RP: Aria (lavellanfadewalk) ((NSFW content further down))

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Skyhold. He was back in- but the sky…

Sometimes Sera had the absolute right of it. Fucking magic shite.

Blackwall sighed, choking up a tad on the bit of chair leg. There was the feeling of Darkspawn or other Wardens in the distance. Supposed to be someday he’d be able to tell the difference. Didn’t do him much good now.

The hold was empty. Not even wind to make the trees move. Like the air just before the storm broke. Unsettling.

He paced along the battlements one foot at a time. No one else around ‘less they were sneakier than him. Not like that was hard. His Warden armour made enough noise to cover a snowfleur’s approach. The next tower was the one the Inquisitor had refitted for the Mages. Couldn’t hurt to have a quick look. Some mageling may have hid in there and could tell him what in the Blighted Void was going on.

The west door opened with only a small creak.

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He laughed and shook his head at her. He could just picture it: tiny little Lavellan, all twiggy arms and knobby knees. Maker’s sake, his bicep was thicker around than her calf. If he didn’t know her so well he’d’ve worried he was going to break her. But he did know her.

And when she bent to kiss him she pulled his hair just a little. Ended up rumbling a groan of pleasure into her mouth and she drank it down. She pulled back and he settled down on his heels again. His knees were going to scream bloody murder at him for this later, but there was an overly plush Orlesian carpet between them and the floor, and Aria was worth every ache and pain.

Speaking of. Just over her hip there was a small pucker of a scar. Had ripped one of her moles in half, and he kissed it because. Well. Because being broken didn’t make it less worthy of love than any of the others. And then he kissed the scar, because he remembered hauling her back to camp after the dragon had caught her with it’s claws, no potions left and Varric’s cursing fit to make a sailor blush. It had healed up neatly. Nothing left of the terror and blood but a raised bit of skin and memories. Blackwall kissed it again.

His freed hand dragged up her side, thumb counting his way up her ribcage. Brushed the underside of her breast. Traced the curve of it while his mouth kissed a line from her navel down to her mound.

He paused, just to drink her in. She had no hair, which threw him for a moment. Made sense though. No hair grows beneath an elf’s nose. Stupid fucking rhyme, but looked like it was true in Aria’s case. He breathed out hard so she could feel it. And she did. Moaned a high, wanton call. Bucked her hips up so his lips brushed against the apex of her sex. He answered with a guttural groan and traced her outer lips with the tip of his tongue. Down one side, up the other, and pressed a chaste kiss over her hooded clit.

“Tell me what you want, Aria.” He pulled away enough to feel her tug at his hair a little. “I want to hear you.”

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"What I want..." she took some seconds to think of a way to put everything in words... which was slightly harder thanks to his breath tickling and teasing her folds, causing her hips to roll, seeking his lips. She closed her eyes, focusing.

"I want you to taste me whole, to lick, to bite, to make me weak on the knees with your mouth," she reached a finger to brush his lips, biting her own "to let me come on your tongue so hard I won't be able to move my arms." a grin appeared on her lips, the way his eyes were widening at hers was so adorable "Then it will be my turn to undo and tease you, the way you see fit." she licked her lips, tentatively "And I know this will end with you fucking me senseless, until none of it..." she gestured to the room "...will be here or mean anything for a second. I want your weight over me, to hear you whisper my name as I close around you. Everything... that's all I can offer, all I ask for."

Creators, she wanted him so, so badly.
She blushed at the request, but she kept her eyes on his the whole time.

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He was staring. Mouth hanging open. Bit of drool actually fell into his beard. Didn’t care. She was reciting poetry, the most beautiful he’d ever heard.

“You…” Words failed him, but his hands didn’t. His free hand pulled out from her undershirt and settled on the back of her neck. The one on her hip snaked down and two of those fingers started collecting the dewy wetness on her outer lips. “Yes.” He hissed as he leaned up to pull her into a kiss. Sucked on her tongue as his fingers gently pinched her clit.

“If you'll let me.” He dipped his thumb just to her entrance but didn’t push in. “I want to.” Turned his hand over and ran his thumb in loose circles around her clit. “I want you.” One of his fingers pressed against her entrance. “I want you so much.” He pushed in and she enveloped him.

She was gorgeous as he fucked her. Her head thrown back, mouth open, giving him the dirtiest, most perfect sounds. He kissed down her throat as his finger thrust slowly, then back up to her ear so he could suck on it just a little. She writhed against him. Wanted more. So he pulled out and pushed back in with two.

It was rougher, and he didn’t try to thrust. She was wet- sweet Maker, she was wet! But he’d always had thick fingers, and he had no idea how long it’d been for her. So he licked her earlobe and nibbled his way to the tip and back. He knew he was giving needy little grunts with every flex of her flesh around him. His other hand rubbed her breast through her shirt, pinching her nipple as she moaned.

“I would keep you like this for hours, if I could. Drive you mad with it.” He’d found his words, apparently. “You’ve no idea how perfect you look, how desperate to fucking have me.” He flicked her with his thumb, went back to circling. “The noises you make are so sweet, so wanton, I’m half-afraid you’re a dream. You’re stretching so perfectly for me, my lady. Makes me feel wanted.”

He started to thrust his fingers slowly and crooked them up on the downstroke. Drank her in. “You do want this, don’t you? You want to come all over my hand. Let me make it easier for you.” And the hand that had been toying with her breasts one at a time smoothed down her side. He bent his head to her cunt, moved his thumb out of the way and put his mouth to another use.

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For a second, a pit formed on her stomach as he stared at her, speechless. Creators... she hoped she haven't gone too far with her words. Sincere words, yes. Raw too. Maybe too raw. She was thinking of something to say when he managed to push a 'you' out of his mouth, his fingers trailing her wetness and Void, the little reasoning she had collected was abandoning her mind, following the motion of his hands.

She was utter and completely vulnerable, her burning desire damping all other senses. There was only his lips on her earlobe, his breath and grunts filled with want the only thing she could hear aside from the slick, wet noises from her cunt with his ministrations. There was no need to keep her with that pace for long, she was already mad.

Powerless.

And damn, but she wanted even more. She couldn't help but pout, a sad whine leaving her lips when his thumb left her clit, her senses coming back to the surface when his mouth happened. The first slow lap of his tongue over her folds was enough to steal her voice, her breath. Her heart skipped a beat. That was really good. He did it again, her back arched from the bed and a wanton moan left her chest, her fingers gripped the sheets. His beard tickled her inner thighs. Creators.

Aria could feel the strengh slowly leaving her limbs, apparently sucked by his mouth through her clit. His fingers were moving inside her clenching walls, following the same pace. "I'm... I-I'm..." She was on the edge.

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“Let me hear you, love.” He rumbled against her. “Sing for me.”

And he thrust faster, a little harder, rubbing against that sweet spot inside her with every stroke. Wrapped his lips around her clit and flicked with his tongue once, twice, and then suckled. Grabbed her perfect little arse and squeezed. When she screamed her thighs squeezed tight around his head, hips grinding down onto his face. He didn’t stop, laving her with his tongue, trying to get her a second peak.

Her fucking voice! His eyes rolled up in his head and in the darkness it was just her, smell and feel and her perfect fucking voice crying. His. Name.

Fucking Void.

Sweet Andraste, bride of the Maker.

She tasted salty and tangy and sweet, all at once. Juices running down his chin, his wrist, soaking him. He pulled away slowly, watching her shiver with pleasure that he’d given her. Damn. He pressed a wet kiss to her thigh, dry hand rubbing along her side from her waist down to her knee and back again. Blackwall licked his lips as clean as he could, and when he thought she could stand it, eased his fingers free from her still-fluttering grip.

He got a foot under him, and when his knee popped it was with a wet sound and a liquid feeling. His feet had gone numb, and the tingling made him wince. He managed to get up, though his other knee cracked twice and he couldn’t put any weight on it right away.

He leaned over Aria’s prone form, her naked legs hanging off the side of the bed. His dry hand landed in the duvet next to her ribs, and she rolled in that direction a little. She looked dazed. He chuckled, ego thoroughly stroked. She’d be moving again soon enough, so he took the moment to idly kiss some of the moles on her collarbone. There were some on her belly that had been hidden by her undershirt before, and they looked promising, but those precious little keening moans were starting to quiet so they’d have to keep ‘til later.

Fuck. There might actually be a later.

He almost reached for her face with his sticky hand. Realized and stopped himself before he did. Waited until she was looking, then started lapping up his arm and wrist, sucked one of his fingers clean. Fucking delicious. She should know that.

“You are fucking delicious.” And a wicked thought took his breath, so when he put his other sticky finger just above her lips his voice came out in a low rasp. “Would you like a taste?”

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The world went blank when the wave of desire struck, clashed against her, so overwhelming that washed away all possible sensations for the next moments. She wasn't the pious type, even after meeting Flemeth eye to eye and know she had Mythal's power. She believed in the Maker even less. But now she had serious reasons to believe she had found out, first handed (and mouthed too), the true meaning of 'rapture'.

Slowly, she left her blissful state and became aware of him by her side, planting kisses over her belly and collarbone. She tried to reach out for him, arms still slightly numb and clumsy, and she stopped in the middle of her attempt, his question hanging in the air. Aria grinned, propping herself up with both hands over the duvet, unrolling her spine in a cat-like way, finally reaching out for his wet wrist.

"I'd love to."

Her voice purred, lustful, as she slowly licked his finger, eyes locked on his face to register all of his reactions. How his throath bobbed when he swallowed hard. How his eyes dilated, almost no blue left. She closed her lips around his finger, sucking and sighing with satisfaction. With the most straight face she could evoke, Aria narrowed her eyes, tapping her chin in a thoughful way "I guess I need more to make up my mind about it." Her hands craddled his face and she kissed him passionately, legs moving to straddle his, pulling her body closer.

"Yea... I don't know what is better yet." she bit his lower lip "I don't know if it's me or this wicked, wicked mouth. Only time will tell."

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Blackwall hummed, idly rolling his hips against hers, staining the front of his trousers in the best possible way. “Could always take another sampling for myself, if you’d like to make sure-” He tried to get his knees on the bed so he could bend her properly in half, but one slipped on the bloody duvet and the other made a terrible noise and gave way. He had enough leverage with his arm to roll himself to the side rather than crush Aria. Landed safely on his back partly on the bed, but cracked his funny bone on the footboard.

“Bloody buggering fuck!” He hissed, cradling his forearm to his chest. Well done, old man. Smooth as sandpaper.

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"Oh my--!"

Aria froze for a second, biting her lower lip to stiff a laugh, reaching for his arm. She managed to chuckle instead, hands pulling his arm away from his chest, pressing her fingers here and there, looking for anything broken (probably just his ego). She casted a simple healing spell, only to soothe the pain.

"There you go vhenan." she chuckled and kissed him "Safe and sound."

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His arse was hanging off the edge of the bed, he’d just made a fool of himself, and Aria was laughing at him. He groaned, partly in gratitude for her magic as the numb pain ebbed, and partly from embarrassment. Grabbed the bloody footboard and used it to haul himself up onto the bed proper.

“I don’t suppose you could forget that happened?” He asked hopefully, shifting a bit so that blasted Dawnstone blade’s crossguard didn’t dig into his side. Thought about taking off his sword belt, but after that little display he might as well put his armour back on and leave.

Alright, don’t be so fucking dramatic. You made an arse of yourself. Aria knew that about you already. Turn over and kiss her back, you old fool.

Sometimes his mind didn’t give him terrible ideas. He had to roll over almost onto his front so he wasn’t lying on his sword’s hilt, but the position did leave him braced over Aria’s gorgeous face, so. Not the worst thing could’ve happened. Blackwall leaned down, kissed her deeply. “Thank you.”

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"You are most welcome."

Aria smiled against his lips, nuzzling his nose and reaching for another kiss, her hands working to unbuckle his sword belt. "Now now... it's only polite, if there is a half-naked lady in bed with you, that you get half-naked too. You may choose, up or bottom."

No, she would never forget his stunt.
But surely there would be a better moment to tell him that.

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“Er...”

Fuck. Right. Taking clothes off. Rather important at this point. Right after he’d made a spectacle of himself. Letting her see his naked body. Well, might as well give her something else to laugh at. And she wanted him to pick.

There was no right answer.

“Lady’s choice?”

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Aria smiled and pulled away, so she could hook her thumbs in the hem of his shirt, palms over his belly. Her hands moved up, smoothing his skin and feeling how his muscles twitched and his breath hitched from her touch, approaching just enough to kiss him while her hands worked. She had to pull away to finish undressing his shirt, tossing it somewhere behind her.

"I was rather curious to see what was behind all those layers." she runs her fingers throught his chest hair, purring "This feels very good. Not like your beard, "she winked "but good."

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His exhale was shaky, and he watched his shirt catch on a swirl that was supposed to be a leaf carved from the headboard. Should’ve cleaned his beard with that. Was starting to stick together a bit as it dried. He shivered and tried to tell himself that the air was cold.

Blackwall wasn’t ashamed of his body, exactly. Hard work and tough fights had built up plenty of muscle over the years, and he had all his limbs and teeth still. An accomplishment, in his line of work. But it wasn’t like when he was a young man. His belly was hard but not flat, his chest strong but not taut, arms thick but the skin looser. Vicious scars were littered across him, cut obviously through his body hair, which there was plenty of. Heaviest on his chest, forearms and belly, more sparse on his back and shoulders. And what his trousers hid was just as bad.

Aria’s fingers started at the bottom of his ribcage. Startled him, and he would’ve pulled in his gut if he hadn’t already been sucking in as best he could. She dug her way up, through the forest of grey-speckled hair curling messily on his chest until she had her palms pressed over each pectoral. She winked at him, said it was good, and that.

That wasn’t a reaction he was used to.

He barked a nervous laugh. Started wrestling his sword out from under him for an excuse not to face that head-on. “Thank you. Sorry, get this out of the way.” He mumbled. Pulled it loose and threw it to the floor next to his shield, which had landed half-way under the bed.

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The list of life accomplishments Aria kept on her mind had just gained another item: making a grown up man blush. He had a build of a fighter and the scars his job implied, exposing how many battles he had fough and how gruesome some of it had been. She recognized many of the lighter ones, silvery lines left by healing spells, her healing spells, and she smiled, fondly, glad he was there, by her side, since the beginning.

Her finger traced one on his forearm, from a skirmish against the Venattori in the Western Approach. A scar on his side, from a bear in the Hinterlands. That one, near his collarbone... an arrow which had trespassed his armor, fortunately only the tip entering his flesh. Emprise du Lion, if memory served well. The only time they had shared a tent - with Bull and Varric as well, true - the cold too unbearable to stay apart from the others. Her eyes founds his again and she decided to toss her undershirt to the side too, wrapping her arms around his neck in a hug, his skin like warm velvet against hers. "And feels really good too. Damn."

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Her fingers ran over him, slow, firm. Purposeful. It was almost a ticklish feeling as she ruffled through his hair, but thankfully only his feet were proper ticklish so he wasn’t about to embarrass himself further.

She caught his eye and grabbed the edge of her undershirt and before he was sure what she was doing suddenly there was a whole lot more lovely bare skin before him. A frisson of heat ran through him, woke his cock back up. His breathing turned a little more ragged as his eyes traced her collarbone, down her ribcage, where she dipped in a little at her waist, and swelled again a touch at her hips. Her thighs were pressed together, and where they joined glistened in the candlelight with her wetness.

He licked his lips and swallowed, want rebuilding. She wrapped her arms around him, dragged her body up against his and fuck. He groaned right in her ear and that was probably too loud. But fuck. She felt like the smoothest kid leather, Elfroot-spice-storm scent rolling over him like thunder.

He wrapped his arms around her middle and shifted back, sat up against the footboard and stretched his legs out in front of him. Wasn’t as heavily carved, wouldn’t dig in like the headboard would. Shite Orlesian craftsmanship. And it left Aria straddling his lap, held close enough they mostly could only see each other’s faces.

“You’re a flatterer.” He pretended to accuse. Ran his hands up and down her back slowly so he could mark all the little moles he’d yet to enjoy. “Keep that up I’ll turn as vain as Dorian.”

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"I'm the Herald of Andraste, not the Maker himself to cast such horrible curse over someone." she chuckled "Though I'm pretty convinced you maybe give yourself too little credit. So yes, I'll compliment you whenever I get the chance. And I'll write chronicles about your beard. And dirty poems about you mouth and fingers. Very dirty poems. Ladies, and probably some lords too, will be very, very envy of me."

Aria punctuated every phrase with a kiss, or a bite to his lower lip, or a wanton lick to his earlobe. She could feel his trousers starting to become too small for him, and then she remembered her earlier frustration, his neck free from his armor now. She bit and sucked his pulse, soothing the pain with a open-mouthed kiss later. Delicious, certainly worth the wait.

Her wet core hovering his strained, growing erection, was lighting up her desire again and she couldn't resist to roll her hips, pressing her cunt against him. "Will you let me find out how you taste?" her whisper was dripping with lust "Tell me how you want my mouth, and where, please."

Her index finger trailed his lip, pressing it before claiming his mouth, finger running down his chest. She flicked his nipple once, twice, thrice, then went further down his belly, circling his navel and lightly hooking the hem of his trousers. At last, she trailed his growing erection through the fabric, waiting for a response to her question.

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He snorted at the bit about dirty poems. “Let me warn you, nothing good rhymes with fingers.” He’d heard more than a few drinking ditties that proved that.

Her mouth was relentless. He wanted to tell her about just how little credit he actually deserved, but her lips and tongue and a hint of teeth kept distracting him. Her tongue on his ear made him moan and buck a little, and then her mouth was on his neck and he couldn’t.

Fuck. She. Yes.

She pulled away and he realized his hands had been squeezing her arse tight. He let her go and pet her instead, feeling the muscle flex under her skin as she rubbed against him. He could almost feel the wetness soaking through his smalls. And the heat of her. Maker, so hot, pressed against him.

“I want.” He started, but distracted himself running his fingers over that perfect curve between her arse and thighs. She flicked at his nipple, which got his attention, but didn’t do much else for him. Then she was drifting down, down toward his slowly firming cock and that was.

That was her hand on him, light as a feather. The footboard barely reached his shoulders so when his head fell back with a helpless whimper there was nothing for him to catch himself on. He lifted his hips but she just rose with him, hand still only barely-there and he was panting like a dog, shaking like a winded horse, clutching at her like a drowning man.

And still only half-fucking-hard.

“I want you.” He told the ceiling. Couldn’t even manage to look her in the eye. “Against you, inside you, next to you while you get yourself off, I don’t care! I want you however you’ll have me.”

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"Nothing good rhymes with fingers, as if..." she rolled her eyes, playful, but stopped in the middle of her speech, noticing that she couldn't really come up with no good rhyme at all "...okay, you got me there." and she made a mental note to think of something later. Preferably when things weren't interesting as they were.

When she assaulted his neck, she had to concentrate not to gasp at his hands squeezing her buttocks, the perfect ballance between pleasure and pain. Good, that was a very good reaction. Aria nuzzled his neck this time, planting a chaste kiss over his skin, his voice reverberating under her lips. She couldn't help but smile wickedly at his request.

"Well, we have a lot of options here, don't we?" she whispered "We also have a lot of time, which is very good, 'cause I'm not letting you leave until the sun shines through that window." and her hands moved to cradle his face, making him look at her "Just a little something you should know: the sun won't shine through that window. Ever. So..."

She pulled a little away, just enough for her hands to fit between them without much effort, fingers reaching for the laces of his trousers, undoing it while her mouth moved back to his neck, biting and sucking again, slowly. Once the laces were undone, she slid one hand inside his smalls, nails lightly scrapping his groin before her fingers involved his cock. He shivered. She lazily circled the tip of his cock with her thumb when a realization struck her. Aria left his neck alone, kissing him, ravaging his mouth, speaking against his lips.

"Actually, I know something." she inhaled her own scent mixed to his, rubbing and squeezing his cock "I cried your name, writhed and whimpered around your fingers." she smiled, wickedly. Her mind worked in weird ways under pressure "Now it's my game, allow me to cause a sensation that lingers."

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“So using the privy will become a bit of an issue.” He teased, not wanting to give away so easily that the thought of staying here, like this, with her, forever was.

She was. Guh. Neck. Teeth, fuck yes. Hand, on him. Her thumb was slick, precome, at least his cock could manage that much right. Her lips devoured his and he managed to pull his hands off her arse long enough to hold her gorgeous face. He wanted to make her feel-

That. Was a terrible line. Lingers? He couldn’t help it. Still holding her face, he pushed her back enough to focus. Her smug smirk hit him just right, and then his head was against her shoulder, and he was clinging to her back as he laughed so hard he was left noiseless.

She twisted her wrist on the upstroke and then he was left gasping for a whole new reason. “Y’ already have,” He choked out. “Please don’t stop.”

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"Mock me if you will, but I can see you're speechless with my skills."

Aria teased his lips, biting it and pulling away as he reached for a kiss. She left his lap and kneeled back by his side, trailing kisses down his chest and biting his side in a hungry, slightly possessive way. She was still stroking and teasing his cock as her mouth moved down, freeing his erection as best as she could without pulling his trousers away. Desire boiled down her belly and Aria licked the tip of his cock, tasting his precome with a dirty, wanton moan of satisfaction. Salty, with a hint slightly bitter and something strong she couldn't quite define yet, but suited him perfectly.

His breath ragged with a grunt and she cupped his balls, squeezing it oh so lightly before lapping his lenght, wondering how bigger she could make him. She leaned in a lascive, enticing position, buttocks up and back arched, finally taking him whole on her mouth.

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Fucking Void, the sight she made. An expanse of glorious skin, flecked with delicious darker spots and lighter scars. The curve her spine made, from the nape of her neck all the way to her round little arse shifting as she settled into place. The angle of her elbow, wrist on his still mercifully clothed thigh. Her hand. Her mouth-

Fuck.

Hot and wet and hot and one hand was in her hair and the other following that curve her spine made and she was so soft and wet and hot-

He did not thrust into her mouth. He wanted to. Sweet Maker, he wanted to. But he just carded his hand through her hair and tried to keep his whimpers behind his gritted teeth. He had no idea if she was comfortable with this, enjoyed it, or if she only did it to him because he’d done it to her. Encourage her, you old fuck. Maker knows she’ll need it, dealing with your limp dick.

Blackwall groaned. “Aria. My lady, you’re so good. Play with the tip, that’s- Maker’s balls! You can- Be a bit rough, I like- Fuck, my lady, fuck!” And he didn’t thrust into her mouth but he wanted to.

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Aria hummed, lips quirking mischievously. "Rough, you say?"

She locked her hungry eyes over his face and licked her lips in a deliberately dirty way, scrapping her teeth over the soft skin of his tip, sucking and nibbling, her free hand stroking the rest of his length since her mouth left it unattended.

"You don't have to hold back, not with me." she nibbled his cock again, a little harder this time "I'm a dirty, hungry woman, with dirty thoughts and a dirty mouth. The only frilly, orlesian thing here is the room, not me."

And she let go his balls for just enough time to scratch this right thigh, her blunt nails marking his skin, making it sting.

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Pain and pleasure and her dirty fucking mouth.

“Perfect.”

His grip in her hair firmed, drew her off his cock so it barely reached her lips. Her breath was cool and sent heat curling and chasing itself through his gut. He felt his cock pulse with want and he was actually, finally hard. Curving up from a thicket of wiry curls, one of her hands wrapped around half his length, the other digging into the meat of his thigh. His cockhead red from her tongue and lips and teeth.

“I want to fuck your mouth.” He warned her. Adjusted his grip on her hair. Took hold of the nape of her neck as well, squeezed it a little. “Not deep. I’ll stop if you pinch me. May I?”

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Her eyes widened with his request, dirty and still caring. Perfect combination, in her opinion. Aria could feel her wet bundle of nerves pained with her want, all her willpower necessary to keep her from jumping over his cock at once.

She left the grip over his erection, licking her fingers and reaching for her own sex. He wouldn't mind she touching herself, would he?

"Do it. Fuck my mouth. Use it as it pleases you."

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He watched, mouth open, as she spread her legs a little more to get some more room to play with herself. Maybe that answered whether she was actually enjoying this or not. He let her neck go, brushed firm against her ear as he took himself in hand. Her yelp was as perfect as the flex of her arm, and he was nearly completely distracted watching her when her tongue reminded him what she’d told him to do.

Blackwall spread his legs, found his stance, braced his back against the footboard. Held her head steady as he thrust up and parted Aria’s fucking gorgeous lips. He nearly let his head fall back while he gasped, but he wanted to see her. Her arm moving, hand out of sight. Her arse and thighs tensing and relaxing, and he pulled away and thrust back up again in time with it.

There weren’t words. Just feeling her, seeing her, fuck, he could smell her spice-and-musk scent from here. His hand on his cock kept him from going too far, and the wet sound of her lips bumping his fingers was almost as good as the sweet pop her mouth made when he pulled all the way out.

“I’m close, my lady.” He warned her, and then cursed loudly when her tongue reached out to lap over his cockhead.