Golden Peacock TDM Overflow

[bardische]

Original Top Level
Overlfow 2l
Overflow 3

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[bardische]

[ Whatever notion he'd had that she wasn't experienced is gone. She's incredible, and it's taking all of his restraint not to fuck into her. He gasps as she arches back into his hands, as worked up by that pleasure at his own touch as he is at the mouth at his cock.

Her hand comes around his sack, her mouth retreating to tease his head, and he whimpers, finally letting himself rock. ]

Please. I want to take you. I want to finish inside you and feel you around me.

[ Have their fluids and scents mixed up, know she's his and he is hers and that they are a mated pair. ]

If you...keep going like that...I'm going to fuck you back. [ It's a plea as much as a warning, hips jerking as he suggests it, his hands still kneading her ass.

[theidlemaiden]

[ Basch's words and actions have her lips curling into a smile as her tongue continues to lavish him when he finally does as she'd hoped. Replacing her mouth with her hands to keep the friction and the need growing she turns, giving him a cheeky glance over her shoulder. The colour flushing over his cheeks softens the strong lines of his face. Layer it with his need for her and she may as well have melted right then and there. ]

You say that like that's a bad thing. Maybe I want you to fuck my mouth and use it however you want.

[ It's punctuated by a slow languid lick but she relents. Next time. His cock leaves her mouth with a wet pop as falls onto her back, pink hair fanning around her. One hand reaches between her to spread her folds apart from him, the other hand held out towards him. A warm smile spreads onto her face, unaware about how laid bare she is for him. Not just her legs but the scar marring her chest and her arms. None of it matters. All that matters is having him close and hearing their heartbeats fall in time together. ]

Come here. Fill me up, Basch.

[ The teasing air from before fades, left behind with a breathless tone that can only be need. ]

[bardische]

I will follow any order you give, and gladly. [ There's a pant to his voice, an unmistakable want as he gives her that truth. Even if all he wants is to see her overwhelmed with pleasure and satisfaction, and feels frustrated he doesn't know better what will get her there.

Which is hard to even try to calculate, with her hand and her tongue driving him wild. Then she's rolling off of him, and he's watching awe as her body moves, every inch of her strong and perfect. His eyes only widen as she parts herself for him, inviting him to look, to touch. He may have just been there with his tongue, but this is still different, being invited in, told to fill her.

He doesn't hesitate, climbing over her, his hands running tenderly down her legs as he lines his head up to her folds. She's so wet, that even on his first thrust he slides easily into that warm tension, breathless and adoring as he does. ]

I want to please you, Hilda. Anything you like -- tell me and it's yours.

[theidlemaiden]

Any order?

[ Her voice lilts with an obvious joy, an exhilaration though it has less to do with the idea of giving him orders and everything to do with how much his voice is awash in need. The flush grows a little rosier on her cheeks, her eyes gleaming brighter as she watches position himself between her legs.

A needy gasp flutters as she feels him slip into her like he was made for her. She grasps at him, pulling his lips down to meet hers. ]

Fuck my cunt. Fill it up with you until I'm dripping. I want your fingers to mark me so that everyone knows who my mate is.

[bardische]

[ Her joy catches in him, making him flush and grin. Gods, she is perfect. And that's before she gasps in a way that makes him so hungry for more that he can hardly think. It's a blessing she pulls him down -- and wildly attractive, being steered like this. ]

Yes [ he gasps against her lips the moment she tells him to fuck her. ] You as well -- fingers, or mouth. I want to be marked in turn.

[ His hips rock, and wet as she is, it's barely a few strokes before he's filled her entirely, moaning with how good she feels. His grip on her breast and side deepen, harder and harder as he presses for bruising, his hips beginning to rock of their own accord.

He bends his head down, taking her nipple in his teeth again and nipping harder, regretting he can't touch all of her at once. ]

[theidlemaiden]

[ Everything about him is perfect. The thought rings so bright and clear in her mind as she gazes up at him with adoration she doesn't bother to hide. The way he smiles making his face light up from the inside out, the press of his fingers into her curves adding to the myriad of scars some faded and some fresher than others; the sharp bite of his teeth to her nipples, a delicious contrast to the warmth that pools between them - all of them are marks she's proud to wear if only because it's proof that he's claimed her.

Her strong thighs frame and press into his hips like they were always meant to fit there and her walls clench tightly around his length as if there was a risk of him leaving her. At his behest she does what he asks, wanting to make him feel as good as she does. Crescent moons from where she clings onto him appear on his shoulders and his back, not hard enough to draw blood but certainly enough to ensure that there will be traces of her in the morning.

As he rocks into her they settle into an easy rhythm, the sound of how wet she is for him fueling the desire in her belly. A hand buries in his hair, tugging tight as she keens. ] 

I want you nice and deep, Basch. Don't hold back.

[bardische]

[ That adoration just makes him want to be more for her. Stronger, kinder, more in charge, more submissive. Whatever it is she wants, he wants to fulfill it, wants her to bask in how pleased she is with her mate.

It's clear she's pleased, by how wet she is, by the way she immediately claws back at his skin, by how smooth but intense their rhythm is. When she gives him another order, though, he's all too happy to follow, keening back at that pressure on his hair.

He guides her ankles up to his shoulders, shifting onto his knees. His hold his bruising on her hips, his mouth wandering from her breasts to her neck. Like this, he can pump faster, deeper, breathless and aching as he does. ]

Gods, Hilda, you feel...perfect...

[ She's already come once, but he still wants her first. His face tenses, heat in his belly threatening dizziness as the early pangs of orgasm start to radiated from him. He's not even away of the sweat breaking on him, or the increasing need in his moans. He wants to fill her, to feel her constrict so tight around him in pleasure he can't breathe, to see these marks on her in the morning light... ]

[theidlemaiden]

[ When he moves her ankles to his shoulders she can't help the moan that slips out of her. The angle means he can strike her with more weight all while sinking deliciously deep as she needs to feel every inch of him.

It's not so much his praise that sets her skin aflame as it is his eagerness. His honeyed words make her feel aglow, and how hard he feels inside of her arouses her beyond belief. But it's more than that. It's the rhythm she needs, the pressure that he applies is everything that she desires making her cunt ache and throb.

She can tell from his breathing, from the sounds that are so sweet to her ears, that he's close too. Her hands find his face, pulling him from the crook of her neck so that his lips can capture hers instead. She kisses him like a woman parched as her climax begins to build like an inevitable force. She shatters without warning save for a cry of his name. Muscles clench around him as she gasps and shudders, nails clawing up the length of his back as a means of grounding herself. ]

[bardische]

[ Every time she encourages him, he meets her with renewed need. Eagerness is an understatement, and what little thought makes it through the burning dive to please her is in utter disbelief that she's his, that she's so deeply happy with him. It only makes him want to satisfy her more.

His movements are intense, rapid, but still rhythmic, fucking her with experience and purpose. But it's her pulling his face back to hers that does him in. He kisses back just as desperately, and the moment her walls start to shudder around him, he's gasping her name back, buckling over her and clinging to her as his seed spends deep and hot. Every shudder she gives reverberates through him, causing his body to shift between the freeze of climax and the tremble of afterglow, shaking at the pleasure of her sounds and the nails down his back.

As soon as he's able -- still panting, so dizzy he can hardly keep his balance -- he's nuzzling against her, drunkenly finding her lips as he tugs her down to lay beside him, careful to keep from dislodging just yet. His legs wrap around her, arms cradling her, and the same passion that had drive their coupling drives a need to dote, to stroke, to protect. He's still shaking, gasping every time she shifts and his sensitive cock sends heat through him again, and he's only sorry he's too spent to have her again. ]

[theidlemaiden]

[ Hilda's entire body feels like warm liquid, pliable and easily molding against Basch's chest as he pulls her into him. There's a languid contentedness to her expression and how she pulls his arms tight around her relishing the feeling of his cock inside of her. There had been plenty of times in the past where she had pushed her partners off, discontent with the thought of more sweat on her. As much as she was a cuddler she would rather not have to do it while they were both in various states of disarray.

There's nothing like that here though. Not when every nerve inside of her hums in pleasure and her hips press teasingly into him drawing out those little shudders that made her want him want him all the more despite her cunt still filled with his cum. So much of her still yearns for more, the little rabbit inside of her not satisfied with just this. But the small part of her that still remains unaffected by the food they had shared is content for now as they catch their breaths. 

Because in his arms she feels a sense of security that she had seemingly left Fodlan without. She had woken up here scared and confused, uncertain of what to expect while she had been here or if any of this was real in the first place. But with her heart hammering against her chest in time with his, she feels tethered and grounded in a way that she hadn't before.

With that lingering thought of safety in her her eyelids flutter as she twines their fingers together and brings them up to her lips to kiss. ] 

You're perfect, Basch. I feel so safe with you.