Almost is the Worst (Ina)

by **Orion Michaels** on January 4th, 2014, 4:57 pm

Orion made no move to acknowledge the woman’s displeasure with his choice to break their kiss; no, such a thing only drove him further into their passion. He brought his lips close to hers once more, a mere word of his breath dancing across her flesh. Every dazed look, every flush of her freckled skin only encouraged him more, but for Orion, as always, it was the hunt that really got him off. Even when they were so close, even when all it would have taken was a simple shift of his hips and their bodies would have joined as one, it wasn’t enough. There was more toying to be done, and that’s what made it so simple to yield the controlling position to the young Svefra.

When she slid her legs out from underneath him, he lifted his hips to allow her to do so.

When she set to roll over on top of him, he lowered his body to allow her on top.

It was all simple enough, and the rush he felt was all worth it. Despite his efforts to maintain the flow in their fun, his body betrayed him any show of disinterest. When she brought her warmth to him, his own desire was fully apparent. Shivers coursed through his body as his fingers traced the curves of her frame, his own lust burning nearly uncontrollably. It would have been so simple to stop their playing, and for a moment he nearly considered it. Just move a little bit and there would be no more playing. Blue eyes darted up and down the Svefra, but just before he could act, she spoke and brought him back into focus.

”Why are you asking me?” His tone was low, hushed, and suggestive. ”One so keen on being in charge, and yet you don’t know what to do when you are there. Interesting.” The cook’s hands slid down her sides, firmly grasping her rear and pulling her down so their flesh was pressed against one another’s. ”It’s fairly simple,” he remarked, his gaze now locked on hers. ”You just have to know what you want,” Orion said, grinding their heat together, ”and take it.”

A soft moan escaped his lips as she attacked his neck. One of his hands trailed up her back and gently ran through her hair as she tortured him with those lips. ”On the other side of the c-coin,” he said, stuttering as she found a particularly sensitive spot. ”Finding what someone wants and holding it just out of reach,” he said, giving a squeeze for good measure. ”S-so, Miss Whitewave. When do you intend to actually make me work?”

by **Edreina** on January 30th, 2014, 6:42 am

Every single shred of self-control Edreina fancied herself in possession of melted and threatened to drift away as he ground against her. His words were just noise, fading into the throbbing of her head and her nether. As his hand found its way into her hair, she caught herself whimpering faintly, shivering against him. There was something about having a man's fingers in her still-wet hair, so close to taking hold of a fistful and-

The Svefra shuddered, smirking wickedly. It had been awhile and Orion was bringing out the worst in her. Something about him just made her aching and tingly all over. His teasing just egged her on, made her want to further draw out the anticipation of their final joining, add every drop of heat and passion to it that she could.

She kissed him, then, lips alight with mischief and a burning desire that could not be expressed in words, but the lips that formed them and the hands that wrote them. Curved hips rolled and twisted in a way that was innately Svefra. There was a fluidity and control of her movements that harked to a life upon the rolling waves, always in motion, always driving their shared pleasure. Teeth tugged gently at his lower lip with each loll of her head, each arch of her back. As he gripped her rear, her hands traced the musculature of his chest, slipping down his stomach to the sensitive skin of his hips before darting back upwards like a tricksy lure before a reluctant fish.

The redhead's breath caught as he grew closer than before, tempting her with the knowledge that a single tilt of her hips would bring them together. Blue eyes blazed as she pulled away abruptly, her own lip subject to the shackles of her gentle teeth this time. Firmly, she pressed on his shoulders, hoping for him to lay back flat against the deck. If he complied, she would take his hands and place them on her hips as slowly she started to sway again. A taut torso flexed and arched, glittering ever so faintly with the remnant's of the Suvan's salty water. One hand rose to tangle in her own hair, letting it trail lazily over her face as she exaggerated the motions of her hips, carrying them upwards into her chest. By that point, she was slick against him and each time he caught her just right, a moan of wanting trickled from between parted lips. It was getting harder with each passing chime to resist the urge to satisfy herself.

Occasionally, she would look down at him daring him to imagine how much more it could be, what else he could be feeling at that very moment. And then she would be lost again, enjoying the torture she brought upon herself and the way that the swaying of the Suvan's surface only seemed to heighten the sensation.

Finally, she stopped, smirking breathlessly as she leaned down to press her lips against the corner of his jaw. Her whisper was nearly hoarse with restrained pleasure as her lips drifted up to the lobe of his ear, "Come now... Time you work for it..." With that, she was off of him, propped on her elbows with her knees up and together, temping and taunting him with just the faintest slip of his prize to be seen. If the look she gave him was not enough, she hoped a crooked finger would do the trick, beckoning him over to her.

(c) Wanda Endust

by **Nivel** on December 4th, 2014, 1:15 am

Orion Michaels :

Edreina :

Additional Comments: Threads like these make me wish I wasn't a Pycon... Anyway if you have any questions or concerns feel fee to message me.

Flashback Almost is the Worst (Ina)