[ pardon Bigby for not spending a lot of time thinking about how oddly gentle he is being in the midst of taking his frustrations out on Rosalind in what is possibly the best way possible. he holds onto anything that he can at that point in time, but it's possible that he laces his fingers with hers as a way of attempting to gain her trust. sure, he is pounding her throat ruthlessly and with reckless abandon, but he still intends on remaining in control of himself enough to make sure he doesn't tear into the woman in ways that aren't beneficial to the both of them.
his orgasm comes, and by god did it come, and it's gone just as fast. Rosalind may be concerned that he is a typical guy, having emptied himself inside of her and ready to call it quits on the spot. that is not the case. not in the slightest. as the two of them sit on the ground of all places, thighs pressing together, she can probably sneak a peek down below and see how his cock hasn't even teased the idea of losing its erection. in fact, it's still pulsating in a lively fashion, a few remnants of pre dribbling out of his slit along with her spit. ]
You're a tough one. I'll give you that much. Surprised you can talk right now.
[ seriously, he's going to go ahead and give her kudos. Rosalind said how much she enjoyed having a cock inside her mouth as a way of toying with him before, but he wholeheartedly believes that statement now. as he watches the conflict in her eyes, just knowing she wants more of his taste, he just barely reveals his teeth to her in a confident, typically-smile of sorts. his intent is probably more obvious in the tug of his lips than anything else on his face right now. ]
Seemed rude to stop you to make sure I pulled your skirt off. Sue me.
[ there won't be a minute to rest. it isn't more than a handful of seconds later before Bigby is jumping back up to his feet at an unreasonably fast speed. Rosalind will find herself following him whether or not she likes it, pulled up and off of the ground as if, again, she weighed nothing. she's thrown into the couch before she may even realize what is going on, and just like that, Bigby is on his knees again. perhaps it's out of spite or perhaps it's impatience to get right to it, but her skirt isn't pulled off. it is instead rolled up her legs until the creamy white flesh of her inner thighs is exposed, likely glistening with arousal.
perhaps it would also make sense to at least pull her panties off. he does not. she doesn't get another peep from him as he grabs her by the ankles and drags her straight down into his awaiting maw. his face stuffs itself underneath the bunched up skirt and he is met with immediate warmth and wetness. Bigby lets out another familiar noise akin to a growl as he mouths against her clothed cunt, dragging a tongue stronger than most along the lace repeatedly, only stopping to tease her with the idea of his teeth nipping at the fabric to pull it away. she'll get what she wants. soon. ]
[She'd had a vague thought to lead him to the bedroom, if only because there's more room for them there, but apparently that's right off the table. Rosalind hisses in shock as she's first thrown down and then yanked forward, and just like that his mouth is on her. And that's wonderful, that's fantastic, and she's all ready to spread her legs and fall back against the couch, except--
Except he doesn't yank at her panties. He doesn't tear them off (and she'd had half a mind to warn him not to tear, nor to dig in with his claws as he gripped her ankles, because both stockings and lingerie are expensive and she's not made of money, except saying all that would require being able to think much in the first place). No, he simply mouths at her, his tongue hot and yet removed, there and yet not, utterly infuriating in the tease of it all.]
Bigby--
[Rosalind shoves her panties down low on her hips, trying to encourage him to remove them entirely. Her other hand smooths through his hair, sweeping it back away from his face. She doesn't try and control him, not yet, though she's throbbing beneath his attentions, needy and yet not at all getting what she wants. Each time he nips at the fabric she jerks, her hips lifting up, because surely now will be the time when he tugs them down--]
Properly-- go on, I k-know you know how--
[He hasn't even gotten his mouth on her and she's already stuttering, but on the other hand, how is she to help it? She's impossibly wet for him, riled up from the bar and the way he'd groped at her; the heavy heat of his cock in her mouth and the lingering aftertaste he'd left behind; and above all that heat, pulsing through her and leaving her far needier than normal.
Her free hand comes up again, tugging at her blouse. In a moment she's loosened the buttons; it hangs open, framing a pale torso and the curve of her breasts, held sweetly in place by a bra that matches the panties he still hasn't pulled down.]
[ bedroom? they'll get there. eventually. for the time being, the couch will suffice as a location for their recreational activities. in fact, Bigby quite enjoys the view of Rosalind sitting there, legs spread, hair a mess and still left panting and catching her breath from him having deprived her of it for as long as he did. too bad he's stripped that away when his head pushes itself underneath her skirt, nothing but darkness surrounding him as he ruins her panties further.
that is, until she makes a point of trying to pull them as far down as she can from her angle. she's growing desperate in the pursuit of more from him, and the trembling of her voice as she says his name does more to feed his hunger than her actual taste. his lips curl into another satisfied smirk, pulling away from her grip in his hair long enough to tug her underwear down her legs and off of her ankles. it's an early Christmas miracle that he hadn't just ripped them clean off. ]
Only reason I don't ruin these permanently is because I'll want to see you with them on again. —Without the skirt.
[ he's looking up to her as her blouse is opened up and her body is revealed further. she might see how he bites his lip briefly, followed with his tongue running along the curve of muscle in a manner that insists he is enjoying the view. it isn't long after that before he's pressing his stubble against the side of her leg, leaving a trail of kisses that brings him closer to the crux of her thighs with each one. he only pulls away to mumble a response: ]
Order me around all you want. We'll see how well I follow them.
[ she doesn't look like she can deal with more than a second of further delay, so he doesn't provide one. her cunt is bare and awaiting to be devoured as he latches his maw onto her, lips on lips at last. Bigby lets out a satisfied murmur as he draws his tongue up and between her folds, tasting the pool of wetness that has already collected itself over time. his hands grab her by the back of her legs to pull them apart further, keeping her propped up in his palms so that she can continue to feel exposed even when she has more clothes on than himself. ]
[It's a breathed out word, more a sigh than an exclamation, as he finally dives in. Her breath hitches for the way he slides his tongue into her, a hot point of contact that's all the more satisfying for having come at a delay, and Rosalind rakes her fingers through his hair again. Just there, and her eyes flutter closed as she follows his tongue with her mind's eye, dragging up and into her with no shame at all.
Her breath has grown shallower, pants interspersed with little whines she can't help but articulate, but she hasn't lost the capacity for words just yet.]
Tear-- nn-- tear them and you'll be buying me a new set, Bigb-- ah!
[Her hand shoves over her mouth; in a moment, she slips a finger in, biting down hard on her knuckle to stop herself from shrieking again. Moans are acceptable (moans are inevitable), little whines and whimpers that let him know he's doing so very well, but she won't scream for him until he fucks her.
But god, he makes it hard. Rosalind's thighs tremble in his hands as he hoists her up and keeps her legs spread wide, and her head drops back, harsh hot exhales leaving her. She does feel exposed like this, caught and spread wide for his perusal, and she hates that that's something that turns her on.
It also means, she discovers after a moment, that she can't grind her hips forward as emphatically. But damned if she doesn't try; she finally pulls at his hair, rocking her hips forward at the same time, moaning at the result.]
Just-- just like that-- i-it won't-- I won't--
[It won't be long, which is ridiculous, but she's so worked up she hardly cares. She doesn't bother trying to finish that sentence, though-- not only because he'll figure it out, but because she suddenly realizes telling him when she's about to climax might just result in him pulling away.]
[ the reaction allows him to know how badly she wanted this. needed it. he can easily take a guess with regards to how she's already dripping onto his tongue and the biting sensation of nails against his scalp, not to mention how her scent makes her mood blatantly obvious. finding out the old fashioned way is a refreshing change of pace, enough to make him sigh straight into her cunt as his jaw loosens up and he presses his mouth into her further and deeper.
he's amused to find how much she cares to avoid making too much noise. is she so concerned about inflating his ego? does she worry that he won't ever shut up about how he was able to eat her out so well that she screamed her lungs out? perhaps they are valid concerns, but he doesn't give a fuck about any of that right now. the Big Bad Wolf is hungry, and he has a bad habit of not letting go of the things he sinks his (hypothetical) teeth into. the only coercing he gives to the trembling of her thighs is his palms kneading and squeezing at the flesh of her legs harshly, dragging his nails down hard enough to leave thin lines of red in their wake. they've grown long again. oops. perhaps he should get a better handle over that, but again, fuck this Wyver place.
he can still take a moment to appreciate how much she wants to involve herself in this. it isn't quite the same as being pushed into the couch and having a cock fuck your throat into submission, but he allows her to get away with the grinds of her hips forward and into his awaiting mouth. as his tongue drags along her slit, poking and prodding at the hole that wants nothing more than to take him inside, his palms glide south until her ass is taken into his grip. with both cheeks squeezed upon, she will see half of his face obscured by her pussy burying itself into him, nothing more than a nose with flared nostrils and narrowed eyes.
she's fortunate that he has less self-restraint than her. the taste of her juices gliding down his throat is far too addicting, so the idea of giving her some much-needed payback by pulling back at the absolute last second is a lost one. he'd very much like to hold that over her, but she will find that he does the exact opposite. instead of retracting his tongue from her, he merely rolls it around the exposed pink of her cunt, gliding further up until it's flicking right against the hood of her clit. his teeth catch the nub between them for a series of rough bites and nibbles before she finds that he is actively sucking on it.
there's no intent to pull back until she's lost herself to the pressure and over-stimulation. even then, who knows when he will decide to stop. he quite likes Rosalind's accent when it's his name being moaned out, and this is probably the best way to entice that out of her. ]
[His nails drag down her thighs, leaving behind a set of scratches that sting and leave her gasping in pleasure-- never mind when he grabs her ass. That leaves her eager; she squirms just to feel him tighten his grip, delighting in the way he leaves her ass stinging (and oh, someday they'll surely play with that; she still hasn't forgotten the way he'd alluded to spanking her all those weeks ago, but one thing at a time). His nails have grown long again, more claws than nails, and that ought to scare her, it ought to terrify her, but Rosalind moans, dripping into his mouth as another wave of arousal hits her. She can't be damned to be anything but turned on by the way he continuously vacillates between something more human and something more animal.
It's not fair, he's not fair-- his tongue drags over her entrance and Rosalind wails, thrusting her hips forward shamelessly, desperate for him to fill her. Even his fingers (even with those claws, but she's hardly thinking of that) would do; she can so perfectly imagine it, two fingers forcing their way forward, curling in her, stretching wide and getting her ready to take him, and she wants it badly enough she's ready to all but beg him for it.
But no. In a moment his tongue slips upwards, and though she's still aching to be filled, she can't deny this is better. Hotter, as his teeth roughly scrape against her and his lips wrap tight around her clit. Her head tips back, her eyes closing tightly as she drops her fingers out of her mouth and runs them over herself.
She's long since given up on trying to keep silent. Perhaps she'll get a noise complaint tomorrow, but that's for a future Rosalind to worry about. This one right here is far too preoccupied with how fucking good he feels, how utterly hot each stroke of his tongue leaves her, lifting her up and leaving her gasping and jerking. Her hips jerk forward again and again, thrusting and grinding against him, each movement growing more erratic as she chases her finish.
And oh, there it is, and her head snaps back, her body arching off the couch as it hits her hard. There, just like that, and she finds her voice a moment later, moaning jaggedly at each throbbing wave, thrusting her hips forward once, twice, three times, until at last it leaves her and she slumps back on the couch.
And that would be perfect, it really would, except he doesn't pull back. He keeps sucking at her, his tongue flicking up teasingly against her clit, and Rosalind jerks, her toes curling. Heated overstimulation quickly replaces pleasure, overwhelming her, leaving her gasping and squirming within an instant.]
Bigby-- Bigby, I c-can't--
[It's urgently said, and she yanks at his hair, trying to force his mouth back. It's not that she doesn't want a second orgasm, but not right on the tails of her first, she can't possibly-- a minute, that's all she needs, and yet he's not stopping, and she writhes against him, trying to pull back and scramble away.]
[ for someone who makes such an effort to keep up a maintained appearance, to speak with eloquence and formality, Rosalind truly knows how to let loose when the time calls for it. Bigby realizes there is plenty to still learn about this woman, in both her history and her personality, but he never truly expected her to be as reactive as she is in this current state. even without her clothes properly removed and the bed no doubt calling the both of them at this point, she is looking like she is ready to melt into her furniture piece, flushed and needy for more.
they both had known that she would be quick to come the first time; she had spent far too long going down on him to be any less aroused than she is now, and pairing that with both the events of this festival and their tension originating from weeks ago and. well. things would reach a climax eventually, both literally and figuratively. when she does, in fact, come, he's suctioned his mouth so tightly onto her clit that she would find it impossible to pull him off until he chooses to do so. even as her body finds itself hard to tame in its convulsions, he merely shakes his head, silently telling her no. he isn't pulling back until he has had his taste of her.
perhaps he is the opposite of Rosalind. where she would pull away to torment him and see how he would react, he would give and give and give until she couldn't take anymore. that's exactly what happens as her body settles only to find itself tensing up once more upon noticing the surplus of pleasure. Bigby's eyes and their golden hue stare right at her, taking note at every bit of exasperation as he finally pulls his mouth back. it's only for two seconds so that he could grab her by the back of her knees, scrunching her up into the couch so that she is looking up at the ceiling. ]
You can, and you will. You said I owe you two.
[ and back down he goes, connecting his lips with the one between her legs once more. he's eager to suck her juices straight out from the source, hungrily drinking it down in as just a loud, obvious manner as the noises leaving her throat. every moment she tries to wriggle and pull away to separate herself from him, she'll find that it just tightens his grip on her further. Rosalind has no choice but to deal with the relentlessness of his actions, from the stubble of his cheeks pressing into her thighs to the face he shakes his face to-and-fro, undoubtedly ruining his features with her arousal. she wants nothing more than to be fucked by something, and yet, he won't be so kind as to even tease the idea with his fingers.
he will, however, begin to spread her open with the tip of his organ, firm and wide enough in its side to offer a pleasant substitute. it won't reach as far back as she might like, but it's a good appetizer for the moment where his cock will scratch that itch of hers and then some. ]
[It's a snarl that ends in a moan, low and ragged, nearly as pained as it is pleased. It's just too much: every movement of his tongue is like a shockwave of heat searing through her, leaving her nerves standing on end, her body shaking beneath the tight grip of his fingers. She writhes against him, but it's not a conscious effort to get away, not anymore; she simply can't help it. Each flick and drag of his tongue has her whining, and she finally removes her hand from his hair, both reaching up and behind her to grip the fabric of the couch.]
You b-bastard-- that's not-- that's not what I meant and you know-- fuck!
[She shrieks that out as he teases at her entrance, taunting her with what he most emphatically isn't giving her right now. It's a substitute, nothing more, and while it's theoretically better than nothing, Rosalind finds it worse, because now the ache is all the fiercer. She wants-- she wants nothing and everything all at once, she wants him to pull away and at the same time she wants him to shove two fingers into her, stretching her open and filling her up; she wants him to keep forcing her into this, arrogant thing that he is, giving her no choice at all and bending her to his will, and yet she also wants him to obey, because it's infuriating that he won't. He's infuriating, he's overwhelming, he's addicting, and Rosalind knows right now she won't be able to limit herself to just one night.
But that's not really a thought, because she isn't thinking. She pants down at him in open-mouthed desire, blue eyes locked on gold, her own frantic where his are smug and self-satisfied. Perhaps she ought to shove her hand over her mouth again, muffling herself purely to deny him. Perhaps she ought to just lie back and take it, giving up on the idea of retorting in any fashion. But Rosalind has never taken well to simply losing, never mind going silent; though her chest is heaving and her voice is ragged, she still forces the words out.]
I s-swear the moment you let me go I'm going to slap you-- at least put your fingers to me!
[She's definitely going to get a noise complaint. Oh, well.]
[ it'd be easy to clamp his hand over her mouth as he keeps her in such a restrictive position, to limit her cursing and her threats so that there would be nothing but moans from Rosalind. he'd probably find his palm bleeding from how hard she'd be biting into the skin, but it doesn't matter. Bigby figures he's plugged her throat and stopped herself from talking long enough for one night, so he gives her the opportunity to say what she would like. the simple fact that she is able to even get words out in her current state speaks volumes.
she finds it in her to demand more, even when her body wants nothing more than to lie back and recompose itself. his tongue, as strong and powerful and dedicated as it is, wasn't giving her what she truly needed. Bigby's brows furrow when she barks out for him to fuck her with his fingers, and of course he doesn't comply. not immediately. he draws it out longer, kissing and sucking onto her cunt's lips once more before pulling back. there's a mess of spit and juices splintering off into several thin strands as he does so, mouth swollen and red as he runs his organ along them to both clean himself and taste her further. vulgarly, he spits some of the collective fluids right back onto her crotch, and only then does he give her what she wants. ]
You fucking asked for it.
[ his palm smears itself into Rosalind's groin, feeling the sheer heat coming from her instantaneously. he rubs roughly at her clit for a second or three before two pointed digits drag themselves down south, pushing into her folds and against her entrance. it is fortunate that he can control his powers to the point of bringing his nails back down to a safe level of sharpness, and as such, he has no qualms or restraints about shoving the pair of fingers straight into her. he isn't slow in his effort to spread her open, forcing them past the ridges of her inner walls and not stopping until his knuckles are kissing against her.
Bigby watches hungrily as she is left so exposed and filled, idly dragging his tongue along her inner thigh before biting at it carefully. he curls his fingers and makes a purpose of applying pressure, studying her features to see what point sends the most shivers through her body or the coarsest of gasps. ]
[She gasps in indignation as he spits into her, furious at him for the sheer crudeness of the act-- but before she can snap at him, he's forcing his fingers into her, stretching her open and filling her in the precise way she's been craving, and then all thoughts go out the window. Rosalind moans, the noise loud and ragged, her head dropping back as she rolls her hips up again and again.
For the first time, she can't answer. Not even once the initial shocks have faded; the moment he curls his fingers she's lost. Her expression has melted, going from indignant and furious to something far more pliant. That won't last, not past this round, but for just this moment, Rosalind slumps back, focusing on nothing more save the way he's working her.
It still hurts, but in a far more manageable way. It means she isn't writhing and screaming against him at every movement; instead she gasps, her hips jerking up as he curls his fingers just so, heat flooding through her in tight bursts again and again. Her legs shake involuntarily, and there's a special yelp of pleasure and pain for when he sets his teeth to her thigh. It won't be long, not if he keeps this up.]
B-Bigby--
[Oh, god, she sounds inane, she sounds utterly lost, but that's all she can manage right now. Just his name moaned out raggedly, her eyes fluttering as she feels herself build up a second time. But no, she won't-- she refuses to let that be the end of this, she won't let him simply take over because he's shoved his fingers in her, he'll be insufferable--
Still planning on slapping me, he'd asked, and Rosalind nods jerkily, finally answering him. At least it won't be because she's upset with him, but he'd certainly seemed to enjoy it last time, hadn't he? But oh, god, and she drops back again, panting open-mouthed as she darts a hand between her leg and drags her own fingers over her clit.]
[ if Rosalind is still finding herself surprised with Bigby's crudeness, she hasn't gotten to know him very well. there is nothing about Bigby that isn't the definition of crude. she's about to fuck a goddamned wolf-man. it comes with the territory. there may be a few moments where he will bless her with tenderness, but if she blinks, she might miss it. she will surely be distracted by the sharpness of his fangs sinking into the flesh of her thigh, biting and sucking as a way to keep himself at bay while his fingers did the work.
it's easy to figure out just how hard she is trying to stop herself from getting off so quickly. he doesn't make it easy for her. his fingers continue to pound into her cunt with no remorse, even when her walls get tighter and her legs tighten out of reflex, surely a sign of her physically preventing herself from reaching a second orgasm. he merely continues smirking with satisfaction when she manages to nod, and it isn't long after when he lazily drags his tongue up her leg until it's running along just above his prodding fingers.
she won't be able to rub her clit for long. he licks and runs his organ around her digit, tasting the juices that have already slicked her skin. whether she wants to or not, he's taking her finger inside of his mouth, lips tightening around the width of it to give a resounding suck. it is only fitting that he lets her feel some type of warmth when considering the heat pouring out onto his own palm. Bigby will be satisfied for pissing her off by depriving her of any stimulation to her clit, but he will take her getting further aroused by the sight of the gruff man willingly pushing her finger down into his tongue until it's disappeared inside.
the worst part is that he'll sink his teeth down into the joint to keep her from pulling back if she decides to do so. it is safe to say he's going to keep her like this until she comes once more; considering his fingers continue to stretch and fuck her with no sign of slowing, she may not have to deal with him being insufferable for long. ]
[She opens her mouth to frame a curse, but nothing emerges but a moan, low and ragged. She can't speak, not right now, though she desperately wants to: to gasp in approval at that deep bite to her thigh; to snarl at him for pulling her fingers away from her; to let out a frustrated howl of her own at the way he's so bloody infuriating as he teases and taunts her.
Ah, no, that's not right. She almost manages to say something, as he bites at her fingers and refuses to let her touch herself. Her mouth opens to frame the word, and she nearly gets it out--]
Ple--
[Except then she bites her bottom lip, swallowing it back until she's certain she won't say such a stupid thing. Pleading with him, no, she won't, she won't, no matter that every inch of her body is on fire, no matter that there's some tiny part of her that wants to beg him just to see how smug he'd get, no. If he wants that, he'll have to earn it out of her later on.
But no matter how she fights it, he's absolutely correct about one thing: it really won't be long, whether she wants it or not, because the way he's working her really only has one conclusion. Never mind when he takes her fingers in his mouth, god-- her eyes lock on that, wide and eager, and oh, god, but she's so predictable in her fixations sometimes, but there's something about the hot slide of his tongue against her fingers that absolutely sets her off. Coupled with the way he's so relentless in the way he's fucking her, and soon she's tumbling over the edge.
And god, fucking hell, but it hits her hard-- like a bloody sledgehammer, wracking through her body as she jerks her head back and shrieks, loud enough that it echoes around the apartment. Once, twice, three times, throbbing around his fingers and dripping messily against his lips, his name caught up somewhere in the way she screams for him.
Her ears are ringing when she finally comes down from it, her eyes hazy and her body trembling, but she has one coherent thought, at least.]
Don't you dare go for a third one--
[Her voice is ragged, her mouth dropped open as she stares at him. She's still hoisted up, her legs spread and her knees by her ears, but she manages to sum up at least a little authoritativeness.
But he's contrary. And so in case he's getting any wise ideas about shoving his tongue back in her--]
Bring me to the bed. It's far past time you fucked me.
[He's still got his fingers in her, which means he'll be able to feel the way she throbs for that. But god, she wants to feel him in her.]
[ he doesn't rush to pull her fingers out from between his lips, sucking them dry while also soaking them further with his spit. he lets them settle against his tongue as she rides through the high of her second orgasm, only pulling back when her body comes crashing down as hard as it does. only figuratively, of course, because she is still displayed to him in such a lewd, vivid manner. a manner that he will surely remember for the days or weeks to come. enough to make him want more in the future, long after the lust in the air is gone.
his fingers pull out of her in the process, watching the thin tendrils of arousal break apart with satisfaction. of course Bigby is taking his time now. whether or not it is because he wants to be insufferable is up for her to decide. ]
Oh, a third time might not be so bad. [ he teases the idea by dragging his tongue, long and deep, along the entirety of her cunt one last time. like a true animal, it seems. ] Can't even fucking say please.
[ Bigby won't force her to lie in the couch any longer than she already has. there's a grunt from him as he pulls himself up to his feet, and with him comes Rosalind. she weighs almost nothing to him, scooping her into his arms with little to no effort as he brings her to where he imagines her bedroom to be. it's not hard to find. Wyver is... simple like that. ]
And how is it you want to be fucked for the first time, Ms. Lutece. On your back? Bent over? Oh. Bet you'd be happy to ride me.
[ annnd that's him dropping her into the bed. it's not an outright toss, mind you, but she'll be splayed out on the end of the bed as Bigby discards whatever remaining clothing he has on at this point in time. Bigby seems pleased with himself to be towering over her right now. it allows him to watch every little move she makes. ]
[She grips him a little more tightly than she has to as he hoists her up in his arms, leery even now that she'll somehow be dropped or handled clumsily. He does neither, of course; any rough spots are intentional, and even then, she can't begrudge him them. She ends up sprawled on the bed, her legs spread and her eyes hungry as they stare up at him.
But it seems he wants to watch right now. Well, that suits her just fine. Let him watch; she's more than a few clothes of her own to take care of right now anyway. Rosalind rolls her shoulders back, tugging her blouse off properly. Her skirt comes next, slipped over her hips and discarded off the edge of the bed. Just stockings and her bra left, but Rosalind waits a moment, preferring to stare back up at him instead. Her expression is as arrogant as she can make it, despite the fact she's got her legs pressed tight together in an attempt to stave off some oversensitivity.]
I hardly see why I have to choose just one.
[First time, he says, and Rosalind abruptly wonders if he means for the first time in Nysa or for the first time tonight. God, and her thighs press tighter for a moment, a shiver running through her at the thought.]
You're right: I would like to ride you. And when we tire of that, you can bend me over the bed.
[She punctuates that by reaching behind her, finally unhooking the clasp and letting the lacy garment fall from her figure. It leaves them even, equally exposed and undressed, and yet somehow under his predatory gaze Ros ends up feeling more naked than ever.
Perhaps that's why she lifts one foot, resting it firmly against his chest. She's still got her stockings on, and of course it'd be a moment's work for her to take them off, but why should she?]
Take them off. Nicely, Bigby. Don't rip or tear, and you'll get a reward.
[ as much as he enjoyed the view of Rosalind in clothes that are ruined and completely unlike her normal appearance, he is more than willing to accept the change of pace. as more skin reveals itself, she can see his eyes roam over every inch of her body, from her taut stomach to the perky shape of her breasts as they rise and fall. it'd be nice to clamp his mouth on one and suck on it until his teeth have left marks that would remain throughout the morning, but he's still standing, looking down at her as if to prove a point. ]
I can and I will.
[ he says this only when her foot is pressing into his chest. the question is, was he responding to her preference to the order of events or was he admitting he would tear through her stockings? hm. Bigbiy runs a hand along the length of her leg, feeling the sheer fabric against his palm. he entices her to gasp by running one of those sharpened nails along it in a threatening manner, but it isn't long before he hooks his finger underneath and begins to guide it down to her shin.
one is off and it is followed by the next. no ripping or tearing is to be found, although he continues to try and scare her by sometimes leaning in to kiss her leg only to catch the stocking with his teeth to give a brief tug. she's now left completely bare and ready, and for the first time all night, they actually looked prepared to fuck. funny how that works. ]
[Since he's so fond of earning reactions, he'll surely delight in the way she stiffens and squirms and scowls each time he teasingly threatens to rip the delicate fabric. It isn't overt or obvious, but he gets a response, and that's more than most men have managed.
It's worth it, though, for the way his fingers trace over the curve of her leg. He kisses her, and there's nothing reverent or gentle about it, but still she shivers in response, her toes curling. It's such a reversal from the rough way he'd handled her before, and the whiplash leaves her blinking.
But then he's done, and Rosalind retracts her leg, reclining back on the bed instead.]
It depends on what would please you most. I've a good sense of you, but not enough, not yet. What kind of man are you?
[Because for all she's eager to deprive him, she won't go back on her word. She slips a hand down, sliding her fingers almost idly against herself. She isn't nearly ready to get off again, but there's no harm in the way she pushes her fingers against her cunt, teasing over her entrance and leaving her fingers dripping wet.]
You were so eager to assert the fact you finish wherever you like . . . you might come on me. I won't be stupid enough to make a joke about marking your territory, but you would be the first here to do such a thing. Is that the sort of thing that gets you off?
Mm. I might suggest you watch me take something, but we'll have to save that for next time.
[Not only because she has none of her things here, but because there's no way in hell Rosalind Lutece is going to walk into a sex shop. Robert had done it before; Bigby can do it now if that's something he wants to see. But mm . . . her smile stutters, her eyes going hooded as she keeps moving her fingers.]
Perhaps I'll just say please. Just the once, just for you.
[ what kind of man is he? that's a loaded question. an honest answer is saying he isn't a man at all, but he isn't prepared to go down that road when his cock is out and her legs are spread and they are both very naked for the first time. the implication of what she is asking is obvious and he only thinks on it for a moment longer before finding himself distracted in the way her fingers dance along the sensitive nerves of her mound. brief and idle as it may be, it's a pleasant view. pairing it with the idea of her quote unquote taking something makes all the better. ]
It wouldn't be a bad idea to make a mess of you, no. [ if she's going to reach down and touch herself, he will do the same. fingers squeeze at the base of his cock as he strokes up, giving himself some temporary relief. even if he's had an orgasm of his own, he's dealt with an erection throughout the entirety of hers. ] But there's only one thing you're going to be taking that I care about, and that's from me.
[ there's a hand on the side of her knee as he pushes her legs apart further until the one he is touching is on its side and pressed into the sheets. he wants a better view since the one she has of him is out and in the open. he's stroking at a more languid pace now, showing he is capable of taking his time when he chooses to. ]
That doesn't count, right? Saying please like that. If that's what you're going to do, I want to hear a please what. What do you want from me, Rosalind.
[She shifts, moving with his prompting, spreading her legs wider so he can look all he likes. Two fingers trace over her entrance again and again, dipping down low and pressing hard without ever quite forcing their way forward, as her teeth worry at her bottom lip again. It'd be the work of a moment to slip her fingers forward, but that'd miss the point entirely. Much better to tease herself over and over, so when she finally ends up taking him she'll be all the more hungry for it.
Though she is hungry for it. It's only been a few minutes since he'd drawn his fingers out of her, but Rosalind aches to be filled already, her mind half-fantasizing about how good it'll feel to sink down on him, stretching herself open and satisfying herself as she's been aching to since they began.
What does she want from him . . .]
I want you to fuck me, of course.
[She shivers as she draws her fingers back, shifting to rise up and kneel instead. It gives her far more power than lying sprawled had, and she'll need that for what she says next.]
Hard, though. As hard as you went before, hard enough that I'm left with bruises on my hips and my throat is aching from how loudly I've been screaming for you. I want you to mark me up-- not where anyone can see the next day, thank you, but elsewhere. And I want you to-- [there's just the slightest hesitation, and then:] --to make me helpless. To pin me down as you fuck me, either when you're bending me over something or I'm flat on my back.
[Hmm . . . hmm hmm hmm, and she puts her wet fingers to her lips, slipping them into her mouth so she can clean them off.]
And I want to ride you. I want you to keep your hands to yourself and let me set the pace, so I can do as I like with you for as long as I like. Do you think you could manage that? You'd be more than welcome to use your mouth, of course, but even then, I wonder.
[So. So, with all of that in mind, she leans forward, reaching for him, her hands on his shoulders, pressing up against him and nosing at his jawline. His cock is pressed up against her belly, pre smearing over her skin as he throbs against her, and she smiles faintly.]
So . . . please, Bigby, will you do all that to me? Though I think . . . nn, at this point, I think I could happily get none of that, so long as I got you fucking me before the night ends. Please, please come fuck me, because I can't stand not having every inch of you deep in me right now.
[ it would have been easy for the both of them to call it quits after they've had their fair share of orgasms, with or without penetration. but they've both been well aware of what everything has been leading up to, that they wanted something more than foreplay from the absolute beginning. her body may be tender and sensitive and there is no doubt Rosalind would be feeling the consequences of all of this in the morning, but there's something chemical working its way through them right now. not even because of the bullshit involving the festival.
her words paint a picture that would probably make any man want to go for another round, with or without the powers of a Fable. Bigby's been ready and willing to go since he's put her mouth on her, however, so when she is on her knees and being so damned descriptive, it causes nothing more than a physical ache in the cock bobbing up and down between his legs. he tries to contend to it by continuing the stroking motions of his wrist, and she should realize she is successful in riling him up when the speed quickens the more Rosalind goes on. ]
That's... hm. Okay.
[ he's at a loss for words, really. not a lot of women have been as vocal as she has been in that moment, and Bigby isn't sure how to process that. pair it with the fact that she's now touching him again and he almost feels like he is out of his element. he doesn't need long to get a grasp of himself, mind you, reminding of just how physical things are right now when his cock brushes against the taut shape of her stomach. his grip on his cock is abandoned in favor of reaching back to grab her by her ass, something that is certainly expected of the man at this point in their... relationship. ]
I'll be good and let you have your turn first. Consider it a thank you for being so generous.
[ you know, with the please and what not. Bigby allows himself to crawl onto the bed so that he is now on his knees as well, his height over her substantial enough to force him to look downwards towards her. fingers refuse to unlatch themselves from her backside as he feels the blunt head of his cock brush along her lips, and he makes a point of rotating his hips around to get more of that sensation. it's something to tide himself over with until she flips him over and takes what she wants for a change. ]
Take too long and I'm going to change my mind, though.
[It's not that she's forgotten just how dominant he can be when he's roused, not when her throat still aches from the memory of being fucked against the couch. But he looks so overwhelmed right now, his hand jerking faster and his words ineloquent, and that makes her arrogant.
So though she shivers in oversensitivity as he kneels next to her and slots his cock against her, there's something cocky in her smile. She even laughs, softly and smugly, and leans forward to nip at his jaw.]
Aren't you kind? I'd be flattered if I didn't think you were desperate for me to let you put your prick in me.
[But enough. She pushes his shoulders, trying to get him to sit back-- and assuming he's as amiable to complying as he is to giving her her turn first, she straddles him, exhaling harshly as she does. Perhaps if they'd done this earlier, she would have had patience to tease. She might have rocked her hips against him and grinded down and gotten his cock soaking wet before she dreamed of letting him slip it in her-- but as it is, Rosalind has long since burned up her stores of patience.
She reaches between them, pressing him forward, and there, nudging against her entrance, hot and thick enough to have her gasping from the pressure. Slowly, slowly, Rosalind sinks lower in his lap, easing herself onto him. It's not just to tease (though she'd be lying if she said she wasn't drinking in his expression for every flicker and reaction he gives her). But he's so big; to drop down on him all at once would be . . . god. It might just kill her, frankly, though it's a hot thought.
Going slowly is killing her a little, though it's in the best possible way. Fuck, and she breathes the word out, her head ducking down as she keeps moving. He'd made her come twice, she's soaking wet, but still she whimpers softly as he stretches her open. Big, she'd thought when he'd fucked her mouth, but that was nothing compared to how she feels now.
But eventually, he bottoms out. Eventually, he sinks entirely into her, stretching her wide, and Rosalind groans. But far be it for her not to take what she wants: soon her hips rock, her breath leaving her in heated pants as she picks up the pace.]
[ they've more than met their quota of foreplay prior to them finally moving to the bedroom, so Bigby isn't going to be left wanting if she skips the part where she grinds down onto him until he is left squirming. she should be pleased to know that he isn't resistant to the idea of being pushed back, hitting her mattress with a ceremonious thud. staring up at her is a new angle, one of many he has seen this evening alone. while she handles guiding his cock to her cunt, his hands find security on her thighs, running them up and down the length of them as if he didn't know how to simply lie still.
once he feels the initial tightness of her spreading to fit his tip inside, he's left squeezing at anything she can hold onto. in typical Bigby fashion, it is far from gentle. she would find moving her lower half nearly impossible, but fortunately she has continued access to her hips. enough to allow her to continue to slide down and take him inch by inch. surprisingly, he isn't even in a rush for her to sit down on his lap completely. he has had his fun in forcing something so big in something so small and tight once tonight, so they can take things slowly for a change. ]
I don't always want to do the work. Mmf... I figure it frustrates the fuck out of you that you can't be as dominant as you might be with someone else, so enjoy it while you... can...
[ not that it would be impossible to be dominant from the bottom. it'd be so easy to grab her by the hips, hold her still and barrel his cock into her. the benefit would be to see how quick the air in her lungs would escape, how her voice would shake with every moan she let out, how her breasts would look bouncing uncontrollably. he figures he can still benefit from that at her own pace, however, so he lets her have her fun.
once she's gone and sheathed his entire length inside her confines, he reaches up, not stopping until his hand is secured on the back of her neck. fingers tangle themselves into her red hair, but he doesn't pull or grow overly rough. he instead scratches into her scalp, looking into her eyes with a fierce gaze as if he's trying to call some kind of bluff. ]
If you're wanting my hands to myself, you better pin them down and get to riding, sweetheart. I know you can take more and take it faster.
[As if on cue, Rosalind's hips slow. She raises an eyebrow, looking at him in silence for a long few seconds, letting his words linger in the air between them. And then, without a single word of warning, she draws her hand back, slapping him soundly.
The resulting clap is utterly satisfying, and though it leaves her hand just as stinging and reddened as it had the first time she slapped him, it's worth it.]
No.
[It's as much a command as it is a scolding statement, and her hand darts back, threading in his hair as she tips his head back. Rosalind leans in, pressing their bodies together, very much aware of how she's throbbing around him even as her voice says cool and commanding.]
If you're doing as I say, Mr. Wolf, then you'll follow my rules as well. No patronizing nicknames, no good girl or sweetheart as thought I'm sixteen . . . you can hold my hips. You can use your mouth on me. But if I hear something out of you that's a command and not a question, if you start to grab and grope me, if you don't follow the rules . . . I'll stop again.
[She leans in, brushing their lips together in a gentle kiss, before nipping at his bottom lip.]
Understood, sweetness?
this thread is almost 3 months old and it's all my fault
[ yeah, okay. Bigby probably expected a response like that as a result of his goading. does it make the stinging sensation on his jaw any less prominent? no. even he has to reel back when she slaps him as hard as she does, clearly not holding back on account of making sure she doesn't actually hurt him. of course he can handle it — he's dealt with much, much worse — but the face he makes is a mixture of surprise and amusement. maybe even... satisfaction?
so what if he enjoys making her angry. he thinks she likes it when she's that way. gives her an excuse to truly let loose. ]
No? [ oh. that's his head being tilted back now. she may feel how he can appreciation her new level of aggression when his cock twitches up into her walls. ] I thought sweetheart sounded cute, but... mm. [ he's cut off when she kisses him, and the feeling of teeth biting down on his lip entices a deep inhale of breath. Rosalind's doing something right here if he decides to not outright combat her every direction, and he shows he complies when he pulls his hands from her altogether.
they instead move and his digits lace together behind his head as he gets comfortable just watching her on top. his cheek is still red from her prior treatment, but he doesn't seem all too concerned about that. ]
You probably don't have it in you to stop, you know. [ that isn't a command! and therefore he didn't break any rules. that counts, doesn't it. ] Not that either of us want that. You know you wanted my cock inside your cunt long before tonight, so...
[ him too, but they don't need to talk about that. ]
[She scoffs loudly, even she she presses her hands firm against his chest, leaning her weight forward, perfectly aware of what a view that gives him. She's already a bit of a mess, with scratches down her legs and her skin shining with sweat, her cunt soaked and her breasts pert as she shudders in pleasure.]
Sorry, who was it who threw a fit when the other stopped? Who was it that growled and stomped his foot and couldn't last thirty seconds of being edged? Oh, yes-- it was you, wasn't it?
[One hand lifts, her fingers sliding gently over his lips, a patronizing parody of sweetness.]
Don't try and play at superiority, Mr. Wolf. If you can't handle something as tame as that, there's an awful lot you're not going to be able to deal with when it comes to me.
[But he's right in that she's impatient. And he's absolutely right that she's wanted him in her since the first time they met. God, she would have happily let him hoist her up against the wall that first day, because there's something about Bigby Wolf that sets off all her buttons and leaves her equally eager to shut him up and fuck him. But still she glares down at him, hating him for being so smug. Her nails dig into his chest as her hips rock back-- slow at first, but within a few seconds her pace quickens, her hips rocking back harder and harder. Her head ducks down, her teeth digging into her bottom lip to stop herself from gasping out the moans and whimpers that she so desperately wants to let loose. He's going to have to fuck those out of her; for now, he ought to appreciate the sight of her bouncing on his prick, her breasts rising and falling as she gives this her all.
She drops down hard on him again and again and again, a muffled wail sounding each time she slams her hips down, her whole body feeling as though it's on fire for how she's fucking herself on him. More, and she arches her back, spreading her legs wider so she can sink down even further, taking him in deep and rotating her hips around.]
You manage to... nnn, talk a lot with no air in your lungs, you know that?
[ Bigby isn't going to directly answer her rhetorical, provocative questions. they both know she is right in the fact that he couldn't contain himself when she pulled away at the worst opportune second, but he wasn't talking about him at that very moment. technicalities! he was talking about her, because like hell is she capable of drawing her cunt away from his cock. the idea of leaving her bare and empty seems unfathomable now that they've both gotten to the point where he is finally fucking it.
the only idea that seems probably now is making sure he keeps it filled until he is no longer physically able to.
Bigby's a good boy, though. she tells him to keep his hands on certain parts of her body, to not interfere with her bouncing and riding in anyway. his hands return to touching her, as they would both suspect, one palm quick to push up at the swell of her breast until it's left bouncing right into his hand for a tight squeeze. the other reaches around to squeeze at her ass, only barely asserting enough pressure to lift it up when she draws her body away from his lap.
it isn't long before she's taking him to the base with ease, and he has to admire her ability to do that so quickly. then again; if her throat had managed to stretch to the point it needed to accept him inside of her, she might as well be able to accept it through other means. even if he lets her do all of the work, he can't help but allow his hips to twitch and buck up into her every now and then, indicating that it is hard to remain still when she's bouncing so goddamned fast. ]
Keep... keep bouncing and you're going to have to quickly find out if you're alright with me coming inside, you know... fuck.
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originallutece) wrote2017-09-22 05:41 pm
sorry for tl;dr
his orgasm comes, and by god did it come, and it's gone just as fast. Rosalind may be concerned that he is a typical guy, having emptied himself inside of her and ready to call it quits on the spot. that is not the case. not in the slightest. as the two of them sit on the ground of all places, thighs pressing together, she can probably sneak a peek down below and see how his cock hasn't even teased the idea of losing its erection. in fact, it's still pulsating in a lively fashion, a few remnants of pre dribbling out of his slit along with her spit. ]
You're a tough one. I'll give you that much. Surprised you can talk right now.
[ seriously, he's going to go ahead and give her kudos. Rosalind said how much she enjoyed having a cock inside her mouth as a way of toying with him before, but he wholeheartedly believes that statement now. as he watches the conflict in her eyes, just knowing she wants more of his taste, he just barely reveals his teeth to her in a confident, typically-smile of sorts. his intent is probably more obvious in the tug of his lips than anything else on his face right now. ]
Seemed rude to stop you to make sure I pulled your skirt off. Sue me.
[ there won't be a minute to rest. it isn't more than a handful of seconds later before Bigby is jumping back up to his feet at an unreasonably fast speed. Rosalind will find herself following him whether or not she likes it, pulled up and off of the ground as if, again, she weighed nothing. she's thrown into the couch before she may even realize what is going on, and just like that, Bigby is on his knees again. perhaps it's out of spite or perhaps it's impatience to get right to it, but her skirt isn't pulled off. it is instead rolled up her legs until the creamy white flesh of her inner thighs is exposed, likely glistening with arousal.
perhaps it would also make sense to at least pull her panties off. he does not. she doesn't get another peep from him as he grabs her by the ankles and drags her straight down into his awaiting maw. his face stuffs itself underneath the bunched up skirt and he is met with immediate warmth and wetness. Bigby lets out another familiar noise akin to a growl as he mouths against her clothed cunt, dragging a tongue stronger than most along the lace repeatedly, only stopping to tease her with the idea of his teeth nipping at the fabric to pull it away. she'll get what she wants. soon. ]
never be sorry for tl;dr
Except he doesn't yank at her panties. He doesn't tear them off (and she'd had half a mind to warn him not to tear, nor to dig in with his claws as he gripped her ankles, because both stockings and lingerie are expensive and she's not made of money, except saying all that would require being able to think much in the first place). No, he simply mouths at her, his tongue hot and yet removed, there and yet not, utterly infuriating in the tease of it all.]
Bigby--
[Rosalind shoves her panties down low on her hips, trying to encourage him to remove them entirely. Her other hand smooths through his hair, sweeping it back away from his face. She doesn't try and control him, not yet, though she's throbbing beneath his attentions, needy and yet not at all getting what she wants. Each time he nips at the fabric she jerks, her hips lifting up, because surely now will be the time when he tugs them down--]
Properly-- go on, I k-know you know how--
[He hasn't even gotten his mouth on her and she's already stuttering, but on the other hand, how is she to help it? She's impossibly wet for him, riled up from the bar and the way he'd groped at her; the heavy heat of his cock in her mouth and the lingering aftertaste he'd left behind; and above all that heat, pulsing through her and leaving her far needier than normal.
Her free hand comes up again, tugging at her blouse. In a moment she's loosened the buttons; it hangs open, framing a pale torso and the curve of her breasts, held sweetly in place by a bra that matches the panties he still hasn't pulled down.]
Or are you waiting for an order?
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that is, until she makes a point of trying to pull them as far down as she can from her angle. she's growing desperate in the pursuit of more from him, and the trembling of her voice as she says his name does more to feed his hunger than her actual taste. his lips curl into another satisfied smirk, pulling away from her grip in his hair long enough to tug her underwear down her legs and off of her ankles. it's an early Christmas miracle that he hadn't just ripped them clean off. ]
Only reason I don't ruin these permanently is because I'll want to see you with them on again. —Without the skirt.
[ he's looking up to her as her blouse is opened up and her body is revealed further. she might see how he bites his lip briefly, followed with his tongue running along the curve of muscle in a manner that insists he is enjoying the view. it isn't long after that before he's pressing his stubble against the side of her leg, leaving a trail of kisses that brings him closer to the crux of her thighs with each one. he only pulls away to mumble a response: ]
Order me around all you want. We'll see how well I follow them.
[ she doesn't look like she can deal with more than a second of further delay, so he doesn't provide one. her cunt is bare and awaiting to be devoured as he latches his maw onto her, lips on lips at last. Bigby lets out a satisfied murmur as he draws his tongue up and between her folds, tasting the pool of wetness that has already collected itself over time. his hands grab her by the back of her legs to pull them apart further, keeping her propped up in his palms so that she can continue to feel exposed even when she has more clothes on than himself. ]
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[It's a breathed out word, more a sigh than an exclamation, as he finally dives in. Her breath hitches for the way he slides his tongue into her, a hot point of contact that's all the more satisfying for having come at a delay, and Rosalind rakes her fingers through his hair again. Just there, and her eyes flutter closed as she follows his tongue with her mind's eye, dragging up and into her with no shame at all.
Her breath has grown shallower, pants interspersed with little whines she can't help but articulate, but she hasn't lost the capacity for words just yet.]
Tear-- nn-- tear them and you'll be buying me a new set, Bigb-- ah!
[Her hand shoves over her mouth; in a moment, she slips a finger in, biting down hard on her knuckle to stop herself from shrieking again. Moans are acceptable (moans are inevitable), little whines and whimpers that let him know he's doing so very well, but she won't scream for him until he fucks her.
But god, he makes it hard. Rosalind's thighs tremble in his hands as he hoists her up and keeps her legs spread wide, and her head drops back, harsh hot exhales leaving her. She does feel exposed like this, caught and spread wide for his perusal, and she hates that that's something that turns her on.
It also means, she discovers after a moment, that she can't grind her hips forward as emphatically. But damned if she doesn't try; she finally pulls at his hair, rocking her hips forward at the same time, moaning at the result.]
Just-- just like that-- i-it won't-- I won't--
[It won't be long, which is ridiculous, but she's so worked up she hardly cares. She doesn't bother trying to finish that sentence, though-- not only because he'll figure it out, but because she suddenly realizes telling him when she's about to climax might just result in him pulling away.]
rejoice for i am here again
he's amused to find how much she cares to avoid making too much noise. is she so concerned about inflating his ego? does she worry that he won't ever shut up about how he was able to eat her out so well that she screamed her lungs out? perhaps they are valid concerns, but he doesn't give a fuck about any of that right now. the Big Bad Wolf is hungry, and he has a bad habit of not letting go of the things he sinks his (hypothetical) teeth into. the only coercing he gives to the trembling of her thighs is his palms kneading and squeezing at the flesh of her legs harshly, dragging his nails down hard enough to leave thin lines of red in their wake. they've grown long again. oops. perhaps he should get a better handle over that, but again, fuck this Wyver place.
he can still take a moment to appreciate how much she wants to involve herself in this. it isn't quite the same as being pushed into the couch and having a cock fuck your throat into submission, but he allows her to get away with the grinds of her hips forward and into his awaiting mouth. as his tongue drags along her slit, poking and prodding at the hole that wants nothing more than to take him inside, his palms glide south until her ass is taken into his grip. with both cheeks squeezed upon, she will see half of his face obscured by her pussy burying itself into him, nothing more than a nose with flared nostrils and narrowed eyes.
she's fortunate that he has less self-restraint than her. the taste of her juices gliding down his throat is far too addicting, so the idea of giving her some much-needed payback by pulling back at the absolute last second is a lost one. he'd very much like to hold that over her, but she will find that he does the exact opposite. instead of retracting his tongue from her, he merely rolls it around the exposed pink of her cunt, gliding further up until it's flicking right against the hood of her clit. his teeth catch the nub between them for a series of rough bites and nibbles before she finds that he is actively sucking on it.
there's no intent to pull back until she's lost herself to the pressure and over-stimulation. even then, who knows when he will decide to stop. he quite likes Rosalind's accent when it's his name being moaned out, and this is probably the best way to entice that out of her. ]
what a time to be alive
It's not fair, he's not fair-- his tongue drags over her entrance and Rosalind wails, thrusting her hips forward shamelessly, desperate for him to fill her. Even his fingers (even with those claws, but she's hardly thinking of that) would do; she can so perfectly imagine it, two fingers forcing their way forward, curling in her, stretching wide and getting her ready to take him, and she wants it badly enough she's ready to all but beg him for it.
But no. In a moment his tongue slips upwards, and though she's still aching to be filled, she can't deny this is better. Hotter, as his teeth roughly scrape against her and his lips wrap tight around her clit. Her head tips back, her eyes closing tightly as she drops her fingers out of her mouth and runs them over herself.
She's long since given up on trying to keep silent. Perhaps she'll get a noise complaint tomorrow, but that's for a future Rosalind to worry about. This one right here is far too preoccupied with how fucking good he feels, how utterly hot each stroke of his tongue leaves her, lifting her up and leaving her gasping and jerking. Her hips jerk forward again and again, thrusting and grinding against him, each movement growing more erratic as she chases her finish.
And oh, there it is, and her head snaps back, her body arching off the couch as it hits her hard. There, just like that, and she finds her voice a moment later, moaning jaggedly at each throbbing wave, thrusting her hips forward once, twice, three times, until at last it leaves her and she slumps back on the couch.
And that would be perfect, it really would, except he doesn't pull back. He keeps sucking at her, his tongue flicking up teasingly against her clit, and Rosalind jerks, her toes curling. Heated overstimulation quickly replaces pleasure, overwhelming her, leaving her gasping and squirming within an instant.]
Bigby-- Bigby, I c-can't--
[It's urgently said, and she yanks at his hair, trying to force his mouth back. It's not that she doesn't want a second orgasm, but not right on the tails of her first, she can't possibly-- a minute, that's all she needs, and yet he's not stopping, and she writhes against him, trying to pull back and scramble away.]
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they both had known that she would be quick to come the first time; she had spent far too long going down on him to be any less aroused than she is now, and pairing that with both the events of this festival and their tension originating from weeks ago and. well. things would reach a climax eventually, both literally and figuratively. when she does, in fact, come, he's suctioned his mouth so tightly onto her clit that she would find it impossible to pull him off until he chooses to do so. even as her body finds itself hard to tame in its convulsions, he merely shakes his head, silently telling her no. he isn't pulling back until he has had his taste of her.
perhaps he is the opposite of Rosalind. where she would pull away to torment him and see how he would react, he would give and give and give until she couldn't take anymore. that's exactly what happens as her body settles only to find itself tensing up once more upon noticing the surplus of pleasure. Bigby's eyes and their golden hue stare right at her, taking note at every bit of exasperation as he finally pulls his mouth back. it's only for two seconds so that he could grab her by the back of her knees, scrunching her up into the couch so that she is looking up at the ceiling. ]
You can, and you will. You said I owe you two.
[ and back down he goes, connecting his lips with the one between her legs once more. he's eager to suck her juices straight out from the source, hungrily drinking it down in as just a loud, obvious manner as the noises leaving her throat. every moment she tries to wriggle and pull away to separate herself from him, she'll find that it just tightens his grip on her further. Rosalind has no choice but to deal with the relentlessness of his actions, from the stubble of his cheeks pressing into her thighs to the face he shakes his face to-and-fro, undoubtedly ruining his features with her arousal. she wants nothing more than to be fucked by something, and yet, he won't be so kind as to even tease the idea with his fingers.
he will, however, begin to spread her open with the tip of his organ, firm and wide enough in its side to offer a pleasant substitute. it won't reach as far back as she might like, but it's a good appetizer for the moment where his cock will scratch that itch of hers and then some. ]
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[It's a snarl that ends in a moan, low and ragged, nearly as pained as it is pleased. It's just too much: every movement of his tongue is like a shockwave of heat searing through her, leaving her nerves standing on end, her body shaking beneath the tight grip of his fingers. She writhes against him, but it's not a conscious effort to get away, not anymore; she simply can't help it. Each flick and drag of his tongue has her whining, and she finally removes her hand from his hair, both reaching up and behind her to grip the fabric of the couch.]
You b-bastard-- that's not-- that's not what I meant and you know-- fuck!
[She shrieks that out as he teases at her entrance, taunting her with what he most emphatically isn't giving her right now. It's a substitute, nothing more, and while it's theoretically better than nothing, Rosalind finds it worse, because now the ache is all the fiercer. She wants-- she wants nothing and everything all at once, she wants him to pull away and at the same time she wants him to shove two fingers into her, stretching her open and filling her up; she wants him to keep forcing her into this, arrogant thing that he is, giving her no choice at all and bending her to his will, and yet she also wants him to obey, because it's infuriating that he won't. He's infuriating, he's overwhelming, he's addicting, and Rosalind knows right now she won't be able to limit herself to just one night.
But that's not really a thought, because she isn't thinking. She pants down at him in open-mouthed desire, blue eyes locked on gold, her own frantic where his are smug and self-satisfied. Perhaps she ought to shove her hand over her mouth again, muffling herself purely to deny him. Perhaps she ought to just lie back and take it, giving up on the idea of retorting in any fashion. But Rosalind has never taken well to simply losing, never mind going silent; though her chest is heaving and her voice is ragged, she still forces the words out.]
I s-swear the moment you let me go I'm going to slap you-- at least put your fingers to me!
[She's definitely going to get a noise complaint. Oh, well.]
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she finds it in her to demand more, even when her body wants nothing more than to lie back and recompose itself. his tongue, as strong and powerful and dedicated as it is, wasn't giving her what she truly needed. Bigby's brows furrow when she barks out for him to fuck her with his fingers, and of course he doesn't comply. not immediately. he draws it out longer, kissing and sucking onto her cunt's lips once more before pulling back. there's a mess of spit and juices splintering off into several thin strands as he does so, mouth swollen and red as he runs his organ along them to both clean himself and taste her further. vulgarly, he spits some of the collective fluids right back onto her crotch, and only then does he give her what she wants. ]
You fucking asked for it.
[ his palm smears itself into Rosalind's groin, feeling the sheer heat coming from her instantaneously. he rubs roughly at her clit for a second or three before two pointed digits drag themselves down south, pushing into her folds and against her entrance. it is fortunate that he can control his powers to the point of bringing his nails back down to a safe level of sharpness, and as such, he has no qualms or restraints about shoving the pair of fingers straight into her. he isn't slow in his effort to spread her open, forcing them past the ridges of her inner walls and not stopping until his knuckles are kissing against her.
Bigby watches hungrily as she is left so exposed and filled, idly dragging his tongue along her inner thigh before biting at it carefully. he curls his fingers and makes a purpose of applying pressure, studying her features to see what point sends the most shivers through her body or the coarsest of gasps. ]
Still planning on slapping me?
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For the first time, she can't answer. Not even once the initial shocks have faded; the moment he curls his fingers she's lost. Her expression has melted, going from indignant and furious to something far more pliant. That won't last, not past this round, but for just this moment, Rosalind slumps back, focusing on nothing more save the way he's working her.
It still hurts, but in a far more manageable way. It means she isn't writhing and screaming against him at every movement; instead she gasps, her hips jerking up as he curls his fingers just so, heat flooding through her in tight bursts again and again. Her legs shake involuntarily, and there's a special yelp of pleasure and pain for when he sets his teeth to her thigh. It won't be long, not if he keeps this up.]
B-Bigby--
[Oh, god, she sounds inane, she sounds utterly lost, but that's all she can manage right now. Just his name moaned out raggedly, her eyes fluttering as she feels herself build up a second time. But no, she won't-- she refuses to let that be the end of this, she won't let him simply take over because he's shoved his fingers in her, he'll be insufferable--
Still planning on slapping me, he'd asked, and Rosalind nods jerkily, finally answering him. At least it won't be because she's upset with him, but he'd certainly seemed to enjoy it last time, hadn't he? But oh, god, and she drops back again, panting open-mouthed as she darts a hand between her leg and drags her own fingers over her clit.]
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it's easy to figure out just how hard she is trying to stop herself from getting off so quickly. he doesn't make it easy for her. his fingers continue to pound into her cunt with no remorse, even when her walls get tighter and her legs tighten out of reflex, surely a sign of her physically preventing herself from reaching a second orgasm. he merely continues smirking with satisfaction when she manages to nod, and it isn't long after when he lazily drags his tongue up her leg until it's running along just above his prodding fingers.
she won't be able to rub her clit for long. he licks and runs his organ around her digit, tasting the juices that have already slicked her skin. whether she wants to or not, he's taking her finger inside of his mouth, lips tightening around the width of it to give a resounding suck. it is only fitting that he lets her feel some type of warmth when considering the heat pouring out onto his own palm. Bigby will be satisfied for pissing her off by depriving her of any stimulation to her clit, but he will take her getting further aroused by the sight of the gruff man willingly pushing her finger down into his tongue until it's disappeared inside.
the worst part is that he'll sink his teeth down into the joint to keep her from pulling back if she decides to do so. it is safe to say he's going to keep her like this until she comes once more; considering his fingers continue to stretch and fuck her with no sign of slowing, she may not have to deal with him being insufferable for long. ]
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Ah, no, that's not right. She almost manages to say something, as he bites at her fingers and refuses to let her touch herself. Her mouth opens to frame the word, and she nearly gets it out--]
Ple--
[Except then she bites her bottom lip, swallowing it back until she's certain she won't say such a stupid thing. Pleading with him, no, she won't, she won't, no matter that every inch of her body is on fire, no matter that there's some tiny part of her that wants to beg him just to see how smug he'd get, no. If he wants that, he'll have to earn it out of her later on.
But no matter how she fights it, he's absolutely correct about one thing: it really won't be long, whether she wants it or not, because the way he's working her really only has one conclusion. Never mind when he takes her fingers in his mouth, god-- her eyes lock on that, wide and eager, and oh, god, but she's so predictable in her fixations sometimes, but there's something about the hot slide of his tongue against her fingers that absolutely sets her off. Coupled with the way he's so relentless in the way he's fucking her, and soon she's tumbling over the edge.
And god, fucking hell, but it hits her hard-- like a bloody sledgehammer, wracking through her body as she jerks her head back and shrieks, loud enough that it echoes around the apartment. Once, twice, three times, throbbing around his fingers and dripping messily against his lips, his name caught up somewhere in the way she screams for him.
Her ears are ringing when she finally comes down from it, her eyes hazy and her body trembling, but she has one coherent thought, at least.]
Don't you dare go for a third one--
[Her voice is ragged, her mouth dropped open as she stares at him. She's still hoisted up, her legs spread and her knees by her ears, but she manages to sum up at least a little authoritativeness.
But he's contrary. And so in case he's getting any wise ideas about shoving his tongue back in her--]
Bring me to the bed. It's far past time you fucked me.
[He's still got his fingers in her, which means he'll be able to feel the way she throbs for that. But god, she wants to feel him in her.]
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his fingers pull out of her in the process, watching the thin tendrils of arousal break apart with satisfaction. of course Bigby is taking his time now. whether or not it is because he wants to be insufferable is up for her to decide. ]
Oh, a third time might not be so bad. [ he teases the idea by dragging his tongue, long and deep, along the entirety of her cunt one last time. like a true animal, it seems. ] Can't even fucking say please.
[ Bigby won't force her to lie in the couch any longer than she already has. there's a grunt from him as he pulls himself up to his feet, and with him comes Rosalind. she weighs almost nothing to him, scooping her into his arms with little to no effort as he brings her to where he imagines her bedroom to be. it's not hard to find. Wyver is... simple like that. ]
And how is it you want to be fucked for the first time, Ms. Lutece. On your back? Bent over? Oh. Bet you'd be happy to ride me.
[ annnd that's him dropping her into the bed. it's not an outright toss, mind you, but she'll be splayed out on the end of the bed as Bigby discards whatever remaining clothing he has on at this point in time. Bigby seems pleased with himself to be towering over her right now. it allows him to watch every little move she makes. ]
Oh. Bet you'd be happy to ride me.
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But it seems he wants to watch right now. Well, that suits her just fine. Let him watch; she's more than a few clothes of her own to take care of right now anyway. Rosalind rolls her shoulders back, tugging her blouse off properly. Her skirt comes next, slipped over her hips and discarded off the edge of the bed. Just stockings and her bra left, but Rosalind waits a moment, preferring to stare back up at him instead. Her expression is as arrogant as she can make it, despite the fact she's got her legs pressed tight together in an attempt to stave off some oversensitivity.]
I hardly see why I have to choose just one.
[First time, he says, and Rosalind abruptly wonders if he means for the first time in Nysa or for the first time tonight. God, and her thighs press tighter for a moment, a shiver running through her at the thought.]
You're right: I would like to ride you. And when we tire of that, you can bend me over the bed.
[She punctuates that by reaching behind her, finally unhooking the clasp and letting the lacy garment fall from her figure. It leaves them even, equally exposed and undressed, and yet somehow under his predatory gaze Ros ends up feeling more naked than ever.
Perhaps that's why she lifts one foot, resting it firmly against his chest. She's still got her stockings on, and of course it'd be a moment's work for her to take them off, but why should she?]
Take them off. Nicely, Bigby. Don't rip or tear, and you'll get a reward.
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I can and I will.
[ he says this only when her foot is pressing into his chest. the question is, was he responding to her preference to the order of events or was he admitting he would tear through her stockings? hm. Bigbiy runs a hand along the length of her leg, feeling the sheer fabric against his palm. he entices her to gasp by running one of those sharpened nails along it in a threatening manner, but it isn't long before he hooks his finger underneath and begins to guide it down to her shin.
one is off and it is followed by the next. no ripping or tearing is to be found, although he continues to try and scare her by sometimes leaning in to kiss her leg only to catch the stocking with his teeth to give a brief tug. she's now left completely bare and ready, and for the first time all night, they actually looked prepared to fuck. funny how that works. ]
Consider me curious on what that reward will be.
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It's worth it, though, for the way his fingers trace over the curve of her leg. He kisses her, and there's nothing reverent or gentle about it, but still she shivers in response, her toes curling. It's such a reversal from the rough way he'd handled her before, and the whiplash leaves her blinking.
But then he's done, and Rosalind retracts her leg, reclining back on the bed instead.]
It depends on what would please you most. I've a good sense of you, but not enough, not yet. What kind of man are you?
[Because for all she's eager to deprive him, she won't go back on her word. She slips a hand down, sliding her fingers almost idly against herself. She isn't nearly ready to get off again, but there's no harm in the way she pushes her fingers against her cunt, teasing over her entrance and leaving her fingers dripping wet.]
You were so eager to assert the fact you finish wherever you like . . . you might come on me. I won't be stupid enough to make a joke about marking your territory, but you would be the first here to do such a thing. Is that the sort of thing that gets you off?
Mm. I might suggest you watch me take something, but we'll have to save that for next time.
[Not only because she has none of her things here, but because there's no way in hell Rosalind Lutece is going to walk into a sex shop. Robert had done it before; Bigby can do it now if that's something he wants to see. But mm . . . her smile stutters, her eyes going hooded as she keeps moving her fingers.]
Perhaps I'll just say please. Just the once, just for you.
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It wouldn't be a bad idea to make a mess of you, no. [ if she's going to reach down and touch herself, he will do the same. fingers squeeze at the base of his cock as he strokes up, giving himself some temporary relief. even if he's had an orgasm of his own, he's dealt with an erection throughout the entirety of hers. ] But there's only one thing you're going to be taking that I care about, and that's from me.
[ there's a hand on the side of her knee as he pushes her legs apart further until the one he is touching is on its side and pressed into the sheets. he wants a better view since the one she has of him is out and in the open. he's stroking at a more languid pace now, showing he is capable of taking his time when he chooses to. ]
That doesn't count, right? Saying please like that. If that's what you're going to do, I want to hear a please what. What do you want from me, Rosalind.
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Though she is hungry for it. It's only been a few minutes since he'd drawn his fingers out of her, but Rosalind aches to be filled already, her mind half-fantasizing about how good it'll feel to sink down on him, stretching herself open and satisfying herself as she's been aching to since they began.
What does she want from him . . .]
I want you to fuck me, of course.
[She shivers as she draws her fingers back, shifting to rise up and kneel instead. It gives her far more power than lying sprawled had, and she'll need that for what she says next.]
Hard, though. As hard as you went before, hard enough that I'm left with bruises on my hips and my throat is aching from how loudly I've been screaming for you. I want you to mark me up-- not where anyone can see the next day, thank you, but elsewhere. And I want you to-- [there's just the slightest hesitation, and then:] --to make me helpless. To pin me down as you fuck me, either when you're bending me over something or I'm flat on my back.
[Hmm . . . hmm hmm hmm, and she puts her wet fingers to her lips, slipping them into her mouth so she can clean them off.]
And I want to ride you. I want you to keep your hands to yourself and let me set the pace, so I can do as I like with you for as long as I like. Do you think you could manage that? You'd be more than welcome to use your mouth, of course, but even then, I wonder.
[So. So, with all of that in mind, she leans forward, reaching for him, her hands on his shoulders, pressing up against him and nosing at his jawline. His cock is pressed up against her belly, pre smearing over her skin as he throbs against her, and she smiles faintly.]
So . . . please, Bigby, will you do all that to me? Though I think . . . nn, at this point, I think I could happily get none of that, so long as I got you fucking me before the night ends. Please, please come fuck me, because I can't stand not having every inch of you deep in me right now.
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her words paint a picture that would probably make any man want to go for another round, with or without the powers of a Fable. Bigby's been ready and willing to go since he's put her mouth on her, however, so when she is on her knees and being so damned descriptive, it causes nothing more than a physical ache in the cock bobbing up and down between his legs. he tries to contend to it by continuing the stroking motions of his wrist, and she should realize she is successful in riling him up when the speed quickens the more Rosalind goes on. ]
That's... hm. Okay.
[ he's at a loss for words, really. not a lot of women have been as vocal as she has been in that moment, and Bigby isn't sure how to process that. pair it with the fact that she's now touching him again and he almost feels like he is out of his element. he doesn't need long to get a grasp of himself, mind you, reminding of just how physical things are right now when his cock brushes against the taut shape of her stomach. his grip on his cock is abandoned in favor of reaching back to grab her by her ass, something that is certainly expected of the man at this point in their... relationship. ]
I'll be good and let you have your turn first. Consider it a thank you for being so generous.
[ you know, with the please and what not. Bigby allows himself to crawl onto the bed so that he is now on his knees as well, his height over her substantial enough to force him to look downwards towards her. fingers refuse to unlatch themselves from her backside as he feels the blunt head of his cock brush along her lips, and he makes a point of rotating his hips around to get more of that sensation. it's something to tide himself over with until she flips him over and takes what she wants for a change. ]
Take too long and I'm going to change my mind, though.
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So though she shivers in oversensitivity as he kneels next to her and slots his cock against her, there's something cocky in her smile. She even laughs, softly and smugly, and leans forward to nip at his jaw.]
Aren't you kind? I'd be flattered if I didn't think you were desperate for me to let you put your prick in me.
[But enough. She pushes his shoulders, trying to get him to sit back-- and assuming he's as amiable to complying as he is to giving her her turn first, she straddles him, exhaling harshly as she does. Perhaps if they'd done this earlier, she would have had patience to tease. She might have rocked her hips against him and grinded down and gotten his cock soaking wet before she dreamed of letting him slip it in her-- but as it is, Rosalind has long since burned up her stores of patience.
She reaches between them, pressing him forward, and there, nudging against her entrance, hot and thick enough to have her gasping from the pressure. Slowly, slowly, Rosalind sinks lower in his lap, easing herself onto him. It's not just to tease (though she'd be lying if she said she wasn't drinking in his expression for every flicker and reaction he gives her). But he's so big; to drop down on him all at once would be . . . god. It might just kill her, frankly, though it's a hot thought.
Going slowly is killing her a little, though it's in the best possible way. Fuck, and she breathes the word out, her head ducking down as she keeps moving. He'd made her come twice, she's soaking wet, but still she whimpers softly as he stretches her open. Big, she'd thought when he'd fucked her mouth, but that was nothing compared to how she feels now.
But eventually, he bottoms out. Eventually, he sinks entirely into her, stretching her wide, and Rosalind groans. But far be it for her not to take what she wants: soon her hips rock, her breath leaving her in heated pants as she picks up the pace.]
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once he feels the initial tightness of her spreading to fit his tip inside, he's left squeezing at anything she can hold onto. in typical Bigby fashion, it is far from gentle. she would find moving her lower half nearly impossible, but fortunately she has continued access to her hips. enough to allow her to continue to slide down and take him inch by inch. surprisingly, he isn't even in a rush for her to sit down on his lap completely. he has had his fun in forcing something so big in something so small and tight once tonight, so they can take things slowly for a change. ]
I don't always want to do the work. Mmf... I figure it frustrates the fuck out of you that you can't be as dominant as you might be with someone else, so enjoy it while you... can...
[ not that it would be impossible to be dominant from the bottom. it'd be so easy to grab her by the hips, hold her still and barrel his cock into her. the benefit would be to see how quick the air in her lungs would escape, how her voice would shake with every moan she let out, how her breasts would look bouncing uncontrollably. he figures he can still benefit from that at her own pace, however, so he lets her have her fun.
once she's gone and sheathed his entire length inside her confines, he reaches up, not stopping until his hand is secured on the back of her neck. fingers tangle themselves into her red hair, but he doesn't pull or grow overly rough. he instead scratches into her scalp, looking into her eyes with a fierce gaze as if he's trying to call some kind of bluff. ]
If you're wanting my hands to myself, you better pin them down and get to riding, sweetheart. I know you can take more and take it faster.
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The resulting clap is utterly satisfying, and though it leaves her hand just as stinging and reddened as it had the first time she slapped him, it's worth it.]
No.
[It's as much a command as it is a scolding statement, and her hand darts back, threading in his hair as she tips his head back. Rosalind leans in, pressing their bodies together, very much aware of how she's throbbing around him even as her voice says cool and commanding.]
If you're doing as I say, Mr. Wolf, then you'll follow my rules as well. No patronizing nicknames, no good girl or sweetheart as thought I'm sixteen . . . you can hold my hips. You can use your mouth on me. But if I hear something out of you that's a command and not a question, if you start to grab and grope me, if you don't follow the rules . . . I'll stop again.
[She leans in, brushing their lips together in a gentle kiss, before nipping at his bottom lip.]
Understood, sweetness?
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so what if he enjoys making her angry. he thinks she likes it when she's that way. gives her an excuse to truly let loose. ]
No? [ oh. that's his head being tilted back now. she may feel how he can appreciation her new level of aggression when his cock twitches up into her walls. ] I thought sweetheart sounded cute, but... mm. [ he's cut off when she kisses him, and the feeling of teeth biting down on his lip entices a deep inhale of breath. Rosalind's doing something right here if he decides to not outright combat her every direction, and he shows he complies when he pulls his hands from her altogether.
they instead move and his digits lace together behind his head as he gets comfortable just watching her on top. his cheek is still red from her prior treatment, but he doesn't seem all too concerned about that. ]
You probably don't have it in you to stop, you know. [ that isn't a command! and therefore he didn't break any rules. that counts, doesn't it. ] Not that either of us want that. You know you wanted my cock inside your cunt long before tonight, so...
[ him too, but they don't need to talk about that. ]
one day we'll boomerang and it'll be glorious
Sorry, who was it who threw a fit when the other stopped? Who was it that growled and stomped his foot and couldn't last thirty seconds of being edged? Oh, yes-- it was you, wasn't it?
[One hand lifts, her fingers sliding gently over his lips, a patronizing parody of sweetness.]
Don't try and play at superiority, Mr. Wolf. If you can't handle something as tame as that, there's an awful lot you're not going to be able to deal with when it comes to me.
[But he's right in that she's impatient. And he's absolutely right that she's wanted him in her since the first time they met. God, she would have happily let him hoist her up against the wall that first day, because there's something about Bigby Wolf that sets off all her buttons and leaves her equally eager to shut him up and fuck him. But still she glares down at him, hating him for being so smug. Her nails dig into his chest as her hips rock back-- slow at first, but within a few seconds her pace quickens, her hips rocking back harder and harder. Her head ducks down, her teeth digging into her bottom lip to stop herself from gasping out the moans and whimpers that she so desperately wants to let loose. He's going to have to fuck those out of her; for now, he ought to appreciate the sight of her bouncing on his prick, her breasts rising and falling as she gives this her all.
She drops down hard on him again and again and again, a muffled wail sounding each time she slams her hips down, her whole body feeling as though it's on fire for how she's fucking herself on him. More, and she arches her back, spreading her legs wider so she can sink down even further, taking him in deep and rotating her hips around.]
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[ Bigby isn't going to directly answer her rhetorical, provocative questions. they both know she is right in the fact that he couldn't contain himself when she pulled away at the worst opportune second, but he wasn't talking about him at that very moment. technicalities! he was talking about her, because like hell is she capable of drawing her cunt away from his cock. the idea of leaving her bare and empty seems unfathomable now that they've both gotten to the point where he is finally fucking it.
the only idea that seems probably now is making sure he keeps it filled until he is no longer physically able to.
Bigby's a good boy, though. she tells him to keep his hands on certain parts of her body, to not interfere with her bouncing and riding in anyway. his hands return to touching her, as they would both suspect, one palm quick to push up at the swell of her breast until it's left bouncing right into his hand for a tight squeeze. the other reaches around to squeeze at her ass, only barely asserting enough pressure to lift it up when she draws her body away from his lap.
it isn't long before she's taking him to the base with ease, and he has to admire her ability to do that so quickly. then again; if her throat had managed to stretch to the point it needed to accept him inside of her, she might as well be able to accept it through other means. even if he lets her do all of the work, he can't help but allow his hips to twitch and buck up into her every now and then, indicating that it is hard to remain still when she's bouncing so goddamned fast. ]
Keep... keep bouncing and you're going to have to quickly find out if you're alright with me coming inside, you know... fuck.
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THIS THREAD IS FOUR MONTHS OLD, WHY CAN'T THEY JUST NUT
let's have them go another round and make it an even HALF A YEAR why don't we
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