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The sun dropped slowly into the ocean and set the horizon ablaze. The view was spectacular from the tower's bedroom and she sighed in contentment as she leaned against the doorframe, the vermillion glow turning her pale dress golden.
She smiled as his arms snuck around her waist and he nuzzled into her neck.
‘You look exceptionally beautiful in this light,’ he said, lips brushing against her skin.
‘And you always know just the right things to say.’
‘Beauty is truth, truth beauty. That is all ye know on earth and all ye need to know.’
‘Very pretty,’ she said, ‘One of your own?’
He huffed a laugh and dropped a light kiss on her throat that made her shiver.
‘I should divest you of these notions that I'm a poet equal to the greats but-’ he traced his nose up to under her ear ‘I am a fool for your approval so I don't think I shall.’
She turned in his arms and twined her own around his neck. His dark hair was pulled back just as she liked it and his lips curved in a smile that was just for her before he leaned in.
Her heart leapt as it always did, pulse fluttering at each brush of his lips and the stroke of his tongue until she didn't know where one of them started and the other began. She wrapped herself tighter against him, feeling the warm, hardness of his body pressed against hers.
‘Not to stop this delicious train of thought,’ he said as he let his hand smooth over the curve of her behind to pull her closer still ‘But I thought we had a dinner reservation for this evening?’
‘It just so happens that I received a Sending not half an hour ago that they had to cancel.’
‘Is that so?’ his eyes sparkled with delight and his lip twitched in a half smile, trying to mask his glee and failing delightfully.
‘Mm,’ she brushed a loose strand of hair back from his face and let her fingers brush down his cheek to stroke a thumb across his bottom lip.
‘Such a pity,’ he murmured, his innocent expression slipping by the second as he kissed her fingers. ‘What will we do all evening?’
‘I have a few ideas,’ she sighed against his mouth, before flicking her tongue against his lips, teasing him. ‘Maybe you would like to play a game?’
‘As you know,’ he murmured against her mouth, the brush of his lips intoxicating. ‘I'm extremely well versed in multiple genres. What do you have in mind? Lanceboard? Talis?’ His hands found the bare skin of her back and stroked softly ‘I've heard Swords and Shields can be extremely… stimulating…’
‘Not quite what I had in mind,’ she purred, guiding him to the window seat where he sat and pulled her forward to straddle him. She rolled her hips further into his lap and revelled in his sharp hitch of breath as she did so. ‘This game really depends on if you are feeling like being a good boy for me.’
His hands ran up her thighs, fingers digging in just how she liked. Arching her back, she leaned forward, encouraging those hands to slide around and cup her backside.
‘Mm,’ his voice is lower now, causing heat to pool in her stomach. ‘How good would you like me to be?’
‘Oh, you need to be verrrry good,’ she drawled slowly before kissing him again. He let her take control as his hands kneaded her arse and pulled her against his hardening cock. With her dress riding up around her hips there were only a few flimsy layers of fabric between them and the feeling of him growing hot and thick underneath her was decadent.
‘Would you let me taste you first?’ He asked ‘Then you can do anything you like to me.’
‘Anything?’
‘Anything,’ He breathed against her skin, making her shiver. ‘I love how you taste, and how wet I make you.’
‘Hmm,’ she smirked, not bothering to hide how erotic she found it when he talked like that to her. No other lover had ever made her feel as desired as he did or make her as desperate for their touch. ‘I'll allow it.’
With a grin he guided her to lay back on the couch, kissing her mouth, then her throat, in between her breasts, to her stomach. Even through the material of her dress she felt his warmth and her body shuddered in anticipation as he worked his way down.
He knelt between her legs, sitting on his heels and caressed up the smooth skin of her thigh and calf before bringing her bare foot to his mouth, pressing a kiss to the arch. She wasn't ticklish but it was just sensitive enough that it made her squirm, which only encouraged him. A long, slow lick followed, his tongue hot and wet, making her whimper as she imagined him buried between her thighs.
‘You are so beautiful,’ he whispered ‘Every single part of you deserves complete adoration.’
Pressing further soft kisses over the underside of her foot he slipped her toe into his mouth, sucking softly. Gods it shouldn't feel so good but it did, she moaned for him, back arching a little off the couch. His hands massaged down to her calf, his talented fingers working into the muscle.
She relaxed back, revelling in the sensations, allowing her hands to drift, stroking the hardened buds of her nipples through the dress fabric. Feeling his eyes watching her every move she eased her breasts out of the plunging neckline so she could stroke her fingers over the soft, warm skin.
She felt his teeth then, grazing her instep and his tongue laving over her ankle before he slung her leg over his shoulder and reached down to grab her hips, pulling her towards him.
His fingers trailed slowly down her thigh, over that sensitive skin with a touch so light she wanted to arch into it. She closed her eyes and revelled in the anticipation as he got closer and closer until finally he brushed over the silk of her underwear. He stroked her, encouraging her soft moans of pleasure as he kissed and sucked her toes, the combined sensations almost overwhelming her. She heard his little groan of pleasure as his fingers found her slick with need.
‘Gale-’ she panted, asking for more, needing to feel his mouth on her.
Pausing only to divest her of her underwear he then sat back up and drank in the sight of her laid out before him, his eyes fixed on her, holding her in place.
She let her knees open slightly and he couldn't seem to resist letting his gaze fall.
‘Kiss me,’ she purred, resting on her elbows so she could watch him as he settled himself between her legs. His dark head bowed and then she gasped as he finally licked her, slow and hot. Soft kisses and the devastating flick of his tongue over her swollen sex made her gasp and push against him, wanting more. He groaned in pleasure at her response and started to suck just as she felt his fingers ease into her. She was so wet and ready for him, she nearly dragged him up her body so he would bury his cock deep instead of her, satisfying this desperate need with the thrust of his hips.
Managing to resist, she instead fought against her climax, she was so close but his mouth licked and sucked and took her right to the edge. The hot band of burdening pleasure wrapped around her hips, flowing over her body until she forgot everything except for his touch. His fingers curled up inside of her, moving slowly in and out as his tongue swirled softly around her clit. He knew exactly how to bring her, he had studied her body like a piece of art, every touch, every caress, a veneration.
Her pleasure built and built until suddenly it was too much. She came hard, clenching tight around his fingers and he stroked her through her climax, waves of pleasure washing over her body.
‘Mm, Godsabove-’ she managed finally, a smile of satiation curving her lips, her body still trembling in spent desire.
‘I think I remember you mentioning a game?’ he said, smiling up at her from between her legs, resting his head against her thigh whilst his fingers stroked gently over her stomach ‘Or shall I just do that again and again until you beg me to stop?’
‘Oh you're not getting away that easy,’ she grinned, pushing herself up on one elbow and stroking her other hand through his hair.
He kissed her thigh, his beard brushing against the delicate skin and making her giggle. Sitting up, he dragged his shirt over his head and discarded it to the floor before reaching for her and pulling her into his arms. She nuzzled into his chest, enjoying the hot scent of his skin. Shifting her legs she brushed up against his erection, still thick and hard against her thigh. Going down on her was sometimes all it took to make him come, she knew he delighted in the taste of her, using everything he had to bring her again and again. She kept brushing him slowly, teasing him with the slightest touch through the fabric of his trousers..
‘Do you want to see what I've been working on?’ she asked.
‘I presume it's, gods, relevant to our current, urmm, situation?’ he panted slightly and ground his cock against the softness of her thigh.
She gestured to call her magic and felt the rush of power across her skin as an illusionary figure appeared by her side. Almost translucent and glowing faintly in the dim light, the conjuration was her replica in exact detail. It tossed its head a little, a smile gracing its full lips, waiting for her unspoken request.
‘I feel this maybe isn't the time to ask pertinent questions about where you learnt this?’
‘Correct, this is very much a show and not tell activity,’ she teased.
Leaning in once more she kissed him, tangling her fingers in his hair as her tongue stroked against his. He whined softly as she pulled back.
‘She looks like me, feels like me and does exactly want I want her to do.’
She canted her hips to grind herself against his eager cock, forcing another groan from his lips.
‘And you're going to stay right here and watch.’
He swallowed audibly as she ran her hands down his body and slowly started to unlace his breeches. He was pressed up against the material and moaned as she stroked him.
‘Would you like to hear the rules, lover?’ she said, reaching down to wrap her fingers around his length. He moaned and thrust his hips, fucking into her hand.
‘Yes, tell me,’ he said, eyes closed, giving himself over to her every desire.
‘The only one touching themself is me, so I think these might be in order,’ she flicked her hand and two illusionary hands appeared and took hold of his wrists, pressing them back against the couch away from his body.
‘Can't have your hands in your lap now, can we? Far too tempting,’ she said in his ear before taking the lobe of it into her mouth to suck. He groaned again, pushing without conviction against his restraints, his straining cock desperately seeking friction against her body which she denied.
‘No magic, no talking,’ she whispered ‘But I do want to hear the sweet, beautiful noises you make for me and then maybe, just maybe-’ she paused and moved to allow her mouth to brush his before licking his lush bottom lip ‘I'll allow you to fuck me.’
His soft noises of desire made her clench around nothing, her want and need building so quickly until she ached.
She was tempted to tease him a little more but instead stood and, taking her duplicate's hand, walked over to the bed. It was a huge four post affair, canopied in white and in direct view of where he sat in the cushioned window seat. Half undressed and looking thoroughly ambrosian as he gazed at her, dark eyes hooded with latent desire.
The illusion’s gentle touch glided up her arm and guided her to sit on the end of the bed before helping her to undress. Its fingers felt warm on her skin and if she shut her eyes she could imagine her own fingers curving down her neck before cupping the weight of her breast. Leaning her head back she gave her over to the sensations, the illusion tracing a thumb over her nipple, circling till she was hard and then it dropped its head to suck. Leaning back on her hands she opened her legs and the illusion moved between. Gale moaned and she heard the huff of his breath as he watched. The conjuration was semi transparent so he must only be able to see a glimpse of the view she was providing and it was clearly not enough.
‘Nissa. Godsabove, please-’
‘Ah ah,’ she said to him, not bothering to open her eyes as the illusion reached a hand between her legs distracting her ‘Oh, yes, like that. Gale, you agreed no talking, be a good boy for me and I'll save myself for you.’
Another groan and then he was quiet until the illusion sank to its knees and started to lick the wetness between her legs.
‘Nissa, let me please, let me touch you,’ he growled, low and full of desperate need.
‘Soon,’ she purred, arching her back in pleasure. She wasn’t quite as eager this time and wanted to enjoy every single moment of teasing him whilst the soft swirl of the illusions tongue licked at her clit. Gale cursed and she heard him push against the restraints so sat up to watch him. Shirtless and with his arms pulled to the sides he watched her with desperation and lust. His cock, straining above the open laces of his breeches made her mouth water.
The illusion was doing too good a job, reaching up to stroke her breasts as the other hand sought her entrance and slid two fingers gently inside her, still sucking gently at her apex.
‘Fuck,' she groaned and his matching curses filled the air.
‘Niss, fuck, you’re going to make me come and I've not even touched you properly. Please.’
She gently pushed the illusion away so she could turn over, kneeling on all fours on the bed then dropping her chest. The duplicate moved back, tongue licking against her folds and pressing in and out of her but it wasn't enough. She needed more.
With a flick of her hand the illusion and the mage hands vanished and within seconds she felt his hands on her hips. His solid grip made her writhe.
‘Fuck me,’ she said with a moan, pressing back, urging him to satisfy her.
He licked her long and slow first, groaning at her taste then she felt the head of him edging into her. She tried to push back, but he held her tight, taking his time to slowly slide himself deep. He filled her completely, from this angle it was almost too much but she whimpered for more. Just as slowly he withdrew, right to the tip before thrusting back into her, faster this time. His fingers dug into her hips as he fucked her, their desperate noises blending together as he brought her closer and closer. The hot, thickness of his cock pushing into her, stroking her, made waves of pleasure course through her body.
She lifted herself to her knees, arching her back, feeling his hands move to cup her breasts, his fingers finding her taut nipples, brushing his thumbs over them. He scattered hot, open mouthed kisses on her shoulders and her neck before reaching up to turn her face to him. His kiss was a yearning, fervent thing, asking her to yield to him to give herself over to the pleasure. His tongue stroked hers as his cock thrust into her again and again until then she felt her bliss release and her body trembled and clenched around him.
‘Ah, gods, I can’t stop,’ he managed and dove into her once final time before she felt him pulse inside of her, his moan of pleasure making her clench again, holding him tight inside her.
They collapsed forward on the bed, breathless and he immediately pulled her into his arms, nuzzling into her neck, until she giggled.
‘That was extraordinarily cruel,’ he growled and nipped at her earlobe, making her giggle again. She sighed and pushed back against him, loving the feeling of his bare skin against hers. He trailed a hand down her side, lingering on the curve of her hip.
‘But I already have ideas for that spell for next time.’
She grinned, ‘I thought you might…’