[She's heard plenty of promises in the bedroom, declarations of love and lust and everything else in between, but the gravel in Fjord's voice combined with those words makes her blood run hot with desire. Enough that he most likely feels her muscles flutter tighter around him as he picks up with renewed vigor.
Hands holding her in place, her whole body seems to move in time with each of his thrusts, plunging into her like he might break her in two. If she was pushing on overstimulated before, she doesn't ask he stop or slow down, instead her nails dig into his skin, and there's a few beats of silence as she bites her lip, but it quickly ticks over into gasps of pleasure. She loves it, loves him, in the moments when all of the wrappings of propriety are gone, and she is loud against his ear. The tent filling with the sounds of their coupling, (her cries loud enough that it's probably a good thing they're on a relatively remote part of the beach.) And his name on her lips is like a prayer, over and over again.
The next time some comes it's with a scream, toes curling and whole body wracked with tremors. And Fjord might feel a punch of magical energy at the same moment, hot and heavy – aphrodisiac in nature, although they're well beyond that, but she's barely paying attention to her powers in the moment, overwhelmed and practically thrumming with pleasure.]
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Hands holding her in place, her whole body seems to move in time with each of his thrusts, plunging into her like he might break her in two. If she was pushing on overstimulated before, she doesn't ask he stop or slow down, instead her nails dig into his skin, and there's a few beats of silence as she bites her lip, but it quickly ticks over into gasps of pleasure. She loves it, loves him, in the moments when all of the wrappings of propriety are gone, and she is loud against his ear. The tent filling with the sounds of their coupling, (her cries loud enough that it's probably a good thing they're on a relatively remote part of the beach.) And his name on her lips is like a prayer, over and over again.
The next time some comes it's with a scream, toes curling and whole body wracked with tremors. And Fjord might feel a punch of magical energy at the same moment, hot and heavy – aphrodisiac in nature, although they're well beyond that, but she's barely paying attention to her powers in the moment, overwhelmed and practically thrumming with pleasure.]