#lichirelia

Fortune ground her hips down harder, urging a faster, more frenetic pace as her hands gripped those cursedly convenient horns tighter and tighter still.

There was a low hum of amusement that Fortune could feel far better than she could hear, and for a moment the delicious patterns slowed against her, and she nearly screamed with equal parts aggravation and want.

Fortune looked down at the golden eyes staring up at her from between her legs...as damnably smug as though Shyvana had been the one to plan all this out from the get-go. Never mind their current positions. Though if Fortune didn’t get what she wanted shortly, she’d mind it quite a bit.

She glowered down. She was the captain here. Perhaps a reminder was in order.

“Shyvan--”

Or perhaps not.

She jerked back, growling threat dying in her throat before it could be fully voiced, focus reverted back to just what an incredibly talented mouth Shyvana had when the half-dragon felt so encouraged to put it to good use.

And this time Shyvana didn’t tease or slow. She didn’t stop, until Fortune arched her back and cursed aloud for the intensity of her pleasure, until she was forced to shuffle back down and throw herself back into the sheets to regain herself for a long moment.

When Fortune finally dared to crack her eyes back open, it was already waiting for her again. That thrice-cursed smirk on that fiercely beautiful face, already smug in victory. She frowned at that.

“Don’t think I’ll forget that little ‘slip-up’,” she warned.

Shyvana’s grin only grew, revealing sharply pointed ivory teeth. “Would you like me to singe your sails a second time?”

Fortune choked, sputtering at the horrible innuendo. Shyvana had been spending far too much time among the crew. Her hand was covering her face before she could help herself. “Don’t...don’t ever…”

Shyvana leaned in, eyes glowing gold, her voice low and seductive. “What can I say, captain? You make me--”

Fortune felt her eyes go wide. No. No. Not more puns. Gods help her not--

“Horny.”