She honestly wouldn't care what he called it, as long as he knew where to find it, that's all that matters, and when he does - she whimpers, not able to help where she freezes, pressing into the hand at her chest, and hips back into his fingers as he slides into her and desperately tries to take more like the demanding thing she is.
Twitching, her head falling, hair falling over her face in a mess and tacking with blood as she grins between each kiss. Her free arm curling around his shoulders, broad as they are, strong as they are. It's not really a surprise when she thinks about it. But damn if it wasn't nice to find out this way. Easy to reaching his tattoos where she's so much littler in his lap. Squirming happily between the steady pressure of his fingers fucking her open, how with each stroke, she's all - eager and slick, coating his fingers that each movement comes smoother and easier and she whimpers into the bites she begins to litter over his neck, his shoulders, that little jut of collar bones she feels out with tongue and teeth. Lapping at the blood, smeared over the both of them.
Though it's hardly listless, the more he keeps it up, the pointed those sharp little cries she begins to smother against his chest. That joy to being 19 and stupid, it never took her much to get her off, especially when it had been ages, and this place and these people leave her empty - and there was enough here already. The way he seemed to like her as it was, as much as he liked the violence, that he was hot as hell, that he was into it as much as she was. Wasn't even a little bit afraid of her. That his fingers were that little bit rough, that little bit broad, that little bit too much, that leaves her screwing her eyes shut, eyebrows furrowed as it leaves her toes curling. "Ivar." His name in between little profanity said like prayers. Her voice hitching higher, mewling vibrations into his skin.
The bites all along his skin each leave a tingle of pleasure running through his body. He keeps working his fingers inside Gaige, his confidence growing when he hears the sounds she makes and can feel his fingers growing wet. He's feeling a deep ache within himself for release as well.
They're young and alive and full of fire. If they burn up together, so be it, for it will be a pleasurable experience for both of them. She's gorgeous and interested in him without seeming to care a whit about his legs. It's a new and amazing discovery for him. For the first time in a long while, sex actually feels pleasurable for him.
Then he removes his fingers from Gaige, leaving her to grow possibly antsy for a moment before he slides his dick inside her. Then he starts up a steady pressure. It's muted compared to what most men were capable of, given that he couldn't thrust with as much force given his useless legs. But it's enough to be able to give her pleasure and that's all that matters to him.
She is that for that breathless second where his fingers go, squirming and whining petulantly against his lips for contact she's denied, one second is too long before he can feel him moving to align them. Lifting her hips eagerly to help the angle. Her eyes shutting tightly as she gasps with that finally. God finally, filled up and it's oh so good. Her fingers twisting tightly.
Easy to make up for where it's tricky for him to move, more than happy to make up the pace as she rocks steady. God they were going to have to figure out a way that she could get her legs around his waist, one of these days, which is just haphazardly pleasing in the same thoughts of again and more and God, God, God that tear out of her lips in a steadily louder moan. He feels so hot inside of her, and she feels feverish in return. Little against his chest, but pushes up equal in height that is worth it when it means she can put fingers in his hair and twist them tightly to tilt his face to hers. Panting raggedly against his lips, meeting his eyes directly, green and bright, half-mad and gleefully so.
"Come on, Ivar," the blood trickling down her skin, sticky and smeared. "I want to feel bruises tomorrow morning and know I fucked you." Leans in to brush her lips against his ear, scraping her teeth and biting sharply against his fingers. "Hurt me, and I promise I'll hurt you back."
Ivar has rarely had sex this good. Despite all his fumblings thus far, Gaige seems to know what to do so that the rhythm they've got going isn't lost at all. He can feel the two of them joined together now, their bodies entwined so close together. He clutches at her with something close to desperation, as if he's afraid this is a dream he's going to wake up from soon.
He rolls his hips in a way to keep things going and then listens for a moment to Gaige as she urges him to hurt her.
That's all the encouragement he needs really. He lifts his mouth from her lips over to the side of her neck, biting at the thin skin far too hard to be called a mere hickey. He wants to tear it, taste the blood beneath it. One of his hands is pressed tightly around her waist. He's sure that he's going to leave marks she'll remember him by.
The reaction is immediate. Her hips snapping into his with a stolen cry, sharp and pleading, knees squeezing tightly. He feels so good, that pain and blood and heady mess of they probably shouldn't be here, and whatever the magic of it is that she doesn't care to understand just that it feels so good right now. Chasing that fixed sort of nothing with utter purpose. How her breath feels her lungs, how the taste of his skin and his lips fills her head.
Fuck, fuck. Too much. It's good to be young and stupid, it's good to be young and not need to know better, because as he scores her as deep as bullets through a shield, it's enough. "Oh, fuck, Ivar." Fuckfuckfuckfuck - She sobs when she comes. Locking her body around him so tightly, the long, crying noise that tears out of her that's all rough before pretty, her metal hand gripping onto the chair, her real hand scratching down his back, gripping hard into his skin. That welcome shake in her limbs that turns her rhythm off-kilter, needy small little twitches where she has him as deep as she can and her thighs are shaking.
Doesn't let her stop, not even for a second, even when the overwhelmed cries turn to whimpers she buries against his throat, her spine curving to press her body into his, face tilted up. That peak all acid-hot, gripping him, all ripped out of the back of a magazine you find in a bandit clan in crudeness that feels so right, right now. That she didn't want him to stop fucking her, hurting her, didn't want him to stop being in her and grinding hard against him. All fucked up and open, here always, if she can just have more. Her body holding pliantly into him like he was the only thing holding her up, and it was more than a little true.
He keeps going, full of the fire and vigor that only someone full of life at the age of nineteen can possess. Then he climaxes with a sudden jerk, the hand holding onto Gaige's waist pressing tight enough to leave deep black-and-blue marks, while his entire frame goes stiff and rigid for a moment. There's deep, primal cry that escapes his throat almost like a battle cry.
Then he just slumps there in his chair, as boneless as his nickname would suggest right now. The level of bliss he was at right now couldn't be measured in quantifiable terms. He hasn't been this happy in a very long time. Covered in blood, sweat, and what's likely going to be quite a few marks forming, he feels very content.
She kisses his throat through it, rocking, twitching every little bit of that jerking high out of him. Or as much as she can when he's hiding her in a vice grip, held tightly, where he's thrust all the way inside of her. Letting him enjoy it as much as she does. Overstimulated and blood-soaked. Sated with sex and ripping themselves to pieces. It leaves her toes curling against the cooler air, in the after-shocks like a bomb drops.
Gaige rubs her face affectionately like a cat marking its territory, as they come down. Knows she's a mess, or that they are as a whole. Naked on top of him where he's still half-dressed in comparison, his handprints both now marked in red and she can tell, later will bruise into her hips by the time she wakes up later. But that's something to worry about later if it's even worth worrying about. Like that she probably needs to ask someone what the hell birth control was like in magic whatever land, because ah, fuck, he came in her, didn't he? That sticky feeling she'll worry about later. Right now, it's too late and too content to care, she stretches out.
Or maybe it's just pride. Got him going just as good as he got her. Made him go all kinds of undone, just like he made her.
"Think I like this worshipping your Gods thing. Kinda fun."
Nuzzling against him, head buzzing empty, the edge from too many days not fighting finally taken off, she feels good.
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Date: 2019-10-04 06:43 am (UTC)Twitching, her head falling, hair falling over her face in a mess and tacking with blood as she grins between each kiss. Her free arm curling around his shoulders, broad as they are, strong as they are. It's not really a surprise when she thinks about it. But damn if it wasn't nice to find out this way. Easy to reaching his tattoos where she's so much littler in his lap. Squirming happily between the steady pressure of his fingers fucking her open, how with each stroke, she's all - eager and slick, coating his fingers that each movement comes smoother and easier and she whimpers into the bites she begins to litter over his neck, his shoulders, that little jut of collar bones she feels out with tongue and teeth. Lapping at the blood, smeared over the both of them.
Though it's hardly listless, the more he keeps it up, the pointed those sharp little cries she begins to smother against his chest. That joy to being 19 and stupid, it never took her much to get her off, especially when it had been ages, and this place and these people leave her empty - and there was enough here already. The way he seemed to like her as it was, as much as he liked the violence, that he was hot as hell, that he was into it as much as she was. Wasn't even a little bit afraid of her. That his fingers were that little bit rough, that little bit broad, that little bit too much, that leaves her screwing her eyes shut, eyebrows furrowed as it leaves her toes curling. "Ivar." His name in between little profanity said like prayers. Her voice hitching higher, mewling vibrations into his skin.
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Date: 2019-10-12 03:00 am (UTC)They're young and alive and full of fire. If they burn up together, so be it, for it will be a pleasurable experience for both of them. She's gorgeous and interested in him without seeming to care a whit about his legs. It's a new and amazing discovery for him. For the first time in a long while, sex actually feels pleasurable for him.
Then he removes his fingers from Gaige, leaving her to grow possibly antsy for a moment before he slides his dick inside her. Then he starts up a steady pressure. It's muted compared to what most men were capable of, given that he couldn't thrust with as much force given his useless legs. But it's enough to be able to give her pleasure and that's all that matters to him.
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Date: 2019-10-15 09:02 am (UTC)Easy to make up for where it's tricky for him to move, more than happy to make up the pace as she rocks steady. God they were going to have to figure out a way that she could get her legs around his waist, one of these days, which is just haphazardly pleasing in the same thoughts of again and more and God, God, God that tear out of her lips in a steadily louder moan. He feels so hot inside of her, and she feels feverish in return. Little against his chest, but pushes up equal in height that is worth it when it means she can put fingers in his hair and twist them tightly to tilt his face to hers. Panting raggedly against his lips, meeting his eyes directly, green and bright, half-mad and gleefully so.
"Come on, Ivar," the blood trickling down her skin, sticky and smeared. "I want to feel bruises tomorrow morning and know I fucked you." Leans in to brush her lips against his ear, scraping her teeth and biting sharply against his fingers. "Hurt me, and I promise I'll hurt you back."
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Date: 2019-11-07 07:25 am (UTC)He rolls his hips in a way to keep things going and then listens for a moment to Gaige as she urges him to hurt her.
That's all the encouragement he needs really. He lifts his mouth from her lips over to the side of her neck, biting at the thin skin far too hard to be called a mere hickey. He wants to tear it, taste the blood beneath it. One of his hands is pressed tightly around her waist. He's sure that he's going to leave marks she'll remember him by.
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Date: 2019-11-15 07:41 am (UTC)Fuck, fuck. Too much. It's good to be young and stupid, it's good to be young and not need to know better, because as he scores her as deep as bullets through a shield, it's enough. "Oh, fuck, Ivar." Fuckfuckfuckfuck - She sobs when she comes. Locking her body around him so tightly, the long, crying noise that tears out of her that's all rough before pretty, her metal hand gripping onto the chair, her real hand scratching down his back, gripping hard into his skin. That welcome shake in her limbs that turns her rhythm off-kilter, needy small little twitches where she has him as deep as she can and her thighs are shaking.
Doesn't let her stop, not even for a second, even when the overwhelmed cries turn to whimpers she buries against his throat, her spine curving to press her body into his, face tilted up. That peak all acid-hot, gripping him, all ripped out of the back of a magazine you find in a bandit clan in crudeness that feels so right, right now. That she didn't want him to stop fucking her, hurting her, didn't want him to stop being in her and grinding hard against him. All fucked up and open, here always, if she can just have more. Her body holding pliantly into him like he was the only thing holding her up, and it was more than a little true.
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Date: 2019-11-23 06:59 am (UTC)Then he just slumps there in his chair, as boneless as his nickname would suggest right now. The level of bliss he was at right now couldn't be measured in quantifiable terms. He hasn't been this happy in a very long time. Covered in blood, sweat, and what's likely going to be quite a few marks forming, he feels very content.
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Date: 2019-11-25 08:54 am (UTC)Gaige rubs her face affectionately like a cat marking its territory, as they come down. Knows she's a mess, or that they are as a whole. Naked on top of him where he's still half-dressed in comparison, his handprints both now marked in red and she can tell, later will bruise into her hips by the time she wakes up later. But that's something to worry about later if it's even worth worrying about. Like that she probably needs to ask someone what the hell birth control was like in magic whatever land, because ah, fuck, he came in her, didn't he? That sticky feeling she'll worry about later. Right now, it's too late and too content to care, she stretches out.
Or maybe it's just pride. Got him going just as good as he got her. Made him go all kinds of undone, just like he made her.
"Think I like this worshipping your Gods thing. Kinda fun."
Nuzzling against him, head buzzing empty, the edge from too many days not fighting finally taken off, she feels good.