Thread: Man Witch [Goody + Prince]

Alluna had been so agonizingly close from Uther's fingers working inside of her that when he'd tossed her over onto her stomach she had very little sense left to torment him, let alone answer his question of what it was she'd learned. She let out ragged breathes that were punctuated by high, sweet moans, her voice cutting the air like a bell each time he thrust into her. She had dug her fingers into the sands, her head tipped forward and her back arched to let Uther in as deeply as her plush backside would allow until he'd cupped her face and pulled her in to kiss him, her teeth tugging at his lower lip right before her mouth hung open and her body flexed, shuddered, choked sounds of pleasure pouring out of her as she came. Her muscles squeezed appreciatively around his cock in rapid, sporadic pulses, and her thighs were soaked with the result of her pleasure, her whole body quivering under him as she felt him topple into a climax as well. Her mind was hazed over with a warm, blissed out fog as she nuzzled at him back, nothing left after such brutality but their genuine affection as she reached one of her hands back to stroke his jaw and cheek, turning her head just so to kiss his forehead and hair while he in turn pressed kisses along her shoulder and throat. It was wonderful, the reverberating pleasure, the still interlocked connection of their hips, the feeling of being full of him in every way once more. How she'd missed this... even the sting where bruises were forming on her hips from his grip were precious and missed. They were both dirty and dusty and fantastically sated, and she could recall a dozen times they had been like this before... it was as though, at least just then, like no time had passed between them at all. It gave her hope in that way that she wasn't too late to win him back completely. After all, morning would come and while Uther wasn't the sort of man to step into a trap and find himself regretful and fool-hardy, even in the case of a woman, she again would not find it in herself to blame him if he sought distance between them for how she'd left him behind. She tried not to think of that then as she started to catch her breath, shaking her head firmly and laughing a little as a cloud of dust spilled from her hair. I do believe some clean up is in order here. She sighed, releasing his cheek to reach between her thighs and catch up some of the slickness she'd spilled on her fingertips. She glanced over her shoulder at him, and just because she could she sucked her own flavor off of her fingers, raising a brow at him as she looked to him from under her eyelashes. You did well, Uther. Fantastic as always. She wasn't one to praise anyone who didn't deserve it-- Uther would know that to be praised at all for such a performance meant he'd gone well beyond her expectations. She was still a bit dizzy with the aftermath of her orgasm after all, and her skin was flushed that beautiful, telling shade of pink that gave away the heat he'd ignited and sated in her. She wanted to ask him if he'd let her stay the night-- there were two options on the matter really that she struggled to consider when he was still inside of her and her muscles were still quivering a touch, distracting her from calculation. To ask would be an out right admission that she wanted to-- there was no harm in that was there? If she simply asked, it wouldn't be something sappy and over dramatic. Though, to ask would also imply that she thought he might say no, and then he might, and she'd be left to wander back to her room, dusty and full of his come and alone for the evening. If she assumed she was to join him, that would not be terribly unusual or remiss, but it would go against her desire to give him complete freedom to choose her again... perhaps sleeping together, actually sleeping together, would be too intimate too soon. Even the wild throws of sex could not quite compare to the evenings they'd spent tucked against each other, trying to sleep but failing to do so because one or the other always thought of something more to say, quietly laughing at some idiotic thing a trainee did, some blunder of a new teacher, some technique that was worth trying out in the field. She remembered the way it felt, her cheek pressed against his shoulder with her nose pressed to his neck while his fingers wrapped themselves in slow spirals around strands of her hair, or nights where he bore his weight upon her because he knew she could handle it, his head rested comfortably upon her breasts and his arms wrapped around her tight like he might not ever let her go. That had been intimate. The feeling of his fingers combing through her hair, the brush of their ankles under covers, the slow, even, soothing sound of his breathing while he slept... that had been more intimate to Alluna than any sexual depravity she had humored from him or anyone else. She let him kiss at her skin, but knowing Uther he could most likely hear it, she was thinking so hard, and in a split second decision so as not to ruin what she had gained in that evening, she asked. To bed?