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Post by Lizzie on Jan 22, 2015 6:55:52 GMT
A breathy sigh passed pink lips, soft yet cracked from far too many excursions into the dry cold the found in Emprise De Lion. Still, he never complained, never found those cracked lips, her bruised flesh, or the various places she'd left unwashed in her hair, due to those very same harsh conditions, any less beautiful for some reason. She had complained, at first, stating she needed a warm bath and yet he ignored those protests. After all, she could have stopped him if she really wanted...but she didnt.
Yvette wanted him and he was more than happy to give everything. When her breath shuttered passed her lips and her slender hands grasped into his hair, he did not yield. Even the rage demon's flame didn't burn her as his lips a tongue did. Creators!
"I...I have to...mnnn! Nisander. ..I have to go...go to the war room." The pale elf gasped, voice shaking as she spike his name and the pitch intensifying on her last word just before it broke off into a moan. For a man who hardly spoke to anyone other than her. She was certain he could fill a novel with what he could do to her and, as her hands grasped his hair tighter. She almost wish he would so she could remember THAT when she was off fetching some other lords underoos for a bit more political support a power. It would most definitely add something exciting to an otherwise tedious venture.
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Post by Shea on Jan 24, 2015 2:53:58 GMT
Nisander grinned, dark eyes looking up her body; at the way her stomach hitched, the way her breasts heaved. She was a sight, and recently the only one that could bring him to his knees, Maker be damned.
"The war table can wait," he hushed her, licking the taste of her from his lips. More bitter, with her excursions, but so good he craved more. And the reactions he got from her pale body.
He dipped his head, nose nuzzling the soft skin of her mound, her smell making him hum in delight. "They will not suffer for you being a few minutes late. Let me give you your welcome home..." he nearly purred, and ran his tongue along her dripping slit. "Let me please you... I've missed you so, love. Every aching night and lonely day.."
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Post by Lizzie on Jan 24, 2015 23:30:15 GMT
Yvette's head tossed back, biting at pink lips to stifle another moan. He always made her feel as if it had been months since she last felt his touch with each skillful flick of his tongue and caress of calloused hands. Her skin prickled and legs quivered. One hand gripped at the soft sheets of her bed. The war table was far at the back of her mind and, admittedly, had been since she'd returned home to find him waiting for her sitting atop her sheets with nothing on but a welcoming smile.
She had missed that smile even more than the way he made her body fill with electricity and fire. Yvette knew any other protest would be a lie. She didn't want to be anywhere but here at this moment. Let Imriel and Feynwyn handle the war table and their advisers. As responsible as she usually found herself, today she really only wanted him. Just him and this room and the heat he fanned within her loins. After weeks in biting cold she never thought she could feel this warm again, but Nisander had his way.
Falling back against the sheets, defeated, she let lose a moan, shiver at how it filled the quiet room and at how her lover's skillful tongue send bolts of pleasure through her body and made her ache for more. "Mmmn...I missed you,too." The elf, even as she shook, gently stroked a hand through his hair.
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