[ 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. ]
[She can only laugh, a little helplessly, at the realization of how much there is. And while it's a little gross, it's also hot in a way Jester never pictured herself enjoying.
Fjord cozies up to her, and Jester immediately lets herself get wrapped up in him, whimpering as she feels his cock slide between her thighs and brush just barely against her swollen vulva. Her hand comes up to pet through Fjord's hair, wanting to give him every little bit of attention and affection she can muster.]
[She's more than happy to go boneless in Fjord's arms, minding her horns as she nestles back into his chest. Her tail flops upward and drapes itself over his waist. Comfortable.]
Sounds good to me. So is that what you meant by, um, "it's a lot of fuss"?
[Jester doesn't laugh, but she does sort of grin to herself, tucking her chin toward the pillow to hide the flush coloring her cheeks.] Wow. That's pretty cool.
[She turns around in his arms, wriggling her limbs and torso and letting him slip free of her thighs for a moment so that her chest is flush with his. Leaning up a little, she kisses into his neck, just above the pulse.]
So when you say mate, do you mean that you, like, go into heat or something? A lot of people think tieflings do that but I definitely don't.
[The thrumming in her blood starts to ebb, replaced by a contented lull of dopamine. It still hardly feels real, that they can do things like that now...it's enough to make her heart throb with joy.
Reaching up to hold Fjord's cheek in her palm, she tilts her head at him, considering how terrified she would be if she didn't feel in control of her body like that.]
I bet it's scary. At least you're surrounded by people who, you know, love you and stuff.
[She thinks about her conversation with Caleb about the very subject, not so long ago, and buries her face in Fjord's chest, stomach doing flip flops.]
Bet it would be handy if someone knew Prestidigitation.
[ The safety of his friends is the reason he can let his mind slip a little, even if he feels bad afterwards.
A smile works its way back onto his lips as she snuggles in and he combs through her hair. ]
If you want to head into the bathroom to freshen up I can tidy in here. I'll, uh, be fine. [ His dick is not his boss!! ] It'll go down, if I ... leave it.
[She lets out a soft laugh at his answer, and a hum of agreement, and she could almost fall asleep right now, but then he mentions it going down, which has her rearing her head back to look at him like he's insane.]
[She leans up on an elbow, eyeing him with mingled challenge and amusement in her eye.]
You just completely fucked my brains out, Fjord, and it was really fucking good, and you could go again? I'm not going to pass that up, unless you don't want to.
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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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Fjord cozies up to her, and Jester immediately lets herself get wrapped up in him, whimpering as she feels his cock slide between her thighs and brush just barely against her swollen vulva. Her hand comes up to pet through Fjord's hair, wanting to give him every little bit of attention and affection she can muster.]
That was so fucking hot, [she stage whispers.]
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You're ... really good at that.
[ He doesn't move otherwise, not wanting to overstimulate her. Curled up around Jester, he's content to snuggle. ]
Let's take a rest, hmm?
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[She's more than happy to go boneless in Fjord's arms, minding her horns as she nestles back into his chest. Her tail flops upward and drapes itself over his waist. Comfortable.]
Sounds good to me. So is that what you meant by, um, "it's a lot of fuss"?
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[ He nudges her with his hips, just once, so his persistent erection is brought into the limelight but not enough to make him more than shiver. ]
You're going to laugh. It's like ... you know when I get knocked out cold but then I get jolted back up because I'm halforc? Sort of like that.
It's rare I stay down after one go. I, uh ...
[ Ahem. ]
When I mate I come a whole bunch of times, it's exhausting.
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[Jester doesn't laugh, but she does sort of grin to herself, tucking her chin toward the pillow to hide the flush coloring her cheeks.] Wow. That's pretty cool.
[She turns around in his arms, wriggling her limbs and torso and letting him slip free of her thighs for a moment so that her chest is flush with his. Leaning up a little, she kisses into his neck, just above the pulse.]
So when you say mate, do you mean that you, like, go into heat or something? A lot of people think tieflings do that but I definitely don't.
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[ His arm drapes around her, a happy noise in his throat as she kisses there. ]
It's ... It scares me a little. [ Something he hasn't admitted before. ] The whole thing makes me feel like orcs have it rough.
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Reaching up to hold Fjord's cheek in her palm, she tilts her head at him, considering how terrified she would be if she didn't feel in control of her body like that.]
I bet it's scary. At least you're surrounded by people who, you know, love you and stuff.
[She thinks about her conversation with Caleb about the very subject, not so long ago, and buries her face in Fjord's chest, stomach doing flip flops.]
Bet it would be handy if someone knew Prestidigitation.
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[ The safety of his friends is the reason he can let his mind slip a little, even if he feels bad afterwards.
A smile works its way back onto his lips as she snuggles in and he combs through her hair. ]
If you want to head into the bathroom to freshen up I can tidy in here. I'll, uh, be fine. [ His dick is not his boss!! ] It'll go down, if I ... leave it.
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Wait, what? Why would I want that?
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You just completely fucked my brains out, Fjord, and it was really fucking good, and you could go again? I'm not going to pass that up, unless you don't want to.
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Of course I want to.
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Good, because I’ve thought about this a lot and I have a lot of ideas.
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[ His arms come around her to skim up a blue back, gathering her in close for a kiss. ]
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