the fabric aside, he pulls back enough to gaze down the length of her body, all creamy pale skin decorated only with the gilt ribcage and the black lace. He gives a soft, husky curse, and she should take that as a very positive answer a moment before his fingers skim town over her breasts and ribs and the gold jewelry decorating them. ]
And here I didn't think you could possibly get more beautiful.
[ Her cheeks flush both at the compliment and the exploratory touch down the length of her body. She is nothing but reluctant to have his lips leave hers, but she'll make an exception if it means it goes between her thighs next. Her hands circle from his back to his chest lightly trailing her claws along pale skin. She wants to leave an impression - even if it's a light one that will fade come tomorrow. They travel from his chest where she adds her own nips and kiss in return before her hands lay on his broad shoulders. The corners of her lips pull back into the hint of a wry smirk. ]
How you can you be sure it's not all just a part of the masquerade this evening?
[ Her hands linger there a moment before applying pressure to his shoulders, urging him down. ]
[ He lets himself be pushed down again, dropping to his knees before her and snaking one arm around her hips as he draws her in closer. His lips press slow, teasing kisses to the inside of one hip, trailing in towards her navel. ]
It could be. But I don't believe it is.
[ He doesn't give her much time to come back with another smirking retort, because as he kisses his way across soft, flushed skin, he lets one hand trail fingers inward and down, slipping between her lace-clad legs to press up against more of the same. He's not surprised to find her already hot and wet, even through the fabric separating him from her skin. His touch teases there, stroking slowly between her legs to trace against sensitive skin. ]
[ Whatever come back she has is lost to a wanting shudder rippling through her body at the brush of his fingers against her heat. Her eyes flutter closed behind the blindfold, fingers find purchase once again in his hair in part to steady herself and tugging his locks lightly in the direction she wants his lips to go. Quiet noises of desire and need fall from her lips as his fingers deftly tease her through the thin, damp fabric.
Idly she wonders how long it's been since someone has touched her like this. Does all of her sensitivity and yearning have to do with the lack of tactile touch that she's so used to having? Does it have to do with the anticipation leading up to this moment in the maze with a stranger? Or is there something else at play here that she can't quite put her finger on because her senses are clouded with fey wine, Lief's scent, and the roses around them?
Another stroke sends the thoughts fleeing from her mind as her eyes open again to see darkness. She squirms in his hold, fingers tightening, lips parting in a gasp as she struggles to ground herself long enough to form words into sentences. ]
[ There’s a grin in his voice as he watches her reactions, his fingers playing against sensitivity with deliberate slowness. Relishing each little breathy gasp, each shivering little shudder. He’d known she would be beautiful like this, but she’s even more breathtaking than he imagined. ]
You might want to hold on, my lady.
[ There’s impish mischief in his voice as he gives her that warning, but his tone is all husky desire. He only gives her a moment to comply before his hands slide up the inside of one of her lace-clad thighs. Lifting her leg, he props it over one of his shoulders, letting it rest against the softness of the fox fur pelt he still wears, brushing against her pale skin. To keep her from being unbalanced, he keeps her pressed back against the marble column, but she’s spread open for him now and he takes advantage of it.
Fingers tug the soaked lace out of his way only a moment before his mouth fastens against sensitive flesh, lips and tongue tormenting here with the same skill he’d employed when playing with her breasts. Or perhaps even more. He’s not interested in holding back right now. ]
[ The answer would be infuriating were she not trying to force her thighs back into some kind of solid mass so she wouldn't collapse from the teasing. Lief's warning is hardly that - there's barely enough time to steady herself as her leg is swung over his shoulder. One hand furiously grips his hair while the other goes to grapple uselessly around the marble column. It takes all of her willpower not to immediately rock into his mouth and tongue but with all her concentration focused there, the moan she lets out is wanton and unrestrained.
Their close run in with some faceless party goers means that she's well aware that there are others in the maze with them, but she can't bring herself to care. If they find two masked-ish strangers in a state of disarray then so be it. Hopefully the fey wouldn't take offence. All she can focus on is how her body feels like it could melt at at any moment with the way his tongue deftly works her clit. Her leg tightens around his neck, back arching, desperate to smother him between her thighs, to have more of his mouth on her.
Another whine rips from her lips, mildly incensed that the pretty lingerie she had chosen tonight is acting more like a hindrance than ever intended. Because instead of his fingers inside of her, they're being kept busy holding back the delicate lace. Trusting that the grip of her leg will hold her up, she chances unwinding her arm from around the column. It snakes down towards the fabric, tugging it aside for him. The brush of her own fingers against her swollen folds wrings the smallest whimper from her - a testament to what he's doing to her. ]
[ 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. ]
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Date: 2023-07-07 10:45 pm (UTC)Hilda isn't certain what to expect but when she feels the weight from her jaw lighten, followed by the smooth coolness of fabric slip from her lips, to her nose, to her eyes. A spark alights in her belly as a small exhale escapes her lips. Once her mask-turned-blindfold is in place, her eyes flutter open only to be met with with the opaque fabric that only betrayed his bare outline. Without the mask to hide her lower half, it reveals to him pretty pink lips curved into a smug smile and flushed cheeks from running. Feeling the brush of his fingers against her lips she presses a soft kiss to them before a quick nip; a small reward for catching his prize and for the compliment.
With her mask transformed, it also means that the voice modulator is gone too, leaving nothing to disguise her voice either. Being self conscious about it now won't help so she leans into it instead. Using his arms as a guide, she follows the shape of them upwards before draping her arms around his neck. Her clawed fingers tangle in his hair. ]
Have you practiced that trick before? Or was that just for the masquerade?
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Date: 2023-07-07 10:49 pm (UTC)[ His voice remains low and husky as he slides his fingers back along her jaw, tipping her face back and giving him the perfect angle to dip his head and kiss her. It’s slow and deliberate, tiny nipped kisses along the line of her lips. It’s a chaste start, but that fades quickly when a moment later he claims her lips in truth.
And then it’s everything their hunt had promised. Hungry and sharp and impatient. There’s a demand behind the way his lips crash against hers, claiming all he can. All she will allow.
And still challenging her to meet him in the middle. To give him even more. ]
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Date: 2023-07-07 11:12 pm (UTC)Either he's a mind reader or the chasteness had been a ploy of some sort. A thrill rushes through her again as he pursues her in earnest practically tasting the challenge like a thrum in the air around them. Responding in kind, she fists the hair at the nape of his neck in an effort to bring him closer to her, to close whatever space is left between them. Deepening the kiss, she allows herself to indulge in his taste and the smell of him. She pulls away for but a moment, tugging roughly on his lower lip with her teeth. ]
Just for me? Aren't I special?
[ She maps the curves of his face with her lips before finding his jaw. More kisses are peppered along his jaw line as she offers her own breathless words between kisses and another challenge. ]
What other tricks do you have just for me?
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Date: 2023-07-07 11:23 pm (UTC)[ The words are surprisingly earnest, despite the husky tone that murmurs them against her kiss-reddened lips when he finally pulls back enough to answer her. Her fingers grip in his hair and he relishes the sharp tug and pull of it, the edge that hold balances, between pain and pleasure. Something she already seems to straddle with ease, as her teeth nip sharply at his lips.
He presses her more firmly back against the cool marble of the pillar at her back and let his fingers slide in to trace along the piece of golden jewelry that frames her ribcage beneath the dark material of her outfit. He’s not surprised to find it’s the only thing she wears beneath the ornate jacket, but it means his fingers are free to explore and tease heated flesh as he traces along the line of gilded bone and finds one of her breasts.
Fingers tweak and tease the hidden nub he finds there, tormenting sensitive nerves with a clever touch, mixing the sharpness of his touch with another long kiss to offset it. Contrast it. Assaulting her awareness with a mix of sensations intent on leaving her breathless for him. Playing her body with an easy skill, even as he memorizes any and all reactions he gets from her in response. Learning her likes, seeking the sweet little noises he knows he can wring from her lips. ]
You’ll have to wait and see. Or not. [ He chuckles at the play on words, tearing his lips from hers finally. But only to kiss his way back her jaw and then down the slender line of her throat. He nudges her head back further, out of his way, and then sets to sucking and worrying redness into the skin beneath his mouth. Leaving his mark on her pale flesh, even as his fingers continue to tease and fondle against her breast, working her nipple to a sensitive peak. ]
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Date: 2023-07-08 06:55 pm (UTC)What is easy to focus on is the blazing hot touch of Lief's fingers against her skin. There's a surprising deftness to them despite the obvious obstacle that is her golden ribcage. Its interlocking mechanisms along the back of the spine are invisible unless you knew where to press. It's not practical for a tryst in the maze - but then again, she hadn't exactly been planning for this to happen.
Without her sight she's acutely aware of every brush and scrape against her skin. She's at his mercy; every time she goes in to deepen the kiss he darts away, teasing her mercilessly making the heat rise to her cheeks. A groan of annoyance that is more growl of impatience pulls from her lips at his awful joke and how she can't seem to find any purchase on him. ]
Are awful jokes one of them?
[ Even that doesn't seem to have as much heat as she'd like with it because it leaves her body with a shudder as he makes his way down her throat. Her back arches into him as he continues to tug and play with her nipples and a soft moan escapes her lips. At the same time her hands tug at his dress shirt, fumbling with the buttons so her hands can roam the expanse of his chest. ]
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Date: 2023-07-08 08:08 pm (UTC)[ He chuckles the words into her skin, letting her feel his smile once more. He feels her hands start to go for his buttons and he doesn’t stop her. But he does start kissing his way down the warm skin exposed where her jacket parts, the dip in it deep and taunting him. He doesn’t bother trying to remove the gilded ribcage - he can work around it easily enough and he suspects the tightness of it as they proceed will add an extra dimension to the sensations he provides.
His mouth finds her other breast and he laves it with attention even as his hand continues to tease and fondle the other one. Lips and teeth and tongue worry the second nipple into a hard peak, relishing the way she arches into the touches. The sounds that escape her, breathy and strained. There’s a flush spreading along her flesh and he doesn’t let up. Lets it build the anticipation instead. ]
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Date: 2023-07-09 02:53 am (UTC)A bonus is [ Her words are punctuated by a gasp as a wet warmth encompasses her breast. As if his tongue isn't enough, the tug of her nipple with his teeth lengthens her pause with a moan. The last part of her sentence is pushed out with a gasping breath. ] one word for it.
[ She wants more. The thought crashes through her mind like thunder as she hurriedly continues with her quest to rid him of his shirt. Even she knows that that isn't enough to satisfy her but the need to keep some sense of control rears. The next tug at her breast has her stifling the 'More' that threatens to break past her swollen lips. What does make it past however is a whine as she drags her claws lightly down his chest. ]
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Date: 2023-07-09 04:16 am (UTC)And then he sinks down to one knee in front of her, his mouth trailing away from her breast and trailing sucking and nipped kisses down her torso, over her navel, down to where the dark fabric of her pants starts, cutting off his exploration. For the time being.
His grip on the curve of her ass tightens for a moment as he peers up the length of her body with golden eyes that gleam in the dim light of the garden. When he speaks, his voice is low and hungry, echoing the look in his eyes. ]
How much 'more' do you want? Will you let me taste you?
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Date: 2023-07-09 07:08 am (UTC)The low rumble of his voice asking his questions elicits a heady sigh that is quickly cut short by biting her bottom lip. Apparently there had been no point in hiding her desires because he had heard her.
Even if he hadn't heard it however, there's a desperation in her body language, wanting so badly to see him kneeled at her feet and desperately for his tongue against her heat. Unfortunately because of how well he had tired her blindfold, the only thing she can see as she peers down is the bridge of her nose. She offers him a short nod before letting out a breathless laugh as she tugs lightly on his hair. ]
You'll have to come back up here to help me take my jumpsuit off if you want to do that though. [ Her lips curl slightly. ] I promise it'll be worth it. Even I have to admit that I love what's on underneath it.
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Date: 2023-07-09 06:37 pm (UTC)[ There’s a smile in his voice, dark with promise, as he pushes himself upright once more. He misses the loss of her fingers in his hair at the movement - she hadn’t been wrong in guessing how much he’d enjoyed that sensation, claws included.
But at least this way, he can capture her lips once more in a deep, hungry kiss, even as his fingers move to slide the jacket of her outfit off her shoulders, easing it down her arms until it pools at her waist, leaving her only in the gilded jewelry wrapped about her ribs. He takes a moment to play again, fingers teasing and tweaking against her nipples not that they’re exposed to the warm night air, before he goes back to what he’d started, loosening the lower half of her jumpsuit so he can let it slide down over her hips and legs to pool about her ankles. Keeps her distracted with his mouth on hers and his hands stroking along warm flesh all the while. ]
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Date: 2023-07-09 09:21 pm (UTC)As her jumpsuit falls to the floor, it leaves her in nothing more than her golden ribcage and the lingerie she had alluded to. It's not common for her to treat her clothes like this, but here it will only act as a hindrance. She steps out of it, heels kicking the fabric aside for her to deal with later. Desperate to keep contact with him, she trailing frantic kisses down his jaw. Murmured between heated kisses she asks - ]
You'll have to tell me if you like it since I can't see your face.
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Date: 2023-07-09 11:51 pm (UTC)And here I didn't think you could possibly get more beautiful.
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Date: 2023-07-10 05:39 am (UTC)How you can you be sure it's not all just a part of the masquerade this evening?
[ Her hands linger there a moment before applying pressure to his shoulders, urging him down. ]
For all you know, this could be a facade.
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Date: 2023-07-12 12:51 am (UTC)It could be. But I don't believe it is.
[ He doesn't give her much time to come back with another smirking retort, because as he kisses his way across soft, flushed skin, he lets one hand trail fingers inward and down, slipping between her lace-clad legs to press up against more of the same. He's not surprised to find her already hot and wet, even through the fabric separating him from her skin. His touch teases there, stroking slowly between her legs to trace against sensitive skin. ]
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Date: 2023-07-12 05:17 pm (UTC)Idly she wonders how long it's been since someone has touched her like this. Does all of her sensitivity and yearning have to do with the lack of tactile touch that she's so used to having? Does it have to do with the anticipation leading up to this moment in the maze with a stranger? Or is there something else at play here that she can't quite put her finger on because her senses are clouded with fey wine, Lief's scent, and the roses around them?
Another stroke sends the thoughts fleeing from her mind as her eyes open again to see darkness. She squirms in his hold, fingers tightening, lips parting in a gasp as she struggles to ground herself long enough to form words into sentences. ]
And what makes you think that exactly?
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Date: 2023-07-12 09:42 pm (UTC)[ There’s a grin in his voice as he watches her reactions, his fingers playing against sensitivity with deliberate slowness. Relishing each little breathy gasp, each shivering little shudder. He’d known she would be beautiful like this, but she’s even more breathtaking than he imagined. ]
You might want to hold on, my lady.
[ There’s impish mischief in his voice as he gives her that warning, but his tone is all husky desire. He only gives her a moment to comply before his hands slide up the inside of one of her lace-clad thighs. Lifting her leg, he props it over one of his shoulders, letting it rest against the softness of the fox fur pelt he still wears, brushing against her pale skin. To keep her from being unbalanced, he keeps her pressed back against the marble column, but she’s spread open for him now and he takes advantage of it.
Fingers tug the soaked lace out of his way only a moment before his mouth fastens against sensitive flesh, lips and tongue tormenting here with the same skill he’d employed when playing with her breasts. Or perhaps even more. He’s not interested in holding back right now. ]
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Date: 2023-07-13 08:14 am (UTC)Their close run in with some faceless party goers means that she's well aware that there are others in the maze with them, but she can't bring herself to care. If they find two masked-ish strangers in a state of disarray then so be it. Hopefully the fey wouldn't take offence. All she can focus on is how her body feels like it could melt at at any moment with the way his tongue deftly works her clit. Her leg tightens around his neck, back arching, desperate to smother him between her thighs, to have more of his mouth on her.
Another whine rips from her lips, mildly incensed that the pretty lingerie she had chosen tonight is acting more like a hindrance than ever intended. Because instead of his fingers inside of her, they're being kept busy holding back the delicate lace. Trusting that the grip of her leg will hold her up, she chances unwinding her arm from around the column. It snakes down towards the fabric, tugging it aside for him. The brush of her own fingers against her swollen folds wrings the smallest whimper from her - a testament to what he's doing to her. ]
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Date: 2023-07-13 06:22 pm (UTC)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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Date: 2023-07-14 04:24 am (UTC)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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Date: 2023-07-14 04:37 am (UTC)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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Date: 2023-07-14 07:38 am (UTC)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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Date: 2023-07-14 08:03 pm (UTC)[ 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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Date: 2023-07-17 02:50 am (UTC)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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Date: 2023-07-23 01:19 pm (UTC)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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Date: 2023-07-23 08:29 pm (UTC)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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