Hungry like the wolf~

[wolfwithagoat]

● WHO: Eskel wolfwithagoat + various
● WHAT: Eskel's catch-all log for the June event
● WHEN: June
● WHERE: His residence and various other parts of the island
● WARNINGS: Event-centric smut and violence against robots - will add anything particular as it comes up.

((Hit up my event planning thread and we can figure out a starter! For reference sake, Eskel's "house" is the remnants of a wee corner cafe with a covered patio. The latter has become a makeshift stable for Lil Bleater and Scorpion. Most of the patio fence is degraded; he's shored up its holes and weak points with large pieces of debris.))

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[wolfwithagoat]

[Beds can be replaced. Sleeping on a damaged bed is still more than what he's used to. And really, most importantly, he just doesn't care in the moment.]

[Eskel smirks at Jess as her impatience gets the better of her. Once settled within, he starts a steady rhythm that rocks her with each thrust. The scrape of her nails sends a shiver through him, like sparks. His sighs and moans roll through his deep, rough voice. And since this isn't a test of endurance, he puts his everything into it, letting control slip more easily than it did last time.]

[Well, most of his control; when his climax starts building, he does his best to hold it in check. Jess will come first. Not just to satisfy his lover, but to feel her pulsing around him and smell the pheromones released then - and have it all meld into his peak in turn. Why not indulge all the senses he can?]

[Still, he's holding himself at the edge, the pupils of his cat-eyes narrowed into something feral and urgent.]

[underachievement]

[ A quick fuck isn't always bad, even if all her recent ones have been. It's a woeful streak in need of breaking and Eskel seems up to the task. Like last time, she doesn't have to tell him "harder." If a thought ever coalesces at the back of his mind, of concern for the effect of exertion on his wound, he dispels it with another drive of his hips.

Jess just worries about herself, the pitched moans she's reticent to loose. She bites her lip until it hurts, groans thrumming in the cage of her throat. The heat in her core builds to a white hot sear. Her spine bows and she grabs at his ass, demanding he not relent. The tension bursts in a prolonged moment as she clings to him, her head bent back and her mouth soundlessly open. For a split second, she can feel every inch of him in tight relief, before the edges of all sensations blur blissfully, indistinguishable, and everything in her mind is simple and dark. ]

[wolfwithagoat]

[He wouldn't have relented even without her grabbing his ass, though he appreciates it. Jess's desperation for him and how much he pleases her makes pride swell with pleasure. (And really, it's the least he can do for someone willing to look at his scarred face during sex - multiple times at that.)]

[Eskel fucks her into her orgasm and only releases himself after she's fallen over the threshold. He lets his head fall into her neck with a deep, shivering groan. His cock throbs against the tightness of her body, cum spilling in and mixing with her warmth. Dazed and breathing hard, the witcher clings to Jess in turn for a time.]

[When they've both calmed enough, Eskel rolls off of her and onto his side. One arm remains languidly slung over her. He briefly looks to the bandages on her leg: still in place, and he can't smell fresh blood among the sweat and pheromones. No fresh blood from his wound either. Good.]

[For the moment, there doesn't seem to be anything worth saying on his end, so he simply lays with her with a satisfied smile.]