Cleric of Chaos

A laugh followed when the two rolled over, settling himself on top of her. Her hands took hold of his shoulders for support, and lightly propped up her legs until her knees were against his hips. Another combination of a whine and moan escaped when he teased her entrance. She leaned forward to pull him in a kiss, hands in his hair.

He embraces the kiss, taking it as a sign to move on. Pushing his hips forward and moaning softly into the kiss as he feels her heat envelop him. She felt better then he imagined, hotter even and it took every ounce of willpower to not start thrusting into her like a madman. He stops til he reached the end, keeping still to let her adjust to him.

She moaned, following after him as he moved his hips, easing inside her. Her hand on his shoulder lightly squeezed the muscle, needing an external outlet for her to relieve the pressure of getting used to him. She hasn't been with many, yet having someone as well-endowed is a different story. Lightly rolling her hips, she broke the kiss to give him a nod, allowing him to continue.

Taking her silent nod, Havik starts off slow pulling halfway out then pushing back in. Long slow strokes that would turn into faster heavier thrust with each roll of his hips. Soft grunts of pleasure escaped him before he leaves a trail of heavy nips along her shoulder towards her neck where he intended to leave a bite or a hickey atleast.

Feeling her drag her nails down his back just urged him on. His teeth nearly digging into the flesh of her neck but not once breaking the skin. Slowly he starts to pick up speed as he finds a steady pace that the bed starts to creak beneath them. His hands clasped her waist tightly, his grunts of pleasure muffled out by him kissing and bitting her neck.

A laugh followed when the two rolled over, settling himself on top of her. Her hands took hold of his shoulders for support, and lightly propped up her legs until her knees were against his hips. Another combination of a whine and moan escaped when he teased her entrance. She leaned forward to pull him in a kiss, hands in his hair.

He embraces the kiss, taking it as a sign to move on. Pushing his hips forward and moaning softly into the kiss as he feels her heat envelop him. She felt better then he imagined, hotter even and it took every ounce of willpower to not start thrusting into her like a madman. He stops til he reached the end, keeping still to let her adjust to him.

She moaned, following after him as he moved his hips, easing inside her. Her hand on his shoulder lightly squeezed the muscle, needing an external outlet for her to relieve the pressure of getting used to him. She hasn't been with many, yet having someone as well-endowed is a different story. Lightly rolling her hips, she broke the kiss to give him a nod, allowing him to continue.

Taking her silent nod, Havik starts off slow pulling halfway out then pushing back in. Long slow strokes that would turn into faster heavier thrust with each roll of his hips. Soft grunts of pleasure escaped him before he leaves a trail of heavy nips along her shoulder towards her neck where he intended to leave a bite or a hickey atleast.

A laugh followed when the two rolled over, settling himself on top of her. Her hands took hold of his shoulders for support, and lightly propped up her legs until her knees were against his hips. Another combination of a whine and moan escaped when he teased her entrance. She leaned forward to pull him in a kiss, hands in his hair.

He embraces the kiss, taking it as a sign to move on. Pushing his hips forward and moaning softly into the kiss as he feels her heat envelop him. She felt better then he imagined, hotter even and it took every ounce of willpower to not start thrusting into her like a madman. He stops til he reached the end, keeping still to let her adjust to him.

While his tongue provided her with the best orgasm of her life, she wanted more of this evening with him. Once settled down off his face, she sat beside his head while she gathered her breath. Red hair stuck to her back due to sweat, and she tried to make a halfway ponytail. Once he licked his lips clean, she gave a little chuckle. "Enjoyed yourself?"

"Best meal of the day." Havik winks at her then props himself, up on his elbows. He glanced down at his cock then back to her "Think you can keep going or do you need more time to recover?" he asked, genuinely even.

At that Iris gave a roll of her eyes, adjusting herself until she was on her side, sticking her tongue against her cheek. While her body was coming down, she wanted to keep going. But she was a little surprised at his tone. Actually asking. "I can keep going." Crawling until she was on top, she placed another kiss along his jaw. "How do you want me?"

"Oh trust me you don't want to half of the ways i want you right now." Havik arm goes around Iris waist and in one swift move, he rolls over til he was laying on top of her. His waist settled between her thighs with face hovering just close to hers. With a shift of his hips, the head of his cock teased her entrance yet he remains still for now.

While his tongue provided her with the best orgasm of her life, she wanted more of this evening with him. Once settled down off his face, she sat beside his head while she gathered her breath. Red hair stuck to her back due to sweat, and she tried to make a halfway ponytail. Once he licked his lips clean, she gave a little chuckle. "Enjoyed yourself?"

"Best meal of the day." Havik winks at her then props himself, up on his elbows. He glanced down at his cock then back to her "Think you can keep going or do you need more time to recover?" he asked, genuinely even.

Havik keeps going until he hears Iris last words, knowing she had enough of his tongue. And he would have kept going if it wasn't for his aching need down belows. He lifts Iris off his face, allowing hr to take a moment to catch her breath as he sits up and streches his neck with a loud crack. A confident smirk on his face he licked his lips clean.

Havik smirks, he didn't plan on stopping until she begs him too. His fingers dug deeper, nails no doubt leaving marks in his skin and possibly a hand print. The idea of leaving his marks on her skin just turns him on even more. His member bounced against his stomach almost forgetting his own pleasure. This was his pleasure in a way, to bring his partner over the edge first before he can get his own.

She could already tell by the time this was over she'd have over a million marks, and she did not mind is reciprocating such. As his nails dug deeper, she spared a glance towards his member, licking her lips in anticipation of such a thing. She wasn't used to being the receiver of pleasure first, usually, she'd give. Then again, she wasn't with more than a few lovers. Iris slapped her hand against the wall, her legs shaking.

He can tell she was close by the way her thighs squeezed around his head, she could probably crush it if she was strong enough. Not that he would mind since he would grow back another one in seconds. He drags his nails down her backside, working his tongue into a frenzy against her clit.

Her stroking him elicits a muffled groan as he continues to move his fingers a bit lower til he could feel her entrance. Curling one finger, he starts to slowly tease her clit slowly. At first he seemed content with it yet his mind had other ideas as suddenly removes his hand pushed against the bottom of her left thigh. "I want you on my face." He demanded with a small growl.

Seeing Iris strip down, Havik does the same as he hurriedly removes the rest if his clothes. While most would have difficult removing clothes that had many buckles and straps, Havik straps everything in under a couple of seconds. Now laying naked as he waits for Iris get on top. He leans into the heated kiss, almost whimpering as she moved further up. Licking his lips as she straddled his face. Both hands cup her behind as his lips pressed against her lower lips. Tongue lapping at her wet folds as he savored her taste.

She did wonder to herself why he would wear so many buckles with his attire, perhaps it was a fashion statement back home. But that was out of her head. She was naked, hovering over him while he kissed her lips. Iris pressed her hand against the wall to keep her steady as his tongue began to touch her. Iris began to lightly move her hips, making him find her spot so she can get the full experience.

Feeling Iris start to move, letting her take the reigns as in letting her ride his tongue. His fingers squeezed the flesh of her behind, bringing her closer to his face as he stuck his tongue as deep as he can go before licking and sucking at her clit. He wanted to hear her, see how loud she can get riding his face.

His tongue was pretty good at what he could do, making her keep a decent pace of her lips riding along it. Meanwhile, her hands were pressed hard against the wall when he stuck his tongue in deep. It made her cry out from the sensation, her body temperature rising. "By the gods, Havik." A combination of a whine and a moan escaped her mouth. "Don't even think about stopping until I'm done."

Havik smirks, he didn't plan on stopping until she begs him too. His fingers dug deeper, nails no doubt leaving marks in his skin and possibly a hand print. The idea of leaving his marks on her skin just turns him on even more. His member bounced against his stomach almost forgetting his own pleasure. This was his pleasure in a way, to bring his partner over the edge first before he can get his own.

Her stroking him elicits a muffled groan as he continues to move his fingers a bit lower til he could feel her entrance. Curling one finger, he starts to slowly tease her clit slowly. At first he seemed content with it yet his mind had other ideas as suddenly removes his hand pushed against the bottom of her left thigh. "I want you on my face." He demanded with a small growl.

Seeing Iris strip down, Havik does the same as he hurriedly removes the rest if his clothes. While most would have difficult removing clothes that had many buckles and straps, Havik straps everything in under a couple of seconds. Now laying naked as he waits for Iris get on top. He leans into the heated kiss, almost whimpering as she moved further up. Licking his lips as she straddled his face. Both hands cup her behind as his lips pressed against her lower lips. Tongue lapping at her wet folds as he savored her taste.

She did wonder to herself why he would wear so many buckles with his attire, perhaps it was a fashion statement back home. But that was out of her head. She was naked, hovering over him while he kissed her lips. Iris pressed her hand against the wall to keep her steady as his tongue began to touch her. Iris began to lightly move her hips, making him find her spot so she can get the full experience.

Feeling Iris start to move, letting her take the reigns as in letting her ride his tongue. His fingers squeezed the flesh of her behind, bringing her closer to his face as he stuck his tongue as deep as he can go before licking and sucking at her clit. He wanted to hear her, see how loud she can get riding his face.

Her stroking him elicits a muffled groan as he continues to move his fingers a bit lower til he could feel her entrance. Curling one finger, he starts to slowly tease her clit slowly. At first he seemed content with it yet his mind had other ideas as suddenly removes his hand pushed against the bottom of her left thigh. "I want you on my face." He demanded with a small growl.

Seeing Iris strip down, Havik does the same as he hurriedly removes the rest if his clothes. While most would have difficult removing clothes that had many buckles and straps, Havik straps everything in under a couple of seconds. Now laying naked as he waits for Iris get on top. He leans into the heated kiss, almost whimpering as she moved further up. Licking his lips as she straddled his face. Both hands cup her behind as his lips pressed against her lower lips. Tongue lapping at her wet folds as he savored her taste.

Hearing his moan, along with feeling the vibrations, made chills go along her spine. When his hands tore her top apart, she thought about growling in response. Instead, she returned the favor by tearing his shirt apart; surely he had something to wear afterwards. Once exposed, her tattoos were on full display: A Claddagh tattoo with flames surrounding the hands, the heart a rich black and the crown gold, almost shimmering due to her flame-like tattoos on her arms. Iris quickly undid her bra, letting her breasts go free. Moaning softly in the room as he ground his arousal, she moved in circular motions on his hips, wanting him to be more vocal.

Eyes widened at the sight above him. Hands went for her breast as his took in the tattoos in admiration. He wonders if they felt like fire if he touched though now it sounded silly in theory. Still one of his hands strayed over the flames, amazed by the detail in color. He never had tattoos of his own but he always loved to see them on others, like a walking painting. A moan escaped as he feels her grind against him, lifting his hips in response.

A sly smile appeared on her lips when he took in the view of her. Her tattoos were something that surprised her, even still to this day. When she was a teenager, one minute her arms were bare, the next, flame-like tattoos were on her arms and legs. And how they glowed when her powers felt like they reached new heights. Iris let her hands wander down his chest, going towards his pants, undoing the belt buckle. She slipped a hand down inside his pants, feeling his arousal in her hand as she began to stroke, leaning down to kiss his neck.

Havik breath hitched when he felt her hand grab his hardened member, his own hands shake a bit as they explored her skin. He raised his head to take one of her nipples into his mouth. Teasing it with his teeth then sucking them as if it was a lifeline. His hips rolled, enjoying each stroke she gave him. Making it harder to hold back from taking her right then and there.

A gasp left her pink lips when he took her nipple in her mouth, one of her hands immediately going to his hair to pull on it tight. Watching him roll his hips only excited her further, sprinkling more kisses along his neck, trailing up his ear to kiss it with a light tug of his lobe with her teeth. She continued her strokes, barely able to make out sentences while he sucked her breast. "Please touch me," she whispered.

A grunt left him as he removed his mouth from her nipple when she starts to leave kisses along his skin again. His left hand slides down her back and slips under the waistline of her jeans. At first he had bit of difficulty slipping his fingers in so he moves around to her front manage to undo the button on the front. He chuckled more to himself as he moved his hand right into the front of her pants and underwear, the tips of his finger finding her wet folds instantly. "Right there?" He whispered back.

Iris gave a purr in response when he began to slide down towards her jeans, then chuckled when he had to move to the front of them. She wiggled her behind, shaking them off a bit more so they hung down for him to get better access. Once the tips of his fingers found her, she gave out a tiny squeak of surprise. "Yes." she said with a sigh, going a bit more faster with her strokes, using her thumb as she made her way up to stroke the tip. "Right there."

Her stroking him elicits a muffled groan as he continues to move his fingers a bit lower til he could feel her entrance. Curling one finger, he starts to slowly tease her clit slowly. At first he seemed content with it yet his mind had other ideas as suddenly removes his hand pushed against the bottom of her left thigh. "I want you on my face." He demanded with a small growl.

Hearing his moan, along with feeling the vibrations, made chills go along her spine. When his hands tore her top apart, she thought about growling in response. Instead, she returned the favor by tearing his shirt apart; surely he had something to wear afterwards. Once exposed, her tattoos were on full display: A Claddagh tattoo with flames surrounding the hands, the heart a rich black and the crown gold, almost shimmering due to her flame-like tattoos on her arms. Iris quickly undid her bra, letting her breasts go free. Moaning softly in the room as he ground his arousal, she moved in circular motions on his hips, wanting him to be more vocal.

Eyes widened at the sight above him. Hands went for her breast as his took in the tattoos in admiration. He wonders if they felt like fire if he touched though now it sounded silly in theory. Still one of his hands strayed over the flames, amazed by the detail in color. He never had tattoos of his own but he always loved to see them on others, like a walking painting. A moan escaped as he feels her grind against him, lifting his hips in response.

A sly smile appeared on her lips when he took in the view of her. Her tattoos were something that surprised her, even still to this day. When she was a teenager, one minute her arms were bare, the next, flame-like tattoos were on her arms and legs. And how they glowed when her powers felt like they reached new heights. Iris let her hands wander down his chest, going towards his pants, undoing the belt buckle. She slipped a hand down inside his pants, feeling his arousal in her hand as she began to stroke, leaning down to kiss his neck.

Havik breath hitched when he felt her hand grab his hardened member, his own hands shake a bit as they explored her skin. He raised his head to take one of her nipples into his mouth. Teasing it with his teeth then sucking them as if it was a lifeline. His hips rolled, enjoying each stroke she gave him. Making it harder to hold back from taking her right then and there.

A gasp left her pink lips when he took her nipple in her mouth, one of her hands immediately going to his hair to pull on it tight. Watching him roll his hips only excited her further, sprinkling more kisses along his neck, trailing up his ear to kiss it with a light tug of his lobe with her teeth. She continued her strokes, barely able to make out sentences while he sucked her breast. "Please touch me," she whispered.

A grunt left him as he removed his mouth from her nipple when she starts to leave kisses along his skin again. His left hand slides down her back and slips under the waistline of her jeans. At first he had bit of difficulty slipping his fingers in so he moves around to her front manage to undo the button on the front. He chuckled more to himself as he moved his hand right into the front of her pants and underwear, the tips of his finger finding her wet folds instantly. "Right there?" He whispered back.

Hearing his moan, along with feeling the vibrations, made chills go along her spine. When his hands tore her top apart, she thought about growling in response. Instead, she returned the favor by tearing his shirt apart; surely he had something to wear afterwards. Once exposed, her tattoos were on full display: A Claddagh tattoo with flames surrounding the hands, the heart a rich black and the crown gold, almost shimmering due to her flame-like tattoos on her arms. Iris quickly undid her bra, letting her breasts go free. Moaning softly in the room as he ground his arousal, she moved in circular motions on his hips, wanting him to be more vocal.

Eyes widened at the sight above him. Hands went for her breast as his took in the tattoos in admiration. He wonders if they felt like fire if he touched though now it sounded silly in theory. Still one of his hands strayed over the flames, amazed by the detail in color. He never had tattoos of his own but he always loved to see them on others, like a walking painting. A moan escaped as he feels her grind against him, lifting his hips in response.

A sly smile appeared on her lips when he took in the view of her. Her tattoos were something that surprised her, even still to this day. When she was a teenager, one minute her arms were bare, the next, flame-like tattoos were on her arms and legs. And how they glowed when her powers felt like they reached new heights. Iris let her hands wander down his chest, going towards his pants, undoing the belt buckle. She slipped a hand down inside his pants, feeling his arousal in her hand as she began to stroke, leaning down to kiss his neck.

Havik breath hitched when he felt her hand grab his hardened member, his own hands shake a bit as they explored her skin. He raised his head to take one of her nipples into his mouth. Teasing it with his teeth then sucking them as if it was a lifeline. His hips rolled, enjoying each stroke she gave him. Making it harder to hold back from taking her right then and there.

The tension of longing and little brushes of skin was something she could handle until she couldn't. Soon enough she had him pinned on the bed, hands exploring parts of him. And now, with her practically straddling him, she was ready for him to have her in any way they both saw fit. Seeing him bite his lip made her feen for the sensation of his teeth on hers. Wanting to feel his hot skin on hers. With his lips finding hers, she pressed her body close to him, slowly grinding against his hips. She would very much like to take her time. Iris used her free hand to trail down his chest, slipping a hand under his shirt to feel the muscle underneath.

Her touch was almost like fire, it lights up his skin in away that it burns in a pleasurable way. He moans into the kiss as his hands start to tear away at her crop top, hearing the fabric rip easily in his hands. Havik breaks the kiss, wanting to see the revealed skin beneath the top. tongue licking at his lips as he wished to leave his mark along her skin. Raising his hips, his clothed arousal grinds between her legs seeking some form of relief.

Hearing his moan, along with feeling the vibrations, made chills go along her spine. When his hands tore her top apart, she thought about growling in response. Instead, she returned the favor by tearing his shirt apart; surely he had something to wear afterwards. Once exposed, her tattoos were on full display: A Claddagh tattoo with flames surrounding the hands, the heart a rich black and the crown gold, almost shimmering due to her flame-like tattoos on her arms. Iris quickly undid her bra, letting her breasts go free. Moaning softly in the room as he ground his arousal, she moved in circular motions on his hips, wanting him to be more vocal.

Eyes widened at the sight above him. Hands went for her breast as his took in the tattoos in admiration. He wonders if they felt like fire if he touched though now it sounded silly in theory. Still one of his hands strayed over the flames, amazed by the detail in color. He never had tattoos of his own but he always loved to see them on others, like a walking painting. A moan escaped as he feels her grind against him, lifting his hips in response.