[ 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. ]
[ 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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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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Date: 2023-08-01 02:36 am (UTC)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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Date: 2023-08-01 07:38 pm (UTC)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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Date: 2023-08-01 07:52 pm (UTC)[ 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. ]