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"I want... fuck," he curses, reaching up and grabbing her by the back of the neck to pull her down. He wanted her lips on his, the taste of witch and coffee and female and the taste of lipstick that was smeared over both of them. His other hand went to her hip, down to her ass, squeezing there before he gave it a light slap. "Fuck the conditions. Just don't stop doing that," he begged, panting against her lips as he started to feel the first tickle of his own need rising up through him.

If she thought he smelled like cookies before, that scent bloomed from him and took over the room.

On it, she wants to say, but he pulls her down to kiss her and she gets too into that to be a brat. The angle changes, but she manages to still fuck herself on his cock at the same pace, and kiss him, at least until he slaps her ass.

She smile against his lips, breaking the kiss. "Yes, sir," is the teased answer, and see? Not stopping. Not stopping him, if he wants to spank her a little while she fucks him into her mattress.

The scent of what she's realising is very aroused Rowan blooms all around her, and she pulls from his lips to kiss down his chin, down his the side of his neck. Lick up the column of his throat, and find her way back to his mouth.

His hand moves up into her hair, making a mess of it and gripping dark strands as she teases at his throat. He can feel that reciprocal need to nuzzle at hers, to mark that place where shoulder and neck curve together. That primal male part of him wanted to see proof that he'd been here, that he'd had her, but she wasn't his. Yet. This was a first meeting of the minds to see if there was anything in common to continue later.

Judging by how he could feel himself getting closer to that edge, he was thinking that yes, there might be a few things that they had that worked well together. She taunted him and he growled, both hands down to grab her ass and pull her down harder, all while he upped that vibration going through him into her. Power shuddered, and he pushed it into her at the same pace he was fucking her.

Did she mention that she likes having her hair pulled, or did he just instinctively guess exactly what buttons to push? He's good, he's so so good, and it makes her hopeful for the next time. And the next. Once is not going to be enough.

She muffles that growl of his with a kiss, hands to his hair this time, arms resting on his shoulders. If he's going to grab onto her ass with both hands, she'll grab his hair. Balance.

"Ohfuck, you cheater," she gasps out, when she feels that power vibrate through her, the effects of it instant. She clamps around his cock tight as a vice, and with a quiver that runs up both her legs as warning, she comes again.

He'd laugh if he wasn't busy trying to remember to breathe. Her body tightened around his again and he finally let himself go. Let that pleasure crash up through him so that the light flickered through him, under his skin as it rippled and lit him from within. His fingers dug into her ass, holding her there as he pumped up, then stilled as his body emptied into her with a loud, drawn out sound. "S'not cheating if you like it."

She is just going to stay exactly where she is, sat on his dick, still writhing a little with the aftershocks of that one orgasm, and maybe the fact that he felt him come inside her. It definitely does something to her brain chemistry to know that part. Call it the hint of a kink.

Or the neon sign of one.

Anyway, she's wrung out, and finally collapses on top of his chest, her laugh tired but reverberating against his chest. "Yeah, I liked it..."

He purred, that sound rumbling through him as she rested on him, letting his hand skim down along her back in a petting motion. He nuzzled against her, keeping her exactly where she was while they both came down from that mutual high. "I did as well. Very much so."

He wasn't going to pretend he didn't, not that he'd be able to. He'd never understood human males with their silly barriers they put up when they met someone they liked. 'Playing it cool'. Playing it stupid, more like it. Then they wondered why they were always single and living into their old age alone. Idiots. "We didn't open the wine," he commented, smiling at how quickly they'd gone from 'hello' to naked time.

The petting is so nice, that she ends up humming in time with his caresses. Her shivers subside, and mellow out, until she's settled and comfortable exactly where she is.

The reminder of the wine makes her laugh. "We didn't even bring it up with us," she adds, lifting her head to look at him. "Things kind of escalated, didn't they?" She grins, playful. "Not sure I do remember my name, or where I am, or what year it is."

He laughed, finger brushing her bangs away. "Darling, if you think that's the end of it, I'm going to be thrilled to educate you on just how a fae fucks. It's been awhile for me, and I have a bit of... pent up need." A flex of his lower half to show that while he'd come, he hadn't gone limp in the slightest.

"When I say all night, I do mean all night."

She was expecting his dick to start softening, in hindsight, but it's not until he warns her he's not done and flexes beneath her that she realises that's not happening.

"Oh." She sucks in a breath, squeezing around him experimentally, to see if she is anywhere near oversensitisation. It makes her pulse stutter a bit to feel him still hard, so she does it again, rolling her hips a little to grind down on his dick.

Nice.

She leans down and brushes a kiss against his lips. "Educate me."

He grinned at the kiss, then rolled them over, pinning her down to the bed and grabbing her hands to keep them in place near her head. "Are you certain you're in the right mind set to learn? It'd be a shame for a good lesson to need to be repeated just because your head was in the clouds."

As he said that, he braced his knees, grinding up into her and feeling that wetness from both of their pleasure slip out of her. "I'm not apologizing for leaving a mess on your bed. I told you that was going to happen."

It's with a laugh that she goes limp and surrenders, taking way too much delight at being rolled over onto her back again so easily.

"Oh, you smooth fuck," she accuses, lifting her head to press a kiss to his throat. It's as far as she can go, with his hand holding her arms up, hands locked together in place. The restraint is...delicious. Even moreso, the way he grinds into her, her legs spread and in the air where they ended up when he turned the proverbial tables. "I'll have you know, I'm a fast learner. Very...mm - resilient."

"You are, are you?" He smiled down at her, but when she went for his throat, he tipped his head to the side to bare it to her. Fae liked neck bites. They liked them very much. But they also liked when their partners were teasing little shits- or at least, this one did. He moved again, but it was slow this time. Intentional. "Are you certain?"

Well, if he's going to tip his head and bare the side of his neck for her, she's going to strain just so she can nip and kiss and lick it. 'Teasing little shit' is actually her middle name, so he's very much in luck.

A lick where she nipped him with her teeth, just to soothe it, and she hums. "What's a little education without tests?" She licks once more, and drops back again, dark eyes glittering with mischief in the moonlight that fills the room. "Try me."

He sets up a swirling, circling motion with his hips, moving so that he's all but stirring himself inside her. As his body presses against hers, there's pressure over the mound of her pubis, grinding his against her clit even as he's moving to add that warmth inside her. "I certainly hope that you know that you can bite if you'd like. I like it."

"Fuckfuckfuck," she manages under her breath at that rhythm, the way he grinds against her clit and inside her wrecking through her senses. Pure eloquence from Ariadne Frey.

She brings her legs up to loosely wrap them around his waist, rolling her hips up from below to meet his. The fae magic doesn't sink deep, but even at surface level she feels it - like vibrations, and heat. Like a very good sex toy, which she probably shouldn't call him. It all feels too good for her to not squirm and arch and move, but she doesn't want to fight for dominance - not right now, anyway - so she grabs at the bedsheets under her, wrists held together above her head still.

"Noted - I like...all this. Keep going." And, because her memory works in weird ways, she recalls the text from earlier and grins. "Were you really thinking of blindfolds?"

That made him laugh, and well, that did funny things to body parts inside someone, and he cut it off with a groan. "Your mind is a curious thing. Aye, I wouldn't have minded them. Blindfolds. Mirrors. The taking away or adding to one of the senses can have a very... intense reaction to a body during sex. Or, so I'm told," he grinned, licking at her throat and nipping at the curve of it. He could scent her skin, that base scent of female and witch that had him grinding in a sporadic rhythm, just to tease and torment her.

She grins up at him, then tips her head to welcome that lick to her throat with a pleased groan. "Kinky," she manages to insert that little tease despite his mouth being one hot torment after another. His mouth, his hand holding her arms in place, his cock keeping her full, the grind of his hips - it all is. So much. Fun.

"C-can confirm." That it has intense reactions to a body during sex to remove a sense? Yes, she's tested it - once. There was a time when her shop landed her in London, of all places - heady London, with all its kink and sex clubs, had been like a candy shop for lonely Ariadne at the time. She'd tried out so many things, and yet it's beginning to feel like this will be the experience that ruins her for others.

"I like the bite too," she murmurs while he's still mouthing at her throat. "A little bit of pain mixed in, hm?"

"Is that so," he murmurs at her throat, moving to grind, then thrust in more deeply, more intentionally as he gives her a more firm nip to the skin. Not enough to break it, or even bruise, but there was a small mark there that he felt a smug sense of pride over.

"Now you have me curious on your thoughts on hot wax."

She flutters and tightens around his cock in response to that nip, her senses intensified by the way he's moving and holding her down. Unavoidably, he has her panting and trying to grind up into him with a little more desperation.

"Stay curious," she manages, turning her head to brush a kiss against his temples. "Come back and find out."

There it is. Once isn't enough for her, and she's putting it out there for him that she'll want him again.

He moves her hands up higher on the bed, starting to go back to the quicker, deeper motions of before, lips finding hers as he kissed her back. He could hear something, as if maybe she was surprised at the offer herself, but she'd made it and he'd take it.

"I've beeswax candles that would look a treat drizzled over your lovely breasts."

It's a little hint of a stretch, her arms pinned further up, and the combination of that plus the picking up of his pace have her groaning into the kiss, greedily returning it, demanding more. The surprise at herself for offering him a second (and more) night(s) has all but faded now - replaced by hazy, building pleasure. With each deeper thrust, she melts into the bed, the walls of her pussy clamping around his cock, tight and slick. By the time he breaks the kiss to bring up beeswax, she feels delirious again, built up slowly into a needy frenzy.

"Please - good..." Beeswax on her breasts sounds decadent, and she's on board, but more of this. More of this now.

He watches her losing herself under him, feels it in the way her body is starting to tighten around his, and he adds a stronger pulse to the magic filling his length, to match it to his pulse as he fucks up into her. Faster. Faster still. His teeth graze along her shoulder as he focuses on holding his own pleasure back, on tipping her over again instead.

She understandably loses her mind over the heady mix of magic and sex. Maybe sex should always be like this, maybe she should just find more fae to fuck instead of regular humans.

It's impossible to resist reaching out with her own again. If magic is a series of energies, then she doesn't need the tattoos or the grimoire or the circles to do it. It can be like baking is for her - instinctive.

She lets hers surge out of her to wrap around his. It's enough to carry her closer to the edge, and the rest is taken care of by his magnificent cock just pounding into her.

He bites her shoulder, she squeezes him between her thighs, and comes with little scream - that good.

It's rare for someone who can use magic to not have been born with it, so the idea that a witch needed spells or books solely to let it flow was rather silly. Perhaps they were what helped them direct it more precisely, but magic was in their blood as much as it was his.

When he felt hers reaching out to him, tangling with his, he welcomed it and let his own fill those gaps that were left by hers playing along. He could feel that tension building, and then she was tightening around him again, clamping her body around his and he ground in, careful to let go of her wrists so he didn't hurt her as he emptied himself again. His magic rippled, skin glimmering as he let it just dissipate with the release from both of them.

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