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I should.

[ Something about time, again, nags him in the back of his mind, but the thought quickly melts way as he does the very same into Ori's lips. Her warmth, her softness overcomes him, and he tries to find even more of her as his tongue roams the inside of her mouth.

He leans into her, perhaps a little too much, and he finds himself taking both of them against a nearby tree. He gasps into her mouth, the arm behind her head reaching up to brace himself against the rough bark. Tighter his other arm wraps around her waist. No longer is he so satisfied by the gentle, romantic contact of their wander through the woods. Now that he has her...he wants her. ]

Ori...

[ Her lips part easily and pleadingly beneath his attentions, letting him taste her duly, and tasting him in turn. An ardent heat slowly but surely builds between them when her back meets the trunk of a tree, as her tail sways slowly against bark, the sound of that contact accompanied by their breaths, the rustling of his leaves and her clothing as they kiss. Only to be broken by the whisper of her name on his lips...

And when she hears that, she is very sure that she wants him, too. Her eyes, half-lidded, stay fixed on his lips as she responds, ]

Yes, Trahearne...?

[ Trahearne's eyes just barely peel open; all he can see is a blur of lilac that fills his vision. It's hard to think he would want anything else in his life right now.

He inhales, the scent of the forest and of Ori filling his mind. ]

I would make love to you. [ He shifts against her slightly, suddenly conscious of every curve on her body against him, his nose just barely dusting the skin on her cheek. ] If you would have me.

[ She's intoxicating. ]

[ Ori smiles against his lips, their faces so close it feels almost as if her eyelashes could brush against his brow, against skin unlike any she's felt before. She breathes him in, that earthy musk of nature filling her senses; she's enamored with it all, with him, and so her answer comes all too easily spilling out of her lips. ]

I would.

[ Were she in her right mind, were the circumstances different, were this a tryst that came about as a result of genuine, progression... She might have asked to retreat to either of their homes for the luxury of getting to know each other's bodies in private, for that slow, gentle intimacy... But she is not in her right mind. Instead, the thought of him taking her right here in this clearing, against this tree feels so right, a culmination of this perfect day filled with him.

One of her hands falls away from him, but only momentarily so. Instead, it presses against the bark of the tree behind her, causing moss and flowers and life to spring forth, spreading across the trunk of the tree. ]

I'm all yours, Trahearne.

[ How nature suddenly blooms around her quite literally takes his breath away. For a moment, his heady daze is broken in his awe. That is genuine--he has never seen a druid in action before, and it's beautiful, he thinks. One who can bring life like this to the world is a treasure; unlike he, who has only dealt with death.

She is a treasure.

Trahearne is not much in his right mind either. His love has never blossomed to fruition like this in the span of a single day. It's typically a tough nut to crack, often bound by the shackles of doubt and self-effacement, set to a road of slow acceptance and action. At least, that's how it's been with Syrlya.

Part of him knows he should acknowledge that thought, but that part of him quickly melts away when he presses their lips together once more, more forcefully, with more purpose this time. He tastes her as the arm around her waist loosens, drifting to the soft fabric of her skirt. His fingers tangle in it, bunching and moving it to the side as he makes his way to her thigh. At this point his skin is sufficiently warmed by her own body heat, and his fingers press curiously into the soft flesh. ]

[ She hums into that ardent, searing kiss of theirs, and once more her lips part easily against his, this time allowing her tongue to meet his as she deepens the kiss further, angling her head so that she can taste him and he can taste her in turn. She is eager to be drunk on him, to be close to him, to feel him, all the more so when he slowly begins to hike her skirt up her leg. The feeling of his touch against her skin there is so new, yet so electrifying all at once. She's truly never had anyone like him before...

She lifts that leg of hers, presses her thigh into his side, urging him to keep touching her. ]

Edited 2023-01-26 20:20 (UTC)

[ He runs his tongue over hers, and they dance together in their deepened contact. And the longer they kiss, the more he feels like he loses himself in her. He could do this all day, he thinks.

He hums into her mouth as his hand travels upward, grabbing onto her thigh and pulling her up more towards his height. He wedges his leg between her and the tree, offering her a place to balance herself in this new, elevated position if she so wishes. But he doesn't let go; his fingers dig into the part of her hip that leads to her rear, thumb gently caressing her hip bone. A habit he has developed, he idly realizes; how different that feels with a woman. Men are so narrow, bony.

No matter. There's the slightest shift as he rolls his body into her, breaking the kiss with a sigh in the process. His lips drift upward, leaving a feathery trail of kisses up her nose, her eyelids, and to the base of her horns. ]

[ His fingers dig into the curve of her hips so perfectly, but it's not enough for her to want to stop kissing and drinking him in deeply. Only when his body rolls into hers, providing that contact and friction that she's beginning to crave, does she feel such an urge. They are of the same mind in that regard, it seems, because Trahearne pulls away with a sigh soon enough. Ori groans, for her part, her mouth remaining agape with a plea at the tip of her tongue. She wants him to kiss her again so badly.

Instead he leaves a trail of kisses moving upward, and when his lips find her horns, she is utterly powerless against the way her body shivers against him. Her horns have always been a sensitive spot for her, both physically at the base of each, and emotionally. Often the source of pain, bidding others to treat her differently or act prejudiced towards her... But here, he shows them his affection, and that makes her heart well up with feeling once more.

Her hands find his shoulders, fingertips pressing deeply into him there, as her tail thumps against the tree behind her... although it slowly comes to wrap around his leg. ]

[ There's a surprised little gasp, followed by a quiet chuckle as he feels her tail wrap around him. Something about that tickles him, how the movement tantalizes him. He pauses in his movement as he feels arousal stir in the pit of his stomach. She's--she's incredible.

He peels his chest back from her--leg still firmly keeping her somewhat off the ground, hips still attached to hers--if only to look at her. Amber eyes drift over the tiefling and her flower framing before he reaches up and behind him to slough the leaves that constitute his shirt off.

His bare chest reveals the scar Ori had concerned herself over when they first met--it's looking better. And though he knows he doesn't necessarily need to take his shirt off, he wants to feel her. All of her. ]

[ Trahearne divests himself of his leaves, baring himself and reminding her of when they'd first met, how immediately captivated she had been by his appearance. Slowly, her hand trails from his shoulders and to that scar on his chest, feeling that urge to ask about it once more, but instead trusting that in time, he'll tell her. Maybe.

It doesn't change the fact that she feels warmth blooming all over her at the sight of him. And already, she's so eager to feel him against her bare skin... To that end, she takes one of his hands and guides it to a ribbon on her blouse, urging him to take hold of that ribbon and pull on it to bare the fullness of her breasts to him. ]

[ Trahearne obediently follows her guidance and pulls loose her blouse; his lips part in anticipation as he pauses for a moment to take in the sight. She's...she's beautiful. How many times has that thought crossed his mind today?

It doesn't matter. His hand comes to gently cup her breast, taking in how soft, how malleable it feels under his fingers. Gently he massages it as he leans in again for another deep, feverish kiss, pressing his chest against hers. He exhales--they are flush against one another, the heat radiating from her body warming him from the inside.

And in the meanwhile, he rolls his hips into her again, dulled pressure radiating through his groin. That is going to need dealing with in a bit. ]

[ She can't help the way that her eyes stay fixed on his face as he takes in the sight of her; worry is far from her mind (for once), but... surely, he's never been with a tiefling woman before ~~or any woman~~, so she can't help but wonder what his reaction might be.

Soon enough, however, he touches her, drawing an approving hum from deep within her as he begins to gently massage her breast, the sound of it resonating against his lips as they meet for another kiss, and growing louder when she feels that hot, lustful friction between them. She is, admittedly, surprised by how similar this feels to being intimate with most any other humanoid - yet at the same time, everything is different because it's him, isn't it?

Her tail winds around his leg a little more tightly as she moves, bringing her standing leg up to join the other in wrapping around his body. Every roll of his hips, she meets with her own. ]

[ Ori's growing moan tickles him, somewhere deep inside of him. Trahearne feels a flush prick his cheeks, and as her voice gets louder, a low, gravelly moan slips from his lips and into her mouth. This is a heat he's never felt before. If he could sweat, he would surely be dripping, he thinks.

The hand on her hip shifts towards the center. There's a small buzz of uncertainty as he does so, but it's drowned out by the insatiable pangs of desire that ripple through him with each roll of her hips on his. If he does something wrong, then...he's sure she'll tell him. They are practically strangers. Yet he trusts her unconditionally. Is that strange?

His outstretched thumb dips downward, into her folds—a curious finger that rubs against her clit. He exhales. How is he supposed to contain himself at this point? ]

[ They are practically strangers, and yet somehow as if in a dream, it's like they've known each other for so long...

His hand drifts, and Ori does nothing to stop him, patient and waiting on bated breath until he surprises her with a thumb pressed fervently to her clit. At once, he draws the breath from her lungs with a sigh as she practically melts against him, her head tipping back. The tips of her horns dig into the mossy bed of flowers behind her, hair dragging against the bark beneath. ]

Just like that...

[ She glances at him, gaze gone heady through long lashes as she watches for what he'll do next, what he'll surprise her with next. ]

[ The encouragement spurs him, igniting a smouldering arousal in him into a bright, hungry flame. Trahearne presses his thumb harder onto her; firm, measured strokes traveling over her clit, teasing her entrance, and then back again. Over, and over.

His own eyes, unfocused under the haze of desire, meet hers for a moment--he thinks, in that brief period, that he can see into her soul. That they are connected on a level more fundamental than he can comprehend. There's an ache in his chest that tugs at him, but it is only a shadow of a thought across his mind.

With a heavy exhale he dives in, folds over her. Hungrily he presses his mouth to her neck, tongue eagerly taking in the flavors of her skin. It's only a brief moment that he stays there; when he pulls back, he murmurs against lilac, ]

...I love you.

[ Over, and over. And yet each stroke, each hot breath he looses against her lilac skin, and each press of his lips to her increasingly fees like it isn't enough.

And especially not when he says those words.

Her eyes widen, a vague recognition once again swimming in the haze of her mind that tells her that this isn't quite right. That the love she feels blooming in her chest when she hears those words doesn't feel quite right. That the words don't sound quite right... But there is something in that selfsame haze that tells her that it is. To accept it. ]

I love you, too...

[ And so she says them back. ]

[ There's an odd swirl of emotion in his chest. Trahearne feels himself melt under the weight of the words, that he has waited for so long to hear them. But once again, something is misaligned in his head--it wasn't supposed to be from Ori. Was it? The infatuation is...real, right?

But as his thumb passes over her clit again, he quickly forgets all his questions. Despite how much he tends to think and overthink things, whatever enchanting effect Ori has on him seems to be curing him of this habit. His lips curl in a smile against her skin, savoring the sensation for one last moment before he decides to peel back.

His gaze settles on her, a soft, unfocused smile on his face. He wants her desperately, and the tightness between his legs is a testament to that.

The hand on her breast lets go, drifting downward to his own waist. He twists off the vines that wrap around his hips, and quickly moves to peel off the bark on his hips and groin, wherever is easiest for him to reach with her legs so tightly wrapped around him like that, revealing a painfully erect stamen.

He doesn't give her much time to contemplate that, though. He dives back in, pushing himself up against her again, in a deep and needy kiss. ]

[ Every touch he blesses her with ignites her desire anew, making her hotter and hungrier with each breath and feel of his hands on her. The noise that parts her lips as he pulls away is very nearly a whine as she laments even that smallest distance, but soon she finds herself utterly enraptured by the sight of him. Ori has always had a profound, deep connection with nature; of course, it feels... So right, for her to fall in love with an individual whose very being has been cast by nature...

He presses in once more, capturing her in a kiss that draws her even deeper into this strange haze, but before long, with parted lips she mutters against his: ]

Trahearne...

[ She can't wait any longer. ]

Take me.

[ He exhales, his breath coming out in a moan. The admittance, the command stirs a need in him, leaves him dizzy and lightheaded. What he wouldn't do for her, to make her feel good?

So with a final, messy kiss to her lips he pulls back again. His eyes settle on hers as he shifts, guiding himself towards her. And as the tip comes to rest at her entrance, he shudders in anticipation.

And he pushes in. Her wet heat envelops him, forcing a deep, gravelly groan from him. As much as he tries to keep his eyes open, to watch every reaction, he finds them fluttering shut despite himself, his head lolling back. ]

Ah...

[ Her core, hot and wet and needy, pulses against the tip of him, and that moment seems to stretch into eternity. But before long he rewards her patience by finally burying himself deep into her, drawing a breathy moan from her in turn. Her legs, her tail tighten around him, as if she never wants to be apart from him, and the tips of her fingers dig into his shoulders and back. ]

Gods...

[ It feels good. Unlike anything she's ever felt... She leans forward, burying her head against the crook of his neck where it meets his shoulder. ]

Hurry...

[ Of all that is sacred and holy on Tyria, hearing her beg like that, feeling her press herself against him overwhelms him. Whatever fragments of sensible thought he had once are now gone. All he can think of is the contact between them, how he wants so much more of her.

He presses the side of his head to hers, nuzzling against the base of her horn as he begins to roll his hips in measured, controlled thrusts. The hand not holding onto her hip comes to grip the back of her head, tangling in her hair and amongst her flowers. Every inch of her insides moving against him causes his breath to hitch, and he moans low. ]

Ori...

[ The thumb at her clit begins to move again, strokes awkward and stuttered, but he's doing his best. ]

[ Ori has always been of the mind that if she asked for something nicely enough, she would have a good chance of receiving it... And this is no different.

Any clumsiness on either of their parts seems to matter very little in the headiness of this very heated encounter between them. The fact that it's him, Trahearne, is all that matters. Each movement of their bodies against each other, each touch, each breath and each filthy noise that passes between them builds an undeniable, dizzying fever within her. Soon, words are lost to her entirely, her lips staying parted but only to offer wordless noises, panting, moaning, anything to express how good this all feels. ]

[ The way her bare chest feels on him, how his skin rattles against every noise that escapes her lips, how so hot and loving she feels wrapped around him--it's overwhelming. His own lips part against her hair, a quiet groan rolling in his throat with each feverish thrust.

He feels lightheaded. His thumb pauses, pressing against her. All he can concentrate on is pushing himself closer towards the edge, eliciting more of those sounds from her; his eyes flutter open, and he is met with the bounty of nature. ]

You're beautiful...

[ Ori is chasing that edge, herself, and he can feel the way that she is, the way that her insides quiver and tighten around his... stamen I cannot believe this is a sentence that I'm writing.

With each thrust he pushes her further into and against that soft, natural cushion she's flourished, causing leaves and petals alike to weave into her brown locks, truly offering a sight to behold. She thinks the same of him as his voice bids her to open her eyes, half lidded, to see and appreciate in a way only a druid can the verdant tones of his skin against the lush summer greenery of the woods. He's perfect.

But she cannot, for the life of her, find the cohesion for words at the moment. As such, she answers him not with words but with another kiss, perhaps rough in its execution, yet tender in its intent.

Worked up as she is from the spell, and how erotic this all is, to make love under the canopy of the trees and surrounded by nature, and how good he feels inside of her, the way he's been so attentive to her sensitive bud... She won't last much longer. ]

[ The touch with which she greets his lips is so soft, so loving that he scarcely cares about how messy or rough it might be. She does not need to use any words to tell him just how much she cares for him, on such a deep level. He knows. And so he returns it with his own gentle kiss--despite how hard it is for him to retain any semblance of control and composure at this point.

He pushes in, faster and deeper with each thrust; each movement sending a needy moan through his lips and into hers, waves of ecstasy to roll through his being and through her. No longer can he keep his eyes open. He's so lost in all of this, in all of her as he nears his apex. ]

O-oh, Ori... I'm...

[ It comes out in a groan. It's quite obvious what the rest of that sentence is meant to be, but he simply does not have the brainpower between the spell and the heady attraction between them. ]

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oh nsfw warning ig...

here we go ig...

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