[ Sex island seemed awful at first, an entity like Vokodo keeping people around for its own benefit, but there are times like these when Fjord forgets to be angry or that he wants to Eldritch Blast the Augur into bits (which is probably their goal). How is he supposed to do anything other than flex and groan when Aphrodite mouths around his cock like that? He's had precious few blowjobs in his life and he can't take his eyes off her, even as precome starts welling up under her tongue.
Fuck, the soft press of her lips ... ]
Don't know if I'm any good for a conversation when you're doing that. [ Hoarser than usual, he takes a deep breath or two. ] What do you want to hear?
[The smile on her lips pulls wider, and it sends a curl of heat between her legs to watch and feel just how quickly he gets worked up for her like this. Even after coming for her twice this night already.]
Anything. [She licks a long stripe up his cock before swirling her tongue over the head.] Tell me what you think about me.
[Lashes lay light on her cheeks as she drops her gaze, turning to her task in full. Plush lips wrap around the thick head of his cock, and she has to sit up taller, inching her knees under her as she takes more of him in her mouth, heat flooding her cheeks with just how large he is in her mouth. Hands brush hair back away from her face, so he can watch in full before fingers wrap around the rest of him, stroking and making sure none of him goes without attention.]
[ Each breath comes heavier than the last, labouring to speak as her mouth encourages every ridge under his cock to further harden and stand out. There's a sweet ache usually absent, assuredly the product of so much exertion, but his orcish heritage props up where human failings threaten and he can feel the pleasure spreading through his entire body all because of her. ]
You're kind.
[ Sighing to gain some steadiness to his voice, he helps keep her hair back with large, gentle fingers running through rosy strands. He can't look away from her as she works over him. ]
After we met, that was what I remembered. You were so beautiful in the way you embraced me, it made you even lovelier to look at. You put your arms around me and weren't afraid. Just beautiful in everything you did. I felt so at ease, I wasn't surprised you were a goddess. Ah ...
[ Her lips rubbing under the flare of a crown makes his breath hitch, speaking in a hurry before he forgets his train of thought. ]
[It's not the kind of compliment she's expecting. Beautiful, yes, and yes her breasts are divine – but kind is not a compliment many men offer to her. Maybe because sometimes she's not. Just the same as the sea is not always kind, nor the hunt or the seasons, but she's learned that there's little room for flaw when it comes to a mortal's perception of love. One misstep and they've sworn it off for life.
It causes a completely different sort of warmth to spread through her. There's a breathy gasp as she comes up off of him – cheeks pink and gaze hazy. Her own heartbeat is loud in her ears even as her mouth and tongue are warm with the taste of him.
Hand still wrapped around his cock – stroking him to keep him on edge, she climbs back up over his chest. And kisses him. Desperately. Passionately. Like the rest of the island has faded away and it's only the two of them left.]
[ Gradually tensing up as she works him over, the moment her lips let go a groan is punched out of his chest and he meets the amorous kiss halfway, grasping her curves in fevered caresses. Urgency fills him with hunger for the third time but it's more desperate than before as he slings an arm around Aphrodite to roll them on her tent carpets, more honest in the way he hikes an elbow under her knee and spreads her out so he reclaim that heat around his cock in a single thrust, grunting as he slides home, soft walls barely resisting.
He brushes back her hair and the kiss returns with a growl that rumbles through his upper half, starved for a taste despite their earlier sexscapades, the roll of his hips finding the right angle with ease to grind her full all over again.
The way she should be, he possessively thinks.
In between the muffled mess of their mouths, he admits lowly, ]
[She'd been half determined to finish him off with her mouth - that had been the plan. But it turns out it's difficult to resist finishing like this. She loves the wrap of his arms around her, the weight of his body when he presses her into the floor of her tent. How easily he slides inside of her, and it's hectic and messy and passionate. Like lovers finding each other after years apart, even as their love bites were still purpling from earlier.
Her voice breaks loud against his mouth.]
You can have me. Ah- [Her arms wrap around his sides, fingers digging into the backs of his shoulders.] Fjord!
[ A different kind of heat rushes through him, the edges of white sclera turning red with half-orc resistance as he feels a swell of affection for her fill his chest, every instinct wired into pleasuring her and drawing out those pretty cries. She's clever and beautiful, moving with him so perfectly (after so much practice) that his come from earlier keeps her wet and ready for him along with her own red-hot slick as she tightens up, exquisite around his cock. Everything about Aphrodite's greed to possess each facet of him makes him fully embrace the side of himself he usually suppresses, drawing out resolve and dedication, and a deeply buried need to fuck her until she forgets her name (or that any other men exist).
Godly, would be another word for the way she feels. ]
Fuck, Ditey ...
[ There's a constant animalistic baritone growl to his voice as he kisses openly down her neck, hips driving to feel her dripping cunt flex around him and inspire more snarls. The heat of her thighs is like a furnace around him. ]
I want to make you come over and over ... and over.
[It's intoxicating. She's not shy when it comes to simple, physical indulgences; from the casual to the dutiful. But the movement between their bodies now was desperate and honest and overwhelming. Every thrust of his cock made stars burst at the corner of her vision, relentless and demanding with the way he devoured her whole. She loved it. Loved the way he gave himself to her, and she gives herself over to it completely.
The space in the tent fills with their noises, her hair tangling into a bed of curls under her and her leg under his elbow bounces with each thrust. Fingers dig into his shoulders, nails leaving marks where they break skin. Each thrust of his cock inside punches the air out of her lungs, her chest heaving and her head is thrown back on the carpeted floor. His name on her lips no longer like a prayer but in loud cries that aren't so loud as the rumble of his chest, reverberating all through her body.
She lasts longer than she'd expect - and yet not long enough. Her whole body wound tight and aching from earlier in the night, muscles tremoring and tight around the relentless thrust of his cock inside of her, and she comes with a shuddered cry. Whole body arching under him, nails digging hard into the backs of his shoulders, begging him to come along with her.]
[ One day he'll take her to bed and make her come so many times she forgets what hour of day it is, but for now it's all he can do to follow her into orgasm with more of a roar than he's ever given outside of battle before, head tipped back as he comes and comes, fucking her in a combination of possessiveness and relief.
Mine.
His arm unloops from her her knee and he scoops her up so she sits on his lap, full of his throbbing cock as he fills her up again, loving her so fiercely it burns under his skin as she milks him dry. Some deeply buried, unconscious part of his orc instincts whisper mate when he looks down at her and he groans, ducking his head in his exhaustion to kiss a cupped breast, lavishing her in his own pleasure so that he isn't just inside her, his tongue melts hot pathways around a nipple, tusks gently scraping their way across to a twin where he repeats himself. ]
[Her body feels heavy when he flips them back around, still throbbing and she can feel a tremor in her limbs, face flushed and warm. She loves the way he feels, how he gives himself entirely of her. In the height of passion, to the ground-shuddering roar that still reverberates inside of her, filling her not just with his seed and his body but with his sound and his scent and even his heartbeat. The sound of their breathing fills the tent and she scratches soft lines on the back of his neck with her fingers.
Mine.
The scrape of his tusks and tongue over a nipple makes a gentle shudder run through her body, aftershocks of pleasure, and she lets her head lull heavy on his shoulder, nestling in to kiss lightly over the spot she'd sucked into a bruise. At a loss for words for one of the few times in eternity, as she gently moves her hips, almost soothingly in the way she's sure to coax every last ounce of pleasure out of him.]
[ The heat has to die down at some point and it does, slow to do so but gradually leaving him shivering over her in the wake of his own sweat. Sharing one last slow grind, he leans up and kisses her as he rolls his hips away to separate them.
A breath punches past his lips as he does so and Fjord drops at her side, a heap of limbs vaguely in halforc form. God damn. If anyone could murder him with a good fuck (or three?) it's her. ]
... I love this tent.
[ His arm slings over her waist, loose and affectionate but too tired to do more. ]
[A laugh bubbles out of her, breathless and happy, and she curls into his side, arms looped around him lazily. There's no hurry in the way she basks in his warmth - for once truly exhausted and sated - and her eyes are hazy with affection when she looks at him.
There's a half-beat of consideration before she leans in to give him a feather-light kiss on his brow. Something chaste and warm and it should not be cause for her to blush given all they've just gotten into, but it makes heat curl in her cheeks. Which she hides quickly by snuggling her face back under his chin.
She doesn't need sleep but oh, she will enjoy sharing one with him. As if her limbs would let her do much else at the moment.]
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Fuck, the soft press of her lips ... ]
Don't know if I'm any good for a conversation when you're doing that. [ Hoarser than usual, he takes a deep breath or two. ] What do you want to hear?
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Anything. [She licks a long stripe up his cock before swirling her tongue over the head.] Tell me what you think about me.
[Lashes lay light on her cheeks as she drops her gaze, turning to her task in full. Plush lips wrap around the thick head of his cock, and she has to sit up taller, inching her knees under her as she takes more of him in her mouth, heat flooding her cheeks with just how large he is in her mouth. Hands brush hair back away from her face, so he can watch in full before fingers wrap around the rest of him, stroking and making sure none of him goes without attention.]
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You're kind.
[ Sighing to gain some steadiness to his voice, he helps keep her hair back with large, gentle fingers running through rosy strands. He can't look away from her as she works over him. ]
After we met, that was what I remembered. You were so beautiful in the way you embraced me, it made you even lovelier to look at. You put your arms around me and weren't afraid. Just beautiful in everything you did. I felt so at ease, I wasn't surprised you were a goddess. Ah ...
[ Her lips rubbing under the flare of a crown makes his breath hitch, speaking in a hurry before he forgets his train of thought. ]
And your breasts were fucking incredible, gods —!
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It causes a completely different sort of warmth to spread through her. There's a breathy gasp as she comes up off of him – cheeks pink and gaze hazy. Her own heartbeat is loud in her ears even as her mouth and tongue are warm with the taste of him.
Hand still wrapped around his cock – stroking him to keep him on edge, she climbs back up over his chest. And kisses him. Desperately. Passionately. Like the rest of the island has faded away and it's only the two of them left.]
I want you to make love to me.
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He brushes back her hair and the kiss returns with a growl that rumbles through his upper half, starved for a taste despite their earlier sexscapades, the roll of his hips finding the right angle with ease to grind her full all over again.
The way she should be, he possessively thinks.
In between the muffled mess of their mouths, he admits lowly, ]
I need you.
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Her voice breaks loud against his mouth.]
You can have me. Ah- [Her arms wrap around his sides, fingers digging into the backs of his shoulders.] Fjord!
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Godly, would be another word for the way she feels. ]
Fuck, Ditey ...
[ There's a constant animalistic baritone growl to his voice as he kisses openly down her neck, hips driving to feel her dripping cunt flex around him and inspire more snarls. The heat of her thighs is like a furnace around him. ]
I want to make you come over and over ... and over.
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The space in the tent fills with their noises, her hair tangling into a bed of curls under her and her leg under his elbow bounces with each thrust. Fingers dig into his shoulders, nails leaving marks where they break skin. Each thrust of his cock inside punches the air out of her lungs, her chest heaving and her head is thrown back on the carpeted floor. His name on her lips no longer like a prayer but in loud cries that aren't so loud as the rumble of his chest, reverberating all through her body.
She lasts longer than she'd expect - and yet not long enough. Her whole body wound tight and aching from earlier in the night, muscles tremoring and tight around the relentless thrust of his cock inside of her, and she comes with a shuddered cry. Whole body arching under him, nails digging hard into the backs of his shoulders, begging him to come along with her.]
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Mine.
His arm unloops from her her knee and he scoops her up so she sits on his lap, full of his throbbing cock as he fills her up again, loving her so fiercely it burns under his skin as she milks him dry. Some deeply buried, unconscious part of his orc instincts whisper mate when he looks down at her and he groans, ducking his head in his exhaustion to kiss a cupped breast, lavishing her in his own pleasure so that he isn't just inside her, his tongue melts hot pathways around a nipple, tusks gently scraping their way across to a twin where he repeats himself. ]
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Mine.
The scrape of his tusks and tongue over a nipple makes a gentle shudder run through her body, aftershocks of pleasure, and she lets her head lull heavy on his shoulder, nestling in to kiss lightly over the spot she'd sucked into a bruise. At a loss for words for one of the few times in eternity, as she gently moves her hips, almost soothingly in the way she's sure to coax every last ounce of pleasure out of him.]
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A breath punches past his lips as he does so and Fjord drops at her side, a heap of limbs vaguely in halforc form. God damn. If anyone could murder him with a good fuck (or three?) it's her. ]
... I love this tent.
[ His arm slings over her waist, loose and affectionate but too tired to do more. ]
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There's a half-beat of consideration before she leans in to give him a feather-light kiss on his brow. Something chaste and warm and it should not be cause for her to blush given all they've just gotten into, but it makes heat curl in her cheeks. Which she hides quickly by snuggling her face back under his chin.
She doesn't need sleep but oh, she will enjoy sharing one with him. As if her limbs would let her do much else at the moment.]