NaNoWriMo Heats Up

NaNoWriMo Day 12:

Fae Love and Desperation

 

Talaith was surprised to see me at her door. I hadn't called ahead. I'd barely known I was going to be there myself. When she appeared in the doorway, though, one eyebrow cocked, I didn't offer any kind of explanation. I just threw myself at her.

It was a hard, desperate kiss I gave her, wrapping my arms around her luscious frame. I pushed her backwards into the entryway of her apartment and kicked the door shut behind me. She squeaked. She actually squeaked.

"Milady Knight!" she huffed when I let her up for air. "To what do I owe this pleasure?"

"This?" I growled, and kissed her again. "This isn't pleasure, Majesty. What I'm about to do to you, that will be a pleasure."

"Mm," she murmured, and then she returned the embrace, twining slender arms around me and sliding fingers into my tawny hair.

It was still early in the evening, but it looked like Tala had been settling in for the night. She was in an oversized blue nightshirt that hung carelessly off one shoulder, a pair of slim and shimmery satin boy shorts, and dark fleece socks. She held a mug of cocoa in one hand, holding it expertly away from the violent crush of my body against her to keep from spilling it. I reached out and took it from her, taking a long drink.

"Reagan!" she exclaimed. "You don't drink hot cocoa!"

"Tonight I do," I murmured, and pressed her into another kiss, the sweet taste of creamy chocolate mingling on our lips. Tala of course had loaded her cocoa with the decadences of whipped cream and sprinkled chocolate shavings, and the hot rush of sugar hit me like a slug of strong alcohol. It sent a delicious burn through my limbs, bubbling all the way up to my head, and I slid both hands underneath her nightshirt to strip it up and off of her. The lace-and-satin bra underneath matched her panties; I nuzzled my face between her breasts and uttered an appreciative little sound of delight.

"Ridiculous creature!" she laughed, but she arched against me all the same.

I came up to take the hot chocolate again, this time tipping it to her lips. She happily took a drink, and when I brought the mug away a white trail of whipped cream marked her upper lip. I went in for another kiss and slowly licked it away—even that small bit of sweetness made me shiver. Her tongue met mine and we kissed over and over, tasting, sucking, trading soft murmurs of pleasure. Each new kiss sent a pulsing, dizzy little thrill through me, and then the chocolate really started to kick in.

This is why I don't take sugar in my tea. All it takes is the littlest taste…

…and I'm smashed.

Vicious arousal caught fire in me—it was almost unmanageable. I tangled one hand in the pretty red hair at the base of Tala's neck, gripping tightly, while the other slipped down, under the cup of her bra, greedily caressing the warm, soft shape of her breast. I felt the tiny stiff peak of her nipple and squeezed it, teasing. A quick, gasping giggle was my reward. I practically tore the nightshirt over her head and then the sheer designer bra.  I fell upon her breasts with relish.

"The couch—"she managed, and she grabbed me by the shoulders to drag me to it. The room was dim, lit only by the glow of the fire in her hearth. She tumbled backwards onto the plush black leather and I followed, landing on top of her. The room was spinning a bit; I barely managed to keep the hot chocolate from spilling as I set it on the table and out of the way.

We went on kissing, long, lingering kisses, our tongues winding and tasting in delicious pleasure. I ran the backs of two knuckles down the center of her body, caressing her fine, subtle dips and curves. Both her hands were plunged into my hair and she pulled me closer against her, and she held me a willing captive to her mouth. Oh, that sweet, wonderful, familiar taste of raspberries, her taste, tingling with the provocative trace of cocoa. My head swam, and I clung to those deep, warm, lush kisses, drinking them up, ravenous for more.

After several minutes she released me, only to slide her hands down and tug my shirt over my head, and then popped the clasp of my bra, freeing my modest breasts. I paused long enough to straighten, sliding the undergarment all the way off, and then I settled back down on top of her, pressing my naked flesh to hers, thrilled at the heat and touch of her exquisite curves.  I lowered myself to her breasts again with a hungry little growl.  They were full and generous, and her skin was pale and perfect, creamy and soft.  Her flush tips were a gorgeous tender pink, little button candies waiting for the adoration of my lips and tongue.  I nuzzled first, burying myself in the warmth of her flesh and the lacy scent of her bubble bath and scented soaps, lingering on her skin.

"Oh, Tal," I whispered, my voice husky.  My head spun with giddy need. "You… are so… tasty."

I spread soft kisses all over those flush tits, stopping momentarily to sample each pert, pebbled nipple with a loving suckle. She tasted clean and pristine and wonderful. It chased away the lingering ugliness in my mind, the pent-up fire of anger, fear and savage rage.  All those heavy feelings sifted away like sand as my body demanded more of her, those primal instincts rearing and bucking for something more pleasant, more sensual, more fulfilling. I could smell more than her soap and shampoo now: I could smell her need, growing hot on her skin. I could feel it, too, in the way she moved against me, sinuous and suggestive, offering her luscious body for me to satiate.

"Lady Knight," she gasped, holding me down against her. I closed my teeth on one pretty nub and she sucked in a sharp breath that turned into a groan.

I lifted myself off of Talaith for just a moment, and I reached out to grab the mug of cocoa again. With a smirk I held it over her bared chest, then tipped it just enough to send a warm spill of dark liquid running down the valley between her breasts. I leaned down and stuck out my tongue again, licking it up with leisurely pleasure.

"Yes," she murmured. Those bright, bright blue eyes swam with lurid contentment, and she held me with her gaze, taking me prisoner.

I spilled another rivulet of cocoa onto her naked flesh, dribbling it right on one pretty nipple and then taking it in my mouth for a tight, hard suck.  The tip of my tongue ran briskly across it—I loved the tiny, excited little shape, eager and alert—and Tala moaned, digging nails into my shoulder.

"Reagan!" she gasped. "More."

I poured cocoa down the center of her chest and watched it run down her body, to the cup of her navel. I followed it with my tongue, taking my time, though I wanted her fiercely. I spilld a little more into the shallow divot of a belly-button and then dipped my tongue in after, bobbing the blue opal of her belly-button ring.

"Yes!" she begged. "More!"

"As you wish, Lady," I purred. "I will drive you to a wet… writhing…climax."

I slid between her thighs, and with my free hand tugged those satin boy shorts down. I could see the crotch of them was already dark with her wetness, and the scent of her need was strong and hot. I slid the panties down her legs and off her ankles, and I parted her knees to settle myself back in between her legs. With one quick smile at her, I spilled the last of the hot chocolate so it poured upon the rigid pearl of her clitoris, and it ran down the glistening red lips of her naked pussy.

"Oh," I whispered. "Look at that."

She groaned, grasping at me as she threw her head back. Her glorious tits heaved with each heavy, earnest breaths.

"Yes," she panted. "Yes, Knight, please…"

I obliged. Lowering my head I ran my tongue over the stiffened pink jewel at her apex. It was sweet with the chocolate. Then I flatted my tongue against her and licked her, slowly, from the tip of her taint, between her lush lips, all the way to the top of her cunt.

"Ah!" she cried out, pressing her loins closer against my mouth. Her nails dug into my scalp.

I murmured, closing my eyes, savoring the taste and texture of her.

"Oh, Tala," I whispered, drawing away from her only enough to say it, only enough so that she could still feel my hot breath against her cunt.  "Oh…your pussy…so wet…so delicious…I could spend all night eating you up."

"Oh, Knight," she rasped. "I wouldn't stop you."

I repeated the motion, starting right at the entrance to her inner sex, sinking my tongue deep before dragging it up and capturing her clit again.  This time I closed my lips on it, tenderly sucking the darling bead. Tala gave out another loud moan and I curled the tip of my tongue around her clit three quick times, then released her, laughing with low, drunken pleasure.  She rolled her hips in response to me, meeting my pace stroke for stroke. I gave a low moan myself as I buried myself in her flesh, thrusting my tongue inside of her.

After some moments I shifted position and scooted Tala towards the edge of the leather cushions, and slid behind her to embrace her, my breasts pressed against her back. I slipped one arm under her body to hold her against me, while the other snuck between her legs to stroke her. I did it gently, lovingly, running my fingers through the damp thatch of silky hair. She twisted towards me to kiss me, and I met her happily, cuddling her close as I lavished her and caressed her with even, circular motions of my fingers around her pearl.

"More," she whispered in my ear. It was a fervent, phantom voice in the dark, a ravenous demand, and it was more than the pleas of my lady lover. It was the order of a goddess, an elemental creature, one of the Unseelie High Court. It was a command I could not refuse. Even as her voice, nearly silent, invaded my mind, I quickened my strokes, sliding fingers deep into her to coax the sweet, sacred flesh of her sex into avid, luscious climax.

"Reagan," she gasped, her breaths quickening. "Oh— oh, war child…"

Her hips rocked in time with me, her body tightening around my fingers. I could feel her tension rising, building, the sound of her breath hoarse and rushed; I kissed her again, and just to be a terror I switched my attention without warning, swiftly withdrawing to instead rub vigorously at her clitoris, stroking and strumming as she cried out in a mixture of unfulfilled need and utter, mindless bliss. She tilted my face violently to hers and kissed me, her tongue storming my mouth with vengeful hunger, and when I lips parted she could barely whisper, "No, not yet… oh, but I am so close…"

Then she was wild and ready and desperate in her movements, digging nails into my scalp, thrusting herself in greedy response to me, and I stroked her perfect pink head into a convulsion that shook her entire body. She arched her back with a cry, pointing her toes in mindless pleasure, and a rush of wet cum soaked her pussy. I slipped my fingers into her again, burying them in the frantic, clutching, clinging heat. Her orgasm was hard, violent, a roll of thunder wracking her body, and another gush rand down my fingers and between her thighs.

But I was becoming far too hot myself, far too hungry to deny my own urgent loins.  I was drunk and horny, and hungry for her still, and as soon as I could I wriggled out of my jeans to press my utter nakedness against hers. Still I kissed her, letting her taste her own bittersweet juices on my lips—our fingers entwined with sweet acknowledgement and tender affection.

"Oh," she breathed. "Darling Reagan… but what… what about you?"

"Majesty," I murmured. "Did I give you the impression I was only going to do that once?"

She gave out a breathless laugh, and clung to me.  Her whole body—but mostly her soft, lovely, wet cunt—pressed against mine in a sinuous, rolling motion.

"And now," she murmured between kisses. "Shall I give you your reward?"

"Ah. I hope you will, Majesty."

"Shall I pleasure you with my own pussy?"

Her voice was a teasing whisper. "Do you wish it… pressed to yours? To feel my lips kiss your own?"

I tried to answer, but only a husky peal of soft laughter came out. She pressed herself against me again—a slow, snakelike rhythm, teasing me, pleasing me, flirting with her limbs and her breasts and her hips.

She moved then, leaving my arms, and I felt her hands on my own thighs, fingers walking thoughtfully from my knees and up towards my loins, as she gently parted my thighs.  I was dripping wet for her.  Then she leaned away, sliding her body into place with mine, tangling our legs—

—and fitting her slick, hot flesh against mine.

I moaned, and pressed myself firm against her. From the very first motion I felt the thrill of bliss run hot through my body, simmering and surging through my limbs. She arched against me and I rolled back, our wet lips sliding together, slick friction stirring us both, our throbbing clits twitching and tickling as they danced.

We found a rhythm, smoothly stroking flesh against flesh, panting, thrusting. I felt my cunt shivering, twitching—my body, sheened in sweat, giddy and drunk, tugged towards climax, and I lost all sense of any sweetness and my pace became rough. She ground back, and then we were no longer playing but truly fucking, our hot cum mingling, sticky on our thighs, and we were wet and hot, mounting towards completion.

"Oh," I gasped helplessly. My motions became harder, the rhythm faltering, my body frantic. "Oh—unh… unh!"

"Yes, Reagan," she panted. "Come! Come for me, Knight, oh, I can feel you, so close—so—"

It took me there. I gave a ragged cry and thrust my cunt hard against hers, coming in a sudden, shuddering gush. She was coming too, quaking with it, gasping hard, and I felt her heat coursing against me. I was wracked with electric pleasure, running up and then down my body again, convulsing, sticky heat running between our clefts.

"Ah!" I gasped. "Oh, Tala… Tala, good God…"

We remained there, shuddering, panting very hard for long, dazed seconds. Finally Tala pulled away, straightening herself and curling her legs under her. I could feel her shaking.

"Oh, God," she gasped. "Reagan… darling…"

After a few moments, she switched positions, returning to her place in my arms, wrapping her own around me.  She chuckled, sounding dizzy with pleasure, and kissed me. We lay there like that for several minutes, before I finally thought there might be strength enough in my legs to try and stand again.

"Come," I said, gently rolling her up, swinging my legs forward so I was holding her on my lap. She clasped her hands behind my neck, actually giggling, and we traded one more kiss before I stood, lifting her in my arms.

"You know what I like best after a good fuck with you, Tala," I murmured, nuzzling her. "If it please you, shall we have a bath, and I may hold you, and wash your beautiful hair."

She smiled.

"It would indeed please me, my Knight," she said softly.

I didn't correct her.