( closed ) july catch-all

[schwarzen]

Who: Siegfried & Others
When: July & August
Where: Various
What: July & August catch-all for event, quests, & overflow
Warnings: N/A so far


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[schwarzen]

[ He had intentions for his hands to slip from her backside to her front, but his touch only makes it as far as grazing along her bellybutton before Rosetta pushes him back onto the mattress, surprising him enough that he stares up at her, startled.

Siegfried yearns to touch her again, but he's also curious as to what she has in store. He compromises by taking the very same hand which had pushed him back into his palm, raising it to his lips for a kiss. He smiles, looking quite intoxicated by the sight of her. ]

I have't minded thus far, have I?

[ In a bout of playfulness, he raises his leg slightly, rubbing it against her groin as she settles in above him. ]

I'm at your mercy.

[byanyother]

[ Now that's what she likes to see. Then again, who doesn't love a (good-looking) man flat on his back, ready to cater to every need? In fact, she takes a few seconds to just admire him splayed out on the sheets, hair a mess around his face and the scars criss-crossing his skin glowing pale in the firelight.

He looks delicious. ]

Then I'd better get started, hadn't I?

[ She doesn't really mean to put on a show - hard to really make much of a display out of three flimsy pieces of fabric - but there's an effortless grace to the way she hooks her thumbs around the elastic of her panties and slides them off, hips wiggling ever so slightly as she drags them down and past her ankles. The stockings come next, one after the other, pulled off with as much care until she's kneeling completely naked atop him.

The right thing to do now, the equal thing, would be to fully disrobe him too, but the sight of his erection visible through his pants is really too much to ignore. Her hand settles to rest atop it, fingers lightly squeezing before she starts palming him through the fabric, motions smooth and steady. ]

Mmm, you're so hard...you really should take better care of yourself, Siegfried. [ "Take care" of himself. ] But I'm glad I can give you a hand now, though you'll have to tell me how you like it.

[ Time to get him warmed up even more before the main event. ]

[schwarzen]

[ Siegfried props himself up on his elbows as she shifts away, breath hitching in his throat as he watches her peel away the very last layer of fabric. She does so with finesse, each movement of her body suggestive of what was to come, and leaving him both in awe and speechless. His body betrays where his thoughts have strayed, however, goosebumps trailing along his arm when she comes closer again.

He wonders if Rosetta knows just how much of a hold she has over him at this moment, for although she isn't casting anything close to magic, his gaze is completely transfixed and captivated by her effortless movements, by the way her eyes glimmer in the light and gaze down at him with complete admiration.

He rests his hands on the sides of her waists for now, enjoying the view and how their bodies fit together, but his gaze quickly has to divert when she speaks again, even if he's still smiling. He should have known that even now, she would find some way to fluster him. His grip tightens when she teases him through the fabric, nails lightly digging into soft skin. ]

How I like it?

[ He considers question quietly, reaching up to sink his hands in Rosetta's hair and thread his fingers through it, lips pursed as he attempts to restrain a moan while she continues teasing his cock. He doesn't think she could possibly do anything that he wouldn't like. ]

Slowly. [ His lips quirk as his eyes meet hers, fingertips now trickling down her neck and to her collarbone. ]

At least, at first. [ And now over the swell of each breast. ]

So that I may clearly remember this for a long time. [ He swirls his thumbs over her nipples, mirroring the lazy, languid movements she's inflicting on him. ]

[byanyother]

[ How is it that every word he speaks comes out so effortlessly charming? She almost wishes she were a schoolgirl, with a youthful face prone to delicate blushes and a heart deeply moved by a single passing word. ]

I'll try not to disappoint.

[ But it's better this way, she decides, as his hands toy with her bare breasts and send thrills curving down her spine. Her eyelids drift closed again as she loses herself in the mirrored rhythms of their movements. And though she doesn't take orders without good reason these days, she's more than happy to acquiese to Siegfried's request, hands moving in languid, calculated strokes. Every now and then she pauses to give a little squeeze, or a brush of her thumb over the cockhead that strains through his pants.

Memorable, he says, and while she plans to do absolutely that, she's also sure that there are other ways to make this night just as memorable.

She leans in for another kiss, deep and lingering, tongue pressing against his as her hair cascades around them, a curtain shrouding them from the outside. As much as she enjoys wresting control in bed and teasing her partners until they're red-faced and gasping, she's acutely aware of how much Siegfried's opinions mean to her, even in something as mundane as sex.

It's a surprisingly sobering thought, one she isn't ready to face just yet. And so she doesn't, channeling her sudden restless energy into something much more familiar. ]

Ah, but if it's memorable you really want, are you sure you wouldn't prefer something else? Something [ hmmm, how best to phrase it without being completely vulgar ] tighter that'll wrap you up completely?

[ Just in case he completely misses her point, she takes one of his hands and guides it downwards, until it's resting right between her thighs. That's some WAP right there. ]

[schwarzen]

[ Weary and bruised as he may be, the sight of Rosetta expertly moving and teasing him through the fabric made his mind swim with desire, pushing aside all other thoughts as momentarily unimportant. He was a knight, and all of his life he had believed himself to be above such lust, but she played him so easily, teasing him with the promise of her perfect body was enough to make him tense with anticipation.

How did he become so undone, so quickly? Briefly, he wonders if this desire is also part of his monstrous transformation. Every passing second that she works him, his desire becomes more of a hunger. But all it takes is another kiss from her, the gentle caress of her tongue against his, for him to know that this is completely his own desire and nothing else. Because such a simple gesture also makes his chest swell with new warmth, a fondness that he can express with actions better than words— a few sweet kisses along her lips and jawline that linger and search for her even after she pulls away.

He wants to continue lavishing attention on her breasts yet explore more of her all the same. He cups each one indulgently, feeling the shape and softness of each perfect mount before snaking his hand down the expanse of her abdomen.

Siegfried gazes up at Rosetta curiously, although it seems as though she has the same destination for his hands, anyway. His lips quirk into a small smile. He’s pleased to find that she’s as wet as he is hard, easily slipping a calloused finger between her labia and brushing against her clit, the silky heat between her thighs now making him painfully hard. ]

I want whatever you’re willing to give me, Rosetta. I did say I was at your mercy, after all. [ He whispers, his other hand coming to a rest on shapely hips and pressing her further down against his cock.

His smile becomes warmer, locking eyes with her in a gaze that conveys lust, fondness, and amusement. ]

But if you want me to beg, I’m not too proud to do so.

[ He presses his fingers more firmly against her clit now, the grip at her hips sinking lower to cup her ass. ]

Please... I want to be inside of you.

[byanyother]

[ She can't help but bite her lip when his hands slide against her clit, the friction of rough fingers against smooth skin enough to send another pulse of pleasure trembling through her. Her head bows down, a curtain of dark hair sliding down past her bare shoulders to mask her face as she moans, low and needy.

If he weren't wounded as much as he were and if she hadn't promised him a different sort of enjoyment for the evening, she'd consider letting him play with her to his heart's content. There's something about the affection his smile, that pierces her heart in an unfamiliar way, happiness mingling concurrently with a bittersweet sadness. Impulsively she looks back up, both hands lifting to settle on either side of Siegfried's face to pull him for a kiss. There's nothing practiced about this one, her usual well-refined technique traded away for a fleeting moment of emotion, unbridled and genuine.

By the time she pulls away again, her face has returned to its usual coy expression, confidence radiating from every curve. ]

How could I deny you when you've been such a good boy?

[ Ah, but she does like hearing him beg like this. Surely a litle more wouldn't hurt.

Her hands get to work, fingers curling around the waistband of both his pants and underwear in order to slide them down past his hips. Her gaze never leaves his, even as both her hands and lips move. ]

Do you want me to ride you then? For me to sink so fully onto you that all I can feel is the weight and heft of you filling every inch?

[ With the fabric out of the way, she wraps her fingers around his cock, sliding her hand down in a single slow stroke. ]