[She nods jerkily, a distracted answer to his subtle inquiry. Yes, she's fine with him spilling in her, she'd never have let him slip his cock into her in the first place if she wasn't, it isn't a problem any longer. And honestly? She rather likes the thought of him coming in her, in the same way she'd like it when he'd gotten come all over her tongue.
(What would happen, she wonders distractedly, if he got her pregnant? Forget that it isn't an issue any longer; what on earth would his DNA do to her? But ah, that's a question for another time, when she wants to terrorize him a little when she's back in Olympia).
She ought to punish him for those little liberties he's taking, lifting her up a little as she fucks herself on him and snapping his hips up time and again, but she can't be bothered. It seems an incredibly painful thing to stop right now, when she's finally twisted her hips so he'd hitting her just there, over and over. Each buck of his hips only adds to it, makes it hard enough that she's moaning again, short gasps and whimpers slipping past her lips again and again, her head tipped back and her throat bared.
It's only when she thinks she can't stand it anymore that she slips a hand down: not to come just yet, but to take some of the edge off. She delights in the thought of edging Bigby, but god forbid she's denied her pleasure for even a moment.
[ if she's going to choose to be picky that he is eager for this, he wouldn't feel an ounce of guilt for flipping her over, scrunching her up and barreling into her cunt through the entire of her orgasm. it's good that she keeps her complaints to herself, far too preoccupied and distracted by the addiction of his cock grinding against her walls to fight him any further. they finally find a moment of harmony where they both know talking or provoking will do anything further for them. usually it might frustrate each other to the point of further attraction and/or arousal, but they don't need that now.
she's done enough edging on him for one night, though, so he is happy that she is too driven and selfish for her own pleasure to actively deny him of his again. Bigby continues to take advantage of the offer she's provided regarding him touching her freely, this time by using his mouth instead of hands. he reluctantly pries his fingers off of both chest and backside to instead grab her by both hips, pulling his upper body forward until she feels his stubble against sweat-stuck skin.
his mouth is on her for the umpteenth time tonight, this time latched onto the same breast he had been using his thumb to toy with. she has to deal with the sharpness of his canines sinking down into her pert flesh, cheeks clearly indenting as he sucks so hard that it is almost like he is trying to draw something out of her. he isn't so foolish, but it doesn't stop Bigby from moaning into her, muffled as his tongue drags along the stiffened nub.
when he pulls back to breathe, she has to contend with him just short of being eye-level with her, peering up to gaze straight into her pupils as he purposely runs the length of his tongue down her cleavage just because he can. if she's going to reach down and touch herself, she might as well have something to touch herself to. ]
You can come anytime you want to. Sorry to... mmf, bust your bubble, but I'm not going to be first this time.
[Christ, oh, fuck, and the minute his teeth latch onto her, Rosalind's moans grow louder. He's so rough, his mouth savage as he bites her, sucking hard and leaving her throbbing from the attention. She actually slows her pace, trembling atop him, her fingers pressing hard against her clit as he licks and sucks at her. He looks too attractive like that, with his mouth full and his moans vibrating against her skin, so obviously focused on his task. There's already the traces of a bruise there, dark and vivid, and she doubts it's the last he'll leave on her.
Her back arches, her body leaning forward as he slides his tongue over her. Her breath is growing shorter, and Rosalind runs a hand through her hair, her eyes closing, teeth digging into her bottom lip. It's a shock when he pulls back, and she jerks in his lap, eyes flying open and staring down at him.
She isn't sure if she's more sorry or pleased that he's stopped. Sorry, because she thinks she could have him biting and licking at her breasts for ages and be content (or at least a few minutes, before she got too wet and was aching to be fucked), and pleased, because it means she can resume the quick pace she'd been at before.]
O-oh-- thank you for that permission, Bigby--
[But whereas that might have been sharp and snappish earlier this evening, right now it's something more teasing; a joke for them to share, as her hips resume their pace, heavy snaps that leave stars bursting behind her eyes. And oh, fuck, but there's a moment where she pushes her hips back and she can feel it, just like that, her eyes widening, still locked onto his.
Her mouth drops open, because it's a heavy orgasm that she feels in her core. She ducks her head down, hiding her face in the crook of his neck, her back arching as she presses herself tight against him.
There's no noises this time, but that isn't an indication of a lack of pleasure. Rosalind shakes, her thighs trembling involuntarily, her teeth biting down hard into his skin as she fucks herself once, twice, three times against his cock, timing each thrust to the waves of her orgasm. It's hard enough that even she stops thinking for a few blessed seconds, hard enough that she doesn't realize how deeply her nails have dug into his skin until she releases him and feels the indents there.
Poor Bigby. She might feel bad for nearly drawing blood (or perhaps she did, she honestly isn't focused enough to tell right now) if he didn't so clearly get off on pain. God, even the aftershocks are intense, and Rosalind whines softly as she pulls back.
He's undoubtedly going to throw her down in a moment. He hasn't seemed to want to rest between rounds, so why should this be any different? She braces herself, pressing her knees in tighter, and tips her head back to look down at him. Her eyes are a little glazed, her hair sticking to her neck, but though she's bruised and scratched up, sore and aching, she isn't down for the count just yet.]
You're going to get me addicted to this kind of thing.
[This most definitely isn't the last time they're doing this. She pushes a hand through his hair, sweeping it away from his face.]
So what would get you off this time, Bigby? Given I'm very satisfied right now, I'm far more inclined to indulge you.
[As if he hasn't gotten his way the entire time tonight. But Rosalind drapes her arms more naturally around his shoulders, something endeared and amused in her gaze now. Gently, little shudders running through her from the aftershocks, she rocks her hips against him.]
THIS THREAD IS FOUR MONTHS OLD, WHY CAN'T THEY JUST NUT
[ as confident as he had been when he said that, Bigby was beginning to get a little worried. Rosalind lasted far longer than he had expected when those words spilled out of his mouth, and with every bounce and twitch of her hips squeezing down so tight around the girth of his cock, he was thinking about the inevitable moment where his come would shoot right up to the back of her cunt. the thought and idea of filling her like that doesn't serve to do him anymore favors, leaving him with a tight jaw and closed eyes. he had to go and speak out of turn, didn't he?
he can rest assured, though, because she does finally hit her peak. it's clear as day in the way she holds tight around his length like a vice. pair that with the screams of her moans against his ear and the eventual piercing of teeth against skin and it didn't take a sheriff or detective to realize what had happened. the sharp discomfort of canines sinking down onto the tight flesh of his neck pairs rather nicely with the nails that do virtually the same thing. she coerces a deep growl out of him as he reaches up to grab a fistful of her hair, pulling at the roots of it roughly as a way of trying to tame her. no luck there. she's already picking up some of his traits.
when she grows slack and her mouth and nails leave him, he's left reaching up with his free hand to feel out the indentations she's left behind. Bigby laughs underneath his breath for a moment, finding it even more funny that she's grown so sweet and compliant after she just had the most intense orgasm of the night. he doesn't fight her on it, though. no, no. they probably deserve themselves a moment of peace for their hard work. ]
Plenty of things. Partial to the idea of having you between my legs again, cleaning yourself off of me only to make a mess again. Or maybe pin you down and slide my cock against your tits since you liked me playing with them so much. Hm...
[ he plays with her hair for a moment before giving scratching at it with as much affection as he is willing to show. ]
... Or you can get on all fours, stick your ass out high in the air and wait for me to fuck it from behind.
let's have them go another round and make it an even HALF A YEAR why don't we
[All of those sound appealing in a filthy sort of way, and Rosalind considers each, tipping her head to work against his fingers. She supposes it would be unfair to demand even he treat her to all of those, inhuman stamina aside (but perhaps they'll save the rejected ideas for another night). No, Rosalind knows which she wants, it's just . . .
It's just that Bigby Wolf is someone she likes competing with, and it's a bit difficult not to see this as outright handing him a victory. But it'd be stupid to refuse something just because she's nervous-- no, she won't do that. Rosalind's eyes dart over him, her gaze calculating, before she squirms and pulls off him. Then she turns, kneeling with her back to him, because this is the sort of thing that has to be worked up to by degrees.
Not that she'll admit that. Not that she'll admit she's getting an absolute thrill out of the way he'd said that, demanding and a little demeaning, because far be it for her to ever say what she truly thinks or wants.]
I doubt you could make me wait for a single thing.
[She says it languidly, carelessly, as she pushes her hair over her shoulder to one side.]
If only because I doubt you could wait for a single thing.
[All right. All right, she's being silly for being so nervous. He had her legs hoisted over her head not half an hour ago, it's not as if he'll be seeing anything he hadn't seen before. But there's a marked difference between spreading your legs and bending over, and he's not precisely a comforting presence.
But that's the appeal, isn't it?
With a short sigh Rosalind leans forward, bracing her forearms on the mattress, her back arching. It isn't sticking her ass out high in the air, she tells herself, ignoring the fact that is, in fact, what she's doing.]
Come on. And fuck me from behind, thank you, you're most certainly not doing anything but groping my posterior tonight.
[ how they can even manage to think of this as a competition still is baffling, but Bigby probably wouldn't argue that it still is one. even he is beginning to feel the soreness in his limbs, let alone every nerve ending on his cock reminding him that they're still capable of growing sensitive from fucking various holes of Rosalind until he's raw. they have every reason to call it quits where they're at; he would live without an orgasm. but then he wouldn't have another orgasm, and there's not a whole lot of fun in ending the night with Rosalind being the last one to get all of the enjoyment of one of those.
if she's worried he's going to flaunt her "giving in" in anyway, she'll eventually find relief when he doesn't think to linger on it. after all, she deserves a little credit. she took his cock like a champ and freely rode it until she got off, and if that wasn't enough, Rosalind literally slapped him. when she climbs off of his body and eventually bends over. there's his answer. Bigby slowly crawls to his own knees with a groan of effort, rolling his eyes at all of this talk about waiting. ]
Pretty sure if I asked nicely, you wouldn't have a problem reaching your hand back and fingering yourself for me to see. So shh.
[ there's a palm smoothing itself over the curve of her ass as she exposes it to him, giving a surprisingly gentle squeeze before guiding her to raise it even higher. when she calls him out on doing nothing but groping it, though, she can feel his nails bite into her skin before flicking his wrist sharply to give a singular swat on her backside. ]
Oh, thanking me? Little late for that. [ he's back to being a smartass, but he doesn't waste anytime. she can feel the girth of his cock against her as fast as it had been pulled away, except this time sliding between her cheeks and lining up with the glossy lips of her cunt. he purposely drags his tip between her folds, soaking it with her juices (as if it hadn't been coated already) and teasingly prodding it against her entrance a time or three. only when his hands are gripping the curves of her hips does he finally allow his hips to thrust forward.
and when he thrusts, he thrusts. she's practically molded to fit him by now, so he doesn't offer any resistance when he attempts to stuff himself inside of her. being at the helm has its benefits. for him and her, depending on how much she wanted it again. ]
[She's a lot to say to all of that. She's got retorts to every single sentence, and some of them are flirtatious and some are baiting a fight, but thank god, she bites them back. They might end up being here all night if she kept arguing with him; as it is, she simply huffs and moves with him, lifting her hips up further, spreading her legs for him as she waits for him to start.
She relaxes slightly, her fingers curling and uncurling in the sheets. For a moment she enjoys the feeling of rough fingers sliding gently over her ass, and then--]
Bigby--!
[It's an indignant yelp that turns into a moan, low and needy, as he drags his cock over her, refusing to thrust into her just yet. Her hips roll back impatiently, grinding up against him, half-turning as she offers him a glare. It's not nearly her best one, but it still counts. It's not that she objects to what he's done, but it's undignified enough being bent over without him striking her in something semi-punitive.
(There's a proper word for that, but damned if she'll think it).
But then he's thrusting forward, forcing his way into her without a moment of hesitation, and Rosalind whines. Her legs spread, her body sagging forward further as she thrusts her hips up. She's far too spent to want to try and come again, but oh, god, he feels good, he feels so big--]
Fuck--
[A breathed out word, and she arches her back again, tightening around him. The initial few thrusts take her breath away, but she's enough wherewithal to speak soon. She glances behind her, eyes fluttering, red hair sticking to her neck as she watches him.]
H-harder-- if, ah, if-- if this is our last round, I want you to go at it hard, Bigby--
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(What would happen, she wonders distractedly, if he got her pregnant? Forget that it isn't an issue any longer; what on earth would his DNA do to her? But ah, that's a question for another time, when she wants to terrorize him a little when she's back in Olympia).
She ought to punish him for those little liberties he's taking, lifting her up a little as she fucks herself on him and snapping his hips up time and again, but she can't be bothered. It seems an incredibly painful thing to stop right now, when she's finally twisted her hips so he'd hitting her just there, over and over. Each buck of his hips only adds to it, makes it hard enough that she's moaning again, short gasps and whimpers slipping past her lips again and again, her head tipped back and her throat bared.
It's only when she thinks she can't stand it anymore that she slips a hand down: not to come just yet, but to take some of the edge off. She delights in the thought of edging Bigby, but god forbid she's denied her pleasure for even a moment.
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she's done enough edging on him for one night, though, so he is happy that she is too driven and selfish for her own pleasure to actively deny him of his again. Bigby continues to take advantage of the offer she's provided regarding him touching her freely, this time by using his mouth instead of hands. he reluctantly pries his fingers off of both chest and backside to instead grab her by both hips, pulling his upper body forward until she feels his stubble against sweat-stuck skin.
his mouth is on her for the umpteenth time tonight, this time latched onto the same breast he had been using his thumb to toy with. she has to deal with the sharpness of his canines sinking down into her pert flesh, cheeks clearly indenting as he sucks so hard that it is almost like he is trying to draw something out of her. he isn't so foolish, but it doesn't stop Bigby from moaning into her, muffled as his tongue drags along the stiffened nub.
when he pulls back to breathe, she has to contend with him just short of being eye-level with her, peering up to gaze straight into her pupils as he purposely runs the length of his tongue down her cleavage just because he can. if she's going to reach down and touch herself, she might as well have something to touch herself to. ]
You can come anytime you want to. Sorry to... mmf, bust your bubble, but I'm not going to be first this time.
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Her back arches, her body leaning forward as he slides his tongue over her. Her breath is growing shorter, and Rosalind runs a hand through her hair, her eyes closing, teeth digging into her bottom lip. It's a shock when he pulls back, and she jerks in his lap, eyes flying open and staring down at him.
She isn't sure if she's more sorry or pleased that he's stopped. Sorry, because she thinks she could have him biting and licking at her breasts for ages and be content (or at least a few minutes, before she got too wet and was aching to be fucked), and pleased, because it means she can resume the quick pace she'd been at before.]
O-oh-- thank you for that permission, Bigby--
[But whereas that might have been sharp and snappish earlier this evening, right now it's something more teasing; a joke for them to share, as her hips resume their pace, heavy snaps that leave stars bursting behind her eyes. And oh, fuck, but there's a moment where she pushes her hips back and she can feel it, just like that, her eyes widening, still locked onto his.
Her mouth drops open, because it's a heavy orgasm that she feels in her core. She ducks her head down, hiding her face in the crook of his neck, her back arching as she presses herself tight against him.
There's no noises this time, but that isn't an indication of a lack of pleasure. Rosalind shakes, her thighs trembling involuntarily, her teeth biting down hard into his skin as she fucks herself once, twice, three times against his cock, timing each thrust to the waves of her orgasm. It's hard enough that even she stops thinking for a few blessed seconds, hard enough that she doesn't realize how deeply her nails have dug into his skin until she releases him and feels the indents there.
Poor Bigby. She might feel bad for nearly drawing blood (or perhaps she did, she honestly isn't focused enough to tell right now) if he didn't so clearly get off on pain. God, even the aftershocks are intense, and Rosalind whines softly as she pulls back.
He's undoubtedly going to throw her down in a moment. He hasn't seemed to want to rest between rounds, so why should this be any different? She braces herself, pressing her knees in tighter, and tips her head back to look down at him. Her eyes are a little glazed, her hair sticking to her neck, but though she's bruised and scratched up, sore and aching, she isn't down for the count just yet.]
You're going to get me addicted to this kind of thing.
[This most definitely isn't the last time they're doing this. She pushes a hand through his hair, sweeping it away from his face.]
So what would get you off this time, Bigby? Given I'm very satisfied right now, I'm far more inclined to indulge you.
[As if he hasn't gotten his way the entire time tonight. But Rosalind drapes her arms more naturally around his shoulders, something endeared and amused in her gaze now. Gently, little shudders running through her from the aftershocks, she rocks her hips against him.]
THIS THREAD IS FOUR MONTHS OLD, WHY CAN'T THEY JUST NUT
he can rest assured, though, because she does finally hit her peak. it's clear as day in the way she holds tight around his length like a vice. pair that with the screams of her moans against his ear and the eventual piercing of teeth against skin and it didn't take a sheriff or detective to realize what had happened. the sharp discomfort of canines sinking down onto the tight flesh of his neck pairs rather nicely with the nails that do virtually the same thing. she coerces a deep growl out of him as he reaches up to grab a fistful of her hair, pulling at the roots of it roughly as a way of trying to tame her. no luck there. she's already picking up some of his traits.
when she grows slack and her mouth and nails leave him, he's left reaching up with his free hand to feel out the indentations she's left behind. Bigby laughs underneath his breath for a moment, finding it even more funny that she's grown so sweet and compliant after she just had the most intense orgasm of the night. he doesn't fight her on it, though. no, no. they probably deserve themselves a moment of peace for their hard work. ]
Plenty of things. Partial to the idea of having you between my legs again, cleaning yourself off of me only to make a mess again. Or maybe pin you down and slide my cock against your tits since you liked me playing with them so much. Hm...
[ he plays with her hair for a moment before giving scratching at it with as much affection as he is willing to show. ]
... Or you can get on all fours, stick your ass out high in the air and wait for me to fuck it from behind.
let's have them go another round and make it an even HALF A YEAR why don't we
It's just that Bigby Wolf is someone she likes competing with, and it's a bit difficult not to see this as outright handing him a victory. But it'd be stupid to refuse something just because she's nervous-- no, she won't do that. Rosalind's eyes dart over him, her gaze calculating, before she squirms and pulls off him. Then she turns, kneeling with her back to him, because this is the sort of thing that has to be worked up to by degrees.
Not that she'll admit that. Not that she'll admit she's getting an absolute thrill out of the way he'd said that, demanding and a little demeaning, because far be it for her to ever say what she truly thinks or wants.]
I doubt you could make me wait for a single thing.
[She says it languidly, carelessly, as she pushes her hair over her shoulder to one side.]
If only because I doubt you could wait for a single thing.
[All right. All right, she's being silly for being so nervous. He had her legs hoisted over her head not half an hour ago, it's not as if he'll be seeing anything he hadn't seen before. But there's a marked difference between spreading your legs and bending over, and he's not precisely a comforting presence.
But that's the appeal, isn't it?
With a short sigh Rosalind leans forward, bracing her forearms on the mattress, her back arching. It isn't sticking her ass out high in the air, she tells herself, ignoring the fact that is, in fact, what she's doing.]
Come on. And fuck me from behind, thank you, you're most certainly not doing anything but groping my posterior tonight.
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if she's worried he's going to flaunt her "giving in" in anyway, she'll eventually find relief when he doesn't think to linger on it. after all, she deserves a little credit. she took his cock like a champ and freely rode it until she got off, and if that wasn't enough, Rosalind literally slapped him. when she climbs off of his body and eventually bends over. there's his answer. Bigby slowly crawls to his own knees with a groan of effort, rolling his eyes at all of this talk about waiting. ]
Pretty sure if I asked nicely, you wouldn't have a problem reaching your hand back and fingering yourself for me to see. So shh.
[ there's a palm smoothing itself over the curve of her ass as she exposes it to him, giving a surprisingly gentle squeeze before guiding her to raise it even higher. when she calls him out on doing nothing but groping it, though, she can feel his nails bite into her skin before flicking his wrist sharply to give a singular swat on her backside. ]
Oh, thanking me? Little late for that. [ he's back to being a smartass, but he doesn't waste anytime. she can feel the girth of his cock against her as fast as it had been pulled away, except this time sliding between her cheeks and lining up with the glossy lips of her cunt. he purposely drags his tip between her folds, soaking it with her juices (as if it hadn't been coated already) and teasingly prodding it against her entrance a time or three. only when his hands are gripping the curves of her hips does he finally allow his hips to thrust forward.
and when he thrusts, he thrusts. she's practically molded to fit him by now, so he doesn't offer any resistance when he attempts to stuff himself inside of her. being at the helm has its benefits. for him and her, depending on how much she wanted it again. ]
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She relaxes slightly, her fingers curling and uncurling in the sheets. For a moment she enjoys the feeling of rough fingers sliding gently over her ass, and then--]
Bigby--!
[It's an indignant yelp that turns into a moan, low and needy, as he drags his cock over her, refusing to thrust into her just yet. Her hips roll back impatiently, grinding up against him, half-turning as she offers him a glare. It's not nearly her best one, but it still counts. It's not that she objects to what he's done, but it's undignified enough being bent over without him striking her in something semi-punitive.
(There's a proper word for that, but damned if she'll think it).
But then he's thrusting forward, forcing his way into her without a moment of hesitation, and Rosalind whines. Her legs spread, her body sagging forward further as she thrusts her hips up. She's far too spent to want to try and come again, but oh, god, he feels good, he feels so big--]
Fuck--
[A breathed out word, and she arches her back again, tightening around him. The initial few thrusts take her breath away, but she's enough wherewithal to speak soon. She glances behind her, eyes fluttering, red hair sticking to her neck as she watches him.]
H-harder-- if, ah, if-- if this is our last round, I want you to go at it hard, Bigby--