Then quiet whimpers as Zaiobe teases her nipples, Mel's hands going down to Alaric's thighs to support herself. Then lower. And Melinda's body beings to move in earnest, her head going back against Alaric's shoulder, just feeling the pleasure rise. Her fingers holding on hard, keeping her grounded to him.
A minute can seem like a long time. But it does end.
And after a final, lingering kiss on Melinda's clitoris, Zaiobe pulls herself away.
As Zaiobe pulls away, Mel stays in Alaric's lap for long minutes more, obviously only wanting to move the slightest bit that would be needed for blessed relief.
She moves, away, and deals.
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And finds only a pair of nines.
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<Pair of threes and a pair of fours,> Zaiobe comments. <I'm having a lucky day.>
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"King high. Looks like your mouth is getting a bit of a workout here."
She rises to her knees.
<Would you mind standing up?> she says to Alaric.
She slides slowly forward along his length, and then slowly back.
<I'm going to ask you to f*&! my face,> she says.
Slowly down along the length, her tongue keeping the length of him moist, exploring the sensitive areas around the crown.
<I want you to f*&! it hard.>
And back, a little faster, the suction a little more intense. Her hands are moving down below.
<I want you pounding me. Your c@%# in my mouth, pounding me.>
And down the length of him, faster. Back, faster. Her tongue, swirling. Back and forth, back and forth. Sucking, licking, her head in rapid motion, back and forth, still going, still going, and -
<Grab the back of my head and f*&! me.>
<Now.>
And he begins to @#*! her.
Hard.
And her mental voice is simply repeating ... <yes yes yes yes yes Yes YES >
Lio returns the grin. "Me too." The grins softens to a mischievous smile. "Maybe Myri or Ameiko?"
"Perhaps," Rhost says. "Or fake it."
Long seconds pass as she stays there, after, unmoving, her head held in place, on the verge of orgasm herself and not willing to go over yet.
The minute ends.
She pulls back gently, removes her hand from where it is, and sits back down, flushed and breathing rapidly and deeply.
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"Pair of kings." She says quietly, obviously feeling that she is going to have to go through another agonizing minute of...
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"Nine high," Alaric says with obvious glee.
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<Pair of eights,> Zaiobe says evenly.
<Melinda wins.>
Then turns to Zaiobe, runs a finger down the other woman's cheek, over the lips reddened and bruised from the last round of cards. "Thank you very much sweetie." She smiles, "I would very much like to make you come, please. But before I do, please tell me what you would like to do after that."
<But at this point,> she continues, sucking on Melinda's finger, <I have held off on coming for eleven very long hands of cards in order to save it for this moment, and I am so horny that I quite literally cannot see straight.>
<I would rather like it if both of you made me come tonight at some point, but beyond that, I don't care how, and I don't care about the details, because if the first one doesn't happen soon by any means necessary I am going to go insane.>
She leans forward and kisses Z, long and hard, but somehow playful. Breathlessly, into Z's lips. "And you may not care how you come. But I do." Another kiss, harder, "But I understand the needing something so badly that you can't think."
Mel's hands slide up Zaiobe's curves to cup the other woman's breasts, touching everywhere except the nipples. "Stand up, please?"
She rises to her feet at Mel's prompting. Her arousal is undisguisable; her desire obvious.
But although she is trembling on the very edge of orgasm already, she is obediently moving however Melinda directs, and it is clearly being left entirely up to Melinda whether Zaiobe is to be brought over that edge ... or kept there.
Mel's mouth, which kisses, nibbles, and licks its way down Zaiobe's frame. Her tongue dipping into the other woman's belly button. Once she is standing, Mel seems to completely miss what is directly in front of her. Kissing down one thigh and up the other. Mel's hands finally sliding off Zaiobe's breasts and down to her petite behind. Squeezing and then, before the other woman can really expect it, Mel tongue is flicking across Z's sensitive nub. One arm stays still to keep Zaiobe supported and still, the other is free to roam down.
And roam it does, down the leg, and then up the inside of from ankle to feathered mound. And, right as Mel switches from flicking the nub to sucking and licking, two fingers slide inside. Twisting, finding the place inside the other woman's body that needs to be rubbed and caressed. And does so.
Her head finds its nook on his shoulder, settling there with a happy noise. A question, not horribly concerned, "I was lying here thinking about you. And then our family. I realized I don't know Reta's birthday... do you?"
Lio returns the grin. "Me too." The grins softens to a mischievous smile. "Maybe Myri or Ameiko?""Perhaps," Rhost says. "Or fake it."
Myri smiles, "Not afraid to try, but I hate to waste food." She whistles for Silmemir.
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She looks up at him, guilt plain on her face. "Please, please don't tell her..."
Mel shrugs, "I never minded sharing my birthday with Davor, but it always frustrated my cousins..."
"And we definitely need to tell Z." A pause, "And Koya."
"I certainly would like you naked again," Shalelu says, reading your mind as she sometimes does. "But ... would you mind if we simply cuddled? That would make me very happy right now."
"As long as we cuddle in bed, under the warm blanket." Lio grins.
She snuggles there for a moment, "I have a question that I need answered before Milena's birth scares me off childbearing." Her fingers play against his chest. [b]"How many children are you seeing when you call me the mother of your children?"
He looks away, reddening slightly. "I think I'd like as many little yous as I can get."
"It's not your place to tell me what your place is, Recruit," she says languidly. "I will be the one to make that call. And my instruction to you regarding your place is that, if you want it so badly ... you should beg me for it."
Lio's hips sink back to the floor. You can read her like an open book, you know how much she wants you to take her, terrible acting skills notwithstanding. She tries, very hard, to keep her pelvis still, to stop her body from following the vibrator as you keep pulling it maddeningly away. She wants to show you that she can, in fact, follow orders, even if right now, at this very moment, it feels like the hardest thing she's ever done.
So she does as you say, she begs. And it is as much real as it is contrived. She needs you. Wants you. Your teasing is driving her to the point where she thinks she's going insane with the desire and lust she feels.
"Ma'am, please, pleeeeease please... I will do anything... anything you say, anything you want... just please, please... I can't take it... please, ooooohhhhh please, oh Ma'am, please I will get on my knees if you want. I will lick and suck your $^#& every night until you come, do anything you can imagine, be anyone you want me to be, make me scream and convulse, please, please oh please, ma'am, please... She's nearly sobbing with need, now. Real need. Real desire. All for you and the power you hold over her. She is yours, and she needs you to take her.
"Lots and lots of sex..." her blush getting darker, "that is also..." She stretches her whole body with that thought. When she does her blush gets deeper. She looks at him, obviously not as comfortable in her body as normal. The way her bottom side twitches to get comfortable is probably a good indication which part of hers isn't feeling... normal.
Trying to regain her chain of thought, she looks at him, "I really want to have an Osric in our brood at some point after all."
He notices the uncomfortable shifting. "Do... um... do you need a healing spell? For your butt? I realize I might have gone a little hard on you."
"I... I didn't exactly complain." She looks at him, "It hurts a little. But... umm... " the blush grows much deeper, creeping down her body, quietly she continues, "but even more so... every time I move... it doesn't feel like it normally does..." much darker, "...so every time I move, I think about you inside me..." her voice chokes a little with the confession.
She continues on, not wanting to focus on that, "I... do like remembering last night every time I move." She kisses the small patch of skin at the side of his mouth that always quirks up, "And every time I think about last night, my body gets hot. And..."
She looks into his eyes, "I... am so wet right now..." Absolutely embarrassed that she can be so... horny when he seems unaffected.
She flips the toy around so that the side already wet with your juices is positioned before the other entrance instead.
And then she rams it into both openings at once.
Her mouth and agile tongue drop and find your clit as she pulls the toy out a bit and thrusts it in again.
And again.
And again.
Hard.
"As long as we cuddle in bed, under the warm blanket." Lio grins.
Shalelu smiles, slips out of her boots, and dives under the covers.
Melinda lets her lips and tongue trail down Zaiobe as she stands. Kisses, light and soft, on her neck. A little harder on the expanse between neck and breasts. Her hands continuing to tease Zaiobe's breasts as she stands, Mel mouth feasting on the tips, hardening them further as she holds them with her lips, flickering them with her tongue.Clearly fascinated by the cute, pink buds, Mel's fingers continue to play with them as Zaiobe's rising body takes them past her mouth.
Zaiobe is trembling with desire. She gasps at each flick of Melinda's tongue, each touch of her fingers. Her nipples are poking forward, hard as rocks, swollen with desire.
Mel's mouth, which kisses, nibbles, and licks its way down Zaiobe's frame. Her tongue dipping into the other woman's belly button. Once she is standing, Mel seems to completely miss what is directly in front of her. Kissing down one thigh and up the other.
She is in torment. Her pelvis involuntarily nudges forward towards Melinda. She is desperately seeking to be filled, to be taken. Her knees are shaking. Each kiss Melinda trails along her thighs makes her face contort with pleasure and need.
Mel's hands finally sliding off Zaiobe's breasts and down to her petite behind. Squeezing and then, before the other woman can really expect it, Mel tongue is flicking across Z's sensitive nub. One arm stays still to keep Zaiobe supported and still, the other is free to roam down.
<ah!>
The sudden assault of Melinda's tongue pushes Zaiobe to the very brink, closer than she was even before. Her breath comes in short, sharp shudders. Her hands find themselves in Melinda's hair, not guiding Melinda's movements, just needing something, anything, to hold onto.
And roam it does, down the leg, and then up the inside of from ankle to feathered mound. And, right as Mel switches from flicking the nub to sucking and licking, two fingers slide inside. Twisting, finding the place inside the other woman's body that needs to be rubbed and caressed. And does so.
And Zaiobe comes.
And comes.
And keeps coming.
Hard. Her inner muscles clenching, squeezing Melinda's fingers together almost painfully, pulsing around them. Her hands drop to Melinda's shoulders and her wings spread, instinctively, behind her back, managing to keep her upright as her legs buckle completely.
There is no room in her thoughts for anything except the sensations being caused by Melinda's tongue on her clit, by Melinda's fingers in her c!&#, by the orgasm that is flooding her entire body like a firestorm, starting in her center and moving out from there.
She is broadcasting it as loudly as a shout, as a scream, each twitch, each pulse, each convulsing nerve ending, everything gone from her brain except her endless climax.
Melinda has, almost literally, blown her mind.
Lio cries out when you ram the toy into her. The sound one of surprise at the sudden onslaught she's been denied so far, relief, pleasure, an exhalation as her tight rear is violated in the most wonderful way, at the same time as her dripping wet front. When your lips and tongue find her clit, she makes a sound not quite a moan, but a louder, more primal, more urgent. Her body is in your power, and you are quickly taking her mind, as all she is able to focus on is what you are doing to her, every moment of it pure bliss.
Shalelu smiles, slips out of her boots, and dives under the covers.
Lio disrobes very quickly, and joins you. "Hi." She says, when her head pokes out from the top of the blanket. She snuggles against you.
Myri smiles, "Not afraid to try, but I hate to waste food." She whistles for Silmemir.
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Lio, with a grin, playfully tosses a sesame ball towards Myri, after warning her, with a quick, mischievous "Catch!"
Slowly, very slowly, Mel slides up Zaiobe's body, supporting the other woman's frame.
And waits for her to come back to earth.