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Everything he is doing is driving her insane. Even the slightest touches spread the desire throughout her veins like wildfire, leaving her burning him from the inside out in an entirely different and much more pleasurable way than the engine for a heart she has.

His fingers slip inside of her, and at this point she is soaking wet, it's a fairly easy thing to push them inside of her. The curling of his fingers draws a whimper from Karlach, her hips rocking to meet every single thrust of his fingers in an instinctive, desperate need for more.

She can't get enough. Lips part in moans, loud and unashamed, as his fingers curl against sensitive spots that have her entire body shuddering underneath him. Her back arching, seeking more of the touch of his lips against her chest, every move feels like desperation personified. "Oh gods." Karlach says in a breathless whisper, her hips never ceasing in the way she greedily meets his thrusts into her.

The pleasure is almost too much, almost immediately, because of how sexually pent up she is. Her fingers curl around the sheets underneath her, claws tearing at them. "Dammon. Ah - fuck. That feels so fucking good. Don't stop."

He kept working his hand, relishing the slick sounds audible between her moans. In the meantime, his parted lips kissed the glow of Karlach's engine, then continued their trail to one breast. Half a breath after another curl of his fingers against that sensitive spot, Dammon caught her nipple between his teeth in a gentle pinch and tug.

Humming against the soft swell, he teased that nub a few moments longer before backing off just far enough to speak. "Are you getting close?" That earlier tender yet heated awe still suffused his words, as he watched her face past his lashes. "I'd love to feel you come on my fingers, Karlach. Do you want to?"

He added a light, careful nip after his next kiss to Karlach's neck, while letting the blunted tapers of his nails skate over sensitive skin. A part of Dammon wanted to tease for longer, just to find out what kinds of noises Karlach might make and what she might do. More of him wanted to give her everything and anything she asked for.

"I will," Dammon soothed, with another kiss below her ear. "Whatever you want, just tell me. You deserve the best." To punctuate, his fingers traveled that scant distance down; Dammon couldn't help a quiet vocal sigh at how much slick coated them, awe and arousal mingled in the sound. His fingertips pressed just slightly at her entrance, not enough to push in, before instead gliding back up to rub slow circles over her clit.

Every touch and kiss is like the sweetest torture she’s ever experiences. She feels like she’s already gushing from how turned on she and his fingers just touching her is driving her even more insane, hips jerking in response to Dammon rubbing slow circles over her clit. 

She’s touched herself plenty of times but it feels so different when it’s someone else doing it. Lips fall open in gasps and moans, a whimper here and there from the pure need that makes her want so much more than the slow teasing to her clit. 

So when he heard a beg in just her call of his name, Dammon answered with a wordless, attentive hum amid another kiss to her cheek. His nose still brushed Karlach's cheekbone as he smiled at her needy demand. "I'd love to."

Dammon slid his teasing touch down once more. Though he'd gotten back into the habit of blunting the tapered tips of his nails, he was careful nonetheless in pushing his middle and ring fingers inside Karlach. A fresh ripple of arousal flooded his veins at the hot, slick softness, intense enough for a twitch of his cock while he swore under his breath.

Dammon kept lavishing adorations along her neck and collarbone, until Karlach took hold of his chin. He followed readily, lips already parted before they met hers, his free hand trailing up into her hair. Answering her with sighs and moans, Dammon gave chase after their kiss broke, just enough to brush against that enticing mouth a few moments longer. He pulled away to watch her expression, his hips pausing at last.

"You never have to beg me, Karlach," he assured, barely above a whisper, while he guided her back toward the bed. "But if you choose to, I won't stop you." Dammon knelt between her thighs on the mattress, hand now splayed on her hip instead while his other slid down from her hair to cradle one breast, for a massaging sort of squeeze before his fingers found her nipple to tease. He gently peppered more kisses over Karlach's lips and cheek, then down to the other side of her neck.

Karlach laughs, head tipped back with the pure gleeful sound that falls from her lips. “Good to know.” She’ll keep that in mind for later. Maybe she’ll beg for him, let him hear what it’s like to hear her beg. She files it alway for later, because if she has it her way? They won’t be done until they’re both too tired to do anything else. 

Karlach follows his guidance, slowly taking steps backward until she ends up seated on the bed, legs spreading for him to get easily in between her thighs. She can feels his warmth, wants to pull him even closer to her, but his touch is distracting. 

Every touch is electrifying, like his touch is the source of heat instead of her own engine.  His touch only adds to her pleasure and she feels like she’s soaked between her legs, thighs slick with her arousal.  

Her back arches slightly as he teases her nipple, whimpering as he rolls her nipple between his fingers. Her head lolls to the side to allow him more access of her neck, lips parting in sharp gasps. She can’t help it, after not being touched for ten years, it all feels so sensitive. 

Her hips jerk as he teases her, body reacting without her permission, desperate for more of that touch. She wants his finger teasing her clit and it’s maddening the way he’s teasing her. She might end up begging after all. 

He added a light, careful nip after his next kiss to Karlach's neck, while letting the blunted tapers of his nails skate over sensitive skin. A part of Dammon wanted to tease for longer, just to find out what kinds of noises Karlach might make and what she might do. More of him wanted to give her everything and anything she asked for.

"I will," Dammon soothed, with another kiss below her ear. "Whatever you want, just tell me. You deserve the best." To punctuate, his fingers traveled that scant distance down; Dammon couldn't help a quiet vocal sigh at how much slick coated them, awe and arousal mingled in the sound. His fingertips pressed just slightly at her entrance, not enough to push in, before instead gliding back up to rub slow circles over her clit.

Especially after Karlach then agreed with his suggestion, broadening Dammon's smile in turn. "Oh, of course."

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They'd opted to settle in among the trees, near the fishing spot. By the time they were done, one tree in particular bore several new sets of shallow scratches. No one came to disturb them, possibly because of the occasional louder noises they weren't able to stifle in time.

Dammon sat slumped in utter relaxation at the base of the scratched tree, after pulling his smallclothes back on. Better not to entirely scandalize someone he'd still be traveling with, or someone set to guard his people. While picking some tiny shreds of wood out from under his nails, he leaned his temple against the round of Karlach's shoulder. And with every minute that passed, he wondered more and more about whether it was too far, whether it signaled the feelings he knew could tangle them together more than she seemed to want. He wanted to be good for her this way, too.

A light chuckle in her throat at his joke. "If you did, I'd agree, and say we had a damn feast." She grinned, eyes still shut for now to enjoy this lull for as long as possible. She may not have lasted long, since she was still incredibly sensitive to these moments, but he didn't seem to react negatively to it.

Tried, and struggled, when she asked such a sweet considerate question. Struggled so much, in fact, that he couldn't contain a welcoming turn of his head nor another softening of his smile as she tucked a lock of his hair back. Nonetheless, Dammon also wondered where the line was, or should be. Karlach was pretty outspoken, so if something was too far, she'd say so, right? And they hadn't done anything he didn't enjoy either. Maybe... so long as they both wanted it, and understood this wouldn't last, it was fine? He hoped so.

"I don't need to." While the itch to work only truly left him in moments of pure overwhelm, for now its buzz was easier to ignore. "And I'm not sure my legs would work right either," Dammon added, trying to buoy the mood further while gathering his nerve. Turning onto one side, he draped an arm over Karlach's midriff and rested his head closer to her chest, despite keeping his tail carefully to himself for now. "This way is a little warmer, but... is it alright?" Dammon glanced up again. "I wouldn't mind your arm around me either, if you want."

Blue eyes slivering open to watch Karlach's expression, he let one of his hands slide down to splay on one cheek of her rear for an indulgent squeeze. Dammon meanwhile trailed his kisses along her jaw and down her neck, where he slowed for a few testing nips of teeth. "Do you feel what you do to me?" he echoed in a sigh against her skin, before another kiss near her collarbone. A grind of his own to meet her movements illustrated his point. "I can't even count how often I dreamed of this... and none of them can compare."

Karlach’s lips part in soft gasps as he kisses along her jaw and neck. Every little kiss gets her more and more worked up. After being touch starved for so long, she cannot be bothered to be embarrassed about how needy she feels right now. 

“Gods, yes.” She loves it. She loves how hard he feels against her and there is nothing more than she wants than him inside of her. She is trying to be patient, but it’s difficult for her, when she aches so badly to have him. 

“Fuck. Dammon.” She whispers his name in a plead, rolling her hips once again. She lifts a hand to grab his chin, tilt his head a little, so that she can close the distance in a messy need-fueled kiss, tongue against tongue, gasps and whimpers escaping into his mouth. 

Dammon kept lavishing adorations along her neck and collarbone, until Karlach took hold of his chin. He followed readily, lips already parted before they met hers, his free hand trailing up into her hair. Answering her with sighs and moans, Dammon gave chase after their kiss broke, just enough to brush against that enticing mouth a few moments longer. He pulled away to watch her expression, his hips pausing at last.

"You never have to beg me, Karlach," he assured, barely above a whisper, while he guided her back toward the bed. "But if you choose to, I won't stop you." Dammon knelt between her thighs on the mattress, hand now splayed on her hip instead while his other slid down from her hair to cradle one breast, for a massaging sort of squeeze before his fingers found her nipple to tease. He gently peppered more kisses over Karlach's lips and cheek, then down to the other side of her neck.