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rainbowfic2012-02-09 12:48 am
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Tiffany Blue #1
Name: shadowsong26
Story: Full Possession
'Verse: Feredar
Colors: Tiffany Blue #1. bracelet (it feels like handcuffs, like your stamp of ownership)
Supplies and Materials: Paint-by-numbers (from kat), canvas (963 FY--23 years prior to the main narrative), pastels (my current gen card O5 passion)
Word Count: 469
Rating: NC-17
Characters: Princess Kesshare, Ineku Loquelin
Warnings: Consensual bondage, dominance, and fire.
Notes: Constructive criticism welcome, as always. This is the first time I've ever written explicit sex.
She traced the ropes on his arms with thin lines of fire, just to make sure she was still in control. She was hardly an innocent--hardly expected to lose herself--but this was the first time she had ever had someone in her hands who would be in her hands for as long as he lived. It was intoxicating.
He shivered a little, but hadn't asked her to stop.
"Do you trust me?" she asked.
"Yes."
She bent over and flicked her tongue over the place in his neck between his collarbones, where it made a little dip. She always liked to start there, no matter who her partner was, to make sure he knew how thoroughly in command she was. It tasted saltier than she expected--her new husband was a sweet man. She had expected him to taste of it.
She moved further down his arching torso, following her tongue with fingers trailing sparks, listening to the sounds he made and feeling the changes in his breathing. She felt her own heart quickening and traced the ropes again. Delicate work, requiring control not to damage him.
Satisfied, she moved below his navel, filing away his different tastes and responses. She pulled her head up just before she reached his foundation, already ready to hold her. She doused the sparks from her hands, channeling the energy into pure heat, and touched him, reversing the pattern--hands first, then tongue.
He moaned a little and she stopped, deliberately taking her hands and mouth away. She was breathing hard herself, had lost track of how long it had been since the last time she'd stopped to reassert her self-control. She breathed a thin tongue of flame and shifted her position, trailing back up to the hollow of his neck and moving to straddle him. The beaded curtains around her bed caught the firelight and she focused on that as she lowered herself down onto his foundation. She gripped at the back of his head and tasted sweet salt and the tang of smoldering hair but she no longer cared about control.
She listened to the whisper of the curtains and the smoke and his ragged breathing. One of her earrings broke and she felt a trickle of something wet and sticky on her cheek--whose blood it was, she had no idea--before she felt the flood inside her with a sudden burst of light. She held there for a minute, until the last echoes faded, then let go of his hair and pulled herself up off the bed.
She traced fire along the ropes again, this time probing deeper, to cut him free. She paused for a minute as she took out her damaged earrings. "I enjoyed that."
She heard the smile in his voice. "I enjoy you."
Story: Full Possession
'Verse: Feredar
Colors: Tiffany Blue #1. bracelet (it feels like handcuffs, like your stamp of ownership)
Supplies and Materials: Paint-by-numbers (from kat), canvas (963 FY--23 years prior to the main narrative), pastels (my current gen card O5 passion)
Word Count: 469
Rating: NC-17
Characters: Princess Kesshare, Ineku Loquelin
Warnings: Consensual bondage, dominance, and fire.
Notes: Constructive criticism welcome, as always. This is the first time I've ever written explicit sex.
She traced the ropes on his arms with thin lines of fire, just to make sure she was still in control. She was hardly an innocent--hardly expected to lose herself--but this was the first time she had ever had someone in her hands who would be in her hands for as long as he lived. It was intoxicating.
He shivered a little, but hadn't asked her to stop.
"Do you trust me?" she asked.
"Yes."
She bent over and flicked her tongue over the place in his neck between his collarbones, where it made a little dip. She always liked to start there, no matter who her partner was, to make sure he knew how thoroughly in command she was. It tasted saltier than she expected--her new husband was a sweet man. She had expected him to taste of it.
She moved further down his arching torso, following her tongue with fingers trailing sparks, listening to the sounds he made and feeling the changes in his breathing. She felt her own heart quickening and traced the ropes again. Delicate work, requiring control not to damage him.
Satisfied, she moved below his navel, filing away his different tastes and responses. She pulled her head up just before she reached his foundation, already ready to hold her. She doused the sparks from her hands, channeling the energy into pure heat, and touched him, reversing the pattern--hands first, then tongue.
He moaned a little and she stopped, deliberately taking her hands and mouth away. She was breathing hard herself, had lost track of how long it had been since the last time she'd stopped to reassert her self-control. She breathed a thin tongue of flame and shifted her position, trailing back up to the hollow of his neck and moving to straddle him. The beaded curtains around her bed caught the firelight and she focused on that as she lowered herself down onto his foundation. She gripped at the back of his head and tasted sweet salt and the tang of smoldering hair but she no longer cared about control.
She listened to the whisper of the curtains and the smoke and his ragged breathing. One of her earrings broke and she felt a trickle of something wet and sticky on her cheek--whose blood it was, she had no idea--before she felt the flood inside her with a sudden burst of light. She held there for a minute, until the last echoes faded, then let go of his hair and pulled herself up off the bed.
She traced fire along the ropes again, this time probing deeper, to cut him free. She paused for a minute as she took out her damaged earrings. "I enjoyed that."
She heard the smile in his voice. "I enjoy you."
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Also, for some reason, I love the note of the beaded curtains.
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The curtains were mostly me trying to include as much sensory detail as well, and realizing I hadn't had her see anything. So I'm glad it worked ^_^
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