[ He doesn't even need her cries and screams to know that she's shattering for him, her body tells him such with the way she can't continue to work herself, the way she arches, and most especially the way she tighens and grips him as he continues to thrust into her.
He bends over her a little, his hand leaving her clit and skirts to find his own secure purchase against the rocks so his mouth can find the shoulder still bare to him. Teeth nip sharply at her skin before he gives a dark sound. The banter, the pace, and how she's still tight around him, gripping him, milking him like her body knows he's so close, does him in and instead of letting out a low growled groan, he can't help mark her shoulder in his pleasure. She's going to have to be careful with what she wears for a few days, but he doesn't care too much as he fills her for the second time this afternoon.
It's only after he's done, finally starting to go soft inside her, panted breaths against wet skin from sweat and the water, that he nuzzles her skin gently and starts to stand back up. The hand at her throat is gentle as he eases her to stand back up, though he still hasn't slipped from her body. No, he's staying inside her for a moment, lingering in this feeling, this connection they're sharing. And well, it keeps that seed locked deep inside her a little while longer. ] I do hope my Queen is well sated for this afternoon. Or does she need more still? I'm sure her dragon can acquest if she gives him a moment to catch his breath. [ His words are purred with a laziness that befits what they've just done. If they were in the keep, near a bed, he'd love nothing more than to roll them into it to rest for a moment. Here, there's no where to rest. And they do eventually need to get back.
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Date: 2022-11-12 10:21 pm (UTC)He bends over her a little, his hand leaving her clit and skirts to find his own secure purchase against the rocks so his mouth can find the shoulder still bare to him. Teeth nip sharply at her skin before he gives a dark sound. The banter, the pace, and how she's still tight around him, gripping him, milking him like her body knows he's so close, does him in and instead of letting out a low growled groan, he can't help mark her shoulder in his pleasure. She's going to have to be careful with what she wears for a few days, but he doesn't care too much as he fills her for the second time this afternoon.
It's only after he's done, finally starting to go soft inside her, panted breaths against wet skin from sweat and the water, that he nuzzles her skin gently and starts to stand back up. The hand at her throat is gentle as he eases her to stand back up, though he still hasn't slipped from her body. No, he's staying inside her for a moment, lingering in this feeling, this connection they're sharing. And well, it keeps that seed locked deep inside her a little while longer. ] I do hope my Queen is well sated for this afternoon. Or does she need more still? I'm sure her dragon can acquest if she gives him a moment to catch his breath. [ His words are purred with a laziness that befits what they've just done. If they were in the keep, near a bed, he'd love nothing more than to roll them into it to rest for a moment. Here, there's no where to rest. And they do eventually need to get back.
At some point. ]