Open To Anyone For Anything RP Post

[questionablewit]

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[takesnoshit]

"Yes--" She gasps, swallows, tries again. "Yes, there. That is it--"

She gasps again, and one of her hands fisting in the blanket underneath them, her back arching. Unconsciously she begins to move her hips against his mouth as he continues, rolling them so his tongue finds just the right spot, and she grows more and more breathless.

[grumpycatanthir]

Caranthir cannot help the very pleased smirk, and he obligingly keeps going, licking and then, since she did suggest it, very, very carefully applying just the very edge of his teeth.

[takesnoshit]

She gasps, then laughs, shaking her head. "No--no, I think the other was better. Caranthir--" She moans, arching against his mouth again, her hand tangled in his hair. "This is...by all the Valar, this is good..." And then lower, a few words in her own language, which he may or may not recognize. They are not polite, though they are certainly fervent.

[grumpycatanthir]

"Noted." He voice rumbles against her, pressed close as he is, and he grins as she starts to lose her grip on Sindarin, lavishly returning to licking.

[takesnoshit]

"Ah..." Oh, she is close now, so close, she knows it, for she has brought herself to completion many times with her own fingers. She considers stopping--but he will not last long inside her this first time, she knows, and she wants it so, and ai, the warmth of him, of his mouth, and then she reaches between them and rubs her clit a few times, short quick circles, with his tongue also there working at her, and she lets a sharp cry as she arches, tenses, stills.

For a moment she merely lays there panting in the aftermath, then she reaches to pull him back up beside her, kissing him with slow,d eep fervor, tasting herself on his mouth.

[grumpycatanthir]

He comes as she tugs, a very smug looking smile on his face.

"Did I please my lady?" He purrs at her.

[takesnoshit]

She looks up at him with a sensuous smirk, amused by his obvious satisfaction. Not that it is unmerited. "You did," she confirms, kissing him again.

After a few minutes she rolls them over, begins moving down his body, kissing and sucking as she goes. "It would be...most discourteous, for me not...to reward your efforts..."

[grumpycatanthir]

He has grown a little soft, in the meantime, but he is quick to respond to her attentions, eyes dilating as he arches into her lips.

"Hm... yes I... agree that would... ah!... be... most kind."

[takesnoshit]

She chuckles low at his breathless, stuttered speech, the way he rises under her--in every sense. Again she stops at his nipple, sucking lightly and flicking her tongue over it--but this time one hand reaches lower, cupping him firmly for a moment, then circling him with thumb and fingers. She lifts her head a little to see his reaction.

[grumpycatanthir]

He groans, head going back.

"Haleth!"

[takesnoshit]

"Mm?" A teasing, distracted sound that does not need an answer. She moves her mouth across his chest even as she moves her hand around him, stroking him with slow deliberation.

[grumpycatanthir]

His hips move without his conscious volition, and he groans, hands scrabbling for some sort of purchase.

"Damn tease!"

[takesnoshit]

She chuckles again, well pleased by this reaction. "You would rather I did not tease?" she says, flicking her tongue delicately once more against his chest. "Very well."

Abruptly she releases him and moves further down, glancing up at him and pausing for just a moment, wearing an utterly feral grin, before licking him from base to tip, then taking him into her mouth.

[grumpycatanthir]

"Ai!" He arches hard, hands digging into the bed beneath to stop himself reaching for her instead.

"Haleth!"

Well, if there was anyone who was wondering what was going on in the tent they aren't any longer.

[takesnoshit]

Haleth hums her amusement, which also vibrates her mouth against that most sensitive skin. Her motions are all slow and deliberate, for this above all she knows is new to him, and most likely to overwhelm. She takes him in carefully, not very deep at first, then deeper. One of her hands searches for his, where he clutches at the bedsheets, and holds it tight.

[grumpycatanthir]

"Haleth!" The cry is almost a sob, and he clutches blindly at her, gasping as his hips rock.

[takesnoshit]

She does not keep going for long. Wonderful though the sounds he makes are to her, and much as she would like to finish him this way, if only for his own pleasure--no, not this time. Not this first time.

She slides her mouth off of him, careful not to be too abrupt about it, then climbs up his body until she is straddling him. She bends down and kisses him passionately, knowing he is near breathless. At the same time she rubs herself against him, knowing he will feel how ready she is, how inviting.

[grumpycatanthir]

He sobs as she pulls her mouth away, hips arching up to chase her, and his lips against hers are needy.

"Oh!" He gasps brokenly. "Haleth, please!"

[takesnoshit]

"Yes," she whispers against his mouth. "Oh, yes--" It has been a long while, but she remembers how this is done, her body knows what it wants. She reaches between them to take him in hand, positioning him so the tip is at her entrance, and pushes herself on him. "Ah, my love, my Caranthir, yes--"

It is good, being on top. She can control this, take him in slowly, give herself all the the time she needs to adjust to his girth, do no more than what is comfortable or pleasurable. And she can see his face as she slowly sheathes him, in a series of shallow thrusts that grow gradually deeper, until finally she has him fully enclosed.

She pauses at that, bent over him and breathing hard, all her skin flushed hot. "Caranthir?" One last question, to see if they are both ready for this last step. One moment to appreciate the anticipation, and this feeling of being fully joined with him.

[grumpycatanthir]

He shudders, cheeks flushes and eyes fixed on hers.

"Please, oh Haleth, yes!"

[takesnoshit]

She stares at him in wonder for a moment, being simply amazed that they have come to this point. That she may see him so, the naked love and need in him so fully displayed to her. Once again she leans over and kisses him, and as she does she begins to move against him in earnest, slow but with a definite, unbreaking rhythm.

BTW did we want to soul bond them ala LACE XD

[grumpycatanthir]

He cries out, hand gripping hers, hips moving jerkily at first until he catches her rhythm.

"Haleth, oh Haleth, oh..."

His words are almost sobs of her name, and he knows full well he won't last.

"Haleth, I'm... I..."

Why not. =) I don't mind. And it will surprise Haleth.

[takesnoshit]

"I know." Breathless words of comfort, offered as she moves with him. She can see the flush in his chest, remembers the signs of what is to come, and she expected it to be soon. "I know. It is all right. Ah, yes, Caranthir, yes--"

lol ok tell me if it doesn't work!

[grumpycatanthir]

"Haleth!"

He cries her name as he feels his orgasm hit, body convulsing under her, but he's blinded, his soul expanding, reaching, for it's other half, the mate to his, finding and tangling with in an embrace of joy.

[takesnoshit]

It hits Haleth like a lightning bolt.

It is nothing like anything she has ever experienced, nothing. Caranthir had tried to warn her, in a way, but she had not understood. Possibly he had not either, not in truth.

She has not words for it, nor capacity for understanding. Something within her expands, reaches, entwines, joins. It's a far, far more fundamental and irrevocable joining than the act they perform with their bodies. That is joyous; this is transcendent.

Haleth feels for a moment as though she will turn wholly into light, as though there is no division at all between them, all empty corners filled, all parts connected. Where there was one there are two and then two made back into one, indivisible.

She is very distantly aware that she does climax again, his release pulling hers with it. It's almost an afterthought.

Such intensity cannot be borne for long, and it is more relief than not when as quickly as it happened the blinding flash of--everything--is gone, and she collapses on top of Caranthir, gasping for breath. For a while all she can do is breathe, as she tries to resettle within herself, aware that something has happened, something has changed, everything has changed. She is different than she was. She cannot say how, but knows she is, can feel it as surely as she feels gravity pulling her to the earth. As intangible and inarguable a thing.

They lie together for a long time, his arms around her as she lays on his chest, breathing, recovering, recalibrating. It is a long time before she speaks. "I am no longer surprised," she says quietly, "that your kind love only once, in all their long lifetimes."