[It's easy to forget about the wine in favor of him, she loves how he feels and how he kisses her and each of the nips of his teeth and his tusks are marks that she'll enjoy looking at long after they're done. Her hands slide down his chest, then back up again, gathering his shirt on her wrists along the way – about to pull it off when she hears the slosh of the wine as the bottle tips dangerously in his hands.]
Oops, I'll have that, darling. [Slender fingers effortlessly catch the neck of the bottle just in time, easing it from his hands at the same time she pushes Fjord back into the plush cushions of her bed, onto his back as she crawls on top.]
Do you remember when we were in your bath...? [She swirls the bottle, grinning down at him playfully. One finger, wet with condensation trails down her neck down to her breast, like a drop of water – or wine as it may be – rolling down her body.]
[ Pushed back, he picks up where she left off and pulls his shirt over his head to toss aside, flopping back against the pillows as he reaches for her. The world is a blurry, drowsy place, golden and sweet with the taste of her on his lips and her weight on his hips keeps him pinned. He vaguely registers the wine being swiped out of his grasp and then his attention zeroes in on the wet line she draws down her body, unable to see anything else.
He licks his lips, hands creeping up her thighs. ]
I remember. [ The way she loomed over him, just like this. The salty heat of her riding his tongue; he swallows reflexively. ] Do you want that again?
[She hums in a sing-song tone and the bed shifts as she settles more comfortably on top of him, her knees straddling just north of his hips. Looking at him through soft, lidded eyes. Mortal-made wines don't affect her nearly so much, but that's of no matter, she enjoys playing with Fjord this way. She smiles at the gaze of his eyes over her form. It was lazy and lusty and playful all at once, the wine relaxing him like a few rounds between them would have done already.]
Maybe. I don't want to cause you to drown. [Teasing,] Let's start slow. [The contents of the bottle slow and spill out over her breasts as she tips it, using her thumb to stem it's flow. Red-purple liquid dribbles down in a thin stream over her breasts down her body and between her thighs to eventually pool at his stomach.]
[ He sits up to collect the spilled wine on his tongue in long licks across her breasts, lips closing around nipples in loving kisses that spare no hunger. He can suck love-bites onto her body wherever the wine flows, a rumble filling the room as he loses track of controlling his halforc habits and lets the growl rise, possessive and claiming. Aphrodite's seat hardens all the way behind her lap, Fjord's mind buzzed with heat and lust and a desperation to sink inside her heat that he knows so well.
If a tusk scores dangerously close around a breast, he isn't sorry. But he is careful (just). ]
[She moans from the ravenous way he licks and mouths over her skin. Even the pinch of tusk that makes her hiss has her squirming for more, the thumb over the mouth of the bottle letting the wine flow faster than he has the time to catch with his tongue. She loves it when he marks her, loves to wear the evidence of him on her skin like jewelry long after they've parted.
The heady buzz of arousal is enough to make her wonder if she's half drunk too or if it's just being with Fjord that makes her head spin. Any intention to go slowly is fleeting with that bass rumble of his. She can feel it starting from where his hips have him pinned, and reverberating up through her body. ]
Mm- [taking a swig from the bottle she tugs his hair, leaning forward to push him back into the bed as she presses their lips together, letting him drink from her even as the wine drips from her breasts onto his skin. ]
[ Sinking back into the wealth of pillows against her headboard, he steadies his hands on her waist and watches the wine flow down her body, leaning up against her hand on his chest so he can still mouth at her breasts and cover them in kisses, lapping up the sweet vintage. He lapses into a happy state of relaxation, aroused and content in the same breath, happy to let Aphrodite dictate how much he gets to touch and taste her just as long as she stays within the grasp of his arms. That's all that matters, really. ]
[The sensation of wine dripping down her skin, only to bead and get lapped up off of the peaks of her breasts has a shiver running down her spine, and she braces one hand against the headboard to keep herself in place. So she can watch Fjord lap and suck hungrily off of her, like a man without drink for days.]
I love it when you call me that, [She hums and shimmies a little right when her nipple is caught between his lips, just to make it tug a little bit.] It's not just our nickname, hm, but it sounds the best on your lips.
[A hand twists through a lock of his hair, keeping fed with the soft flesh of her breast against his mouth,] Do you want a nickname from me? My paladin can be a mouthful, although, hmm, I don't mind that at all.
[ Mouthing at her sticky wine-basted breast, he slips a hand down between her legs to start playing with her clit and rubbing the hidden bud there in slow, firm circles, longer fingers slipping down into her heat. There, where she's wet and volcanic, that's where he starts sinking inside her with thick digits; even when drunk, he could fuck her with any part of himself and do it well. He knows her body and how it reacts to his. ]
[Her voice stutters when he sinks thick digits inside of her, stretching her out and oh, it has been far too long since they last did this. And none of her other lovers stretched her out so thoroughly.
And it was only his fingers, for now.
She sits up, stretching tall over him with one hand on his thigh, so he can fully see how his fingers fit inside of her, cunt greedy and wet. Draining part of what's left of the bottle, she feels a little dizzy herself. Overheated despite the cool of the room.]
Can you fuck me from behind like this? [her voice is husky. Wanting.] With your fingers and your cock. I want you to fill me up, Fjord.
[ Mesmerised by the sight of his dark fingers swallowed up in her pretty pink folds, he curls them inside her when she asks him to take her from behind. He's never been more certain of anything in his life. ]
I want that.
[ He would never have presumed to fuck her like that, having some sense of decorum about her godly status even if they do bang on the regular, but as soon as she says it there's nothing Fjord wants more than to see her on her arms and knees, legs spread. He slips his fingers free (reluctantly) and grabs her by the curves of her hips to toss Aphrodite sideways, smacking her ass as he goes. ]
[Her giggle as he tosses her to the side goes a little wild, eyes bright with excitement. It's not a request she makes often of her lovers - especially not in solo situations and especially not with one as large as Fjord, but she's feeling a little wild and adventurous. And she knows he'll treat her right, no matter how he's fucking her. And it's exciting. It's been so long since she's been properly overwhelmed.
Flipping over eagerly, she trades him places in the bed and gives her butt a little wiggle as she sinks down to to knees and elbows, exaggerated in the way she sticks her ass up. Fit for mounting.]
There's some oil by the bed. [Hands between her legs she plays between her folds where she's plenty wet, he can easily rut against her for a little and get slick that way.] If you need a little extra help.
[ He cocks his head at the bedside table, levying down on his arms to cover her from behind and simply enjoy the feel of their skin moving against each other, kisses drifting over her shoulder to seek out her lips. He keeps a hand on Aphrodite's side pinning her to the bed, but for now the whole weight of him is just a pleasant blanket behind her.
[It's a comfortable weight behind her, pressing her between the soft of the bed and the hard press of his body behind her. Warm and cozy. She could sleep like this if her mind wasn't on other things.
She turns her head to kiss him, and rocks her hips back,]
It hurts when you bite me too, but I like it.
[But the blush that goes from her cheeks up to her ears belies a further truth. Sheepishly:]
And, it has been some time... and I have been more choosy with my partners recently.
[ Fjord reclines beside her, shadowing her from behind and passing a hand over her thigh and hip as he reaches for the oil. Once he has it Fjord slips some onto his fingers and warms it by dipping a caress between Aphrodite's legs, filling her with a gentle but unrelenting push, sinking knuckle-deep to start working her up. His lips meet her shoulder in open-mouthed kisses, tusks digging in a little when he crooks his finger and strokes a thumb over her clit, all hazy-soft foreplay and unhurried lust. ]
Who else have you been sleeping with? Tell me so I can absolutely hate them.
[ Hate may be a strong word but it's not wildly off the mark. ]
[She sighs, long and pleasant as he spreads the oil between her legs, a breath catching in her chest when thick digits spread her out all the more easily because of it. The sheepishness is disappearing under just how good it feels, unrushed and easy, and she moans, spreading her legs by a degree and she tilts her hips back to accommodate the lazy finger-fucking.
Then he asks that and she feels the heat gather in her cheeks again. At the same time she feels that lovely crook of his fingers inside of her and she curls her knees in tighter,]
Don't laugh... [She whines and ducks her face into the crook of her arm. ] Do you remember when the coliseum was erected... is has been since then.
[Leave it to Aphrodite to be embarrassed about a lack of lovers.]
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Oops, I'll have that, darling. [Slender fingers effortlessly catch the neck of the bottle just in time, easing it from his hands at the same time she pushes Fjord back into the plush cushions of her bed, onto his back as she crawls on top.]
Do you remember when we were in your bath...? [She swirls the bottle, grinning down at him playfully. One finger, wet with condensation trails down her neck down to her breast, like a drop of water – or wine as it may be – rolling down her body.]
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He licks his lips, hands creeping up her thighs. ]
I remember. [ The way she loomed over him, just like this. The salty heat of her riding his tongue; he swallows reflexively. ] Do you want that again?
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Maybe. I don't want to cause you to drown. [Teasing,] Let's start slow. [The contents of the bottle slow and spill out over her breasts as she tips it, using her thumb to stem it's flow. Red-purple liquid dribbles down in a thin stream over her breasts down her body and between her thighs to eventually pool at his stomach.]
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[ He sits up to collect the spilled wine on his tongue in long licks across her breasts, lips closing around nipples in loving kisses that spare no hunger. He can suck love-bites onto her body wherever the wine flows, a rumble filling the room as he loses track of controlling his halforc habits and lets the growl rise, possessive and claiming. Aphrodite's seat hardens all the way behind her lap, Fjord's mind buzzed with heat and lust and a desperation to sink inside her heat that he knows so well.
If a tusk scores dangerously close around a breast, he isn't sorry. But he is careful (just). ]
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The heady buzz of arousal is enough to make her wonder if she's half drunk too or if it's just being with Fjord that makes her head spin. Any intention to go slowly is fleeting with that bass rumble of his. She can feel it starting from where his hips have him pinned, and reverberating up through her body. ]
Mm- [taking a swig from the bottle she tugs his hair, leaning forward to push him back into the bed as she presses their lips together, letting him drink from her even as the wine drips from her breasts onto his skin. ]
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Mmmm, Ditey ...
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I love it when you call me that, [She hums and shimmies a little right when her nipple is caught between his lips, just to make it tug a little bit.] It's not just our nickname, hm, but it sounds the best on your lips.
[A hand twists through a lock of his hair, keeping fed with the soft flesh of her breast against his mouth,] Do you want a nickname from me? My paladin can be a mouthful, although, hmm, I don't mind that at all.
[innuendooo.]
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[ Mouthing at her sticky wine-basted breast, he slips a hand down between her legs to start playing with her clit and rubbing the hidden bud there in slow, firm circles, longer fingers slipping down into her heat. There, where she's wet and volcanic, that's where he starts sinking inside her with thick digits; even when drunk, he could fuck her with any part of himself and do it well. He knows her body and how it reacts to his. ]
Let me serve you, my goddess.
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[Her voice stutters when he sinks thick digits inside of her, stretching her out and oh, it has been far too long since they last did this. And none of her other lovers stretched her out so thoroughly.
And it was only his fingers, for now.
She sits up, stretching tall over him with one hand on his thigh, so he can fully see how his fingers fit inside of her, cunt greedy and wet. Draining part of what's left of the bottle, she feels a little dizzy herself. Overheated despite the cool of the room.]
Can you fuck me from behind like this? [her voice is husky. Wanting.] With your fingers and your cock. I want you to fill me up, Fjord.
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I want that.
[ He would never have presumed to fuck her like that, having some sense of decorum about her godly status even if they do bang on the regular, but as soon as she says it there's nothing Fjord wants more than to see her on her arms and knees, legs spread. He slips his fingers free (reluctantly) and grabs her by the curves of her hips to toss Aphrodite sideways, smacking her ass as he goes. ]
Face-down.
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Flipping over eagerly, she trades him places in the bed and gives her butt a little wiggle as she sinks down to to knees and elbows, exaggerated in the way she sticks her ass up. Fit for mounting.]
There's some oil by the bed. [Hands between her legs she plays between her folds where she's plenty wet, he can easily rut against her for a little and get slick that way.] If you need a little extra help.
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[ He cocks his head at the bedside table, levying down on his arms to cover her from behind and simply enjoy the feel of their skin moving against each other, kisses drifting over her shoulder to seek out her lips. He keeps a hand on Aphrodite's side pinning her to the bed, but for now the whole weight of him is just a pleasant blanket behind her.
A note of genuine concern melts into his smile. ]
Does it hurt sometimes, with me?
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She turns her head to kiss him, and rocks her hips back,]
It hurts when you bite me too, but I like it.
[But the blush that goes from her cheeks up to her ears belies a further truth. Sheepishly:]
And, it has been some time... and I have been more choosy with my partners recently.
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[ Fjord reclines beside her, shadowing her from behind and passing a hand over her thigh and hip as he reaches for the oil. Once he has it Fjord slips some onto his fingers and warms it by dipping a caress between Aphrodite's legs, filling her with a gentle but unrelenting push, sinking knuckle-deep to start working her up. His lips meet her shoulder in open-mouthed kisses, tusks digging in a little when he crooks his finger and strokes a thumb over her clit, all hazy-soft foreplay and unhurried lust. ]
Who else have you been sleeping with? Tell me so I can absolutely hate them.
[ Hate may be a strong word but it's not wildly off the mark. ]
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Then he asks that and she feels the heat gather in her cheeks again. At the same time she feels that lovely crook of his fingers inside of her and she curls her knees in tighter,]
Don't laugh... [She whines and ducks her face into the crook of her arm. ] Do you remember when the coliseum was erected... is has been since then.
[Leave it to Aphrodite to be embarrassed about a lack of lovers.]