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Post by Hadjara Astaeldr Er on Jul 13, 2017 11:02:51 GMT
Hadjara's breath came deep, uneven, and ragged as she ground into him. She wanted her name to scar, even if she knew it was unlikely she willed it to anyway and gods if it wasn't tempting to carve it in deeper with her ice. Just the thought alone made ice spread through her hair and across her back, and the sudden change in temperature made her head spin.
Well, fuck it.
Ice spread over her lips and eyelashes as she lowered her head again and let out a cold breath – one that left a sheen of frost across his chest and dug spears of ice into her scratches- but only for a moment. His body was a furnace, in moments the ice on his skin and hers had melted away entirely and risen as steam that made her hair frizz wildly.
She ground harder into him as she raised her head further and kissed him hard and deep and wet. She moaned into his mouth as she squeezed him even harder inside her. “Fuck you're gorgeous,” she breathed, “even prettier 'n' the gods I met.”
Gabriel was getting close now, she knew his body well enough to feel it.
And then an idea came to her.
Hadjara was strong. Maybe not exactly physically stronger than him, it was hard to he stronger than someone who was so tall you were eye level with their elbows, but her magic made her overwhelmingly powerful. Strong enough that he wouldn't be able to get free without a huge amount of force on his part.
She put one hand on his bound wrists, holding them firmly in place and she put her other hand on his lower abdomen so he couldn't try to raise his hips up. And then Hadjara slid off him entirely and held herself over him. It wasn't really easy, her legs were trembling from the effort but damn if it wasn't a power-trip. “Beg again,” she said.
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Post by Gabriel on Jul 16, 2017 0:12:41 GMT
Gabriel writhed when the ice spread over his chest, a guttural groan accompanying his straining against the sprites binding his wrists. No longer measured, no longer controlled, he hissed at the bite of real pain when ice dug into the bleeding cuts Hadjara's claws had left. It passed in a moment though, his body temperature high enough to melt the ice so rivulets of blood-stained water trickled down his ribs and abdomen. He was breathing hard now, fangs and claws fully extended in instinctive response to both the arousal and the threat his biology deemed the ice to be, the gag fraying against the sharp edges.
But none of this did anything to temper the enjoyment. A flash of pain, brief and sharp and intense, only heightened the contrast of pleasure when she kissed him and moved just right to make his breath catch in his throat. He even smiled at her words, the perfect ego stroke, before his eyes closed again without any conscious choice on his part and he threw his head back. He loved this moment, when instinct took over completely and there was nothing but the carnal desire for release. Their bodies knew what to do, there was no decisions or thoughts or anything but the heat, the movement, the building crescendo, closer and closer. Gabriel had turned off his magic earlier but there was no controlling it any more; his lower three abilities, all designed to make him more appealing, more attractive, to enhance his pheromones from a natural lure to something far more potent and deliberate, flickered back on to draw Hadjara closer, to heighten this moment and drive it closer to its natural conclusion.
So he was surprised, just like he'd requested when all this started, when she stopped. The frustration was instinctive, especially when he realised she had him pinned properly, and his pupils contracted for a moment as the more animalistic Daemon tendencies warred for a chance to take control. To fight against her, to throw everything - magically, physically - against her, to pin her down and retake control. But they blew out again, pupils almost obscuring the bright teal of his irises entirely, as his chest heaved and a muscle in his jaw ticked with the effort of just lying there. There wasn't enough control for words, he couldn't find the telepathy magic as a fevered mind sorted through the options with irritable impatience, so instead he met her gaze with ferocious, demanding intensity and gave her an image of exactly that. Begging, desperation, pleading.
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Post by Hadjara Astaeldr Er on Jul 16, 2017 11:48:29 GMT
Hadjara gasped in delight and her tail began to wag furiously, thumping against the inside of the boat. Somehow, even that non-verbal submission hit her harder than anything he had done so far and had her heart racing. She kissed him again, softly long his cheek then jaw before she shifted slowly down his body, trailing her fingers down the slope and sharp edges of his skin and leaving red trails of blood.
He might have been disappointed she didn't sit down on his dick again, but she was confident he wouldn't be for much longer. Hadjara winked at him before she slid herself down and ran her thumb along the underside of his dick and she blew him a kiss before she gave him another one just on the top of his head.
Her tongue was like a crocodile's almost perfectly smooth – longer and thinner than a human's too. Perfect for running along the underside of his dick a few times before she pressed her lips around his head and worked her tongue and lips around it as she curled her hand around his shaft. She worked it as long as it took before he came and she reeled back, coughing and turning her head so she could spit off the boat. “Blegh,” she said as she ran her tongue around her mouth before she spat a few more times. She shook her head and rubbed the back of one wing's thumb across her mouth.
“Well that was fuckin' awesome, the last time ya did what I said ya didn't realize what'cha was doin'.” The last carnival they'd been to had some sort of hypnotic effect on him. Sex did too but he seemed more or less aware of himself.
Hadjara sighed before she leaned up and snapped his gag off entirely with a claw, but left his hands bound. She liked that look, though it wouldn't be terribly difficult to break out of it now that she wasn't focused on control. She growled at him, although her face was still affectionate. Another shiver ran down her spine before she turned to smoke and reformed standing over him, one foot on either side of his head, spreading herself almost lazily. Her entire groin was a mass of dark of black scales that looked flat and featureless when she wasn't turned on, but readopted a near humanoid anatomy when she was.
She was already soaked, although her choice not to touch herself while sucking him off meant she had cooled off a little.
“Alright, love,” Hadjara said with a fanged grin. She sank to her knees. “You know what ta do.”
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Post by Gabriel on Jul 18, 2017 7:44:07 GMT
She would have been able to pinpoint the exact moment he unravelled. Back arched, eyes closed, head tipped back, he succumbed to the loss of control, that single moment that encapsulated true chaos more than any other moment of life he had ever experienced. This, he thought, when thinking was possible again, was why Daemons had the reputation they did as complete and utter hedonists. The crescendo, that stumbling clawing tipping over the edge, was the closest they ever came to truly embodying the chaotic creatures they were, to releasing themselves into the void and dancing with insanity for a brief, sweetly tempting moment before returning to earth sated, relieved, alive.
Muscles relaxed, tension seeping away, and Gabriel's expression as his pupils returned to something resembling normalcy was one of smug satisfaction. Freed from the gag and supposed inability to talk - he'd been remarkably restrained with his efforts to get around her constraints, he thought - the grin he gave her was lazy and sensual and oh so pleased with himself.
"I'm glad you enjoyed it. I can play nicely, sometimes." With her, anyway. Gabriel hadn't handed quite that much control over to anyone in a long time; it took a level of trust he didn't have with very many people. The pay off, however, was well worth it for him as well.
Interesting that she didn't untie his hands. Gabriel wasn't in any hurry to make the next move; they weren't finished, far from it, but although she wasn't being so insistent or focused in her control he was quite happy with his current position in the world. Hadjara had accomplished that much at least - there was no part of his brain bothering to register that he was trapped in the hell dimension responsible for spawning Malak and Gods knew what other crap for at least a day. There wasn't even any neurons registering the neon pink surroundings or the tacky boat or the gross jelly river any more. There was only her, gorgeous and sultry and charmingly direct as she sank to her knees. The rules he had worked so hard to follow for her benefit didn't feel like they applied any more and although his hands remained bound at the wrists the energy of his telekinesis dragged her down to him; there was no heat in that magic, he'd need his hands back if she wanted that, but there was heat in his tongue and the way that he kissed her and there was heat flooding his body again...he knew exactly what she wanted from this and he was slow, taunting, unhurried, thorough.
Come for me. A whispered thought in her mind, half tempting offer, half sanguine command.
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Post by Hadjara Astaeldr Er on Jul 18, 2017 9:51:56 GMT
Hadjara raised an eyebrow but her grin was still playful. “I think ya gotta be nice ta play nice.” She licked a bead of his blood off the inside of a claw before she lowered her hand to his cheek and trailed her thumb along his lips. They were harder than hers, made of stone like the rest of him. But they looked fucking perfect, one of the rare parts of his body unscarred and, for a moment, she felt the urge to change that. But no, that seemed shortsighted. His lips were too pretty to ruin, Hadjara thought. Besides, she liked them in working order.
Her heart was thundering in her chest, and she could swear she was throbbing at the same pace as he used his telekinesis to pull her down. “Mm, mmn, Ga-ah!-abriel!” She gasped, barely able to get his name out. Hell if he didn't know what he was doing, every movement of his tongue, lips, and jaw was perfect. The feel of skin and stubble against her scales was dizzying and she squeezed her thighs closer. She leaned over, almost doubling over entirely as she tangled her fingers through his hair and ground down further into his mouth as she trembled. Her tail lashed viciously across his chest before it turned, quickly wrapping around the back of his neck and down to his shoulder. She was shaking trembles running up her spine as she spread her wings wide.
The sound of his voice was a surprise, and Hadjara didn't manage a coherent reply outside an enthusiastic garble of agreement.
It felt so good it almost hurt. She let go of his hair and her back arched as she threw her head back.
And then she did as he ordered.
She came hard and froze for a few seconds, panting heavily as her eyelids fluttered. Hadjara hung her head again as her dark hair tumbled down around her shoulders and fell around her face like a curtain. After another second Hadjara swung a leg off his face as her tail slid gently around his skin as she released him. Hadjara sank down in the boat, hard enough that it rocked a little.
It felt like her cunt was pulsing and there was a tremor in her breathing but she still planted a cocky smile across her face. “That was alright,” she said. She'd stroked his ego enough when she was fucking him, might as well tease him now. “Guess ya gotta be serviceable what with how many girls ya talk inta sleepin' with ya,” she said as she lay down alongside him so she could kiss him. He tasted like her and she tasted like him, like sex and pheromones and iron too.
Hadjara pulled her head back when she needed to breathe and she nuzzled the side of his neck before she ran a hand up his arm to his wrist. The band of sprites dissolved as she brushed them with her claws, turning into a silver mist that faded away entirely. Hadara smiled coyly and she brought her arm down so both elbows were propped on his chest and her head was on her palms.
“Since ya weren't totally awful, I can do whatever ya like. If ya ask nice-like.”
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Post by Gabriel on Jul 19, 2017 8:41:43 GMT
He didn't think there was anything better than hearing her gasp out his name in that dizzying, stumbling, desperate way, but when she came undone, trembling and shaking like that, it was more of a turn on than almost anything else that had happened in this ridiculous boat so far. His own breathing matched hers, eyes glassy, and as she rolled off him and that same ridiculous boat rocked on the ridiculous jelly river, he took a moment to simply luxuriate in the rush of endorphins his brain was rewarding him with. Better than alcohol, better than drugs...pure, unadulterated bliss.
"Alright, sure." He was too sated to bother raising anything but a smile at her teasing, but he put an arm out and when she lay alongside him he pulled her closer, flush against him as he caught his breath. He traced slow circles on her back, claws sheathed now so the touch was nothing but gentle, affectionate, and turned his head to kiss her temple lightly and inhale the warm familiar scent of her. His other arm he stretched, freed from the binding of the sprites; anyone else would have found the constant stretching and resistance had caused pain but even without that sensation Gabriel could tell he'd slightly overstretched or overworked muscles in his shoulders and back. The sensation of loosening them only added to the pleasure of the moment, joints popping before he relaxed again and curled a lock of her hair idly around his fingers.
"Serviceable? That's not a description I've heard before. Serviceable." He snorted, amused, and as always it was so easy to slip back into their usual easy banter. He liked this about spending time with Hadjara; there was intimacy without drama so it never felt tiring or overbearing.
"Just stay right where you are, for a minute." Sexual though he was Gabriel was enjoying this easy relaxation. Finally, finally, that edgy tension he'd felt since arriving in the Shadow world had been lost somewhere in a cloud of hormones and pleasure. He wanted to hold onto that for a while, enjoy it while it lasted, and he raised his head slightly to kiss her slowly and unhurriedly and like he wanted to remember it. Mind you, there was only so much he could put the reality of the situation out of mind, and when he broke the kiss it was to catch Hadjara's gaze, curious and inquiring.
"We've been in this boat for a while. Where, exactly, is it taking us?"
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Post by Hadjara Astaeldr Er on Jul 19, 2017 10:55:45 GMT
“Ohh? Guess y'ain't got too many girls bein' honest with ya,” she purred. She snuggled closer to him and slid her leg around his. She loved the feel of him against her and she rested a hand gently against his shoulder. Slowly her heart stopped racing erratically as she melted into him, relaxing totally into his touch. “Guess it's all that magic ya got, gets everyone all hot 'n' wet 'n' too fuckin' distracted. I stiiillll want more, though.” She was purring so loudly the noise nearly drowned out her words. “C'mon, gimmie,” Hadjara half teased, and half whined as she ground her hips against him slowly as she coiled her tail between her own legs because she really was getting worked up again.
She stayed still when he asked though, enjoying the feeling of his skin and the rise and fall of his chest under her ear. After a moment she turned a little so she could look up at the curved roof of the ride. It was meant to be a solid mass but there were small slats in the roof through which she could see brief glimpses of the stormy, dead sky.
“Hey . . .” She said after a pause, “I was thinking that . . . if ya want ta form an alliance with Shadows an' y'ain't findin' none in Litharia . . . I can find ya some here. I mean, ya gonna have ta talk ta them on ya own an' I can't promise I can find ya any that're from Litharia but it'd be a start.” And she could find something to eat in the meanwhile. “If ya find one that can get ta Litharia maybe ya could arrange ta meet 'em there, too.”
She brushed some dark curls off from her eyes before she leaned her head back against him and let her eyes close.
She barely even acknowledged his question about where they were going. She just raised a hand and swirled one finger in a circular motion as she said, “it's a biiiig ol' loop. Moves slow on account of it's tryina haul us through what's basically a river 'a' taffy. Don't worry 'bout it.”
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Post by Gabriel on Jul 22, 2017 3:33:09 GMT
Gabriel's expression was smug as he arched a brow, smiling indulgently at her.
"You say that like the magic is cheating. I could seduce you perfectly well without it, but I happen to know you love it when I do this..." Gabriel could cause others to feel powerful emotions, but he could if he chose also experience these magically induced and enhanced emotions himself, and the powerful wave of lust felt almost like a physical force as he flooded them both with it. Strong enough that he almost came undone again in that instant, he caught even himself by surprise with the strength of it, the sheer unadulterated almost numbing pleasure caused with just a thought...his hand was between her legs, fingers finding those sensitive places she loved to be stroked without a conscious thought, though he came back to some semblance of control enough to keep the pace slow, taunting.
"I'd like to do that. Meet the Shadows here." Talking about politics right now might seem like an odd choice, but Gabriel was fairly accustomed to combining work and pleasure. Being the Daemon Lord wasn't just a job, a role, a title for him - it was woven inextricably into his identity now. It was fortunate that it could only be lost through a death fight because they'd have to pry that power from his cold, dead hands. Right now his hands weren't cold, though, and he ran his other thumb over her nipple almost idly, loving the instinctive response of her body.
It felt like they were travelling to somewhere, borne irretrievably down this weird river in the pink boat, felt like they might not be able to get back to the place they'd started if they later wanted to. Gabriel knew enough by now, though, to trust that Hadjara knew what she was talking about, and to realise that his instincts weren't reliable in the Shadow world. The whole place sent off threat warnings to him all the time, regardless of whether any actual danger was nearby. The ride felt wrong and dangerous and potentially malicious but that was just this place.
"What else do you want to do while we're here? You don't get to visit much, or for long. You should make the most of it."
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Post by Hadjara Astaeldr Er on Jul 22, 2017 8:21:47 GMT
Air rushed out of her lungs as she gasped, her back arching and lifting away from the hard wood bottom. She caught his forearm in one hand and squeezed her thighs around his hand. As the powerful wave of emotion relented her breathing stabilized and she let herself lie flat again before she opened her eyes again. This was actually exactly what she wanted, even if he was acting all smug about it. After moment she turned her head so she could bury her face against his neck, relishing the feeling of his pulse and breathing beside her.
Her teeth brushed his skin without breaking it before she kissed him soft and delicate.
“Mm-hm,” She managed to gasp against his neck before she relaxed further. She wasn't used to trying to divert her attention between sex and holding a conversation – it was hard to gather her thoughts into anything at all, really. “They're easy ta find – ah! – i-if ya know where ta look. Most either travel alone but some make these little settlements. I can-mmph-can't go with ya, though. There's wards that keep predators out. S-so ya gotta go in alone.” She jerked her knees up a little and curled her toes as he managed to stroke her clit in exactly the right way.
Well, might as well even the playing field a little. Hadjara was too small to reach down with her hand so she left it holding his bicep as her tail curled around the underside of his thigh and up between his legs. Her scales were smooth, and she was careful to keep the ridges of bone-plated armor facing outwards as she started to squeeze and ungulate along his dick in ways fingers were incapable of mimicking. For a moment her pace was rapid and desperate before she slowed to a more teasing pace to imitate his own.
“I do what I-ahh! - what I do everywhere. I look around. I wanna see everything. I wanna know everything. Curiosity, y'know? It kinda feels nice, wh-when there ain't no laws of reality. I-I like that anything can happen at aa-AH! Gabe!” She nearly screamed. She felt so sensitive already and she wasn't really surprised she finished so quickly.
Her tail uncurled from his dick before he had the chance too, though, and she rolled over a little so her chin rested on his chest. “Hey, ya wanna cum inside me? 'Caaaaause I want ya too.”
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Post by Gabriel on Jul 22, 2017 9:56:51 GMT
He felt his own heart rate soar, knew it would be matched by hers. Gabriel was unspeakably violent at times, sadistic even if the situation was right for it, and his magic could tap into that and turn him from dangerous to a walking horror, nightmarish and terrifying. But that arose from the flexibility of bardic magic, and in a way was a darker, corrupt pathway that diverged from its original intent. Which was to perform, to mesmerise, was all about beauty and artistry and intensity. Sometimes it was nice to turn aside from the nightmare possibilities of his magic and realise the power of being able to make someone react like Hadjara just did with the mere power of thought...and let's not forget himself, either, indulgently and unmistakably ready for more.
He stayed relaxed, stretched over the boat, one hand behind his head as he kept the wave he'd started with magic washing over her with clever fingers, slow and stroking yet somehow demanding she be swept away. Hearing her try to talk through the experience was the most unbelievable turn on and he had to school his voice into sounding like he was even a little bit in control, to keep the aching huskiness out of it and sound casual.
"The fact that they don't recognise me as a predator helps me understand how this world died in the first place." The Shadow World didn't recognise him at all, actually, and the fact that he could walk through the wards had everything to do with being a literal alien to this dimension. But he could still complain.
He couldn't keep pretending to have any kind of composure left, though, when Hadjara's tail curled around him and the feeling was unlike anything else. It was his turn to gasp, to moan, claws raking deep gouges into the bottom of the boat. He never stopped touching her, keeping the claws on that hand well under control, but his eyes slid shut so he could appreciate the sensations of it all the better. He hardly heard her reply to his question but he heard the way she screamed his name and the muscles in his lower stomach tightened in response. Only when she uncurled her tail did he have a moment to come back down from the clouds, one eye snapping open at her question. Then he was on top of her, hooking one leg over his shoulder, a wrist in each hand and pinned to the bottom of the boat, kissing her hard and entering her in one swift movement.
"How could I not, when you ask like that?" he breathed in her ear, but for how quick he'd been to get to this point he held himself still for a moment, then when he did move it was ever so slow, fucking her like they had all day, all week, years and years to enjoy this.
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Post by Hadjara Astaeldr Er on Jul 23, 2017 9:46:02 GMT
“Well, it ain't like you're actin' like nuthin here's any real danger, neither. Ya just think it's creepy. A-and what do ya think ya can do ta defend yaself, without no magic against things that already died?” She squeezed his arm and shut her eyes. It was easier to think straight enough to speak when she was working his dick with her tail, rather than just lying back and enjoying the skill of his fingers.
The sound of his gasp and moan was fucking exhilarating and she sank her teeth into his shoulder in response, breaking through his stone skin and withdrawing her fangs just short of locking on bone. Gods, everything about him seemed perfect. The sounds he made, his scent of honey and roses, the way his face scrunched up . . . everything about him seemed designed to make him an object of obsession. “How'd ya manage ta keep a hoard of suitors an' lovers stalkin' ya everywhere? What'd ya d when ya magic works too well an' someone falls in love with ya?” She kissed his shoulder, and repainted her lips a brilliant red. “Ya just leave 'em high an' dry an' wantin' more, don't'cha?”
She gasped and snarled in a mixture of surprise and delight as moved easily atop her and pinned her wrists. She didn't try to wriggle her arms free – that was the nice thing about having wings on top of arms – a whole extra set of limbs he couldn't readily control. It was easy to drape a wing softly along his waist and dig the claw of her thumb joint into the muscle above his thigh as he kissed her. She bit his lower lip every chance he gave her and she arched her back with the assistance of her other wing to press up into him.
A faint whine escaped her as he took up a slow pace but she didn't try to grind against him quicker. She had already decided on a pace of her own and it was his turn and she loved it. She grew more and more sensitive with every touch and tremors ran through her limbs with each breath.
“Aahhh-I can play nice s-sometimes,” Hadjara said, loosely imitating him before she raised her head to brush her lips softly against his in yet another kiss.
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Post by Gabriel on Jul 26, 2017 23:03:34 GMT
Gabriel hissed at her bite, which sunk deep enough for the faintest flicker of pain to contrast sharp and heady against the pleasure. A fullblood Golem would feel nothing, even if someone tore a limb off, but a halfblood had varying degrees of dulling rather than total elimination of pain. Gabriel was close to the no pain at all side of the scale but there was still a point where tolerance ran out, and every now and then Hadjara found the line. It only added to the experience, though, blood welling and trickling down his arm, all burning heat.
"Sometimes," he agreed. He didn't sound casual now. There was a catch in his voice at the way this felt, she felt, the oh so natural way they fit together. Blood from his shoulder dripped on to her as they moved, though the wounds on his chest had long since stopped bleeding thanks to her ice.
"I can make people love me, but I can also make them fear me. Remember that time we fought?" In the Dream Land...it felt like a long time ago now. Daemons were emotionally volatile, they sniped at each other all the time, but that had been a real fight, violent and damaging and scary.
"Even you didn't like me much then, for a while."
His voice sounded deeper now, roughened and husky, and he pressed his brow into her shoulder as he drew close. He didn't even notice her wing claw the back of his thigh, his world of sensation narrowing to the intensity of how good this felt. When the release finally came it was mind-blowing, almost literally - his vision darkened, went black for a couple of seconds, and he rolled onto his back with a thud. Breath coming in rapid gasps, chest heaving, he closed his eyes to stop the spinning for a long moment and was only brought back to reality by the strange crackling sensation rippling over his chest from breathing so hard. It was the dried blood, deep in the wounds, cracking and allowing fresh blood to well slightly again. After a minute, once his vision was back to normal and his breathing was more settled, a delightfully blissful Gabriel turned his head to look at Hadjara.
"What did you carve into my chest, by the way?"
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Post by Hadjara Astaeldr Er on Jul 27, 2017 8:12:57 GMT
Hadjara gasped and the leg he had thrown over his shoulder trembled and she curled her other up against his waist. She arched her back up into him as much as she could with him pinning her down. But it was hard to move around with him on top of her and after a moment she relaxed back down into the boat with a sigh.
Her breathing was shallow and ragged, and she only just managed to get enough air to moan his name into his ear, “Mmnhg, Gabriel!” dragging out the vowels and curling her wings more tightly around him. It was hard to think enough to manage any sort of coherent words in response to him, certainly nothing particularly witty, but she still managed to hiss a retort, “an' that's why ya magic is cheatin'!”
It was hard to imagine being mad at him now. At the moment, he was the most wonderful person in the entire world.
When he pressed his head to her shoulder she turned hers so she could kiss the side of his temple and she pulled one wing up to run through his hair. If he wanted to pin her completely, like he was pinning her hands and all, he should have figured out a way to bind her muscular wings since she could still touch him all she wanted.
It felt like fire was rippling under her scales and skin through every limb until her breath steamed in the chilly air. Hadjara could have sworn that if she had been wearing anything it would have burst into flames. Almost reflexively a layer of frost formed over her lips before she kissed him again, delighting in the bizarre feeling of her lips steaming as ice evaporated with a loud hiss.
She tightened her legs around him and cried out as he came, and her arms flew to wrap around his shoulders as soon as he released her hands. Unlike him, Hadjara kept her wits about her for the most part. Her head was foggy, and rather than words her head was filled with emotions, but she was still keenly aware of the feel of him.
When he rolled off her she let him slip from her arms, only to nestle beside him as soon as he was settled, her head resting on his chest and an arm thrown across his rib cage. She was . . . leaking. For lack of a better word. Her thighs were wet and she left her legs splayed open as she snuggled against him. The smell of pheromones was delicious and intoxicating, and his scent of honey and roses felt like rich velvet she wanted to sink into. “Ya made a mess,” she grumbled into his chest as she shimmied her knees a little further apart.
“That? 'S my autograph.” She raised her head enough to look him in the eye without actually having to put any effort into it. “Looks pretty cute, don't it? Just as cute as I am, right?”
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Post by Gabriel on Jul 28, 2017 8:28:38 GMT
It took several minutes for his breathing to slow and Gabriel enjoyed every second of them, slowly spiralling down from a dizzying high that might just be his favourite thing in the entire universe. The boat was in sorry shape, with deep gouges in the wood from both of their claws, and a hole that went all the way through punctured by Gabriel at some point leaving his hand speckled with flakes of pink and red paint. He toyed with her hair as she lay across his chest, and those same flakes of paint soon sprinkled the dark locks like confetti.
"You love it," he replied, unrepentant about the mess, which included not only the boat but also her, only the way she looked was entrancing - flushed and wet and sated, and so about the most gorgeous thing he could imagine.
"I have no idea, from this angle it just looks like I got into a wrestling match with a big cat." Gabriel peered down at what, to him, was a nonsensical patchwork pattern of deep cuts crisscrossing his chest, rising and falling to match his breathing.
"Kinky," he added, teasing now and nudging her playfully. Gently, though. He was tired and utterly relaxed and couldn't summon any enthusiasm for being more physically active than just lying there, enjoying this moment and continuing to forget reality. He wondered how much time had passed - they tended to forget themselves at times like this - but there was no way of knowing if his teleportation magic was back on until he tried it. Which meant staying until he was definitely ready to leave, and now she'd mentioned the Shadows he was willing to stay. For the greater good, and all that. Besides, he guessed he was still in teleportation purgatory, and all this pondering about whether it was back on was just wishful thinking.
"Hey, you're totally fixed, right? I never checked whether Faery scrambled any of your brains permanently?" She seemed fixed, but then she'd seemed fine when they were actually in Faery until she wasn't. Gabriel had learned not to take apparent normalcy for granted the hard way.
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Post by Hadjara Astaeldr Er on Jul 28, 2017 10:07:52 GMT
“Easy for you ta say,” she grumbled, “it ain't like ya gotta walk around all soaked an' drippin'. Ain't fair, Gabe.” She leaned into his touch on her head as a dull purr built deep in her chest, a purr that gradually increased in volume and gave a rumbling undertone to her words when she said, “hey, is it okay if I call ya 'Gabe'? I mean, you've been callin' me 'Jara' instead of 'Hadjara' for years an' Gabe sounds like it's 'bout the same length.”
She had never actually tried to shorten his name before, which was odd considering she shortened everyone's name. Levent to Lev, Malak to Mal, and Yed? Well she'd named him to begin with and she didn't pick more than three letters for the job. Unfortunately, though, there was no way to shorten Gabriel's name to three, not without it sounding ridiculous.
She pressed a few fingers over the curve of her letters and smiled a little. “Well, 'side from ya necklace -” she nudged the Kurai Eoduun out of the way as she said that “-there ain't a whole lot of decoration on ya chest. An' scars suit ya.” She nuzzled him and relaxed a little before she remembered something and her eyes widened. With none of his hazy slowness she sat bolt upright and looked around for where her pile of clothes had gone. “Mind ya own business,” she told the boat and the swan figurehead turned so it was facing forward rather than peeping.
Hadjara found her clothes and dug through her pockets one at a time until she found what she was looking for and she turned with a grin to hold her prize up to Gabriel.
It was an arm band made of two golden crocodiles, their tails entwined as their bodies went in opposite directions to form a ring, and came together again at their open jaws. A truly impressive tahitian pearl seemed to be held delicately between their jaws but it didn't so much as rattle as she waved the armlet in front of Gabriel's nose. “Looook what I made! For you.” Hadjara scooted forward on her knees and leaned against him comfortably.
Even in the dull light of the tunnel the armlet seemed to glow softly, and if he looked closely enough he would have seen it was because deep within the pearl there was a faint emerald glow that burned like an ember. Admittedly, it fit her aesthetic more than his but she was proud of it and had made it for him. “I was gonna give it to ya earlier but I got distracted what with the Faery an' being excited 'bout bein' back here.”
She blinked a couple times when he asked her if she was put back together. That . . . was a good question. Her tail curled around her knees and she tucked a few curls behind her ear before she started slowly, “I don't know if ya picked this up, but my familiars got a a pretty strong bond with me. They got intelligence same as me, near so far as we can tell but . . . they ain't different people. I mean, they got personalities but those is mostly extensions of me. Or, well, exaggerations of me anyway. Lev's got anger and aggression, Yed's got fear an' paranoia. They . . . are me. All that happened was we got tangled. I can feel their senses as good as I feel mine, an' I can move their bodies if I really try hard normally. We just. Got stuck together. I couldn't tell what body I was movin' an I was thinkin' their thoughts same as mine. It was confusin' an' it hurt.” She pressed her thumb to her lip. “Guess what I'm sayin' is we just needed ta get pulled apart again. Like a ball of yarn – we're still connected but I can feel the difference between us again. Don't feel like we're a single thing no more, it's like we're three parts of one whole again. Does that make sense?”
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