[He is bigger than Viserys and better in his movements. The hard, fast pace is more akin to what her body desired. It wasn't as if Viserys were slow to savor it, but rather he didn't have as much speed or interest in more than the perfunctory. Her body comes more alive by this, knowing better how to stand, how to keep from collapsing and how to lean back against him. Her cry is covered by the falls, a declaration of triumph as he was fully inside her.
The pain was pleasing, both bite and thrust had her entirely focused on what was happening. Where she disassociated with Viserys, she fully in the present in this moment. Her hips rocked with him, meeting his fingers as he touched her lewdly. Her body was damp from both sweat and spray. The smell would at least be covered, she hoped. There would be talk about her appearance, but perhaps not for this reason.
Oh but this was wrong. She could see now his meaning about pleasure, but the cost still hanged heavily in the back of her mind. She had, perhaps, given in too fast, pushed for too much too quickly. She had insulted herself by letting out these wanton desires instead of controlling them. Her worries and suspicions could well come true. Perhaps it may well be a bit of sport for him before his interests shifted, but perhaps that may be what she wanted in a sense. A brief glimpse, a small bit of temptation and then never again.
Yet with this building feeling, the warmth of his touch between her legs and his hardness filling her rapidly, it was hard to believe that wish.
She gripped the rocks with her hands, her broken nails scratching into the hard surface. They would be crusty with grime and blood, but she didn't care. If she was to be wanton, she would be wanton. While she was no maid, he had to set the pace and movement, this position, this intensity was new to her. Better that it have been here than somewhere someone might hear or suspect.
Time wasn't on their side and she whispered for him to move faster. Her groans and gasps were buried against her lips before her neck arched, aching for more kisses there, seeking to be thoroughly debauched.]
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The pain was pleasing, both bite and thrust had her entirely focused on what was happening. Where she disassociated with Viserys, she fully in the present in this moment. Her hips rocked with him, meeting his fingers as he touched her lewdly. Her body was damp from both sweat and spray. The smell would at least be covered, she hoped. There would be talk about her appearance, but perhaps not for this reason.
Oh but this was wrong. She could see now his meaning about pleasure, but the cost still hanged heavily in the back of her mind. She had, perhaps, given in too fast, pushed for too much too quickly. She had insulted herself by letting out these wanton desires instead of controlling them. Her worries and suspicions could well come true. Perhaps it may well be a bit of sport for him before his interests shifted, but perhaps that may be what she wanted in a sense. A brief glimpse, a small bit of temptation and then never again.
Yet with this building feeling, the warmth of his touch between her legs and his hardness filling her rapidly, it was hard to believe that wish.
She gripped the rocks with her hands, her broken nails scratching into the hard surface. They would be crusty with grime and blood, but she didn't care. If she was to be wanton, she would be wanton. While she was no maid, he had to set the pace and movement, this position, this intensity was new to her. Better that it have been here than somewhere someone might hear or suspect.
Time wasn't on their side and she whispered for him to move faster. Her groans and gasps were buried against her lips before her neck arched, aching for more kisses there, seeking to be thoroughly debauched.]
Quickly.