The Mansion

[chronicle_tenko]

Strong hands flexed a moment as he glided from leaving a stubbly kiss on the back of each knee, to just up her thighs. Working into the well sculpted muscle, Moving higher with each little tough, and gently one hand to each spreading her legs as far as the skirt would allow. Then further, his hands Pushing the skirt up slowly. Stopping just before his palms would contact her lush well packed bottom, and moving atop her. For once letting her feel all that weight of his on her, pinning her gently.

"I want you. Caitlin, and I mean to have you, if you'll let me. But this is as always the lady's choice."

Hands grip bare bottom cheeks, and stroke down the line of her thong. the globes of her perfect bum not quite filling his large hands. He growled Low and menacing and deep into her ear. An animalistic sound. One that promised Lust, and passion, and unleashed desires. One that promised an end to the long line of soon.

"But My fairytale. It is no longer a waiting game. I mean to have you. To do everything I have promised. Now."

 

[DarkWarrioress]

His hands had lulled her into a place of relaxation. His body, pressed down upon her back, his words in in her ear from behind and all that lovely relaxation bundled and curled into the pit of her stomach, becoming a heat.

The woods that surrounded them provided the privacy. The sound of the ocean crashing against the rocks became the melody. His hands gripped the cheeks of her backside, movng along the line of her thong. She twitched. A deep twitch in her core. With a lazy twist of her head, her voice low, her reply came.

"Are you going to just tell me or show me?"

Teasing could be a dangerous thing. She loved danger, especially with men.

 

[chronicle_tenko]

His hand was fast. A speed borne of years and years of throwing what looked to be lazy jabs at a speed bag, arms burdened by weights at the wrist. Now his arms were lean, and quick. Flashing things like striking snakes. And his hand was quick about her neck, tilting her chin, his cheek scratching just gently at hers. As his lips took hers in, and drank deep of her. His tongue pushing between her lips and gently dancing with hers. A counterpoint to the hand at her neck. Somehow seeming so heavy despite it's soft touch.

His other hand snaked around, to the clasp of her skirt, and gently tugged, Touching her hips softly lifting as he shimmied it off and down revealing her lower half and the emerald thong, contrasting the black garter belt.

"You, are delicious."

His lips took in her neck, teeth just scraping, and down her shoulder, her bare arm, her fingertips, and lower. Until his mouth was on her bottom. The hand at her throat teasing up and down her neck. Scraping with a single fingertip.

His teeth scraped the elastic of her thong and playfully pulled it up. Then his fingers curled in the scrap of fabric that covered her sex.

"And I am hungry, and about to eat you all up."

 

[DarkWarrioress]

His kiss, when he gave it to her, took everything one moment, then replenished her the next. It was heady. And it went straight to her head... and her core. He made short work of her skirt, leaving exposed her emerald green thong and the black garter belt, vacant of the stockings he had removed earlier.

Lips, teeth. His. Raked along her tender skin, raising goosebumps on her flesh, making her writhe slightly under him. The heat in her belly was spreading. His hand teased the column of her throat, then trailing downward until they encountered, captured her thong and tugged. His fingers closed over the small silk covering her sex. The heat spread. His hunger was evident and hers would be be shortly.

 

[chronicle_tenko]

He pulled and the material tightened, wedging into her sex, and across her hips. Her ran his fingers, willing himself to look into her green eyes, and not the proud sweet pussy he was revealing. He pulled, and the muscles in his arms flexed gently, then firm as he tore the fabric off her. Leaving her clad only in that garter. her firm naked ass on display. Hands groped sweet supple flesh, and teeth gently bit in a cheek, before a ringing smack came down. A simple spank just to set her cheeks to jiggling. Just the perfect mix, of toned muscle, and sinful soft curve. Fingers swiped between her thighs, and then back up. Bringing her musk to his nose.

Hands reached for hers, and soon one discarded stocking was about her wrists, then wrapped tight. Arms behind her back. A simple handle to arch her, or pull her where needed. Her legs spread and he looked. Burning the image of her pussy into his brain. Then sloppily lips to lips he kissed her. Then again. Suckling her labia into his mouth and teasing as her petals opened. He was hungry, and time wasted. teasing was fine but he wanted. He thirsted. he needed her, and his tongue slipped into her core as soon as his cheeks scraped her thighs. Delving into her, slipping through her folds and into her. fire, she was burning with the same desire. He could taste it, and the moisture from his kiss and tongue only stoked it.

Another smack echoed off her bottom as he lifted her to atop his face, bringing her atop his mouth. Lunch.

 

[DarkWarrioress]

His fingers gripped the material and tugged, making it taunt. She could feel it resisting him, but that was for only a moment. She felt the tension in him just before the delicate fabric gave way to his command. All she had left was the garter belt.

His hand landed on her backside with a resounding smack. It made her body jerk upward. A soft muffled moan came from her. She felt the light sting and the soft heat coming from the area he had just smacked. What she wasn't prepared for was to find her arms behind her back, her wrists bound with her own stocking. She tugeed at them experimentally. Nope, she wasn't getting them free any time soon.

His mouth found her. Wet and wanting. And he gave. Again, he fed her. Her hips shuffled, a soft sound of pleasure escaped her as his tongue dived into her. No foreplay here. Need was a raw primal thing. For them both. Another smack to her backside before he maniputed her body, bringing her to rest right over his mouth. She gazed down, into his eyes, until his mouth branded her again. His tongue seeking her honeyed core and taking from it what he would. She was in no position to stop him nor did she wish to.

 

[chronicle_tenko]

He reached. Hands up her body to touch her breasts through her blouse then back down to hold her hips. To bring her closer, and make his face meet hers. His tongue lashing, a sinuous thrashing thing inside her until he needed air more. Then slower. More controlled, the simple lap of an unhurried man, teasingly finding the spots inside her that made her thighs quiver and her core clench. Hand needing something he reached for the container and knocked over the walls looking for ice. A single cube which he applied to the hood of her clit, and then pushed inside her with his tongue. Juggling the cold object in her heated sex until the melted water slaked his thirst.

Then another.

The cold cube inside her as it froze his tongue tip, melting rapidly under it's spin, as it touched her walls, and chilled. She was delicious. Hands lifted and brought her down atop her arms. His tongue returned teasing and coaxing her clit from it's shell, until it was captured in his lips. Sucked sweetly, and then followed with his tongue tip as it retreated. Bringing it back, and watching. His finger pushing into her, just the pinky. Long and smooth, the nail filed away to a smooth rounded edge without corners before he came. Now it was the spoon that stirred the honey pot, that wetted itself in her juices, and followed the shimmer of her drip, down between her cheeks, and teasing at the entrance to her ass. Wet with her juices and insistent, His index and middle finger already pushing into her front. The pinky squirmed, and poked, Pushing just past that cinnamon ring. And suddenly he was in her ass. Fingers taking both her holes as he licked and suckled her clit.

 

[DarkWarrioress]

Her hips jerked as his tongue stroked her but it was that single long leisurely lick that made her body shudder, that fed the ache, working to fan it into something more than just an ache. Her core clenched. Dear god, did it ever. Then she was slightly distracted as his hand was searching for something. But what? What could they possibly have with them that-----

The answer was soon there. Ice. Cold. Pressed to her clit, immediately freezing it or so it seemed. Her hips bucked. Oh dear god... sweet torture. The cube moved with his tongue, her breath sharply held with an inhaled breath. No. He would--- Stars and moon, he was. He did. He slid it inside her. It was cold. It chilled her, even as it melted in her heat. She was about to beg him to stop, to remove it but the ice cube didn't last long enough for that. Her insides were cold and heated, both at the same time. Just when she thought it was over, this sweet demented torture, it was back, making her body arch.

He wasn't finished by a long shot. His fingers slipped into her body, making her moan his name. Something more solid than the flexiblity of his tongue. She felt the trmebling in her thighs. His pinky finger found its way into her core from another end. The one found deep in the crevice of her ass. Fuck. Her distraction was complete. Fingers, and tongue, manipulating her body, taking it into the center of that molten core, fanning her into a flame that roiled through her veins. She was pinned by his fingers, tormented by his mouth. Nothing was sweeter, except perhaps... the small death that would release her into oblivion.

 

[chronicle_tenko]

His name. Moaned like a blessing, or the sweetest music in the world. It was after all. The moans of your lover, her pleading cries, the sweet sounds of her passion rising. It's the sweetest symphony one can play, and My Fairytale is a beautiful instrument. Fingers in her pussy pulse. The muscles in his arm making a short spasm to shake his hand, before it retreats. Letting the soft licks along her clit be her only stimulation, Until the middle finger of his hand pokes softly at her bottom.

Longer thicker, pressing with a need. The other hand already there, already replacing the fingers lost from her sex. And then she is penetrated fully and the pace begins again. From scratch as those fingers flick and reach up finding that rough patch, like corduroy, tight against the tops of her sex, Pulling up like 'll lift her two fingers rubbing gentle over the bumps of her G-spot. That middle finger slow, in it's movements, back and forth firm in her sweet backdoor. Listening to her rising moans as the crescendo approaches again. The measured pace, simple, sweet.

Finally my voice. Deep and low, and with menace.

"Cum for me Caitlin."

The order given, the simple command of a man who knows he can make this happen. Those sensations that amplify, that speed. Fingers stiff and moving, the edge of a growl against her sensitive button. The words that might not even be spoken.

"Cum now."

 

[DarkWarrioress]

His fingers stoked the fire he had built inside her until her veins were alive with it. Until her whole body flared with it, making her a writhing mess before his eyes. His voice penetrated the lustful haze he had created. Her name. Full. Complete. His command tugged at her. It brooked no argument. Accepted no excuses. Her will was already a puny thing. It had become molding clay in his hands. The delicate line that kept her here, in this place, snapped. Her body went taut, still, in a moment that was undefined. Then it rolled through her, crashing through her body with a force, undeniable. One tremor, followed by another. Spasms clenching at his fingers buried in both holes. Clenching. Releasing, only to clench again.

It felt like forever. Tossing her willy nilly in the ether. Or wherever here was. Her breath came harshly and quick, eventuially slowing as the tremors did. Her body collapsed. Gave out. She breathed slowly, in and out. A fine glistening of sweat marking her body.

 

[chronicle_tenko]

She came for him. And he did not slow. Her holes sucked, and squeezed at his digits, but they would not be denied. This was his, and he intended to make use of it. To take and use her as he wanted, and that included making her come so hard she could not remember how it started.

Faster.

Harder.

His fingers moving in and out in a sequence for just a moment before the need to make her cum shattered any illusion of self control. There was only what he could cause for her, do to her, give to her. The shattering pulse of his fingers in and out of her tight clenching core was the physical end of that. But there was more. There was more he could give her. More he could take from her. Until she went taut, and collapsed. Mewled. Her air slow and simple, as he stopped and let her rest. His fingers dead inside her, except to very slowly pull out. He sucked them all clean, and adored it.

"You taste delicious."

Hands touched her face, stroked her hair. Were gentle, tracing lines across her neck and lower, undoing buttons to her blouse and slowly baring her bra covered breasts to his gaze. He undid her hands, and began to slowly rub life into her arms. She'd been lying on them a while, and it let him remove her blouse, and then bra. Leaving her almost completely bare to him. Those heavy wonderful teardrops, that took his gaze so often now free and exposed to his gaze.

His hands moved as he stood briefly, the sound of a zipper coming undone as he made himself nude with her. His arousal evident, hard and thick, springing from it's cloth confinement as soon as he lowered the boxer briefs he had been wearing. Bringing her to her feet, and kissing her, needing to bend from his perch above her. She was flushed and just now regaining her breath. She was beautiful.

"Are you ready sweetling?"

 

[DarkWarrioress]

He didn't stop, even though he knew what rolled through her. He pushed her until she rose again, her spirit shooting out beyond the stars, until she almost saw black. Her body tensed and untensed, strained upward until it she had given all there was to give and sagged against the blanket, panting. Her eyes fluttered open. She had to blink sebveral times to bring her view to clear. All the while his hands were undoing her blouse, exposing her chest his ravenous eyes. Her own eyes followed him, as she lay there panting, while he got to his feet, towering over her, as he got naked. Her eyes went to his arousal, making her bite her bottom lip.


"Are you ready sweetling?"

He helped her to her feet and she felt small as he rose above her. She had to tip her head back to see his face and reply. Only she couldn't find her voice, yet. Instead she merely nodded her head. Even using her tongue to wet her lips didn't help a damn thing.

What did he have in mind for her now?

 

[chronicle_tenko]

Each touch across her body was purposeful. The guiding hand on the small of her back, the gentle way he took her hand, and kept her steady. The simple scrape of his lips across her neck, and the brush of knuckles on her cheek as they looked to the ocean through the trees. The small rock outcropping Almost perfectly sized for her hands to rest on, as he touched his placed her hands there.

But it was the tight pull of his hand in her hair, the not so gentle shove that bent her over that natural formation that was important. A hand pinned her down. A hand large enough to palm most of her skull, and his elbow kept her, while his hands stroked her thighs, parted them, and readied himself. The head teasing her lips before it entered her wet honeypot. He growled, and it tapered to a stiff groan as he sunk into her depths. So small, and tight, and hot. He didn't move. simply let her feel and adjust. Instead his hand groping and slapping each upturned cheek. Over and over, Two then three then four to a side. before his thumb pressed on that little opening, of her ass, and he began to thrust into her tight little pussy. The hand on her bottom helping keep her down, helping hold her in place, and fuck her sweetly.

At first. Then the hand tightened in her hair, pulling her, arching her back to drag her nipples across stone as he pounded into her. Fucking her, having her. Taking her.

Hard.

 

[DarkWarrioress]

His hand was guiding her. She trusted him enough to allow that. His lips on her neck burned her, seared her with passion. The brush of his knuckles, soothed her. They relayed a gentleness she knew he possessed. Her hands found the outcropping and she gripped it. His hand in her hair, primal, lustful with force. TYhe rough way he pushed her over to bend, bringingher backside up and back toward him, made her breath catch. Anticipation tightened her body. She felt his stregnth nudge against her, parting the lips that guarded her center. Her core. He sank into her, pushing forward unrelentlessly, stretching her open to his length and girth. It brough her up on her toes.

His palm found each rounded globe of her ass. Slap. Then another. And another. Until she felt the warmth in each of those cheeks. A tingle slid up, working its way up her spine. His hands gripped her, his thumb found its way to her tight dark opening and pressed against it, causing a soft moan to pass her lips.

The it begun. He began to fuck her from behind. His hand laced into her hair, tugging it backwards, making her arch her back, drawing her face up until her eyes overlooked the ocean. Her nipples scraped against the rough stone. They hardened. Painfully, but it was a sweet pain. His hips slammed against her. She pushed back, grinding her hips against his every possible moment she could take. Hands gripped the stone as she begged him to take her. Harder. Deeper.

 

[chronicle_tenko]

"Can you feel that? Not the obvious. Not my shaft splitting you, taking you and sundering your walls. Not the scrape of your nipples on this stone, or the yank of hair follicles too tough to break as a whole. Can you feel that whole. Feel me take you, feel me give to you."

The words came in something like a snarl. A whisper it was maybe meant to be. Personal and private and loving. But they were bound in lust, and delivered through a growl of enjoyment, and desire. Wrapped up in the frantic physicality of all he talked about. His hips beating against her like the waves on the shore. Her breasts shaking and scraping, like the blanket over the moss. His feet constantly looking for purchase, for more. Her hair tugged, and his body sucked back by her.

"That connection. You, to me, to this grove, and everything else."

His hips cracked into her and his teeth found her earlobe. Gentle in contrast to the furious rhythm that crashed into her. That shell of gentleness hiding savagery and ferocity underneath. the hand tangled in her curls On one of her breasts. Groping, squeezing, pinching the nipple forward, and rolling it softly in his fingers. Keeping it from scraping as he continued his mad forward motion. His feet finding enough purchase to push her up and off her feet. To lift her thigh and make scree fall every time his body impacted hers. He lifted her and took her to the ground. Still atop her. Mounting her form. Taking her by the neck, and slowing. Throwing his hips with every ounce of power he could forward, and drawing back gently. Slamming her into the earth over each time.

"It is primal. Ferocious and bare. Like you. Like me. This is who we are. Just like when we sparred. And you surrendered to me. This is inevitable and pure, and wonderful."

His teeth closed on her ear, as he stayed rooted deep inside her. His cock filling her completely.

"Surrender."

 

[DarkWarrioress]

Her eyes closed under his onslought of words and actions. She listened. She felt.

"Yes."

So simple a word, rasped out with feeling that went beyond their bodies. She was no longer form, but pure energy, mingling, co-existing with all the energy that floated in the world. It twined with his, wrapped around his like a kitten wrapped itself around an ankle. He slammed into her. She ground back into him. At some point he was levered over her. Taking her, in the most primitive form of animals. His teeth drove a shudder through her, making her body quiver. Soft feminine grunts rent the air everytime his force lifted her off her feet. Her body, her feminine core, clenching him, seeking to keep him grounded within her and having no such effect. He always withdrew, always plunged back in.

Surrender. Yes. Male to female. A calling older than time. Again his teeth, clamping on her ear.

"Surrender."

"Yes."

The word was whoosed from her lungs in a soft sound. Did he even hear it as she strained against him?

Surrender.


She would give herself into his keeping.

 

[chronicle_tenko]

His.

"Yes."

The little words, that push back, and then her give. That total willingness that welcomed him without violence without need or force. That melted them together. That took him atop her, and brought lips together. That soothed him from beast to man again. That brought him atop her hands soft across her breasts. Fingers running just over her nipples as their tongue danced.

He had not expected this. Had not expected her to give in. Like a velvet fist he expected to find her steel underneath, and now he was melting into her, becoming part and parcel with her, growling soft and sweet, as he brought her atop. Lifted her with his hips and brought her back down. Impaling her with each motion and watching as hr breasts shook.

"You're gorgeous."

And he had nothing more to say, nothing more to take. Just to give to her.

"and Mine."

And those words said it all.

 

[DarkWarrioress]

Surrender was inevitable. Was she ready to give it to him right now? He drew her up and over him, hands on her hips, impaling her on his length. Over and over. Not yet. Not...just ... yet. Her hips rocked against him. Rolling, lifting, refitting him into her sheath, like a sword into its scabbard. Sliding in just as effortlessly. Leaning over him, her hair falling over her shoulders and surrounding them, she latched onto his bottom lip with her teeth, eyes glittering and tugged momentarily before retreating minutely to whisper just there.

"You want my surrender, CT? Take it. Claim it. Fuck me like the animals we are, can be, when lust overtakes us. When desire and passion are all that matters for the moment. Know that I will take yours as well. I want that raw side of you. I crave it. I want to hear your roar in my ear. My own whimpers under it."

 

[chronicle_tenko]

She bit him. Just lightly but it was enough. Those green eyes glittered while she was across him, atop him. Her hair a curtain that stole everything but her from his vision. And her words were inflammatory. were inciting. If there was a fire in her, it was in him too. In his blood. He smiled, as she released his lip, growled as she rode him. Chuckled as she told him exactly what she wanted. There was his steel. There was the rasp as she sheathed him. Fit him. Fucked him.

"Oh. Oh you beautiful bitch. Like an animal."

It was slow she could see. Or likely she couldn't the arm that approached her from behind and took her hair in it. Tight. From the base and up snapping her head back. Until she was almost straight atop him again. His other hand went to her bottom, and he stood. Lifting. Taking her up with him, as both hands went to her hips. Lifting her solid Until there was nowhere for her to go but down. Nothing but to sink and impale herself upon him.

"I've never been a good animal. I've been savage, and ferocious, and dangerous, and cunning, and even bestial. But that's only because I'm a good man. And I'll fuck you like that."

His hands lifted her and brought her down, Holding her up as he stood. supporting her, keeping her. Fucking her. His length buried into her, his strong body lifting her up, all five foot fuck all of her sinful curves and courage, and he used her. The size between them, letting him use her like a doll, like a toy. Until Finally he brought her down. Carefully, and bucked her off the ground. Teeth took her collarbone before his hands planted on either side of her. On her shoulders. weight bearing down. And he took her. Like a man.

 

[DarkWarrioress]

Oh, she had forgotten. Until now. Not an animal. A very dangerous man. His arm snaked around her, his fingers entangled into her hair, yanking her head back. Yes. Just. Like. That. Her drew her head back, until she was upright again, even bowed back slightly as he came to his feet. Her own legs wrapped around his waist, locking her ankles at the small of his back.

His hands lifted her, gravity and CT brought her down, imapling her on his masculine sword. Sword to sheath, sheath to sword. She growled in her throat, feeling him fill her, his entire length and girth encased in her heat. Her hands wrapped around his arms, fingers digging into muscle.

"Yes," it was a gutteral moan, "Just like that. Fuck me, CT."

Her teeth found the side of his neck, marking his skin, but not deeply.

 

[chronicle_tenko]

Her bite brought him higher. Took off one of the lashes around him, and she could feel his passion heighten. Feel it in the the simple motion of Hips and body swinging into her.

"More."

He wanted more. He wanted her to feel more. His feet dug in and scraped moss as he grabbed her leg and wrenched it above his head. Changing the angle of his penetration, Slamming her onto him. A hand, on her neck, the danger of his weight a far concern, of his fall across her. She was his, and he would take her.

"Put your nails in my back."

She was so small to him. So Simple and small, the size that he might cause damage. And still he didn't care as his hand tightened. She wanted this, he wanted this. And they would have it. He growled deep and low, and savage. And his eyes flashed. Deep and blue and violent. Like the ocean beside them in a storm.

"I want it."

 

[DarkWarrioress]

His direction was hardly needed as his hand unwrapped one of her legs, raising it past his shoulder. Her nails found his back and raked across it, leaving red angry welts in their wake.

She basked in the storm she stirred in him. Feeding it, just as he fed her passion, her need. Her mouth found his shoulder, again her teeth left its mark on his skin. The fire within was stirred and flared throughout her body, consuming her. Soft sounds of impatience, of desires, of need, came from her. Breathing was a harsh, strained thing. Her nails came back up from the path downward, still raking his skin, urging him to his wilder tendencies.

 

[chronicle_tenko]

He shivered when her nails raised his flesh. And she saw the result. His eyes glinting as he bucked hard. His hand shifted behind her neck, Holding it tight as she went for another ride. Up, further and then into the outcropping. his eyes looking directly into hers as their lust took him over. His teeth found her lips bit and pulled until they were kissing. His body crushing hers against the natural wall. Making it crumble as he pounded into it.

Every grip of her hands making him growl. Every tight squeeze of her hungry core making him moan for her. She could hardly breathe, and he was taking her air. Drinking in her moans and cries, until his teeth found her neck. Seized and bit. Marked her, with little indents and red skin.

"Mine. My sweet little thing, My lover, my toy."

His hand came back to her hair and yanked her head to look at him. To watch him, to make sure she heard him through grit teeth, through want and need, and frustrated desire.

"Mine. You hear me."

 

[DarkWarrioress]

Her body twisted against his, frantically searching for that one thrust, that one time that would push her over the edge. His words inflamed her. His hand in her hair, yanking her head back until she was looking directly into his eyes. She wet her lips with the edge of a tongue gone dry.

"I heard."

She sounded like dry leaves rubbing together. Her eyes took on a darker hue the closer she came to completion. They gilttered dangerously watching him. His body continued to pound into hers, driving them both into a frenzy. She lost count of how many times her nails raked his back in desperation. She stifled her moans against his shoulder or into the side of his neck.

 

[chronicle_tenko]

Tight. Close. Desperate. They both were and for the same thing. For that Singular perfect feeling that would tip them from the edge and send them down. For the single thrust, the feeling that would rip them from their restraints, from this feeling across a divide that would bring them together as one. He couldn't stop his growls, his groans. The grunted calls of her name. The answer to her moans into his mouth or his neck. The loud call of his own pleasure. the crumbling earth that fell into his hair as he sheltered her.

It was all a rush towards a finish, with no line in sight. With nothing but the look into her eyes. That heady trip into pools of green, limitless and forever. Like falling down a grass covered hill, rolling and tumbling into it. That signal to run to move, to continue, driving him forward deeper. Deeper. He kissed her. Simple hard full and felt that moment. That exhalation of release as he took her breath in him, and savagely drove home into her depths. A weapon completing it's purpose, his hands gripping tight as he poured forward. Feeling her with him.

"Oh sweet fuck Caitlin"

He tumbled to the ground, atop her. Mounted with her, Still lost in her eyes, Lost in these motions, filling her frantically, without rhythm or pace or motion, or anything but wanting to throw her from that cliff, and get her as lost in the pleasure and madness and lust as he was. Down in savagery and simplicity and bliss.

Like animals.