#dedicated debauchery

As he landed on his back, air and laughter both were knocked from his lungs in a profound wheeze that had Vaza tilting her head while she attempted to regain her breath with heaving shoulders. She continued to watch him with all the ingrained focus of a predator seeking its prey, but she couldn’t help the way her lips tugged into a smirk, or the way her tongue traced over the curled tiers and sunk her fang against the lower.

Far be it from him to miss the affection she held for his antics, and he offered her a feigned look of surprise as he raised his hands in mock surrender. “Oh nooo, you got me. What ever will I do?” The sarcasm dripped from his tongue more easily than any provocation had any right to and he dared her closer with a crooked finger.

Vaza’s eyes rolled as she prowled over to where he was sprawled back, bending to wrap her hands into into the collar of his shirt and tug him up by the fabric. All while he continued to snicker like the shameless bastard he was. She shut him up with a ravenous kiss that seemed to steal the very breath from his lungs, his posture straightening as she helped him to rise to his feet. His hands greedily pulled her close, cupping the underside of her chin to deepen his share of the affection.

“I apparently need to find new ways to keep you from running off...” She murmured behind a breath, her playful threat marked by the light tapping of sharpened claws against the skin of his chest, left bare by the stretched and open fabric of his shirt. His smirk broadened as he began to loom, bearing down on her once he’d fully risen to his six and a half fulms, and taking advantage of the dominance his height afforded him over her.

“Nothing new.” He reassured her, finger hooking playfully into the leather collar at her neck. “Just the same ways you usually do...” he tugged and teased, but she was having none of it, snatching him by the shirt again and driving him back onto her bed with a push stronger than her smaller frame had any right to possess. He landed on his back in a -fwump!-  of thick furs and cushioned blankets, grinning as she followed suit and crawled up his frame before he could even properly settle.

She stole another kiss from him and he groaned against her lips, feeling the curl of her own as her claws raked down his shirt, shredding it to tatters with only the barest nicks scraping up against his inked flesh. She tugged the ruined threads until they were shed from his towering frame, hands pressed to his bare chest to feel the thudding beneath her palms. Once she got a feel of its pounding, the ruby of her sights seemed nearly ethereal, responding readily to the pulse and flow of her willing captive.

It was impressive, the power she packed behind a touch. She was able to keep his body hostage with her own, hands pressed down against his chest, her hips astride his waist as she rolled salaciously against the swelling shape that tented his pants. Breathless laughter quickly turned into needy moans exchanged helplessly between them, passions flaring until the air was quite literally charged with an energy that fled from him in little bursts of static that crawled across his shoulders and down his arms. His errant aether filled the space around them, and she drank it in with heady sighs that only demanded more.

He moaned with a depraved kind of lust, hips lurching as his turgid length grew to quickly fill her stroking palm. His maw parted to accept her tongue as willingly as her oral muscle swiped over his lips once she’d abused them properly with the sharpness of fangs that nipped and drew little drops of crimson from him. Her other hand ensnared his face by the chin to turn his head and hold him still while she peppered pleasure and pain along his neck in the form of sweet, suckling kisses and fierce claims of teeth that left his skin riddled with bite marks and bruises.

She was relentless in her conquering of him, pushing him back flat and dragging her nails down his trembling chest to leave puffy scratches along his scarred and tattooed skin. He began to push up, maybe in hopes of challenging her, but she held him captive by the throat, pressing her weight down just enough so that any advance he made would only rob him of breath. His hands clung to her body then, overwhelmed and writhing beneath her as the huntress kept him firmly in place and helplessly on edge.

Usually he was the one that sought to overwhelm her, claiming her with undeniable strength and authority that only cared to make a presence in moments like these where they were ardently entangled. Tonight however, he willingly relinquished the primal instinct that vied for superiority and instead allowed himself the freedom of being dominated and lavished upon with heedless hands that robbed him of breath and stroked him into willing compliance.

Faster her hand moved between them, fingers a tight vice that glided up and down the curved and weeping length of him. She had leaned in to whisper sweet nothings, singing melodies of passion into his ear while nipping the lobe on occasion in ways she knew he liked. His eyes rolled and it wasn’t long before his spirited tenor hit a carnal pitch, the tone of which became a wordless grunt as she murmured encouragements that brought him to the edge and then swiftly over it.

Her body was jostled by the erratic thrusting she provoked of him, the man’s brain suddenly overtaken by bliss as his hips jerked and he spilled himself between her torturous fingers and across the spastic musculature of his torso. His enamored cries were muffled only by another frenzied kiss, his reward for a part well played though she’d not let up on the stimulation she continued to assault his sensitive manhood with. She had slowed the rhythm of her hand, if only to offer him some respite but they were only at an interlude and she had not yet had her fill. Vaza never afforded Caelric the opportunity to soften, keeping him firm and ready as she tugged her panties aside and lifted her hips to guide the twitching spear of him inside her. He groaned and laughed as she pulled him up then to whisper in his ear,

“Catch your breath, Caelric. I’m not done with you yet...”

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