OMG!! I wrote Straight HET!: Moonstruck
Title: Moonstruck
Author: kitty_trio
Fandom: Karl Urban RPH
Rating: NC17
Pairing: Karl Urban/Surprise guest
Warnings: Het, Food Play
Feedback: Yes please!
Disclaimer: It’s Fiction! It never happened! All lies from a troubled mind. No money made from this fantasy. In short, nothing in this story is true regarding any real person mentioned.
Author’s Note and Dedication: A friend sent our Karl a box of Moonstruck truffles, and heard it was well received. So, dear sweet amyurban, here is a little ficlet inspired from your gift of love and the delicious banter we shared about the joys of chocolate. *snogs ya silly* [revised Nov '06]
Karl stepped from the lift, licking the last bit of chocolate from his mustache. “Fucken hell those were phenomenal truffles,” he thought. Sliding the key card in the door he entered the hotel room removing the small box from the pocket before shucking his jacket. ‘Moonstruck’ he read shaking the box to confirm he did leave a few to savor at his leisure.
A full moon is flooding the suite in a mystical light. Deepening shadows here, reflecting off shiny surfaces there. A strange sense of anticipation was coursing through Karl’s body as his stripped off, leaving a trail of clothes in his wake as he headed for the large bed. He wished there was some way he could thank the gift giver personally. If the woman only knew how much good chocolate turned him on.
Once nude he stacked the pillows against the headboard and stretched out on the cool sheets. The truffle box he balanced on rock-hard abs as he absently ran a hand from his navel up to pluck at a taut nipple. He closed his eyes to conjure a vision of his voluptuous fellow chocolate connoisseur. By feel alone he opened the box. The metallic ribbon he set aside for later use. Now he selected a truffle, fingers gently investigating the shape. He licked his lips in anticipation as he brought the morsel to his mouth and took a tiny bite. The flavor bursting on his tongue had him groaning and blood flooding his groin. “Fuck, almost better than sex,” he whispered to the room.
“Dare to put that to the test?” a feminine voice purred as a corner of the mattress dipped under another’s weight.
“…the Fuck!” Karl’s eyes flew open. His eyes widened even more as the woman now crawling forward like a cat in heat was exactly who he’d just envisioned. “H…how?” he managed to gasp around the surge of desire coursing through his body.
“You wished on a moonstruck night over Moonstruck Chocolate.” She plucked the melting confection from his fingers, setting it and the box aside. After licking his fingers clean, she challenged, “You wanted to thank me personally. Now’s your chance.” The last whispered against his plump lips before she lowered her mouth to dance their chocolate coated tongues against each other.
Karl pulled the woman over his body, sliding willingly into the kiss. One hand threading in silky hair, the other spanning her waist, he ground his burgeoning arousal against the wet heat at the juncture of her thighs. For long moments he ran his palm over the soft curves as their tongues dueled wetly. “Fucken hell luv, you have a wicked mouth,” he rasped dragging her head up by the long fingers tangled in her hair. After one more lick over her kiss swollen lips, he rolled them to their sides and slipped one long muscled thigh between hers. “Yer gonna have meh losing control way too soon, and I have plans to thank each and every inch of your body.” He began trailing nips and licks across her jaw to ear, lobe, neck, grinning at the groans and shivers they cause.
Leaning over to snag the half bitten and melty truffle, Karl wished aloud they had some more chocolate. A giggle from beneath him had him look back around. “Hon, this is your fantasy,” his moonlit lady nodded at the side table. There a small pot of tempered chocolate is resting next to a small pile of round wafers.
Karl’s grin widens and a dimple is flashed. “Nice touch, your doing?” he asked. The wafers are slightly curved, just right to scoop a bit of the dark chocolate.
“Just a suggestion,” she shrugged, rising to lean on her elbows. “You’re not the only one fulfilling a fantasy,” her sultry gaze raking his naked form.
“Really now?” Karl smirked, reaching for a wafer and dipping it in the silky smooth sauce. “Then I ‘suggest’ we get on with fulfilling both our fantasies.” A dimple flashed again when her breath hitched and eyes fluttered from him lapping at a drip sliding down his wrist. He brought the treat near her mouth, and then deliberately turned his wrist. They both sighed as the dark chocolate drizzled onto one rosy nipple. A passionate fire dancing in his green eyes, Karl lowered his dark head to lave the flat of his tongue over the tightening bud. Over and over he would drizzle a small trail on her flesh, and lick, nibble, suckle the area moving slowly down her body. Occasionally he would feed her a bite, his own breath hitching when she’d suckle one or more of his fingers deep into her mouth, swirling her tongue to gather every bit of sauce.
Reaching her navel, Karl glanced up with a cheeky grin, his full lips glistening. Instead of using another wafer, he brought the small pot over and poured a sizable amount into the small depression. He palmed his truffle from earlier as the pot was set aside and settled between her legs. Her stomach quivered as he lapped the overspill in ever shrinking circles, honing in on the small pool. As she panted through the feather light touches, one more smirk is directed at her face before he stabbed his tongue inside repeatedly. Hips leaving the bed, she groaned at the change in sensation. Karl used the distraction to slip the confection and two fingers in her depths, and began stroking his thumb over the taut bud. “Don’t hold back luv,” He watched her eyes glaze and body arch into his touch. “This is only the first of many times I want you to drench me with your honey.” Adding tongue and lips to encourage her release, Karl groaned as the nearly melted truffle and her essence flowed over his tongue. He stroked his fingers in the tight passage whilst nibbling and flicking his tongue against her clit until she came, calling out and clenching around his fingers.
Licking chocolate and her taste from his lips, Karl sprawled on top of her still quivering body. Biting and licking at one ear he growled, “Yeh ready for me? Wanna feel you squeeze my cock like you just did my hand.” Not waiting for her to focus her glazed eyes on him, he took hold of his so needy cock and slid balls deep in one steady thrust. “Fucken hell, yer so hot, wet, tight…” he gasped into her mouth before plunging his tongue in, mimicking the rhythm he was setting in her passage. He pulled one of her thighs up to change the angle and sank even deeper on each downward stroke. “Fuck yeah luv” he rasped in response to her escalating groans and moan as she once again neared an orgasm. “Come on baby, come for me. So close luv…” he encouraged as his balls tightened climax approaching. A few more deep thrusts and he grunted as he came hard. Staying buried in her depths Karl reached down to stroke her over the edge, reveling in her bucking against his shaft and hand, and the groans coming deep from her throat.
They lay panting and sharing wet licks and kisses whilst recovering their breath. She then flipped them over gruffly ordering him to lie still, it was her turn now. She began her own journey of drizzled chocolate and sharp nips and licks over his writhing body. Spending long moments suckling each prominent nipple, she slowly moved down toward the once again filling shaft. She douses the twitching rod in chocolate and licks from root to tip in long slow swipes. Karl grasped the headboard to keep him from reaching for her to make her... “Oh Fuck!” he called out when she engulfs the entire shaft. She is kneeling beside him and he pulled her over so he can bury his face between her thighs and drink her sweet essence. She has him close to coming again and he regretfully pulled her off. “Luv, gonna have me shootin’ off too soon again, and wanna be buried deep in here,” he strokes long fingers into her wet passage, “when I do.”
Karl shifted them until he is leant against the stacked pillows and she is perched over his lap facing the mirror on the closet door. “That’s it luv, wanna see your beautiful body as you fuck yourself on my cock.” He lowered her onto his rod and palms the firm globes of her breasts, tweaking and plucking the nipples to taut buds. They both moan as she set a fast tempo, riding his shaft hard. It doesn’t take long before they are both bucking against each other watching their mirror images. Karl reached down to stroke her clit, bringing her to a shuddering release as he filled her body in jerking streams.
They collapse on the bed for a short rest, and then spend the long hours of the night pleasuring each other over and over.
Karl woke to the sun streaming in the plate glass window. He stretched long muscles stiff from the through fucking of the night before. A glance around the suite showed he was alone, and no evidence was left of the woman or the fantasies they had shared. ‘Fuck, it was all a dream,’ he thought rising to use the loo. ‘But god! What a dream! The best sex he’s ever had and it was all a dream. He shook his head in wonder as he scratched at his trimmed beard, not seeing a small fleck of chocolate fall to the tiles.
Many miles away, a woman stretched in a very pleasant lethargy. The day needed to be started, but she wished she could return to the very erotic dream she’d been having. She padded to the bathroom to pour a glass of water. Leaning forward a small mark on her throat caught her eye. No… it couldn’t be? It was… a small spot of chocolate jumped softly in time to her pulse.
Author: kitty_trio
Fandom: Karl Urban RPH
Rating: NC17
Pairing: Karl Urban/Surprise guest
Warnings: Het, Food Play
Feedback: Yes please!
Disclaimer: It’s Fiction! It never happened! All lies from a troubled mind. No money made from this fantasy. In short, nothing in this story is true regarding any real person mentioned.
Author’s Note and Dedication: A friend sent our Karl a box of Moonstruck truffles, and heard it was well received. So, dear sweet amyurban, here is a little ficlet inspired from your gift of love and the delicious banter we shared about the joys of chocolate. *snogs ya silly* [revised Nov '06]
Karl stepped from the lift, licking the last bit of chocolate from his mustache. “Fucken hell those were phenomenal truffles,” he thought. Sliding the key card in the door he entered the hotel room removing the small box from the pocket before shucking his jacket. ‘Moonstruck’ he read shaking the box to confirm he did leave a few to savor at his leisure.
A full moon is flooding the suite in a mystical light. Deepening shadows here, reflecting off shiny surfaces there. A strange sense of anticipation was coursing through Karl’s body as his stripped off, leaving a trail of clothes in his wake as he headed for the large bed. He wished there was some way he could thank the gift giver personally. If the woman only knew how much good chocolate turned him on.
Once nude he stacked the pillows against the headboard and stretched out on the cool sheets. The truffle box he balanced on rock-hard abs as he absently ran a hand from his navel up to pluck at a taut nipple. He closed his eyes to conjure a vision of his voluptuous fellow chocolate connoisseur. By feel alone he opened the box. The metallic ribbon he set aside for later use. Now he selected a truffle, fingers gently investigating the shape. He licked his lips in anticipation as he brought the morsel to his mouth and took a tiny bite. The flavor bursting on his tongue had him groaning and blood flooding his groin. “Fuck, almost better than sex,” he whispered to the room.
“Dare to put that to the test?” a feminine voice purred as a corner of the mattress dipped under another’s weight.
“…the Fuck!” Karl’s eyes flew open. His eyes widened even more as the woman now crawling forward like a cat in heat was exactly who he’d just envisioned. “H…how?” he managed to gasp around the surge of desire coursing through his body.
“You wished on a moonstruck night over Moonstruck Chocolate.” She plucked the melting confection from his fingers, setting it and the box aside. After licking his fingers clean, she challenged, “You wanted to thank me personally. Now’s your chance.” The last whispered against his plump lips before she lowered her mouth to dance their chocolate coated tongues against each other.
Karl pulled the woman over his body, sliding willingly into the kiss. One hand threading in silky hair, the other spanning her waist, he ground his burgeoning arousal against the wet heat at the juncture of her thighs. For long moments he ran his palm over the soft curves as their tongues dueled wetly. “Fucken hell luv, you have a wicked mouth,” he rasped dragging her head up by the long fingers tangled in her hair. After one more lick over her kiss swollen lips, he rolled them to their sides and slipped one long muscled thigh between hers. “Yer gonna have meh losing control way too soon, and I have plans to thank each and every inch of your body.” He began trailing nips and licks across her jaw to ear, lobe, neck, grinning at the groans and shivers they cause.
Leaning over to snag the half bitten and melty truffle, Karl wished aloud they had some more chocolate. A giggle from beneath him had him look back around. “Hon, this is your fantasy,” his moonlit lady nodded at the side table. There a small pot of tempered chocolate is resting next to a small pile of round wafers.
Karl’s grin widens and a dimple is flashed. “Nice touch, your doing?” he asked. The wafers are slightly curved, just right to scoop a bit of the dark chocolate.
“Just a suggestion,” she shrugged, rising to lean on her elbows. “You’re not the only one fulfilling a fantasy,” her sultry gaze raking his naked form.
“Really now?” Karl smirked, reaching for a wafer and dipping it in the silky smooth sauce. “Then I ‘suggest’ we get on with fulfilling both our fantasies.” A dimple flashed again when her breath hitched and eyes fluttered from him lapping at a drip sliding down his wrist. He brought the treat near her mouth, and then deliberately turned his wrist. They both sighed as the dark chocolate drizzled onto one rosy nipple. A passionate fire dancing in his green eyes, Karl lowered his dark head to lave the flat of his tongue over the tightening bud. Over and over he would drizzle a small trail on her flesh, and lick, nibble, suckle the area moving slowly down her body. Occasionally he would feed her a bite, his own breath hitching when she’d suckle one or more of his fingers deep into her mouth, swirling her tongue to gather every bit of sauce.
Reaching her navel, Karl glanced up with a cheeky grin, his full lips glistening. Instead of using another wafer, he brought the small pot over and poured a sizable amount into the small depression. He palmed his truffle from earlier as the pot was set aside and settled between her legs. Her stomach quivered as he lapped the overspill in ever shrinking circles, honing in on the small pool. As she panted through the feather light touches, one more smirk is directed at her face before he stabbed his tongue inside repeatedly. Hips leaving the bed, she groaned at the change in sensation. Karl used the distraction to slip the confection and two fingers in her depths, and began stroking his thumb over the taut bud. “Don’t hold back luv,” He watched her eyes glaze and body arch into his touch. “This is only the first of many times I want you to drench me with your honey.” Adding tongue and lips to encourage her release, Karl groaned as the nearly melted truffle and her essence flowed over his tongue. He stroked his fingers in the tight passage whilst nibbling and flicking his tongue against her clit until she came, calling out and clenching around his fingers.
Licking chocolate and her taste from his lips, Karl sprawled on top of her still quivering body. Biting and licking at one ear he growled, “Yeh ready for me? Wanna feel you squeeze my cock like you just did my hand.” Not waiting for her to focus her glazed eyes on him, he took hold of his so needy cock and slid balls deep in one steady thrust. “Fucken hell, yer so hot, wet, tight…” he gasped into her mouth before plunging his tongue in, mimicking the rhythm he was setting in her passage. He pulled one of her thighs up to change the angle and sank even deeper on each downward stroke. “Fuck yeah luv” he rasped in response to her escalating groans and moan as she once again neared an orgasm. “Come on baby, come for me. So close luv…” he encouraged as his balls tightened climax approaching. A few more deep thrusts and he grunted as he came hard. Staying buried in her depths Karl reached down to stroke her over the edge, reveling in her bucking against his shaft and hand, and the groans coming deep from her throat.
They lay panting and sharing wet licks and kisses whilst recovering their breath. She then flipped them over gruffly ordering him to lie still, it was her turn now. She began her own journey of drizzled chocolate and sharp nips and licks over his writhing body. Spending long moments suckling each prominent nipple, she slowly moved down toward the once again filling shaft. She douses the twitching rod in chocolate and licks from root to tip in long slow swipes. Karl grasped the headboard to keep him from reaching for her to make her... “Oh Fuck!” he called out when she engulfs the entire shaft. She is kneeling beside him and he pulled her over so he can bury his face between her thighs and drink her sweet essence. She has him close to coming again and he regretfully pulled her off. “Luv, gonna have me shootin’ off too soon again, and wanna be buried deep in here,” he strokes long fingers into her wet passage, “when I do.”
Karl shifted them until he is leant against the stacked pillows and she is perched over his lap facing the mirror on the closet door. “That’s it luv, wanna see your beautiful body as you fuck yourself on my cock.” He lowered her onto his rod and palms the firm globes of her breasts, tweaking and plucking the nipples to taut buds. They both moan as she set a fast tempo, riding his shaft hard. It doesn’t take long before they are both bucking against each other watching their mirror images. Karl reached down to stroke her clit, bringing her to a shuddering release as he filled her body in jerking streams.
They collapse on the bed for a short rest, and then spend the long hours of the night pleasuring each other over and over.
Karl woke to the sun streaming in the plate glass window. He stretched long muscles stiff from the through fucking of the night before. A glance around the suite showed he was alone, and no evidence was left of the woman or the fantasies they had shared. ‘Fuck, it was all a dream,’ he thought rising to use the loo. ‘But god! What a dream! The best sex he’s ever had and it was all a dream. He shook his head in wonder as he scratched at his trimmed beard, not seeing a small fleck of chocolate fall to the tiles.
Many miles away, a woman stretched in a very pleasant lethargy. The day needed to be started, but she wished she could return to the very erotic dream she’d been having. She padded to the bathroom to pour a glass of water. Leaning forward a small mark on her throat caught her eye. No… it couldn’t be? It was… a small spot of chocolate jumped softly in time to her pulse.