#lemon dnd

"Anna,” she sighed happily as her thighs burned with effort. Anna smiled, guiding one of Brick’s glove-less hand to her mouth and gently kissing each long finger. “Surely you’ve earned the right to my first name-” she hissed as the strap inside her dragged against a particularly pleasant angle “-fuck darlin take my last name too. Or I’ll take yours. I’m not picky.”

"How are you still talking?” Brick groaned. Brick leaned back just enough to watch the thick dildo strapped to her armored thigh sink deeper into Anna, and the tiefling whined like she'd been wounded. Brick's hand shot out. Clenched tight around Anna's calf even as she tried to hold herself still. Anna giggled softly, arching to let her curls fall down her back and sway with each deliberate roll of her hips. She kissed Brick's fingers again. Pressed Brick's cold armored forearm between the heat of her breasts. Playfully nipped at the carnelian tip of her middle finger. Lifted her aching thighs enough so the strap was only just inside. Watched the perfect shape Brick's lips made when she bit off a moan.

Anna filled herself with a roll of her hips, gently twisting Brick’s hand to place her lips against Brick's inner wrist where soft red skin met the edge of her armor. Brick's pulse fluttered against her lips. Like a rabbit trying to leap out of her jaws. Anna watched with half lidded eyes as Brick’s pretty mouth fell open with a gasp, and the tiefling shuddered hard enough she could feel it even through the thick metal between them. Anna briefly pressed her teeth against the delicate skin under her lips. Incisors on either side of Brick's flexor muscle tendons. Just hard enough to feel the thin skin consider breaking. Feel the tendon flex and relax against her canines. She wondered if Brick would taste as sweet as the sounds she made. Anna pulled her teeth away from still unmarked skin to smile softly instead.

“I'd be quiet if you kiss me,” Anna said as she leaned forward. Her chest pressed against the hard lines of Brick’s armored chest, trapping Brick's forearm between them. The edge of the breastplate dragged against Anna's hardened nipples. She hummed at the sharp pleasure of it. “Or if you let me get you out of that armor I could show you what else I can do with my mouth?” 

“Anna I-Anna please. I need-” Brick keened. High and long and so so sweet. Brick started to arch her head back but jerked forward again. All to keep her eyes on Anna. Anna carefully cupped Brick's middle and pointer finger with her tongue, keeping her eyes focused on Brick's face as she slipped them into her mouth down one phalanx. Brick looked on the edge of something. Frankly she looked as if she were the one riding a cock instead of sitting so prettily. Practically untouched. Brick's eyes were watering. Near to tears but focused entirely on her. Anna smiled around the fingers in her mouth. If she couldn't get Brick out of her defenses, she wondered if she might still get between them. Anna just had to find a gap in that fortification.

"Need what darlin? Surely you won't cum just from this?" Anna purred. She reached out to gently press her tongue against the fat pad of Brick's finger tip. Brick's eyes were locked on her. Mouth open as she shuddered and gasped. Anna clenched her thighs around unforgiving metal turned blood warm. Her core throbbed. "Would you? That would be a sight. You're a feast already and I've hardly touched you. Haven't even tasted you properly," she said, running her tongue down to the webbing between Brick's fingers and wishing it was something more private. Something salted not just with the taste of sweat and skin.

"Anna!" she gasped sharply. Her hand tightened on Anna's calf hard enough to bruise. Anna smiled.

"Yes Brick?"

"I'm-I don't-I might-I can't-"

"Can you?" Anna hummed, guiding Brick's spit slick hand between her shivering thighs. Brick's mouth fell open with a groan. Eyes darting down to watch as she pressed Brick's finger against her clit. They're nearly burning against her, and they gasp in unison as Anna guides Brick's fingers into slow circles. "Damn, oh darlin I just might. You feel so good. All for me, aren't you pretty thing."

"Anna! Anna please please I'm almost-" Brick whined, suddenly shifting her legs. Driving the toy deeper and with a shout Anna feels herself falling. A gasp tears out of her the same time her end comes to a sudden unsatisfying halt. Lemon's eyes shoot open to see her sweat soaked sheets wrapped tight around her, sticking to her skin and trapping the heat of her body in a fabric furnace. No Brick in sight aside from the stones that line the outer wall of Lemon's solitary room at the Tower. Lemon groans, pushing her face into her pillow as she kicks the sheets off of her to reach blessed cool air.