The Smut It Be Finished!!!

Read it and explode bitches. 

“My god it seem things are getting worse…”

The past year had not gone smoothly for Sevaran and his father. He glanced over lists of citizens being arrested for suspicions of having dragon blood, executions to be held out of innocent people in the town square, even lists of pardons of criminals, drow criminals, who were far worse than those being put to death. He ran his fingers through his brunette locks and heaved a heavy sigh. Neither he nor his father would have condoned this…but his father was not present in the kingdom for disturbances in the south mountains with the dwarves had drawn him away, and he had his own suspicions that someone else was pulling strings behind the curtains to get what they wanted. If he was going to find out who was behind all this mess he was going to have to hire those who played in the shadows to get more information. The best place to find someone for such a task was down by the shore, where pirates, ruffians, whores, and assassins met. A place where mermaids were so beautiful that they would entice pillagers with their siren songs and feast upon the poor saps that fell into the water. It was then while these thoughts whirled around in Sevaran’s mind that Laeon had entered the room with a tray that held a platter of meat, a flagon of mead, a bowl of fruit and a partial loaf of bread as well as some cheese. There was also a small jar that held tobacco for the pipe hose in the corner of the room. He released a sigh as he shut the door and placed the tray of sustenance upon Sevaran’s desk.

“You look dismal…” he commented.

“I feel dismal…things are going from bad to worse…I don’t know how to stop it…”

Laeon released another sigh as he moved to stand beside his master. He reached out to brush some of the brunette locks out of Sevaran’s face and stroked the bearded cheek with the back of his hand lightly.

“I know Varan but we have to find a way…”

Blue met silver as Laeon slid into his lap embracing him close. Sevaran returned the affection allowing his head to rest against Laeon’s shoulder lightly. It was the presence and touch of his friend and sevant that comforted him, if only a little.

“I know you will be able to turn things around. I can feel it.”

“You have far too much confidence in me my friend.” Sevaran laughed a bit, but Laeon pressed a kiss to the soft brunette tresses with a smile.

“And you forget that I can see future events…well sometimes. I am still honing my abilities.”

“Aye tis true my friend.”

Sevaran smiled a bit as his gaze met that of his friend’s. Laeon’s fingers languidly stroked the supple locks of his master as he smiled back and tilted his head downward so his forehead touched Sevaran’s slightly. He took a deep breath, having planned this moment in his head for weeks, and then soon he hesitantly pressed his lips against those of his master’s. This surprised Sevaran but he smiled against Laeon’s lips, his arms hugging the smaller male around his waist and he kissed back, elated that Laeon was beginning to initiate intimacy. The smaller male had brought light to him even in his darkest moments. After a few seconds Laeon slowly drew away, cheeks flushed and eyes locking with Sevaran’s. He found nothing but joy, love and adoration swirling in the brilliant blue orbs of his master.

“You have such soft lips Laeonaron.” Sevaran commented leaning in and kissing him once more. Laeon smiled as he cupped the man’s face in his hands enjoying the touch and taste of his friend. He decided to test the boundaries by parting his lips slightly and poked his tongue at Sevaran’s lips and he received a delightful reward in return. Sevaran willingly had parted his lips to allow Laeon to take charge, graciously allowing Laeon to slide his tongue into his mouth. The prince released a groan as his friend shifted his body to where he straddled his hips. Such an action caused Sevaran to groan into Laeon’s mouth as his own hands slid down to grasp the firm rounded buttocks clad by the soft cotton tunic. A slight gasp left Laeon’s lips when Sevaran gripped his behind but he found the sensation to be quite…arousing…this sensation was new to him but he felt that if he was with Sevaran he would be safe. That he wouldn’t get hurt. Sevaran constantly promised him that he would never hurt him and for the past year the man had stayed true to his word. Laeon felt his pants grow a little tight around his groin but he also sensed the bulge in Sevaran’s pants and the heat radiating from it. It was if the organ was aching to be freed. Laeon drew away slightly, gently nuzzling his friend breathing a bit heavily. He felt a hand cup his cheek, stroking it lightly.

“Talk to me sweetheart….please let me know what you are thinking.” Sevaran’s voice was tender as he spoke. Slowly Laeon raised his eyes to meet his friends with a heavy sigh.

“I…I want to do this…but…”

“But what?”

Laeon paused closing his eyes feeling ashamed.

“Please don’t shut me out Laeon. Please.”

He loved that about Sevaran. The man always said please when he wanted him to do something.

“I’m afraid…I’m afraid that the memories will return...” He was referring to the years of rape and torture he endured. But Sevaran only cupped his cheek lightly and kissed him briefly.

“You have no reason to fear anything sweetheart. If they do start to surface we can always stop.”

Slowly Laeon nodded. He wanted this. He wanted to not be afraid of intimacy but he knew he could not dive into it. Slow and steady was how he would have to take this. Once more he pressed his lips to his master’s with a groan but gasped when he felt a hand cupping his manhood. Sevaran’s hand. He pulled away slightly with a sharp breath when he felt someone touching him in this gentle manner. Blue irises shone and smiled upon Laeon and they were greeted with silvery grey ones that shone love and a hint of lust in return.

“Sevaran…” Laeon breathed.

“Shhhh just feel. Don’t think.”

Laeon allowed himself to focus on Sevaran’s hand upon his hardening manhood, allowing himself to let all thoughts wash away. Don’t think, just feel. He focused his energy to the hand on his growing erection, sensing the gentle strokes of his lover. Something in him caused him to shudder and caused his manhood to swell with desire even more. Then before he could register what was happening he felt the calloused hand against the smooth flesh of his organ, stroking it ever so tenderly. A small gasp of pleasure loosened his lips as silver and sapphire met again. In his haze of lust Laeon kissed his prince excitedly and with a small moan, his hips tilting into the sweet touch of Sevaran’s bare hand. Sevaran’s hand gently rubbed against the very smooth flesh of Laeon’s cock before fingers curled around the hardened flesh, his thumb bushing over the very tip. He had always wondered how Laeon’s cock felt in his hand. The flesh like silk. Smooth and sleek. Even the hair surrounding Laeon’s manhood was fluffy and downy soft. What surprised Sevaran even more was how gifted his petite lover was. He had not expected such a large organ on a smaller male but he was rather delighted at the prospect. Curling his fingers around Laeon’s penis, he eagerly returned his lover’s affections, nipping lightly at his lower lip and began to slowly stroke him.

“Ahh…Varan…” He breathed.

The strokes came quicker and were soon accompanied by soft kisses upon Laeon’s neck. Sevaran’s beard brushed against his flesh. Soft whimpers and small moans emitted from Laeon’s lips as he felt himself come closer and closer to his peak.

“Come for me my sweet. Give into your flesh.” Sevaran whispered into his ear before pressing his lips against Laeon’s jawbone. 

It didn’t take long for Laeon to finish. Tanned fingers clasped onto his friend’s shoulders as he buried his face into the man’s neck, not wanting to be heard as he came. He had always muffled himself when he would reach his climax, only because he did not want to give his former masters any satisfaction in ‘pleasuring’ him. But Sevaran, he was different. Even as Laeon hit his peak Sevaran stroked the cock in his hand, milking it of every last drop Laeon had to give, a small smile upon his lips at the warm milky liquid that had spilled onto his hand. He pressed a kiss to the soft locks upon Laeon’s head, a hand stroking his friend’s spine idly. The warm breaths Laeon exhaled brushed against his neck every so lightly. This brought and even bigger smile to his face. There were so many things about this man that he enjoyed The way he blushed when Sevaran would flirt with him, the softness of his copper skin, the silky way his hair felt, whenever he would smile, the way his silver eyes shined when he was happy, the way those same silver eyes would gaze at him adoringly.

“Laeon.” He whispered.

But Laeon didn’t hear him, he was too distracted by what had just happened. He was slumped in Sevaran’s lap, the man’s hand around his now flaccid member and his fingers trailing along the length of his spine. No thoughts or memories of old haunted him, just the thought of wanting more from Sevaran. It was true. He did want more. Not just sex but a deeper bond with him. After a moment he shifted and glanced up to his lover, eyes shining in desire.

“Varan…” he whispered with a smile and received a smile in return as Sevaran kissed him once more. Tongues battled for dominance once more as saliva exchanged between them. Laeon became a bit possessive and needy with his kissing. He lusted for more of Sevaran, not just his sex but of the man himself. Sevaran pulled away, his lip being bitten slightly by his lover. The sapphire eyes shone with love and adoration. Laeon was safe with Sevaran. And for the first time in his life he was confident of this. The prince would never strike him, never hurt him.

“Varan, sia itov.” Laeon whispered in draconic. The language came to him naturally, rolling off his tongue in a melodious fashion.  He called the prince ‘my love’, for it was true. Laeon did love him, and it was not until this moment that he had realized it. His cheeks heated up in a flush at the broad smile Sevaran flashed at him. It matched the look of pure delight glimmering in the prince’s blue eyes.

“Aye, a'mael?” Sevaran replied in his own tongue. Laeon was his beloved. He meant it from the heart when he said this. He had fallen in love with the man the first time Laeon was summoned to him  It was Laeon’s turn to smile and he kissed Sevaran again but pulled away slightly. Their foreheads touched, as Laeon cupped Sevaran’s cheek, stroking the soft beard with slender tanned fingers.

“I want more my love.” Laeon spoke in the common speech. “I want more of you…I want you to show me what it is like…when one consents to the act of…making love.”

“I am honored to be the one to show you such a thing my dearest.” Sevaran whispered again before capturing Laeon’s lips with his own in a tender kiss. He gently nibbled at his lover’s lower lip, sucking ever so lightly before parting his own as he felt his lover’s tongue flicker across his upper lip. A small moan left Laeon’s lips as he felt his lover’s hands slide under his tunic, shuddering in delight at how delicate the touch was. Sevaran pinched at Leon’s nipples, grinning at the hoops that pierced them. He gave one of the rings a gentle tug. Laeon tossed his head back with a sharp gasp as pleasure sparked throughout his body.

“Gods Varan…” he gasped.

“Laeon…” Sevaran breathed as he slid the tunic off of his lover smiling at the tanned flesh before him. So soft and velvety. He brushed his thumb over a pierced nipple flicking the golden ring lightly and his lips assaulted Laeon’s neck in a tender fashion. Arms slid around him, fingers tangling into his brunette locks as Laeon pulled himself closer to the man. He felt Sevaran’s lush lips kiss up his neck and to his earlobe tugging on the golden ring circling through it with his teeth before he whispered.

“We should move this to the bed…” The prince whispered in his ear before licking the outer shell of it with the tip of his tongue.

“Nnnn….yes love…” Laeon agreed before turning his head to meet the gaze of his lover. He smiled a bit, still catching the love and adoration in Sevaran’s eyes. Sevaran couldn’t help but smile back as he picked up his lover, clasping his hand beneath Laeon’s buttocks and carried him to his bed. He laid his lover down gently and hovered over him as lips began their attack once more. He planted tender kisses all over Laeon’s exposed flesh, tugging at the golden rings in Laeon’s nipples before circling his tongue around them. He smiled against Laeon’s skin when he felt his lover’s fingers tangle into his hair and small moans emit from his lips. His own fingers trailed the hem of Laeon’s leggings, inching them downward to expose more and more of his flesh. Eagerly, Laeon lifted his hips and wiggled them a bit as Sevaran tugged the clothing off gently and tossed them aside. Blue eyes scanned Laeon’s body taking in every beautiful feature upon him. His fingers trailed along the silky skin but paused when they reached a faint brand upon Laeon’s hip. He frowned at this but was a bit startled when he felt Laeon’s hand gripped his, intending to move his hand away. Blue met silver. There was an expression of pleading in Laeon’s eyes but Sevaran sighed and kissed his lover as he laced their fingers together. Pulling away briefly, he nuzzled Laeon’s cheek.

“You know that brand doesn’t make you who you are. You aren’t a slave anymore Laeonaron and I don’t ever think of you as such.” He whispered kissing his cheek again. “You are so much more my love.”

Before continuing anything he waited for Laeon to respond and was pleased when his lover nodded slightly.

“Please don’t touch it…”

“I won’t Laeon. I promise. Not unless you want me to.”

And he sealed that statement with a chaste kiss before sitting back on his knees and unbuckling the belt around his waist. Slowly he removed his tunic and flaunted his muscled and somewhat hairy torso. Laeon flushed at the sight, never seeing him this nude before, and what a beautiful sight Sevaran was. He traced the contours of the prince’s muscles with his eyes trembling in sheer delight and he even felt his manhood grow hard again. Receiving a grin and another kiss from Sevaran he smiled at this feeling more at ease with the prince than with any other bedmate. He sat up slightly as Sevaran moved off the silk blankets and began removing his trousers and boots then straightened up as he stood fully nude, and erect beside the bed. In an instant, Laeon’s eyes widened at this Adonis before him, his eyes taking in every delicious inch of the man. It was difficult for him not to stare at Sevaran’s manhood for it stood at attention, eagerly awaiting to be sheathed. ‘My god he is...beautiful!’ Laeon thought placing a hand to his mouth and taking a deep breath. Sevaran was bigger than most men that had bedded him, and much more gentle.

“Sevaran…” Laeon finally breathed. But Sevaran smiled sheepishly and blushed a bit. It wasn’t that he wasn’t proud of his size but more humbled by how the gods had blessed him. Yet he always seemed embarrassed when he would show it off. Laeon moved off of the bed and too his beloveds side taking his hand in his own.

“The gods have blessed you,” Laeon spoke softly, “you truly have their favor my prince.”

“If you speak of my cock,” Sevaran grinned as he began the statement as he slid an arm around his lover, fingers stroking the small of Laeon’s back. Laeon smiled at the statement and removed the tire from his braid and shook out his hair. Black waves cascaded down his back, just barely tickling Sevaran’s hand.

“I speak of you of you as a person. Not your cock. Even though you are well gifted.” Laeon began, “But they gods have given me to you, for your kind act of helping me escape my old ways. You brought a lowly slave out of hell and showed him what heaven is like. They favor you because of how you treat those below you.”

Before Sevaran could respond his lips were taken captive by Laeon’s in a deep and passionate kiss. Groaning both of his arms wrapped around his lover, pulling him into a protective embrace as he kissed back. Laeon’s hands cupped Sevaran’s face as he parted his lips for the man. He inhaled sharply as he felt the prince’s hardened cock brush against his own. Drawing away, Laeon deftly trailed his fingertips down to Sevaran’s chest and gently shoved him towards the bed. With a small thud Sevaran’s buttocks connected with the silk bedding, a small smile upon his face. Laeon grinned at him taking a deep breath and knelt before his lover, tanned fingers wrapping around the erect organ between Sevaran’s legs. Before he could even begin to pleasure his lover he felt Sevaran grasp his wrist slightly but Laeon shrugged it away before he began to stroke his lover. With a groan Sevaran leaned his head back and gasped somewhat tilting his hips towards Laeon as he felt a hot moist mouth surround his manhood.

“By the gods….Laeon…” he moaned.

Laeon, pleased by Sevaran’s response drew his head back, kissing the tip of his lover’s cock before engulfing it with his mouth once more. He raised and lowered his head as he moistened the organ with his saliva, as he drew Sevaran deep into his mouth, his hand gripped the man’s testes, giving them a slight squeeze. Sevaran fell back against the bed at the attention he received from his lover with a groan. He gripped the blankets beneath him trying to keep from bucking his hips into Laeon’s mouth but the man’s lips around his manhood felt like paradise. Sevaran could only imagine what it would be like inside of him. He whimpered when Laeon removed his mouth from his cock but looked up with pleading eyes as the smaller male crawled on top of him and straddled his hips. The calloused hands found their way to Laeon’s hips, giving them an affectionate squeeze.

“Laeon…” Sevaran breathed.

Laeon smiled a bit at his lover before taking saliva coated cock in hand and placed it at his entrance. He took a deep breath as he felt the tip of it poke into him but groaned as he fully lowered himself upon the man. This is what heaven felt like. Sevaran penetrating deep into his core. This was heaven and he was with his beloved. He released a small moan as Sevaran completely sheathed himself inside, and glanced down to his lover, tanned hand resting upon pale shoulders. Sevaran’s hand rested upon his hips, gently massaging them and his blue eyes asked the unspoken. Laeon just smiled and nodded at his lover as he lifted himself up slightly and then slid down on the spear invading his center. He began a slow pace at first but quickened slightly when he felt Sevaran thrust up into him, filling him deeper than he had ever known. The sensation of begin filled radiated throughout his body. Pure ecstasy surge within him and the intimate contact with Sevaran made it all the more pleasurable. He felt his lovers hand wrap around his waist as Sevaran shifted into a sitting position. Tanned arms pulled Sevaran close as a small moan escaped his lips.

“Ahhh…Varan…” Laeon whimpered as the pace between them quickened. Sevaran clutched his lover close as he felt his climax draw near but he held off until Laeon had his release. He reveled in his lovers whimpers for more and gave the man more. He groaned as he kissed Laeon and held the man close to him but he slowly shifted their position to where Laeon laid upon his back and Sevaran took control. Blue and silver met again as Sevaran plunged deep into Laeon. Over and over again he plunged into the tight warm core of his lover and groaned at hearing such soft whimpers from Laeon’s plump lips. He captured them with his own as one hand slid down Laeon’s side and around his waist to hold him close, the other hand helped balance him on the bed as he increased the pace of his thrusts. Faster and faster he thrust into Laeon delighting in the mewls of pleasure from his lover beneath him. He felt a delightful pain in his shoulders as Laeon’s fingers dug into his flesh.

“Gods! Varan!” Laeon whimpered. He was getting close to his peak once more. His hardened flesh rubbed against Sevaran’s torso as the pace quickened. Sweat rolled down his skin and Laeon yelped in pleasure when he felt Sevaran’s cock brush against that spot in his center. He bit his lower lip as he once again buried his face in his lover’s shoulder and within minutes he let out a muffled cry against it as hot white liquid covered both of their torsos. As soon as he felt Laeon come, Sevaran buried himself into his lover, emptying himself into the man, and released a low groan from his throat. Breathing hard he slowly withdrew from his lover and collapsed onto his side, his strong arm still around his lover. Happily Laeon cuddled into his embrace, elated at their union.

“By the gods Varan…”

“The gods have favored us Laeon…” Sevaran smiled as she stroked Laeon’s flushed cheek. There was a glow on Laeon’s face, a smile that radiated the room.

“They have my love…” Laeon replied his fingers tracing patterns in Sevaran’s beard. He leaned in kissing his beloved once more as he curled even more into the man, safe in his own personal heaven. Sevaran clutched him close, fingers stroking long black tresses in the most tender manner.

“I love you Laeonaron. Don’t ever doubt that.” Sevaran whispered as he buried his face in the smaller man’s hair.

“I love you too…there will never be a need for me to doubt you.” 

Because I love them.

Okay I will soon be posting detailed profiles about Laeon and Sevaran on my other blog but I've been writing fluffy and smutty nonsense and goodness with them that I have to post. To be honest I have no idea if it will end up in my final project. But I have fallen so madly in love with them That I cannot stop writing about them. They are my babies, my friends, my family, and my playthings. Yes I said playthings. They are the two characters that are currently in huge three dimensional development and there are so many things that I would love to do to them and do with them. Things to test them to make them angry to explore their emotions and they way they react to things. (I bet some of you are laughing right about now if you know me well enough.) Here is more with them. I love them so much that I must share them with you my readers.
Be warned this is Not Safe For Work. Or small children (age from the time they can read to the age of 18). Or for closed minded people. You have been warned.

“You have no reason to fear anything sweetheart. If they do start to surface we can always stop.”

Slowly Laeon nodded. He wanted this. He wanted to not be afraid of intimacy but he knew he could not dive into it. Slow and steady was how he would have to take this. Once more he pressed his lips to his master’s with a groan but gasped when he felt a hand cupping his manhood. Sevaran’s hand. He pulled away slightly with a sharp breath when he felt someone touching him in this gentle manner. Blue irises shone and smiled upon Laeon and they were greeted with silvery grey ones that shone love and a hint of lust in return.

“Sevaran…” Laeon breathed.

“Shhhh just feel. Don’t think.”

Laeon allowed himself to focus on Sevaran’s hand upon his hardening manhood, allowing himself to let all thoughts wash away. Don’t think, just feel. He focused his energy to the hand on his growing erection, sensing the gentle strokes of his lover. Something in him caused him to shudder and caused his manhood to swell with desire even more. Then before he could register what was happening he felt the calloused hand against the smooth flesh of his organ, stroking it ever so tenderly. A small gasp of pleasure loosened his lips as silver and sapphire met again. In his haze of lust Laeon kissed his prince excitedly and with a small moan, his hips tilting into the sweet touch of Sevaran’s bare hand. Sevaran’s hand gently rubbed against the very smooth flesh of Laeon’s cock before fingers curled around the hardened flesh, his thumb bushing over the tip of his cock. He had always wondered how Laeon’s cock felt in his hand. The flesh like silk. Smooth and sleek. Even the hair surrounding Laeon’s manhood was fluffy and downy soft. What surprised Sevaran even more was how gifted his petite lover was. He had not expected such a large cock on a smaller male but he was rather delighted at the prospect. Curling his fingers around Laeon’s penis, he eagerly returned his lover’s affections, nipping lightly at his lower lip and began to slowly stroke him.

“Ahh…Varan…” He breathed.

The strokes came quicker and were soon accompanied by soft kisses upon Laeon’s neck. Sevaran’s beard scratched against his flesh. Soft whimpers and small moans emitted from Laeon’s lips as he felt himself come closer and closer to his finish.

“Come for me my sweet. Give into your flesh.” Sevaran whispered into his ear before pressing his lips against Laeon’s jawbone. 

It didn’t take long for Laeon to finish. Tanned fingers clasped onto his friend’s shoulders as he buried his face into the man’s neck, not wanting to be heard as he came. He had always muffled himself when he would reach his climax, only because he did not want to give his former masters any satisfaction in ‘pleasuring’ him. But Sevaran, he was different. Even as Laeon hit his peak Sevaran stroked the cock in his hand, milking it of every last drop Laeon had to give, a small smile upon his lips at the warm milky liquid that had spilled onto his hand. He pressed a kiss to the soft locks upon Laeon’s head, a hand stroking his friend’s spine lightly. The warm breaths Laeon exhaled brushed against his neck every so lightly. This brought and even bigger smile to his face. There were so many things about this man that he enjoyed The way he blushed when Sevaran would flirt with him, the softness of his copper skin, the silky way his hair felt, whenever he would smile, the way his silver eyes shined when he was happy, the way those same silver eyes would gaze at him adoringly.

“Laeon.” He whispered.

But Laeon didn’t hear him, he was too distracted by what had just happened. He was slumped in Sevaran’s lap, the man’s hand around his now flaccid member and his fingers trailing along the length of his spine. No thoughts or memories of old haunted him, just the thought of wanting more from Sevaran. It was true. He did want more. Not just sex but a deeper bond with him. After a moment he shifted and glanced up to his lover, eyes shining in desire.

“Varan…” he whispered with a smile and received a smile in return as Sevaran kissed him once more. Tongues battled for dominance once more as saliva exchanged between them. Laeon became a bit possessive and needy with his kissing. He lusted for more of Sevaran, not just his sex but of the man himself. Sevaran pulled away, his lip being bitten slightly by his lover. The sapphire eyes shone with love and adoration. Laeon was safe with Sevaran. And for the first time in his life he was confident of this. The prince would never strike him, never hurt him.

“Varan sia itov.” Laeon whispered in draconic. The language came to him naturally, rolling off his tongue in a melodious fashion.  He called the prince ‘my love’, for it was true. Laeon did love him, and it was not until this moment that he had realized it. His cheeks heated up in a flush at the broad smile Sevaran flashed at him. It matched the look of pure delight glimmering in the prince’s blue eyes.

“Aye a'mael?” Sevaran replied in his own tongue. Laeon was his beloved. He meant it from the heart when he said this. He had fallen in love with the man the first time Laeon was summoned to him  It was Laeon’s turn to smile and he kissed Sevaran again but pulled away slightly. Their foreheads touched, as Laeon cupped Sevaran’s cheek, stroking his beard with slender tanned fingers.

“I want more my love.” Laeon spoke in the common speech. “I want more of you…I want you to show me what it is like…when one consents to the act of…making love.” 

I love these two.

So I've been writing. And I am falling so in love with two of my characters that I needed to share some moments with them. 

He was perched upon the cushioned windowsill, knees pulled to his chest his chin rested upon them. The long black braid he usually wore was undone, allowing his hair to cascade in waves down his back and rested upon the gold embroidered pillows. A sigh left his lips as he observed sunset like he usually did when he awaited his master. Sometimes Sevaran would join him but tonight he was busy as his cousin Dimitri was visiting. More like discussing business. Nights like these were lonely and kept Sevaran away for hours sometimes. Laeon hoped deep in his heart that tonight Sevaran would join him, if only for a little while. It would help chase the memories away. Laeon was steadily becoming accustomed to his new life as Sevaran’s most trusted servant. He still struggled with apologizing for mistakes, even minor ones but Sevaran kindly assured him that all was well and he needed not to apologize. Like whenever he would drop a tray of wine or knocked over something, he would immediately fall to his knees his forehead touching the floor in a submissive manner expecting to be beaten but Sevaran would give him a gentle touch to his shoulder and would lift his chin to meet his gaze. It was slow but it became easier to subdue the reaction to apologize. The area where his collar had once been had ceased to itch like it used to and he felt warmer in the new clothes that Sevaran had tailored for him.  They covered much more of his body than the thin loincloth ever did. Laeon hugged himself with a sigh closing his eyes a bit as he turned his head slightly resting it upon his knees as if he were dozing but soon he felt a hand grasp his shoulder lightly and opened his eyes. Silvery grey glanced up and met chocolate brown.

Dimitri.

“Cousin what in blazes do you think you are doing?!” Sevaran’s voice echoed throughout his chamber as he entered. Dimitri only ignored him and gently grasped Laeon’s chin in his hand but Laeon flinched away in fear of him, memories of the man’s father springing up in his mind. Dimitri resembled King Nikolias in so many ways. The shape of his brow to the chisel of his jaw, even his nose, but the only difference was there was no trace of lust glinting in his dark eyes. Just mere curiosity.

“Dimitri!” Sevaran’s hand grabbed his cousin’s large shoulder to whirl him around. A stormy expression swirled in his blue orbs as he glowered at the man.

“He’s got a talent Sevaran.” Laeon had never heard Dimitri speak before. His accent was thick like those of the eastern kingdoms, but his common tongue was easier to understand than his father’s. Sevaran glanced at him confused and still rather annoyed. Laeon hadn’t moved from his perch but rather shrunk into the corner of it, fearful that the past would come back to haunt him. Without a word Dimitri closed the door to Sevaran’s chambers and locked it. The sound caused Laeon to tremble slightly. Locked doors and the clicking of locks triggered memories of old for him. King Nikolias would always lock him in chains or lock him in a room for hours at a time in a cage. Fear began to wash over him, especially with an image of his tortured past standing in the room. Sevaran noticed this and rushed towards his servant’s side placing both of his hands on the smaller male’s shoulders.

“Laeon.” The sound of Sevaran’s voice soothed Laeon as he slowly glanced up with teary silvery eyes. Sevaran brushed some of the silky black hair out of Laeon’s face and tucked it gently behind his ear, his hand now cupping his servants’ face, thumb stroking his cheek tenderly.

“It’s alright Laeon. It’s alright. They can’t harm you anymore.” Sevaran spoke softly as he pulled the trembling male into his arms. Laeon slowly relaxed in them as his hands clung to his master’s clothes. Dimitri only stood back observing the two, heaving a heavy sigh.  

“Cousin.” He said softly.

“Don’t speak Dimitri.” Sevaran retorted nearly livid that his cousin had almost undid the work he had put in to help Laeon cope with his new life.

“It’s important.”

“Shut up!”

Blue eyes blazed at Dimitri as Sevaran cradled the smaller male against his frame. Laeon continued to cling. He felt safer and wanted in Sevaran’s arms. Home even. Gradually his breathing went from shallow and panicked to deep and regular. It was merely Sevaran’s presence that helped, as well as the scent of opium upon him.

“Sevaran. He has a talent.” Dimitri said, his voice low.

A talent?

“I know this cousin. I saw it when I first laid my eyes upon him.”

Sevaran’s expression calmed as he glanced down to his servant. Laeon’s silvery eyes met his as Sevaran gingerly brushed his thumb against the smooth tanned cheek of his servant.

“He has dragon’s blood in him…” This time when Sevaran spoke, his voice was low. Dragon’s blood? No it wasn’t possible. The filth of the earth like Laeonaron couldn’t possibly have dragon’s blood running through his veins.

“Yes…and he is not the only one.”

“I know.”

Blue orbs glanced to Dimitri once more as if to say ‘you know who else has it don’t you.’ Dimitri simply glanced away. He wasn’t about to risk revealing who else he knew that came from dragonkin lineage.

“I must leave.”

And he started for the door.

“Dimitri.”

He lingered, not even glancing back to Sevaran.

“Be careful. I would rather not see my favorite cousin killed.”

This brought a smile to his face as he regarded Sevaran.

“I would rather not bring sadness to those I care most about.” He replied, then bowed slightly to him and exited the room intending to head to the shore to visit his favorite tavern wench. As soon as the door was closed once more Sevaran sighed and embraced Laeon close to him again.

“Forgive me Laeon…I should not have let him enter and touch you.”

He sensed his servant still trembled within his embrace, copper skin glossed in a light sheen of sweat. Sevaran had an inkling that it may take a while for Laeon to come out of his memories. After all he knew that Dimitri was the spitting image of his bastard father, but lacked the cruelty his father displayed. Times like these Sevaran had learned a soft Draconic lullaby. It had always soothed Laeon and eased him into a sense of safety. His baritone voice carried the melody softly as his firm embrace kept Laeon close, bearded cheek perched atop of the silky black locks Laeon had. He closed his blue eyes as he continued to sing the melody, granted his Draconic pronunciations were not the best but at least he put forth the effort to try. Finally he felt Laeon breath a deep breath and released it slowly before sensing an all too familiar nuzzle his servant would give him when he felt a bit better. Seas of blue met swirls of silver as he glanced down to his servant and he pressed a small kiss to Laeon’s forehead.

“Dimitri is right you know…about you having dragon’s blood in you…no one in the world has eyes as brilliant as yours.”

Laeon flushed slightly, silvery eyes flickering away before meeting the brilliant sapphire blue eyes of his master. A smile flashed upon Sevaran’s lips.

“The shine so brightly, like the moon.”

The words easily floated off of Sevaran’s lips.

“Master…” Laeon spoke softly.

“You needn’t call me that Laeon.”

He felt embarrassed by his mistake…but somehow he couldn’t help but feel that if he didn’t call Sevaran Master he would receive punishment.

“Prince Sevaran…” He corrected himself. ‘Eh I supposed I could live with that…’ Sevaran thought.

“What is it?”

“Prince Dimitri…he knows…someone else…like me.” The statement was no question but an affirmation. Sevaran heaved a heavy sigh and nodded.

“He does and I sense he cares deeply for them.”

“What did he mean by….talent…”

Their eyes met once more. Sevaran shifted so he could relax against the wall and Laeon could relax against him.

“He means you have a gift Laeon. Anyone born with dragon’s blood has it.”

By this point the room began to grow dark as the sun slowly disappeared beyond the horizon. Laeon shifted his gaze away from his master as he leaned against him.

“I don’t have-”

“You were never given the chance to explore it.” Sevaran cut him off before he could retort and he smiled. “I want to offer that to you.”

Laeon truly did not believe that he had a gift let alone had dragon’s blood in him and he sighed.

“I know it is difficult for you to believe Laeonaron but I can sense it.”

Sevaran cupped Laeon’s cheek in his hand and turned his head to face him. He smiled a cheeky smile before pressing a kiss to Laeon’s cheek, catching the corner of his lips. Light pink tinted Laeon’s cheeks as the heat rose up to them. No wave of fear enveloped him, but a light flutter in his chest replaced it instead.  

“Sir…we should be preparing to rest…” Laeon pointed out as darkness began to cloak the room. Only a few candles, resting on iron pedestals, in the corner burned and Laeon moved to light some more and fetch his master’s bedclothes, like a good servant should. Sevaran sighed heavily, pouting slightly at the loss of touch. He was growing fond of Laeon…perhaps too fond as far as most of his family was concerned…but nonetheless he enjoyed his servant’s company and he only hoped that he could bring Laeon out of his former mentality. When his servant returned placing the clothes upon the bed Sevaran reached out to grasp his wrist and gently tugged his servant towards him. The glow from the candles glimmered in Laeon’s silvery eyes. His copper skin glowing warmly from the flicker of the flames. Even now Severan could see traits of Laeon’s kind in his features.

“Laeon?”

The grip on Laeon’s wrist was firm but not forceful. Silvery orbs met sapphires again as Laeon looked to his master. He was beginning to get used to looking people in the eye. Something he had never done in his life. Sevaran reached up with his other hand to cup his friend’s cheek.

“I would very much like it if you slept with me in my bed tonight.”

At such a request Laeon’s first instinct was to say no. Many beds he has been in before and all of them with men who only wanted him for a good fuck. A shuddering breath released from his lips but one look into Sevaran’s eyes mollified his unease. Within those swirling blue eyes there was no touch of lustful intentions or desires. Before he could open his mouth to answer Sevaran pressed a finger to his lips.

“I can understand if you do not wish to stay with me tonight.” He stated softly, slowly lowering his hand. Sevaran could never fully understand what Laeon had been through in his lifetime but he knew better than to force a slave with traumatic memories of a haunted past to do anything. With a deep breath Laeon hesitantly sat on the edge of the padded mattress his own fingers curling around his master’s wrist.

“I…I want to stay…with you…” he stated. It was truly a bold step for him, placing his trust in this man. But had Sevaran given him any reason not to trust him? All the prince had done for him was treat him like he was a person, with thoughts and feelings, wants and desires. Sevaran was the first person to come along that treated him like he was more than just property. He treated Laeon like he was human. A smile curved upon Sevaran’s lips as he leaned in and pressed a tender kiss to Laeon’s cheek like he always did before bidding his servant farewell or good night. This time Sevaran took great care in not catching the corner of Laeon’s lips, even though he would love to see the flush of pink upon the copper cheeks of his servant. It was a small token of Sevaran’s gratitude for Laeon’s services as well as a perk of being the prince’s personal servant. For the first time in his life Laeon actually felt his heart thunder with delight in his chest. There was something different about this elf. He had noticed this when he was first summoned by the prince but now it shone even further. Laeon smiled at his prince, sighing deeply. This man had given him more freedom than he had ever known….it was possible that Laeonaron could have a life with him…but that thought was just a small glimmer of hope in his mind. What life could a noble elf prince have with a mere elf slave like him? 

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Laeon allowed himself to focus upon Sevaran’s hand upon his hardening manhood, allowing himself to let all thoughts wash away. Don’t think, just feel. He focused his energy to the hand on his growing erection, sensing the gentle strokes of his lover. Something in him caused him to shudder and caused his manhood to swell with desire even more. Then before he could register what was happening he felt the calloused hand against the smooth flesh of his organ, stroking it ever so tenderly. A small gasp of pleasure released from his lips as silver and sapphire met again. In his haze of lust Laeon kissed his prince excitedly and with a small moan, his hips tilting into the sweet touch of Sevaran’s bare hand. Sevaran’s hand gently rubbed against the very smooth flesh of Laeon’s cock before fingers curled around the hardened flesh, his thumb bushing over the tip of his cock. He had always wondered how Laeon’s cock felt in his hand. He felt like silk. Smooth and sleek. Even the hair surrounding Laeon’s manhood was fluffy and downy soft. What surprised Sevaran even more was how gifted his petite lover was. He had not expected such a large cock on a smaller male but he was rather delighted at the prospect. Curling his fingers around Laeon’s penis, he eagerly returned his lover’s affections, nipping lightly at his lower lip and began to slowly stroke him.

Pudding

So I made pudding last night. Chocolate pudding and it reminded me of a fanfic I had started but had not yet finished. So in honor of the pudding of chocolaty goodness I finished the fanfic I was working on.

Disclaimer: Ronon Dex and Stargate Command do not belong to me. Faye and her Symbiote do. Warning. Rated M for mature scenes, language and sex.

Enjoy!

“What the hell is this?”

“Pudding.”

“Pudding?”

“It’s a dessert that the Tau’ri enjoy.”

“Is it good?”

“It’s rather tasty in my opinion. Try it Ronon. I think you’ll enjoy it.”

Faye held out a slender finger with a large glob of chocolate pudding upon it. Her Satedan companion eyed it warily before capturing her wrist in his own hand to guide the appendage towards his lips. Violet eyes twinkled a bit as his lips enclosed around her finger. Ronon gently suckled upon it as his tongue lapped up the delicious chocolate pudding from her finger. A flash of delight flickered in his eyes as he drew away from her hand.

“That’s…that’s amazing!” He exclaimed.

A smirk crossed her lips as she tossed her wavy brown hair back a bit.

“I told you so.” She gloated.

“Got any more?”

As soon as he asked Faye slid him a small bowl of the chocolate pudding towards him. His eyes lit up like those of a child on Christmas morning. Gripping the spoon in his hand Ronon dug into the heaping bowl as Faye watched on eating from her own bowl. As he savored the dessert she scooped a small spoonful in the silver spoon and as soon as he raised another spoonful to his lips she flicked her wrist catapulting the morsel towards Ronon. The pudding hit him square in the face mostly on the left side below his eye, some splattered on his nose his lips and some even ended up in his dreadlocks. Hazel green eyes flickered up to her a slight hint of playfulness in them. If she was going to initiate a food fight he refused to let her win. A wicked grin spread across his lips as he brought his fingers up to the glob of pudding sliding down his cheek. Within seconds he leaned over the table to smear the substance upon Faye’s face. He then proceeded to dip his fingers into the bowl and smeared more upon her face and even down her slender neck. Surprise yet deviousness spread across her pudding covered face. The sight she presented him caused Ronon to laugh but his laughter ceased when he felt a bowl of pudding plopped upon his head. Pudding side down. Chocolate pudding dripped down his face.

“Ha!”

“Oh! You are in trouble now!”

The Satedan leapt to his feet tossing the bowl off his head and entrapped Faye into his arms. Fingers began poking at her sides, Ronon had recently discovered that Faye was ticklish, it caused her to begin giggling and squirm within his arms.

“No Ronon don’t!” She giggled, vainly attempting to draw his hands away.

“No chance sweetheart.” He grinned. Recently he’d been calling her sweetheart only because she saved his life on a Tok’ra base from a Goa’uld attack. As he tickled her he flipped her around to face him and kept her pinned against the wall with his hips as his fingers continued to poke at her side. Faye tried to shove him away but she was no match for his strength. The grin upon his face met his eyes even as Faye breathed hard to catch her breath from being tickled. They both began laughing at each other’s pudding colored faces.

“This is your fault you know.” He smirked “You’re going to help me wash this out.”

“Bullshit I am!” She gasped.

“Yes you are otherwise I’ll tickle you even more.” He retorted.

A look of feigned horror spread across her face. Her violet eyes wide.

“You wouldn’t!”

“Try me.” He grinned even as Faye pouted up at him in the attempt to look innocent. He snorted in laughter.

“Do you honestly think you can get away with that look?” He took on more of a flirtatious tone.

“I can sure as hell try!”

“Psh. Not with me. Even if you weren’t blended with a symbiote you still wouldn’t be able to pull it off.”

She gave him a playful offended look.

“Bastard!”

“Who you calling a bastard?” He grinned poking her sides again. An undignified squeak escaped her lips.

“Stop!”

To him her reactions to being poked were too entertaining but he decided to play nice and cease his gentle torture to hug the woman. He did keep her pinned to the wall.

“Ronon…” Faye breathed as her hands pressed against his firm chest with the intention of pushing him away however her intentions changed when she pin pointed a slight hint of adoration in his eyes.

“So hypothetically if I wanted to kiss you…your symbiote…wouldn’t try to get into my head….would she…”

Faye smirked at the inquiry.

“Hypothetically speaking she would not. She likes me as her host too much. Besides I thought you didn’t trust me because I am blended.” She grinned.

“Well…you saved my sorry ass from the Goa’uld more than once…you and Maeri’kar show such a loyalty to the Tau’ri…” He admitted. “Besides your kind of hot when you kick ass.”

Her grin broadened even more as she took initiative cupping the back of his head rather roughly and leaned up to kiss him. She wasn’t going to lie. Ronon was attractive in more ways than one. He himself was a bit surprised at her initiative that she demonstrated but the Satedan melted into her affections, his arms pulling her closer to him, one hand snaking into her wavy brunette locks. The faint taste of chocolate graced his tongue as he poked it against her lips to request entry. Faye gladly agreed and parted her lips to give him entrance. His hands slid up her sides pushing up her tank top. She raised her arms assisting him in removing her tank top but before she could lean in to kiss him he ripped off the black bra she wore beneath revealing light tan perky breasts. Ronon’s mouth watered as his calloused hands grasped both of them firmly.

“Damn you have perfect breasts…”

Faye flushed as she smiled.

“Well we women are gifted.” She replied.

He smirked leaned down to kiss her neck.

“Yes you certainly are.” He breathed against her neck before biting it. Faye groaned at his teeth biting her flesh as his hands amused themselves with her breasts. He squeezed, pinched and caressed them with his hands as his lips sucked upon her neck hard.

“Ah…Ronon…”

Her hands took his face within them so she could kiss him once more. His mouth was warm and moist and tasted sweet even mixed with the pudding she had splattered on his face. His tough hands on her skin felt warm, inviting. A groan left his lips as he pulled away removing his own shirt and tossing it aside. With full force he pressed himself against her groaning as her soft flesh rubbed against his. A smile crossed Faye’s lips upon his chest hair tickling against her breasts but she released a groan upon feeling heat radiate from his loins.

“Ronon…” She groaned, “Table…”

In return to her request he pulled her towards the table they had been eating at. Within minutes his hand ripped off her pants as well as his own and without warning he plunged into her with full force. A cry of pleasure emitted from her lips as he thrust into her brutally. From the get go she knew he wasn’t going to be that gentle but becoming one with the man was an exhilarating sensation. There was passion, lots of passion within him and it seemed to burst forth as he made love to her. Their act of intercourse wasn’t simple sex. Sparks flew between them; Love flowed forth in their motions and their moans. Faye’s fingers dug into his shoulders as she moved her hips in time with his thrusts. He penetrated deep into her grunting with each thrust. She felt so warm and tight around him.

“Nnnn…Ronon…gods…I’m going to…” But Faye was unable to finish her sentence as she clung to her lover, her muscles tightening around him. He released a low growl as he penetrated deep into her sharing his own release.

“Faye…” he breathed as he withdrew from her heaving heavy breaths. Her eyes met his as she sat up a grin forming upon her lips.

“Up for another round?” She purred sliding her arms around him. He hugged her weakly his orgasm stealing much of his strength.

“Depends. You going to ride me this time?” He smirked. She nodded but drew away to nick some pudding from the dessert case. A smirk crossed her lips when she dipped her fingers into the dessert and smeared it upon his chest. He shivered at the chill of the dessert against his skin but even more as her fingers painted it across his flesh. He leaned back laying down on the table a groan releasing from his lips his erection beginning to spring to life once more. Faye took her time in coating the man in various areas with pudding her fingers teasing as they went. Another groan left his lips as her digits, still coated in the pudding, trailed down his cock. It twitched in response, becoming erect once more. Her hand wrapped around the aching appendage stroking it gently for a moment and drew away so she could lean down to kiss him. He groaned against her lips forcing his tongue past them, she accepted once more but she fought his tongue for dominance as her hand pressed him down to the table. A small whimper escaped his lips when she pulled away but he was greeted by the sight of such round soft breasts. When his hands reached up to grasp them they were stopped by the sensation of her tongue licking up his stomach. They placed themselves upon her shoulders as she lapped up the sweet substance from his skin. Her warm tongue trailed up his tanned stomach, around his navel and began tracing the curves of his muscles ever so lightly. They twitched beneath her tongue. His cock even began to ache once more becoming hard at her ministrations.

“Nnn Faye….”

“Shhhh sweetheart. Enjoy yourself.”

A groan left his lips as she kissed him sweetly. She then kissed down his chest and stomach down to the aching muscle standing at attention. She wasted no time in wrapping her full lips around his erection and slowly raised and lowered her head. In turn he leaned his head back placing a hand upon her head with a groan. The warm of her mouth around his cock sent shivers through his spine and drew his climax closer. He had to bite his lip to keep from releasing in her mouth. The moment she removed her lips from his organ his hand gripped her hair.

“Fuck...Faye...stop being a tease and ride me.” He groaned.

Eagerly and grinning Faye slid her frame against his body kissing him with a groan. At the same time she raised herself to settle her knees alongside his hips and released a moan as her dripping folds pressed against the hard muscle poking at her sex. Ronon settled his hands at her hips urging her to start the frantic act of love making once more. With a grin she leaned down to kiss him as her hand took hold of his cock positioning the tip at her entrance and slowly she lowered herself onto him groaning low in her throat. An audible moan escaped his lips as he bucked up into her, not wanting to waste any time. A grin crossed Faye’s lips as she set a rapid pace, frantically riding him and at the same time he met her motions with his thrusts, penetrating her deeper and deeper each time their hips met. Large hands squeezed her buttocks tightly as she ground her hips against his to tease him.

“Dammit Faye…”

A giggle left her lips as she then began to ride him once more her hands now gripping onto his broad shoulders. The frantic pace between them increased until all at once Faye slammed her hips down upon his, her muscles tightening around him as she cried out at her peak. Ronon followed only moments afterwards his fingers digging into her buttocks as he spilled his release into her and then weakly hugged her to him. The woman was limp, almost ragdoll like in his arms but she nuzzled his neck softly as her lips pressed against his tattoo.

“Fuck…that was…”

“Amazing…come on…we should hit the showers…”

“What about…”

“Don’t worry about the cleanup Ronon. Not our job.”

She grinned slowly sliding off of her lover and gingerly placed her feet on the floor. Her legs were a bit wobbly from the rounds and she might be sore tomorrow…depending on if Ronon wanted to have another round or two in the shower. To help steady his lover Ronon slid an arm around her with a warm smile while his hand cupped her cheek. There were still pudding stains in her hair and on her body. He grinned and kissed her tenderly as she slid a hand on top of his and kissed back. For a moment they stood there lips connected and naked bodies hugging each other but Faye pulled away slightly and moved to her discarded clothing to redress. He followed suit. And then the headed to the showers to clean up leaving a messy commissary behind.

Piece for friend

So I finished part one of this piece for my friend. I'm currently working on part two for her. But here is part one for her. Enjoy!

Part One

The soft pitter patter of rain tapped upon the window panes and the roof of the cabin. It was hardly morning as Mojave stood beside a window observing the droplets fall in a rapid succession. In his hand was a tin mug filled with coffee. Black. Two sugars. A contented sigh escaped his lips as a smile crossed over them while he sipped on the hot coffee. He was only in a pair of jeans and boxers. The rest of his clothes lay scattered upon the floor in the bedroom where he left his partner sleeping. She had appeared too peaceful in her sleep to be disturbed at sunrise. Even though clouds blocked the rise of the sun and the colors it brought it was still nice to be up and awake by the time the sun had risen. Finishing his coffee, Mojave silently padded towards the kitchen to begin preparing breakfast, not only for himself but for the woman sleeping in his bed. A soft humming tune escaped his lips as he quickly prepared a hearty breakfast for himself and his lover. As the bacon sizzled in the platter, he felt a pair of slender arms slide around his body, and a smile found its way to his lips.

“Didn’t think you’d be awake this early Cheyenne.” He grinned as he turned slightly to wrap a muscled arm around the woman. A small giggle left her lips. All she wore was the flannel shirt he had abandoned the night before, but she cuddled into him even if they were standing.

“I got cold. My amazing heater left me.” She mumbled before yawning. With a small laugh, he pressed a kiss to the top of her wavy reddish brown locks, flipping over the bacon, allowing it to cook. He then set down the metal tongs on the counter and pulled Cheyenne close to him in a firm embrace. She, in turn, nuzzled his chest, pressing a soft kiss to one of his toned pectorals.

“This was a great idea. Spending a week in your cabin in the valley of the Grand Canyon. I am so glad I agreed to this.” She commented glancing up to him, her chocolate brown eyes half lidded. The smile upon her lips seemed permanent and Mojave took the time to lean down and press his own against hers in a soft and tender kiss, a smile upon his own lips. Lightly, she nipped at his lower lip before he pulled away.

“Yeah and no younger sister of yours to bother us.” He mentioned, giving her a wink with his hazel green eyes.

“Oh come off it you know Alice means well. She just wants to see me happy.” Cheyenne murmured as she nuzzled his bare chest again. He still smelt of campfire. One of her favorite smells.

“I know she does. Snarky little thing she is. Good thing she’s got that Mitchell fellow to keep her occupied while were away.”

“Please let’s not talk about the fact that your cousin, your hulking man beast of a cousin, might be banging my baby sister.” Cheyenne gave him a bit of a pleading look with her eyes. Mojave just laughed and kissed her once more before turning his attention to the bacon.

“I won’t. Besides you’ll be too distracted by breakfast to be thinking about that.”

After breakfast, Cheyenne was busy washing the cookware and plates that Mojave had dirtied. He, after all, had slaved over a delicious breakfast for her, like he did the past couple mornings, and she would clean up the dishes for him. Today however, as she was drying some of the pans she felt his arms slid around her slender waist, hugging her under her bountiful breasts. She felt his hot breath upon her neck as he pressed soft kisses and nips to her lightly tanned flesh. Setting the pan aside, she tilted her head to the left to allow him more access to her neck. A calloused hand slid up her body, to her neck, stroking the soft flesh tenderly, as his lips moved up her neck to her ear.

“You look so sexy wearing just my shirt.” He whispered before he closed his teeth experimentally on her ear causing her to gasp in pleasure.

“Mojave…” She breathed as she closed her eyes, leaning back against him. The hand at her side slid down, grasping her hip and pulled her flush against him, just so she could feel the growing swell in his jeans. Once again, his lips began kissing her neck as the hand found its way under the shirt. A grin crossed his lips when he found she wore no panties. Tanned digits languidly stroked her forest of curls around her womanhood, before they slid between her muscled thighs finding her entrance to be slicked with her juices.

“Mmmm aroused again are we?” He grinned biting down lightly upon the area where her neck met her shoulder. Writhing, she released a small whimper of desire as his fingers stroked her dripping sex. Ever so slowly he slid a digit inside of her, followed by another and teasingly pumped them in and out of her womanhood. She could feel the heat from his arousal pressing against her buttocks as if it were straining to be released from its confines.

“Oh…Mojave…” She moaned but before she knew it, she found herself turned around facing him, his fingers still pumping in and out of her sex. Lips met his as she kissed him feverishly, like she could never get enough of him. His love, his presence, his being his touch, they were like a drug, keeping her on a continuous high. Without him, life would not be complete for her. A tanned hand grasped her breast roughly, as lips descended down her neck, then back up to her ear.

“Let’s take this to the bed.” He purred into her ear as he removed his fingers from her dripping sex. A small whimper left her lips at the loss of touch, but before Cheyenne could protest his lips connected with hers as he picked her up, his large hands clasped under her rounded buttocks, her legs dangling at his sides. Her arms circled around his neck as she began to kiss and suck upon his flesh greedily and enjoyed the small low groans that came from his throat. Within minutes, he had deposited her upon their king sized bed and no sooner had he done that than his lips and hands were already working their magic upon her tanned and supple flesh. Cheyenne tilted her head back, her lips parting as she gasped in ecstasy when his tongue licked the hollow of her throat and up to the shell of ear. At the same time, his fingers were working their way down her torso as he unbuttoned the flannel shirt she was wearing. Opening it, he exposed her rounded breasts and immediately tilted his head down to kiss and suckle upon one while his hand squeezed, pinched, and plucked at the other. Such moist lips suckled on certain areas of one of her glorious soft orbs before enclosing around the nipple, gently taking it in his teeth. A small hiss of pleasure came from her as she arched her back into his mouth. Flicking the nub of flesh with the tip of his tongue his hand found its way once again between her legs into her moist wet valley, stroking her folds lightly before his thumb pressed against the sensitive nerve bundle, massaging it gently. As a result her thighs spread apart for him as she whimpered in need.

“Oh love…please, don’t stop…” She panted.

He grinned against her breast as he trailed soft feather like kisses down her chest and belly to the soft curls around her sex. Pausing a moment he grinned his dark eyes flickering up to her taking in the sight of her expression and how it begged him for more. He then covered her sex with his mouth, licking up her wet folds before nipping at her clitoris. She cried out in pleasure as his lips pressed against her core, his tongue poking deep into her wet womanhood, teasing her. Licking up her folds, the tip of his tongue lightly flicked against the small sensitive nub of flesh repeatedly before puckering his lips around it, sucking lightly. Cheyenne writhed beneath him whimpering, moaning in pleasure. Slender fingers curled into his thick hair and into the sheets upon the bed. She worried her lower lip between her teeth breathing hard through her nose. She could feel her release, her peak coming close. Mojave knew the spots to poke, the buttons to push to get her to writhe and plead for more. He knew what places to kiss the areas to nip, bite, suck, and lick and just how to bring her to release. His hot mouth on her sex worked its magic, bring her closer and closer to release but being the devious lover that he was, Mojave pulled away from her cave of wonders and kissed up her body. A loud whine accompanied the lack of attention on her nether regions.

“Mojave…” she whined but he pressed a finger to her lips before capturing them with his own.

“Hush. You’ll get your release.”

With that statement he quickly stripped himself of his jeans and boxers and placed himself between her legs stroking her wet folds with his throbbing muscle, calloused hands teasingly stroking her thighs. Looming over her his lips pressed against her neck as he kissed and nipped at her flesh, still stroking her slick folds with his penis. Arms circled around his neck as she guided him to kiss her. Groaning he kissed her forcing his tongue past her lips and she in turn greedily sucked upon the muscle invading her mouth. He drew away slightly one hand cupping her cheek and a smile upon his lips. His thumb stroked her flushed cheek slightly.

“I love you.” He whispered before drawing his hops back and plunging his stiff member into her tight moist cave. At this she hugged onto him with her arms and legs groaning in pleasure. His pace began slowly as he pumped into her his lips once again lavishing attention to her neck. One hand gripped her butt the other planted beside her head to stabilizing himself.

“Ah gods Mojave…” She groaned arching into him as he started to quicken his pace. He grunted a bit increasing his pace slightly. Her sex felt so warm so tight and wet around his engorged flesh as he penetrated her. Her breathing, her whimpers turned him on. Fingernails dug into his back then dragged down his flesh, leaving red welts on his back. She was close. Mojave could sense it. One hand tangled itself into his hair the other gripping onto his shoulder. He enclosed his lips on the spot where her neck met her shoulder and sucked hard as if he was a vampire, drinking blood from its victim. At the action Cheyenne cried out, clinging to him with her entire body as her muscles tightened around his cock.

“Ah! Gods! Mojave!” She bellowed as she hit her orgasm.

The tightened muscles, her name cried out on his lips, a few more thrusts and he buried himself inside of her groaning her name low in his throat as her removed his lips from her neck. Breathing hard he withdrew from his lover, rolling onto his side his arm around her torso. Her breathing was just as labored as she curled into him smiling. His arms wrapped around her cradling her close to his chest, fingers idly stroking her reddish brown locks. He pressed a kiss to her head as she pressed one to his firm muscled chest. A toned leg slid around him slightly, as if hinting for more but he smiled nuzzling her head.

“I love you Cheyenne.” He whispered.

“I love you too Mojave.” She replied, her brown eyes locking with his. His fingers stroked her hair lightly.

“What do you say we don’t come out of this bedroom for the rest of the day eh?” He suggested with a devious grin. Her expression matched his as she pressed a kiss to his bearded cheek.

“I think I can agree to that my love.” She replied before sliding on top of him rubbing her sex against his half hard organ.

It didn’t take long for the two to start the ritual of lovemaking once more. 

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This is a little teaser for a piece I am working on for a friend of mine. I do hope she loves it when it is finished! :)

“Let’s take this to the bed.” He purred into her ear as he removed his fingers from her dripping sex. A small whimper left her lips at the loss of touch but before Cheyenne could protest his lips connected with hers as he picked her up his large hands clasped under her rounded buttocks, her legs dangling at his sides. Her arms circled around his neck as she began to kiss and such upon his flesh greedily and enjoyed the small low groans that came from his throat. Within minutes he had deposited her upon their king sized bed and no sooner had he done that than his lips and hands were already working their magic upon her tanned and supple flesh. Cheyenne tilted her head back her lips parting as she gasped in ecstasy when his tongue licked the hollow of her throat and up to the shell of ear. At the same time his fingers were working their way down her torso as he unbuttoned the flannel shirt she was wearing. Opening it, he exposed her rounded breasts and immediately tilted his head down to kiss and suckle upon one while his hand squeezed, pinched, and plucked at the other. Such moist lips suckled on certain areas of one of her glorious soft orbs before enclosing around the nipple, gently taking it in his teeth. A small hiss of pleasure came from her as she arched her back into his mouth. Flicking the nub of flesh with the tip of his tongue his hand found its way once again between her legs into her moist wet valley, stroking her folds lightly before his thumb pressed against the sensitive nerve bundle, massaging it gently. As a result her thighs spread apart for him as she whimpered in need.

“Oh love…please, don’t stop…” She panted.

He grinned against her breast as he trailed soft feather like kisses down her chest and belly to the soft curls around her sex. Pausing a moment he grinned his dark eyes flickering up to her taking in the sight of her expression and how it begged him for more. He then covered her sex with his mouth, licking up her wet folds before nipping at her clitoris. She cried out in pleasure as his lips pressed against her core, his tongue poking deep into her wet womanhood, teasing her. Licking up her folds, the tip of his tongue lightly flicked against the small sensitive nub of flesh repeatedly before puckering his lips around it, sucking lightly. Cheyenne writhed beneath him whimpering, moaning in pleasure. Slender fingers curled into his thick hair and into the sheets upon the bed. She worried her lower lip between her teeth breathing hard through her nose. She could feel her release, her peak coming close. Mojave knew the spots to poke, the buttons to push to get her to writhe and plead for more. He knew what places to kiss the areas to nip, bite, suck, and lick and just how to bring her to release. His hot mouth on her sex worked its magic, bring her closer and closer to release but being the devious lover that he was, Mojave pulled away from her cave of wonders and kissed up her body. A loud whine accompanied the lack of attention on her nether regions.