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| Freya LaShale | Jun 17 2009, 05:36 AM |
Love Thief
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"Not true. I saw your hands," she mused. But not much else, which was growing to irritate her. When the magician returned a passionate kiss, though, her hands went limp against the sash he so easily seemed to rid himself of. Her eyes fluttered open for a brief moment in that unmistakable haze of ecstasy, and as he hummed, she moaned - not a vulgar moan, mind you, but it certainly was one. He was paying such specific attention, playing off everything she did and doing such a great job, her urgency was lost. She could quite possibly simply lay there and allow him to do this for hours. Freya's teeth teasingly nipped at his tongue before her mouth opened once more for his exploratory whims. She felt weak and vulnerable, not the huntress she prided herself on being in similar situations with other men. No, she actually liked this one, and it seemed to have more sway on her than she even realized. She could do anything he told her to right now obediently with no questions asked, as long as he kept kissing her while she did it. The girl didn't even notice when the great majority of the things he was wearing vanished, considering her eyes were closed and not even Armageddon could wake her from this trance. She only noticed when her hand glided over his shoulder and started downwards between them to feel at the firmness she had mentioned a little while before, and she did not indicate any surprise or even eagerness, except for the one finger that, upon reaching his waistline, dipped beneath his pants. She could have exclaimed, she was so happy his skin wasn't deformed and riddled with scars or something. Even then, it wouldn't stop her, but the more skin she discovered, the deeper her trance became. The arm she used to hold herself above him reached beneath his head to cradle it. Its twin rose beneath the robe and sought his stomach gradually before winding to his side, wedging her arm between him and the bed once more. Finally in a position to, she quickly leaned all of herself to the side and used nearly every bit of strength she had to heave the massive body along with her in a girl's attempt to change positions and get him on top. She wanted to continue the feeling of being taken care of, and so in this way, passed a bit of dominance over to him. Not to mention, her hair was beginning to become a nuisance as it had begun to lay all over his face, potentially disrupting the kisses, and she wouldn't have that. And by this time, words were useless and entirely unnecessary for her just as well. She would only separate her lips from his in second-long moments to catch a gulp of air. |
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