[ The way she tightens up has his mouth dry in seconds, ironically. Fjord needs to see her, see how pretty she looks with his dick in her hand, so he reclines and slips both hands around to That Ribbon which he unloops with a single pull, sliding her panties into obscurity. He trails his thumbs along the folds of her exposed sex, transfixed by how wet she is when he rubs along her hot skin and invites the warm bedroom air along her dripping cunt. ]
You're soaked.
[ A smile kicks up as Fjord looks at her, eyes twinkling. ]
[Jester moves just enough to shimmy her panties off, and then settles in with her hips tilted slightly backward, giving Fjord both plenty of space to work with and a good view of her blueberry cunt. She grins at him, clearly pleased with herself, and lets her fingers play across the ridges on the underside of his shaft.]
[ Playing with each other with exploratory touches makes for an interesting effort when it comes to staying alert, especially whenever her delicate fingers brush under one of the ridges on the underside of his dick and he sucks in a breath. Fjord has to swallow twice before he finds his voice, fingertips gliding with less direction up to her clit (it's a sure bet when he can't focus!). ]
Yeah ... Yes, I do. You, uh ...
[ The green on his cheeks and chest is darker, charred a mild red on the lighter patches. ]
[ He twitches across his shoulders when her thumb decides to be evil and his head drops back in the chair with a soft groan, hands falling to grasp at her thighs. Precome wells at the tip and spills.
Fjord peers at her beneath his lashes, yellow eyes glinting. ]
[Jester delights in watching Fjord react the way he does, watching his head fall back and letting a giddy sort of feeling settle over her, mingling with heady arousal. Her thumb recedes, tracing a line right down the middle of his shaft, watching him all the while.]
Just admiring your pretty cock, you know. You have your work cut out for you if this is going in me...
[ A shudder takes him again, clicking something into action in his brain that says Enough and has him encircling her waist with his hands to drag her forward, close enough that her breasts are squashed against his chest and he can grasp at her curves while delivering a hungry kiss. Her thighs, the swell of her ass, the heat of her plastered against him, it all makes a low growl rumble in his ribs as he licks his way into her mouth with an impatience he can't contain.
She's so, so soft, so beautifully shaped in all the right places, and it's Jester. ]
Put your arms around my neck, you need the leverage to control how deep you take me.
[Jester grins wolfishly as she's pulled in close, chest pressing into Fjord's as he touches every inch of her he can reach. Another surge of arousal goes through her like lightning, her lips parting easily for him as she grinds down impatiently, her wet heat rubbing all along his length. She corrals him closer with her arms around his shoulders, burying her face in Fjord's neck for a moment and planting hungry kisses.]
[ With his blood pounding (and on fire when she says that) he indulges in the grinding for the longest thirty seconds of his life before, between that and the sharp teeth at his neck, he has to reach down and steady his cock upright for her to take, mind whiting out now and then. The tip rubs back towards her wet cunt and he starts to ease it inside with a hand sliding around to the small of her back for support, showing her how to angle herself. She's molten, tight as a fist, and he can feel the way his dick wants to stretch her open as he begins pushing in.
Sweat beads down Fjord's temple into his hair, watching her sidelong. ]
[Jester’s body feels like it’s set aflame, embers lighting wherever Fjord’s hands meet her skin; she shudders as he reaches between them to line himself up, feeling him slide through the dripping wetness between her thighs.
Her arms tighten around his broad shoulders, keeping her face buried in his throat as she reminds herself to relax and begins to sink down onto him. The stretch is immediately apparent, not painful but not quite comfortable, but she muscles through it, letting gravity pull her downward with a whimper.]
[ Once she has him inside he holds onto her hips and pets all around, down on her thighs and up her sides, murmurs breathless between them as he tries not to get entirely lost in the sensations. When he feels a second ridge slide home and eke out a whimper he brushes back her hair and kisses a blue temple. ]
That's it, you're doing so well ...
[ Fjord may be on Cloud Nine with Jester swallowing up his cock in her sticky heat but he wants to check she's alright, unable to totally tell on his own. It's a lot to handle. ]
[Her breath comes out a little shaky, but she manages a soft laugh, letting Fjord know he doesn’t need to worry too much. She pulls her head back to look at him, eyes wide and pupils blown, caught between wanting to just press down further and wanting to enjoy every moment of this that she can.]
Yeah. More than alright.
[One fang catches her lower lip as she draws upward a little, feeling friction give way to her own wetness as she inches back down again. Somewhere behind her, her tail lashes around Fjord’s calf, keeping him right where he is.]
[ A sigh leaves him as she starts moving, sitting up to better position her in his lap without forcing anything. ]
You feel amazing.
[ Kissing Jester comes so naturally that he does it before he finishes talking and ends up murmuring his thoughts into soft lips, nuzzling his way down her jaw as he drags those kisses along to a blue pulse a moment later. Her hips are plush under his grip and he's incapable of not touching her, hooking his hands under her ass after a hedonistic caress. ]
I'm going to move now, before my dick explodes.
[ Laughter banks behind his grin. Heels digging into the floor as he gives a thrust, he's careful to end it around the same depth she sank to, once, twice, smiling against the hot skin of her neck with an exhale of relief, finally fucking her. ]
[Now that she has a moment to settle, a moment to breathe, Jester can appreciate every little sensation; Fjord’s big hands caressing her hips and ass, spreading her a little wider and oh gods, everything is so slippery back there. She lets out a surprised laugh, mouthing soft kisses along Fjord’s hairline.]
Okay, I’m ready.
[It still takes the air from her lungs, but it’s *good*, like stretching all your limbs after a long sleep. He’s got her, she’s all wrapped up in him, and it feels so right as rain that she could cry if she wasn’t so busy moaning as his cock presses just a little deeper into her.]
[ Those sound like good moans, not ouch-moans, so he lowers her a little more where his hands are supporting her ass and presses up, sliding in to the base by accident when his strength (17!) can't hold out too long with the tight vice of her cunt constantly milking his shaft. ]
Oh, oh gods ...
[ Fjord drags his mouth across her shoulder and lower, kissing the breasts he gathers up now his hands are free, cupping her sides. In a shaky voice, he moans her real name because it suits her here where she's so grown, an unmistakable woman in her own right and goddamn pulsing around him. ]
[Blissed out as she is, Jester's only dimly aware that she's taken him to the hilt, too distracted by his mouth on her breasts, the large hands encircling her rib cage. Her head lolls back, horns pointed toward the ceiling as she fucks herself back down on him. She's not expecting the full name drop, not by a mile, and normally she might hate that but right now? Right now it's fucking hot, sending a surge of fresh arousal right through her as she stares down her nose at Fjord.]
Yeah, I'm right here, [she pants, grinding her hips down and letting herself feel every godsdamned ridge of his cock, fingertips digging into his shoulders.] You feel so fucking good, baby.
[ Baby. His tusks bite down on her shoulder as he kisses there, bringing a hand around to play with her clit as Jester finds her pace and they move in tandem, one creature with the same purpose of getting off. His breathing is heavy, gruff growls on every other huff against her skin, and he leans back to brace himself to lend more control to his hips. That's when he stops holding back and the rush of arousal takes over completely, fucking Jester faster and loving the grip of her around his cock, the sight of her flushed and needy where she bounces.
His fingers over her clit flick back and forth, quicker than the slam of his hips, as Fjord takes note of what gets her wettest. ]
[Her whole body is wracked with another shudder, feeling the scrape of Fjord’s tusks on her skin. She’s imagined this so many times, but her imagination didn’t supply how good it feels to be at the mercy of his strength, those low growls in her ear and the sheer, primal want that courses through her in response.
He gives her so much, and then more, his finger dancing across her clit pulling a loud moan from Jester’s lips.]
[ His arm wraps around her to bring Jester in close and kiss her deeply, sharing shudders and moans as he angles himself to rub over her sweetest spot, the tip of his cock swollen like the hard flares around his dick that spread her open so well. His hand stills so that he always rubs over her clit with each thrust as they speed up, the slap of flesh a wet staccato in the bedroom as the sound filters out the ajar door. Voices from downstairs similarly drift upstairs, doors can be heard opening and closing as their housemates return, and a thrill runs up his spine.
He's close too. ]
If they walk in, I'm not stopping.
[ Whoever is moving around downstairs will just have to watch Fjord fucking Jester obscenely in the armchair in front of the sunny window, sweat shining on green and blue skin along with all their other fluids. His cock throbs and he hisses, bucking harder. ]
Fuck, fuck, [ shit, he never asked, ] can I come inside?
[With her breath coming out in quick, rough pants, Jester can do little more than moan against Fjord’s mouth as she rides him. Her hips slam downward, driving her closer and closer to her climax even as she works to coax Fjord toward his. She feels a surge of triumph when she hears that he’s close; suddenly all she wants is to feel him spill inside her—]
Please, please, shit!
[the last word accompanied by a squeak and then an embarrassingly loud cry as her whole body tenses, his insistent fingers bringing her home and sending waves of almost agonizing pleasure wracking through her. If the rest of the house hears her, well, lucky for them.]
[ Please, she begs, please, and he can't refuse. Can't stop. He gasps as he moves inside Jester, every pulse wracked out of him by the grip she has on him as she comes and that's incredible, she's wet and hot and perfect, she deserves to be filled up to the brim with his come. The vigour with which he fucks her is relentless, spilling inside with a snarl that morphs into a human cry as his head falls back on the chair and the bucking turns into a grind, grasping at her thighs to keep her connected and his cock pressed right up against where it makes her sob. ]
Jessie ... !
[ Shoulders rolling with a wave that shudders down his body, he grunts and his lip curls back on another growl, cock pumping; he can feel his seed slipping out of her along with her own orgasm, his hips are red hot. The first time is always a relief of a release, now more than ever, and he stays as hard when the first load is done. His fingers drift between them, scissoring around the base of his cock to feel how slippery she is, soft skin swollen and pink-violet.
Restless, Fjord presses back in with a gruff noise, tilting his hips to feel her clench and shiver. ]
[Jester's arms stay locked around Fjord's shoulders, aftershocks still rolling through her body. Her cunt squeezes around his cock, desperately milking every last drop from him, until she can feel their mingled come running down her thighs and surely ruining the chair beneath them. She huffs out a warm breath against his neck, peppering green skin with soft kisses, laughing shakily. She should be exhausted, but instead she's blindingly aware of how hard Fjord still is inside her, and the trailing of his fingers over her, around him, gods, he's everywhere.
She's immediately turned on again, impossibly so, but there's something raw and primal about fucking Fjord, something she hadn't expected in a hundred years, and it stokes something in her. Her Infernal heritage rising from the depths. Her tail lashes behind her, and then she's reminded of the cramping in her thighs.]
[ Can he carry her to the bed? (str check: 7) ... Nope, arms and legs too shaken with arousal to lift Jester with him, addicted to kissing all over her chest as she clings to him, sucking on violet nipples only to soothe them with a circular lick. ]
You'll need to get up, sweetheart.
[ And escape where Fjord is currently rocking into her, shallow and slow, arms around her. He does want her on the bed, though ... ]
[Jester grumbles good-naturedly into the top of Fjord’s head, tasting salt on her lips from his sweat as she pulls away. She’s extremely conflicted about getting up and off of him when he’s rocking up into her again and it feels so damn good. Also there’s—]
H-holy shit. [She lifts her hips and as soon as he’s halfway out she feels something give, and suddenly there’s come positively pouring out of her. Thighs quaking, she gets to her feet, feeling the loss of him immediately and keenly, and stumbles toward the bed. It’s a good thing nobody sleeps in this one; by the time she lays down and gets situated she can already feel a wet spot forming underneath her.]
[ Fjord grabs his shirt off the floor to mop up the worst of their mingled spill, scents strong and entwined. He's still hard as he steps away from the (now ruined, oops) armchair, looking over at the picture Jester makes and hurrying on equally shaky legs to join her, cosying up behind her to kiss her neck and have his cock slide between her legs.
It's intimate in a way the sex can't be, nuzzling her with a happy rumble in his chest. ]
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[ The way she tightens up has his mouth dry in seconds, ironically. Fjord needs to see her, see how pretty she looks with his dick in her hand, so he reclines and slips both hands around to That Ribbon which he unloops with a single pull, sliding her panties into obscurity. He trails his thumbs along the folds of her exposed sex, transfixed by how wet she is when he rubs along her hot skin and invites the warm bedroom air along her dripping cunt. ]
You're soaked.
[ A smile kicks up as Fjord looks at her, eyes twinkling. ]
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...do you like that? How wet I get for you?
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Yeah ... Yes, I do. You, uh ...
[ The green on his cheeks and chest is darker, charred a mild red on the lighter patches. ]
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[She watches curiously as he seems to fumble for words, giving an experimental flick of her thumb beneath the head of his cock for good measure.]
It’s okay, Fjord, it’s just little old me, [she reassures him with a wink.]
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[ He twitches across his shoulders when her thumb decides to be evil and his head drops back in the chair with a soft groan, hands falling to grasp at her thighs. Precome wells at the tip and spills.
Fjord peers at her beneath his lashes, yellow eyes glinting. ]
Having fun playing?
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[Jester delights in watching Fjord react the way he does, watching his head fall back and letting a giddy sort of feeling settle over her, mingling with heady arousal. Her thumb recedes, tracing a line right down the middle of his shaft, watching him all the while.]
Just admiring your pretty cock, you know. You have your work cut out for you if this is going in me...
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[ A shudder takes him again, clicking something into action in his brain that says Enough and has him encircling her waist with his hands to drag her forward, close enough that her breasts are squashed against his chest and he can grasp at her curves while delivering a hungry kiss. Her thighs, the swell of her ass, the heat of her plastered against him, it all makes a low growl rumble in his ribs as he licks his way into her mouth with an impatience he can't contain.
She's so, so soft, so beautifully shaped in all the right places, and it's Jester. ]
Put your arms around my neck, you need the leverage to control how deep you take me.
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[Jester grins wolfishly as she's pulled in close, chest pressing into Fjord's as he touches every inch of her he can reach. Another surge of arousal goes through her like lightning, her lips parting easily for him as she grinds down impatiently, her wet heat rubbing all along his length. She corrals him closer with her arms around his shoulders, burying her face in Fjord's neck for a moment and planting hungry kisses.]
Okay, okay, fuck, I want you so bad!
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Sweat beads down Fjord's temple into his hair, watching her sidelong. ]
Slowly ...
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Her arms tighten around his broad shoulders, keeping her face buried in his throat as she reminds herself to relax and begins to sink down onto him. The stretch is immediately apparent, not painful but not quite comfortable, but she muscles through it, letting gravity pull her downward with a whimper.]
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That's it, you're doing so well ...
[ Fjord may be on Cloud Nine with Jester swallowing up his cock in her sticky heat but he wants to check she's alright, unable to totally tell on his own. It's a lot to handle. ]
Alright, Jessie?
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Yeah. More than alright.
[One fang catches her lower lip as she draws upward a little, feeling friction give way to her own wetness as she inches back down again. Somewhere behind her, her tail lashes around Fjord’s calf, keeping him right where he is.]
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You feel amazing.
[ Kissing Jester comes so naturally that he does it before he finishes talking and ends up murmuring his thoughts into soft lips, nuzzling his way down her jaw as he drags those kisses along to a blue pulse a moment later. Her hips are plush under his grip and he's incapable of not touching her, hooking his hands under her ass after a hedonistic caress. ]
I'm going to move now, before my dick explodes.
[ Laughter banks behind his grin. Heels digging into the floor as he gives a thrust, he's careful to end it around the same depth she sank to, once, twice, smiling against the hot skin of her neck with an exhale of relief, finally fucking her. ]
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Okay, I’m ready.
[It still takes the air from her lungs, but it’s *good*, like stretching all your limbs after a long sleep. He’s got her, she’s all wrapped up in him, and it feels so right as rain that she could cry if she wasn’t so busy moaning as his cock presses just a little deeper into her.]
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Oh, oh gods ...
[ Fjord drags his mouth across her shoulder and lower, kissing the breasts he gathers up now his hands are free, cupping her sides. In a shaky voice, he moans her real name because it suits her here where she's so grown, an unmistakable woman in her own right and goddamn pulsing around him. ]
Genevieve.
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Yeah, I'm right here, [she pants, grinding her hips down and letting herself feel every godsdamned ridge of his cock, fingertips digging into his shoulders.] You feel so fucking good, baby.
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His fingers over her clit flick back and forth, quicker than the slam of his hips, as Fjord takes note of what gets her wettest. ]
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He gives her so much, and then more, his finger dancing across her clit pulling a loud moan from Jester’s lips.]
I’m close, so close...
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He's close too. ]
If they walk in, I'm not stopping.
[ Whoever is moving around downstairs will just have to watch Fjord fucking Jester obscenely in the armchair in front of the sunny window, sweat shining on green and blue skin along with all their other fluids. His cock throbs and he hisses, bucking harder. ]
Fuck, fuck, [ shit, he never asked, ] can I come inside?
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[With her breath coming out in quick, rough pants, Jester can do little more than moan against Fjord’s mouth as she rides him. Her hips slam downward, driving her closer and closer to her climax even as she works to coax Fjord toward his. She feels a surge of triumph when she hears that he’s close; suddenly all she wants is to feel him spill inside her—]
Please, please, shit!
[the last word accompanied by a squeak and then an embarrassingly loud cry as her whole body tenses, his insistent fingers bringing her home and sending waves of almost agonizing pleasure wracking through her. If the rest of the house hears her, well, lucky for them.]
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Jessie ... !
[ Shoulders rolling with a wave that shudders down his body, he grunts and his lip curls back on another growl, cock pumping; he can feel his seed slipping out of her along with her own orgasm, his hips are red hot. The first time is always a relief of a release, now more than ever, and he stays as hard when the first load is done. His fingers drift between them, scissoring around the base of his cock to feel how slippery she is, soft skin swollen and pink-violet.
Restless, Fjord presses back in with a gruff noise, tilting his hips to feel her clench and shiver. ]
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She's immediately turned on again, impossibly so, but there's something raw and primal about fucking Fjord, something she hadn't expected in a hundred years, and it stokes something in her. Her Infernal heritage rising from the depths. Her tail lashes behind her, and then she's reminded of the cramping in her thighs.]
Bed, now.
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You'll need to get up, sweetheart.
[ And escape where Fjord is currently rocking into her, shallow and slow, arms around her. He does want her on the bed, though ... ]
Go lie down on your back?
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H-holy shit. [She lifts her hips and as soon as he’s halfway out she feels something give, and suddenly there’s come positively pouring out of her. Thighs quaking, she gets to her feet, feeling the loss of him immediately and keenly, and stumbles toward the bed. It’s a good thing nobody sleeps in this one; by the time she lays down and gets situated she can already feel a wet spot forming underneath her.]
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[ Fjord grabs his shirt off the floor to mop up the worst of their mingled spill, scents strong and entwined. He's still hard as he steps away from the (now ruined, oops) armchair, looking over at the picture Jester makes and hurrying on equally shaky legs to join her, cosying up behind her to kiss her neck and have his cock slide between her legs.
It's intimate in a way the sex can't be, nuzzling her with a happy rumble in his chest. ]
Mmmm ...
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