[NSFW Fic] - Weapon of Choice
Oh dear... I've attempted pr0n, in written form! ... I've never shared my dirty fics with others before, please don't gigglesnort at my virginal use of language! m(_ _)m (well, don't gigglesnort to my face, feel free to do so in front of your computer!)
NOT SAFE FOR WORK, SRSLY!
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One shot: Weapon of choice
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Firion x ??? (I guess I'll leave it to the reader to decide who the rebel is pounding...)
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Foreplay
His tongue was wicked, mercilessly attacking her velveteen flesh. His fingers were deviously plucking her nipples and marking her skin with his prints. Beads of sweat trickled down her spine as blissful heat built up between them. He panted deeply, teasing hot breath, against her womanhood and whispered “Are you ready?”
Thrust
“Y-Yes!” she cried, in the thralls of passion. Her body ached and burned in response to his systematic caresses. He was a master of weapons, and now he was the commander of her flesh. His fingertips knew just how to coax her to the heights of ecstasy, and how to bring her back down so she didn’t finish too quickly.
Delightful, agonising, wonderful, excruciating torment!
His nose brushed hers and his tongue darted out to chastely lick her lips “Then take it..!” He growled, his voice was a husky hum in her ears. She looked in to his hazy golden eyes, clouded with the moment of desire that they were engaged in.
She clung to his broad back, nails bit flesh as he pierced her with his weapon. Primal pleasure coursed through her nerves, creating sensual heat in her core which radiated out in waves of delight. Every agonising inch of him pushed that bliss to greater heights.
Finally he was buried to the hilt, his rasping groans stroked her inner ear lobe and made her tremble beneath his strapping form.
Pound
Each thrust reduced her to a mess of whimpering pants. She had never thought it could be this good and she had certainly failed to consider that it might be Firion that was capable of such mastery. He rocked her back and forth and filled her with long lunging strokes of his rigid weapon.
“…Unnnh!” she moaned out, before biting her lip in embarrassment. If she were too loud then they might attract an audience.
She felt him leaning slightly over her, his hand left her breast and reached for something to their left. She was slightly too giddy to register what he was up to until something silky and smooth was wrapped around her mouth. One of his bandana’s, a make-shift gag.
An unexpected orgasm rocked her as he finished tying the cloth around her mouth, her body clung to his weapon as she shivered and twitched.
Climax
His movements grew jerkier and his groans became more urgent and strained. She knew what was to come and her aching, swollen body eagerly awaited the moment of his release.
His hands gripped at her and pulled her firmly backwards so that the curve of her buttocks was melded to his groin and thighs. He held her tightly in place and threw his head back. He bit back a strained moan between his teeth and hissed out as delicious spasms shook him.
He came.
His breathing was shallow and fast paced, he didn’t move from his position inside her. She closed her eyes and took in every tiny, carnal detail of the moment.
The sound of his breathing, the heat of his body, the mingling of their sweat on her stomach.
After-haze
He withdrew, her body instantly missing the sense of fulfilment and the warmth he had given her.
She reached out her arms for him and he moved to lay with her, his head rested on her chest.
“I can hear your heartbeat…” he whispered.
She slipped the gag off and looked down at his silvery hair “I suppose you reminded it how to beat.” She replied, embarrassed by her confession.
“Really…? I like the sound of that.” His golden eyes smiled at her.
NOT SAFE FOR WORK, SRSLY!
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One shot: Weapon of choice
____
Firion x ??? (I guess I'll leave it to the reader to decide who the rebel is pounding...)
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Foreplay
His tongue was wicked, mercilessly attacking her velveteen flesh. His fingers were deviously plucking her nipples and marking her skin with his prints. Beads of sweat trickled down her spine as blissful heat built up between them. He panted deeply, teasing hot breath, against her womanhood and whispered “Are you ready?”
Thrust
“Y-Yes!” she cried, in the thralls of passion. Her body ached and burned in response to his systematic caresses. He was a master of weapons, and now he was the commander of her flesh. His fingertips knew just how to coax her to the heights of ecstasy, and how to bring her back down so she didn’t finish too quickly.
Delightful, agonising, wonderful, excruciating torment!
His nose brushed hers and his tongue darted out to chastely lick her lips “Then take it..!” He growled, his voice was a husky hum in her ears. She looked in to his hazy golden eyes, clouded with the moment of desire that they were engaged in.
She clung to his broad back, nails bit flesh as he pierced her with his weapon. Primal pleasure coursed through her nerves, creating sensual heat in her core which radiated out in waves of delight. Every agonising inch of him pushed that bliss to greater heights.
Finally he was buried to the hilt, his rasping groans stroked her inner ear lobe and made her tremble beneath his strapping form.
Pound
Each thrust reduced her to a mess of whimpering pants. She had never thought it could be this good and she had certainly failed to consider that it might be Firion that was capable of such mastery. He rocked her back and forth and filled her with long lunging strokes of his rigid weapon.
“…Unnnh!” she moaned out, before biting her lip in embarrassment. If she were too loud then they might attract an audience.
She felt him leaning slightly over her, his hand left her breast and reached for something to their left. She was slightly too giddy to register what he was up to until something silky and smooth was wrapped around her mouth. One of his bandana’s, a make-shift gag.
An unexpected orgasm rocked her as he finished tying the cloth around her mouth, her body clung to his weapon as she shivered and twitched.
Climax
His movements grew jerkier and his groans became more urgent and strained. She knew what was to come and her aching, swollen body eagerly awaited the moment of his release.
His hands gripped at her and pulled her firmly backwards so that the curve of her buttocks was melded to his groin and thighs. He held her tightly in place and threw his head back. He bit back a strained moan between his teeth and hissed out as delicious spasms shook him.
He came.
His breathing was shallow and fast paced, he didn’t move from his position inside her. She closed her eyes and took in every tiny, carnal detail of the moment.
The sound of his breathing, the heat of his body, the mingling of their sweat on her stomach.
After-haze
He withdrew, her body instantly missing the sense of fulfilment and the warmth he had given her.
She reached out her arms for him and he moved to lay with her, his head rested on her chest.
“I can hear your heartbeat…” he whispered.
She slipped the gag off and looked down at his silvery hair “I suppose you reminded it how to beat.” She replied, embarrassed by her confession.
“Really…? I like the sound of that.” His golden eyes smiled at her.