NSFW!!!
This is a dream sequence I wrote up for a character I roleplay with over at The Clans RPG; if anyone is interested, please come check our little community out!
As a familiar chirp announced that her car alarm had been turned off and the doors unlocked, Sayuri suddenly found Sareth standing before her. As he stepped closer, one of his hands came around behind her to hold her to him, and his lips were suddenly on hers - gentle at first, but then firm and demanding as he sought to coax a response out of her. She felt his arm tighten around her as the other came up to rest against the back of her head, preventing escape, and then his lips parted to allow the tip of his tongue to brush against her lips.
A rush of heat flooded through her, and her clutch and parcel fell to the pavement with a clatter that went utterly unnoticed as she gasped in surprise - something that he was quick to take advantage of, his tongue penetrating her mouth to explore her with an intimate firmness.
A faint moan sounded low in Sayuri's throat, and she was suddenly clinging to him as her legs turned to jelly; she was drowning in the molten heat that had consumed her body, and couldn't stop herself from finally returning his kiss with all the timidity and hesitance that could be expected of one with her inexperience. Sareth's hand was now sliding down from the back of her head, stroking her hair, until it slid across her shoulder; fingers firmly trailed down, exploring with a touch that sparked fire in her veins, until his hand finally came to rest upon her breast with a squeeze that stole the breath from her lungs. Pressing back against him in surrender, Sayuri felt more than heard as he growled hungrily into her mouth, and that liquid heat was suddenly focused between her legs, where she was growing decidely wet.
She was suddenly being forcefully pushed back against the car, and a faint sound of complaint escaped her as his mouth left hers; his smile seemed as much animal as human as his eyes ran over her body, and she trembled beneath their gaze, utterly lost to the fear and desire that warred within her.
"I want you," Sareth growled. "I want you so much I can taste it. I want to feel you writhing beneath me. I want to have you in every way." He stared into her suddenly heavy-lidded eyes, the pupils grown large with desire. "I want you because you are exotic. Because you are dangerous. Because you are intelligent, and may well be the closest to a match for me I've encountered in years." His lips twisted into a smile that was anything but pleasant. "And I could have you. Right now." His eyes trailed down her face to possess the cleavage hidden beneath her top, before one of his hands reached up to bare the enticing mounds of flesh to him; buttons scattered as he tore open her top, but Sayuri couldn't seem to bring herself to care - especially once he lowered his mouth to catch one of her hardened nipples.
The strangled sound that escaped her lay somewhere between a gasp and a moan, as she instinctively arched into his touch, body desperate for more - and more was exactly what it got, as he pressed himself firmly up against her and continued to suck at her sensitized and heated flesh. Another sound escaped her, this one of pure and undiluted desire; she needed more, needed to feel him...
The sound of a zipper lowering seemed loud in the darkness, and her skirt was suddenly bunched up around her waist as his hand reached up to tear away the lacey black underwear that protected her from him - underwear that was positively soaking wet, and a groan escaped him as he realized this. And then he was finally lowering her onto his cock, sheathing himself inside of her as she cried out at the momentary pain - pain that quickly disolved into a liquid pleasure that had her writhing against him with every thrust.
He wasn't gentle, and she didn't want him to be - she was already too far gone.
Sayuri awoke with a cry of completion, only to find herself back at home, tangled in the soft white sheets of her luxurious queen-sized bed; she was trembling with the remnants of desire, and soaking wet down there.
What was wrong with her?!
As a familiar chirp announced that her car alarm had been turned off and the doors unlocked, Sayuri suddenly found Sareth standing before her. As he stepped closer, one of his hands came around behind her to hold her to him, and his lips were suddenly on hers - gentle at first, but then firm and demanding as he sought to coax a response out of her. She felt his arm tighten around her as the other came up to rest against the back of her head, preventing escape, and then his lips parted to allow the tip of his tongue to brush against her lips.
A rush of heat flooded through her, and her clutch and parcel fell to the pavement with a clatter that went utterly unnoticed as she gasped in surprise - something that he was quick to take advantage of, his tongue penetrating her mouth to explore her with an intimate firmness.
A faint moan sounded low in Sayuri's throat, and she was suddenly clinging to him as her legs turned to jelly; she was drowning in the molten heat that had consumed her body, and couldn't stop herself from finally returning his kiss with all the timidity and hesitance that could be expected of one with her inexperience. Sareth's hand was now sliding down from the back of her head, stroking her hair, until it slid across her shoulder; fingers firmly trailed down, exploring with a touch that sparked fire in her veins, until his hand finally came to rest upon her breast with a squeeze that stole the breath from her lungs. Pressing back against him in surrender, Sayuri felt more than heard as he growled hungrily into her mouth, and that liquid heat was suddenly focused between her legs, where she was growing decidely wet.
She was suddenly being forcefully pushed back against the car, and a faint sound of complaint escaped her as his mouth left hers; his smile seemed as much animal as human as his eyes ran over her body, and she trembled beneath their gaze, utterly lost to the fear and desire that warred within her.
"I want you," Sareth growled. "I want you so much I can taste it. I want to feel you writhing beneath me. I want to have you in every way." He stared into her suddenly heavy-lidded eyes, the pupils grown large with desire. "I want you because you are exotic. Because you are dangerous. Because you are intelligent, and may well be the closest to a match for me I've encountered in years." His lips twisted into a smile that was anything but pleasant. "And I could have you. Right now." His eyes trailed down her face to possess the cleavage hidden beneath her top, before one of his hands reached up to bare the enticing mounds of flesh to him; buttons scattered as he tore open her top, but Sayuri couldn't seem to bring herself to care - especially once he lowered his mouth to catch one of her hardened nipples.
The strangled sound that escaped her lay somewhere between a gasp and a moan, as she instinctively arched into his touch, body desperate for more - and more was exactly what it got, as he pressed himself firmly up against her and continued to suck at her sensitized and heated flesh. Another sound escaped her, this one of pure and undiluted desire; she needed more, needed to feel him...
The sound of a zipper lowering seemed loud in the darkness, and her skirt was suddenly bunched up around her waist as his hand reached up to tear away the lacey black underwear that protected her from him - underwear that was positively soaking wet, and a groan escaped him as he realized this. And then he was finally lowering her onto his cock, sheathing himself inside of her as she cried out at the momentary pain - pain that quickly disolved into a liquid pleasure that had her writhing against him with every thrust.
He wasn't gentle, and she didn't want him to be - she was already too far gone.
Sayuri awoke with a cry of completion, only to find herself back at home, tangled in the soft white sheets of her luxurious queen-sized bed; she was trembling with the remnants of desire, and soaking wet down there.
What was wrong with her?!