metem_logs | Winter is putting footsteps in the meadow

Entry tags:

bres,
mab

Winter is putting footsteps in the meadow

Characters: Bres and Mab
Date/Time: Oct 31, late afternoon
Location: Rose Garden
Rating: TBD
Warnings: Snark.
Summary: Halloween time interactions with old-timey clothes!

She found little amusement in her forced choice of clothing. However, after much diligence she'd discovered something that she felt was passable. Feathers after all were a fraction more reliable than spider webbing.

And with her ill mood she'd taken herself away from the main house and come to the gardens. It was warm and bright and the flowers were in bloom. It did nothing to improve her temperament. In fact, the air in the small, almost secluded corner she'd come to, turned decidedly cooler, and the grass beneath her bare feet began sparkling with frost. She could admit quietly to herself that she reached out to coat a vibrant red rose in crystal clear ice purely out of spite, small as the revenge might be.

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Her hips rose to meet his thrusts, following his rhythm. Her arms went around him, those cool little hands on his back, trailing down his spine.

In response to her actions, he speeds up the pace of thrusts a little.

That drew short, pleasured cry from her lips. She looped her legs around his waist, holding on to him tightly.

He stopped keeping himself upright and moved so their chests met again. He wanted to be as close to her as he could. His lips moved to her ear. "Is it as you imagined, Mab?" he asked before starting to nibble on her earlobe.

When he went for her ear, her whole body tensed, her inner muscles clenching tightly, her fingers pressing into his back as if even then he wasn't quite close enough. Her voice came out in a husky half moan. "Better."

"You know, you are so hot when you talk like that," he teases. "For the record, it's better for me, too." Then he starts going not only faster, but harder.

She might have had a witty retort, but it vanished from her mind when he again increased the pace and the intensity. Instead, all he got was a gasp and the scratch of her nails as they curled into his back.

He doesn't mind the scratches, in fact he enjoys it. Not only did it add to the sensation of pleasure, but it was also physical proof that he was making her feel wonderful. He decides to egg her on a little more.

"Come on, Mab. How bad do you want to come again?" He deliberately slows down a little.

Oh the tease! She brought up a hand, fisting it in his hair tightly, and pulled him down so she could kiss him roughly. When she stopped for breath she looked him in the eyes from only an inch away. "Badly. I'm not in the mood to be tormented again, Bres. Not today." Then she flexed her legs around him trying to force him more firmly inside of her.

There we go, he thought triumphantly! "Your wish is my command." He proceeds to go faster than he has yet, along with harder thrusts. He moans loudly, he was getting close too.

She'd been close when he had stopped to tease her, so when he began again it after only a few thrusts that she came. Her while frame tensed. Her legs tightened around his hips, her practically became claws, one scratching down through his hair along his neck, the other coming up along the curve of his spine. Her back arched, her head falling back, mouth open in that voiceless scream. And for a moment, the combined effects was enough that she came off the ground entirely.

And Bres, barely, just barely manages not to orgasm as well. He has no idea what kind of birth control Mab uses, if she was on her cycle, or anything like that. He doubted she'd be pleased to get pregnant. Still..that had felt damn good. He'd wear her claw marks proudly. He bends down and gives her a light, affectionate kiss.

She enjoyed her haze for long moment. Worth the wait in spades. She came back to reality to his affectionate kiss, and that's when she realized he was still hard inside her. "You didn't finish." It sounded like something between a question and an accusation.

He breathes heavily, it had taken a lot of concentration not to do so.

"I..I didn't think..you'd appreciate getting..pregnant," he said in reply.

"Ah, well the gesture is appreciated, but unnecessary. I'm quite safe." His reasoning pleased her, and she raised up to softly brush her lips over his, before speaking softly against his mouth and squeezing her muscles purposefully around him. "Finish."

And he moans at the tightening around him. "If you insist my queen, though I think something different may be in order. He pulls out of her and before she can protest he flips her over. He takes her hands and keeps them locked above her head as he enters her again.

"Just feel my lady," Bres says as he starts up again, removing one of his hands to caress down her back.

A long moan was her agreement as he entered her again. In her current position, she really has no choice but to do as he sayid. And there was just something about being held down by him that added an extra thrill to the position. Not to mention that from behind, the angle created a whole different experience of sensation.

He knows it won't be too long before he reaches the edge, so he moves at a good pace right away. Maybe he could get could get her to come again if he was lucky. His fingers lace with hers as he bends down, biting on her earlobe. He'd thrust and move back, but always staying within her. The pace would pick up even more, rougher than he had before.

Coming down from a rather intense orgasm only moments before meant she was still rather sensitive. Her breasts rubbing back and forth in the cold, wet grass, his teeth on her ear, and those deep thrusts that rubbed against that sensitive spot inside her over and over again, had her breath quicken fast.

His own grunts and moans were becoming more frequent.

"I'm close, Mab. You feel too good," he says into her ear. He goes as fast as he dares, his orgasm approaching.

She was close again as well, and she knew if she just let go, she'd fall over that edge once more. But she wanted something from this one. She turned her head to the side to catch his gaze as best she could.

"Together," she groaned out softly.

"As you wish," he said with sincere devotion. He made sure he looked at her, and as he kept going, it hit and hit hard as he cried out in orgasm.

She was almost in perfect sync with him, her body shuddered as she climaxed for the third time. And on this one, she wasn't silent. Her cry was vocalized, and because of that, she pressed her mouth into her shoulder in an attempt to muffle the noise.

He took several deep breaths before coming down, laying beside her.

"So worth the wait," he said into her ear.

She remained on her stomach, remembering how to breathe for a moment. She shivered a little when he whispered in her ear, a smile coming to her lips.

"For me, very much so. And you?"

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