Heartless - closed for Ravenloft and Eklectikchik

[Ravenloft]

Treyis laid the shirt aside, on the foot of the bed behind them. He returned his hands to Tamara's warm smooth skin, caressing her slender shoudlers in a light massage, meant to relax her, set her nerves at ease.

"You are like a sculpture of the Muses, Tamara, your form is that beautiful, and to feel the tender delicacy of your skin... So real... Oh, I must have you." He sighed, drawing one hand gently in to caress her throat, lifting her chin. His touch held no threat of violence, but it was startlingly commanding, posessive. His mouth was at her ear, his voice a whisper, his breath hot against her neck.

His other hand drifted down along her right arm and he laced his fingers between hers, guiding her arm from her side to come up and slip into his hair, to keep him near to her ear. Then he ran the back of his fingers down along the underside of her arm softly, tickling her slightly as he passed down along the sensitive skin of her arm pit. His hand went to claim the small of her belly as was his wont. He caressed her there in such a way and growled his lust to posess her against her neck, opening his mouth and dabbing his tongue against her neck.

He felt her legs weakening and kept her secure on her feet with his strength. "You swoon sweetly for me, Tamara." He whispered softly into her ear. "But there's more, so much more... He undid the clasp of her borrowed pants and, stepping back, he pushed them off the swell of her hips, letting them fall in a pool of cloth about her ankles. His mouth had moved from her neck to the seem of her spine, his lips parted, his breath a puff of desire as he ran downward to her mid-back, his hands had hooked into her undergarment and shed her of even that, pressing his firm chest against her pretty little behind so that she could feel the soft curls of his chest hair tickling her, he rose back up, taking her under her arms and assisting her stepping into the tub.

"Now, settle into the water, it is very hot, so I will give you time to acclimate to it before I begin washing you. I think I shall start with your lovely hair." He instructed, retrieving the soap and a sponge and sinking slowly to his knees behind her. His hands came around in front of her as she sunk into the water fully and he dipped the soap and sponge, lathering them together to make ready to bathe her.

[EklectikChik]

Tamara felt small, delicate...almost fragile against him. He exuded power and confidence. The warmth he created in her, that curl of desire, was completely foreign, but she didn't shy away completely or argue as she slid into the hot water and bent her knees, leaning forward to give him access to her wealth of hair.

His hands found her scalp then and she let out a moan of pleasure, closing her eyes and letting her head drop back. The scent of the bath water and soap soothed her and yet stimulated her senses as well. His fingers made her shiver with delight, goose bumps spreading over her flesh and tightening her nipples to hard little nubs that rubbed against her knees as she hugged them close.

He took his time, scrubbing her scalp firmly, but also gently and then sliding his fingers through her wet tresses until he got every inch of her long locks washed and slowly began to rinse them clean. His hands then slid over her neck and shoulders, massaging her tender flesh and drawing out another moan.

[Ravenloft]

"Mmmh... Such a fine young woman you are Tamara... Your hair is luxurious, a real pleasure to run my fingers through." He chuckled in satisfaction as he made Tamara shiver with delight. He wasn't finished with Tamara's hair until he was able to sweep his fingers through every last inch of it like it was liquid silk.

Then and only then did he move on to Tamara's neck and shoulders, kneeding her tender flesh to a jelly like state, it was debatable who was enjoying it more, him or her. "Lean forward, I'll wash your back." He whispered and she followed his request. He didn't just wash her back though, he massaged it as well, finding and banishing every last aching knot from her sore body. There was a different ache building lower though, and Treyis could almost sense it in her.

"I'm going to wash your front now, m'lady." He whispered, readying her for the more intimate touch he was about to provide her with. His hands were soaped up and so was the sponge. "Draw up a little, please." He instructed, a queer ache to his voice. He brought the sponge in both hands to the center of her collar bone and wrung out a sudsy waterfall down over her chest, coating her lovely, tight nippled breasts in an ivory white cascade of lather. He drew in a slow breath and brought his hands firmly over her breasts under the pretense of washing them, when his touch held anything but the semblence of innocence.

"Mmmh..." He growled, squeezing her breasts firmly in the palms of his hands, they filled his grasp fully, lush and yeilding, wet and and slick with soap, holding them firm, he lowered his mouth to a bare patch of her shoulder and tasted her skin with his tongue. "More..." He rumbled breathlessly against her shoulder, one hand disappearing beneath the surface of the sud-shielded water. He reached down, down, down, his hand running firmly down over her stomach, making it twitch. His arm so deep his sleeve getting doused, but he did not seem to care, his passion was to touch her...

He forced his hand between her thighs, making her tense and squeek in protest. He would not have it though, his thick fingers found the crux of her femininity, and he stroked at her firmly, knowing that if she just felt what he could do to her, the passion of the moment would win her over and draw away the poisonous of her girlish fears. "Feel..." He commanded, lustfully, drawing his finger tips up along her tender, sensitive slit, lost to his lust. Finding her clit even as she squirmed, instinctively trying to draw up and away from the unexpected touch, he fanned it with a firm touch.

[EklectikChik]

Tamara's protest fell on deaf ears. His desire was great and his touch almot too much. She squirmed, clamping her thighs together against his hand, but it only served to press him closer.

"Treyis!" She gasped out, her hands coming up to bunch in his shirt. His hot mouth and tongue tasted her flesh, as he tweaked one nipple gently, making her gasp again and shiver.

He commanded her to feel and she was, but it was nothing like she'd ever experienced before. His skilled fingers slowly ran over her clit, drawing gaspy breaths and making her body jerk with each pass. He was lost in the feel and taste of her, his hungry growls both exciting and frightening.o any

With a nudge of his hand, she parted her thighs again, unable to stop him if she'd wanted to anyway and felt his fingers draw up and down her slit, easing off a little and gentling his touch against her out clit as he swirled around it. Instead of tensing up, she let a soft whimper, this time her hips moving ever so slightly to push against him in return.

[Ravenloft]

Treyis' hands were masterful in their surprisingly seductive dexterity. One would not have expected a man with such strong hands to possess such skill in teasing a woman. He growled with lust and pride as Tamara's thighs slowly parted and even softly whimpered for him. The frightened gasp and clasping shut of her thighs was being made worth it by the way she easily unfurled to the sensations he was giving her.

"How do I make you feel, Tamara?" He whispered hotly, moving his mouth back to her neck and took a nip at her ear lobe. He let the simple question linger on a warm breath, giving her a moments respite from the way he swirled his fingers against her tender clit. It was both a blessed relief to collect her thoughts and a terrible ache to have the sensation stop so suddenly. He chuckled darkly, feeling the way she instinctively pushed against him, seeking more of his pleasuring touch.

He wasn't going to continue until she could find her words and ask him to go on. It was cruel in a way, but his morals demanded that she give him permission. His finger tips remained against her, but try as she might with wriggling and writhing against them, he wasn't giving him the same luscious sensation as before, and wouldn't until she managed to bid him to do so in words. "You only need ask, and I will continue." He whispered before tasting her neck. She was the sweetest woman he had ever yet known, and he ached for her permission to go on.

[EklectikChik]

She wasn't sure what he was up to...he seemed to pull away and yet, stayed right there, teasing her to the brink of madness. Her body responded in ways she didn't realize could happen...her skin felt alive, her breasts achy and full and between her legs, she felt a dull throb of excitement that begged to be sated.

"I..." She tried to find the words, lost in the sensations and swallowed hard, "I feel achy...hot...is that normal?" She asked innocently, her thighs quivering as he brushed his fingers against the tip of her sweet silky pussy lips.

"Treyis?" She moaned out softly, feeling out of her realm there...so was so much she did not know. Trembling fingers moved up to touch his cheek as she pushed gently to see his eyes. "Show me...it feels good, just...diffferent."

[Ravenloft]

"Mmmh, yes, Tamara, perfectly normal, my dear..." Treyis purred, almost drinking in her innocence, like a fine wine. "Trust in your flesh, Tamara, surrender to it, no matter how uncertain you might feel, I know how to feel you through it, sweet lady. Trust in me, hold on to me, and you will see." He reassured her with a soft, silky voice as he swirled his fingers against her clit again. "That ache you feel will only build, low, inside of you, near to bursting, you'll want to resist it, don't... Surrender to it though you may feel terribly naked and swoon from it as it claims you, but once it does, you will know the pleasure that drives every man and woman to come together and conceive. It is a fine thing, and an honor to be the man who's first shown it to you."

[EklectikChik]

She listened to his honeyed words and moaned softly, clinging to him still, holding on. His fingers made her shift and move, sloshing water over the edge of the tub as she tried to get closer still, needing the ache to go away.

"Mmmm mmmmph! Oh yes!" She whimpered, feeling that coil of desire tighten low in her belly, burning between her thighs and making her body hum all over. She felt every breath against her skin, every touch.

It was truly maddening and Tamara's fingers tightened all the more into his shirt, her soft breaths panting out as she squirmed.

[Ravenloft]

Treyis was spurred on by Tamara's need, he knew when a woman was ready to cum. "Yes, yessss." Treyis growled wildly in response to her soft, sweet whimperings. Her fingers tightening, tangling in his shirt were proof enough of her need but with her panting breath and the way she squirmed under his ministrations, Treyis felt a satisfaction he'd not had in lifetimes. "I love you..." He whispered, cupping her breast and kissing her throat while forcing her over the edge and into the free fall of orgasmic release.

[EklectikChik]

Tamara felt as though a dam had broken inside her and the rush she felt was breathtakingly beautiful. Her breath hitched, almost forgetting all together to breath as she let out a high pitched squeal. Her body bowed against his, tight and all a quiver.

He held her tightly, moaning and growling in his own way, showing her that he was enjoying giving her such pleasure until every bone in her body felt like jelly and she sank back into the cooling water.

[Ravenloft]

Treyis continued to fondle Tamara, knowing just how to keep her aroused without overwhelming her senses. Her innocent squeal of pleasure sent the warmth of love spreading throughout his chest, settling as a lump in his throat for her. "Sweet dove..." He muttered through his strained voice, caressing both her sex and her cheek. He was far from done, treating her to the pleasures of the flesh though, he intended to show her alot more this night.

As she subsided from the heights of orgasmic release to a point where she could open her eyes and stare at him in wonder, he gave her a grin and lowered his gaze to the place where his arm remained breaking the surface of the water. "Can you handle more of the same, little dove? Because I can give you more, so much more. I want to fullfill you, pleasure you until you cannot bare another second..." He tenderly slipped a hand under her neck and bore her up to claim her lips in an achingly passionate kiss. "Please let me give you all the pleasure I know how to give?" He asked softly, breaking the kiss and looking into her eyes searchingly, hoping that she would not back away, hoping that she would want him as a lover.

[EklectikChik]

Her fingers came up to touch his face, tracing his cheek and the stubble there, down to his lips. She loved his lips, his kisses, the touch of his hand against his sex. He cupped her now, gently pressing her against his palm and drawing out a soft moan.

“Oh Treyis...is there more?” She breathed in wonder.

His grin was infectious and she giggled softly, grinning in return, her fear mostly gone. “Perhaps I should...move?” She suggested, the cooling water and his drenched shirt making messes on the floor around them, even wetting his pants.

[Ravenloft]

Treyis growled low and lustfully, from deep within his chest as he scooped Tamara up in his arms. "Gotta dry you off first..." He muttered, circling around with her in his arms, the water streaming off of her, leaving her with a with a glossy wet sheen all over her soft, porceline skin. His eyes locked on the chair next to the bed and he marched around the tub and stood her up on it. He almost couldn't bring himself to pull away and seek the towels to dry her.

Quickly snatching them up he came back to her and looked up at her as she stood perhaps two heads taller than him, up on that chair. He took one towel and set the rest next to him on the bed and began to pat and rub her dry from her feet, up to her breasts. The only moisture he left upon her body was that which refused to stop simmering between her thighs and the dampness of her hair. "Come down a step, and I shall dry your hair the best I can." He whispered, because if he spoke aloud, she would no doubt hear the tremors of lust in his voice.

He tossed the first towel aside and used a fresh on to massage and squeeze the water out of her hair. Once that towel was damp, he moved to the next. He knew he wouldn't be able to fully dry her silken tresses, but he made sure it wouldn't cause her a chill. He gazed at her with a silent, simmering lustfulness, smiling softly and lovingly every time they caught one anothers eyes. And once he was done and satisfied with the state of her hair, he tossed the last of the towels aside and scooped her up again, this time slidding her up onto the bed and following after her, whipping his soaked shirt off and tossing it aside to join the pile of dampened towels in the corner.

His left hand covered the small of her belly, his fingers splaying wide, he rested on his other arm for a moment, perusing her naked body, seemingly deciding what part of her he would focus his attention on now. He started with her bare shoulder. He leaned in and casually nipped and then soothingly kissed and dabbed his tongue against the subtle sting of his light nibble, guaging her reaction to know if that was something her tender, beautiful skin would tremble for.

He moved on to her breasts, shifting and drawing closer to her side, grazing her flesh with the downy curls of his chest hair. His mouth hovered over her perky naked breast as he parted his lips and softly teased her achingly hard nipple with a hot breath. "May I?" He asked, his voice thick with desire, his hand on her lower belly edged lower still. Lower and lower as he waited for her answer, until his finger tips rested on either side of her sensitive, hooded clit. He could feel how their mere presence made her throb. It was powerful erotic and it was all he could do to hold back a wild rush of desire to plunge his manhood deep into her and grind against her until they both wept.

It was a dangerous carnal thought that he banished with loving tenderness. He would ache for her silently until she permited him such an intimacy of her own volition. Right now, his focus was her and only her. It had been a long damn time since last he heard and felt such a pure woman's soundings and signs of pleasure. He drank it in like a desert parched man would sweet waters.

[EklectikChik]

Tamara wondered if this was how all men treated their women and yet, it certainly didn't seem normal. She felt as though he was worshiping her very being. Every touch was almost reverent as he toweled her dry and then set about seducing her all over again. She'd been a little embarrassed at first, standing there so openly naked to his gaze. Her bare soft skin voice glistening and now flushed softly with warmth all over again.

Lord but she still ached...deep inside, where he'd already stoked a fire that begged to be truly quenched. To be drenched by his seed, she realized, which made her trembled all the more. Her womb clenched as his fingers slid lower and she whimpered softly and moaned as she felt him tease her sensitive skin.

When he asked for permission to go further, all she could do was nod, her breaths again shuddering from her chest as she gazed down at him with wide eye curiosity and desire. “Please...” She whispered and gulped, her fingers sliding through his hair and bunching as she tried to hold on and not slide helplessly to the floor.

[Ravenloft]

Treyis' mouth fell upon Tamara's tender breast and he suckled and lathed her achingly taut nipple, at the same time, he worked his finger tips in circles around her tender clit. He growled and groaned, supping eagerly, passionately upon her desires. He moved his lustful mouth to her other breast, claiming it with his building hunger, he nibbled her again before drawing his hot wet mouth down to paint a line of burning kisses along her belly until his head was nestled between her legs.

His puffing breath making her burn with need, he cast his eyes up to meet hers as she remained transfixed by his gaze. And just as he claimed her breasts, made them tingle with pleasure, he fell upon her sex with his open mouth. One taste of her and he was instantly at war with himself. His every desire was to penetrate her, grunting and rutting like a beast, but his loving resolve kept the ravaging beast at bay. He couldn't help nudging his face against her sex insistantly though, as though he could force more of her sweet juices to flowing upon his wildly eager tongue. "mmm! Lyah! More! Mmph!" He growled insistantly, dabbling his tongue through the furrow of her slit, for a taste of her before milking more of that sweet nectar from her with his commanding ministrations upon her clit.

[EklectikChik]

Tamara couldn't quite believe this was happening, though she knew it was what he had intended and what she'd willingly walked into. Still, the feel of his mouth on her intimate parts felt both thrilling and overwhelming.

She bucked and cried out softly as his mouth slid over her moist sex, fingers curling into the sheets of the warm bed he spread her out on. His muffled growls and moans, made her shiver and gasp, her eyes large as she watched him lap at her sex.

Pleasure seemed to burst from her center and shimmer over her skin as his tongue dipped between her lips and tasted her in a way no other had ever done. She was pure innocence and sweet as honey on his tongue, her thighs spread out wide against his broad shoulders, so pale and tender.

[Ravenloft]

Treyis felt a connection with Tamara flicker to life, it was as though he could sense just where she needed him to be, just what she needed him to touch. His hands formed a tender grip upon her soft, milk white thighs, kneeding them gently as if to guide the bursting shimmer she felt all over her skin on the path down through her legs and even to her toes. He wanted her to crest and wash him in the purity of her sweet innocence, he needed her to. He would gladly drink what he could in even if it threatened to drown him, he was so thirsty for her.

[EklectikChik]

Her second orgasm was just as intense, if not more so. Making Tamara buck as she hissed out a breath and came against his mouth and tongue. Her cries were just as well as her body moved without conscious thought. Her hips driving up to press tightly to his mouth as she shattered.

Her body jerked and trembled, quivering all over until her toes curled and her fists beat against the bed, his name a soft chant on her lips as wave after pure sweet wave threaten to drown her in bliss.

As she came down slowly, his touch felt almost too much and she squirmed, pulling away and gasping for breaths.

[Ravenloft]

Treyis came back to himself and chuckled with darksome satisfaction, as he followed poor Tamara up the bed for only the breifest of moments. He left off of her as she gasped for breath. "Easy, easy now, pretty..." He chuckled a little more, licking his lips, chin wet, eyes full of stars. "You're okay, you're okay..." He reasured her, gently stroking her hip to soothe her.

He'd spent far too much time alone with Hexen and had forgotten any semblance of 'afterplay' so he had not meant the way he tried to soothe her in an insulting way. He lowered his head and took a couple of calming breaths himself. "Sorry, I didn't mean to be so offensive." He chuckled again and looked up into her eyes. "You're sweet, like honey, you know." He took a slow breath and licked his lips again. "Would you be willing to... Taste yourself?" He asked her softly, his voice like burgondy silk. "Your sweetness lingers ever so slightly upon my lips..." He whispered, drawing up by her side, a firm hand casually claiming her right breast in a wanting caress.

[EklectikChik]

Tamara wasn't offended...too caught up in the feelings he'd created to hear much of anything until her body sank warmly into the bed and she sighed softly. Slightly dazed, she gazed up at him and just slightly nodded.

It was all the consent he needed to press on in and meet her lips with his. She stiffened for a mere second and then let herself taste and feel. Her tongue shyly came into play as their lips parted and this time she pressed her own against his. Her soft whimper filled his mouth as her arms came up to wrap around his neck.

She did taste sweet and not unpleasantly, but the taste of him seemed to inflame her the most. What she had found almost shocking and maybe slightly repulsive only hours ago, Tamara was quickly beginning to love as their tongues danced back and forth.

[Ravenloft]

Treyis felt Tamara stiffen and relax into their kiss as he coaxed more and more confidence and passion from her sweet core. Her soft whimper and the welcoming embrace of her arms was his reward for the certainty of his desire for her. He danced with her slowly, tongue to tender tongue, then he drew atop her and felt the lush heat of her twice satisfied sex, honeyed and slick, as ready as it ever would be for what he was about to do. He broke their kiss long enough to tenderly caress her cheek and look deeply into her eyes revealing his aching need with a shuddering breath as he pressed his firmness length wise against her entrance. "Please?" He groaned as he throbbed, hot and hard against her in that intimate press. "I must feel your most intimate embrace... Please, Tamara... Please?" He would not take her without her permission.

[EklectikChik]

Tamara gazed up at Treyis, her heart in her throat. Everything felt so good, but now he was pressing her down into the bed, her legs spread and cradling his hips as he pressed against her entrance. This was the point of no return and his voice was desperate and strained. His great body trembling with the effort of not taking her right then and there.

She panted under him, her breaths fast and pulse pounding in her ears. Swallowing, she gaze him a slight nod. Heard him hiss and groan, pressing forward slightly. “Say it.” He growled and she clenched inside, wet and hot, but oh so tight.

“Yes...please.” She managed to whimper out. The flash of pain she felt next tore a scream from her throat as he thrust fast and deep into her tight depths, spreading her tight walls all around him. His large hands gripped her hips, holding her still when she wanted to pull away, her nail digging into his skin as she grit her teeth and bit back a sob.

[Ravenloft]

Treyis felt the throbbing wash of emotion that the sharp tearing pain of his thrust had caused Tamara. He kept her close, locked as one, knowing that if she tore herself away, it would only hurt her more. At his base, he was not as thick and throbbing as the rest of his length. "Steady now, sweet flower." He whispered, a lump in his throat for her.

"Don't hold back your pain from me please, I can feel it in my breast." He lifted his head, remaining still and deep inside of her until the pain dulled enough that she could come back to herself. "It's okay, it's okay, I understand." He whispered, looking into her eyes with a mixture of love and concern, touching her cheek tenderly, bidding her gently to give him her naked, true emotion. Though it hurt, he was there to see her through.

[EklectikChik]

Tamara's breaths shuddered past her chest as she gazed up at Treyis. She'd felt a moment of betrayal and hurt that he'd hurt her, but then rational thought prevailed as she saw the love and concern in his eyes. He was holding her tightly, gently wiping away her tears.

Slowly the pain ebbed and his touch relaxed her. Her body loosened and she lay still beneath him. “I'm okay...” she whispered softly, her thighs shifting a little to accommodate his hips a little better. The action brought his belly in contact with her own. He shifted carefully and pressed his chest against hers.

“I-is this it?” She asked softly, feeling stretched and filled to the max. He was a lot larger than she could have imagined and in fact, hadn't truly seen. He'd distracted her perfectly and perhaps that had been a good thing.

[Ravenloft]

Treyis's look of concern deepened as he searched Tamara's eyes. He showed her patience and tenderness until she whispered that she was okay. It was the fact that she moved to take him on that told him she was truly okay though. The way she molded agaisnt him so soft and smooth warmed him to his core. His eyes lit up with passion. "Oh, there's more, so much more." He growled, pleased by her curiously innocent question. He slipped his arms underneath her and drew her up to face him, sitting up. "How badly does it hurt?" He asked, testing a slow, subtle draw and push into her tautly embracing sex. "I need you to be honest, so I can love you right."