waylaid

...let me help you...

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audreyxblackwood‌:

Long eyelashes blinked quickly at the man, her previously lowered gaze shooting to him, confusion furrowing her brow. She couldn’t have heard him right, could she? He wanted her to… undress? When Audrey had thought she knew what he wanted from her, she hadn’t clued into the bigger hints, her nerves muddling her common sense. He’d touched her out in the courtyard, but she’d thought it routine, as he had lead her to believe. The honey dipped words he was breathing out now were anything but. Now it made sense why the girls looked at him through half-lidded eyes, their hips swaying as they left the room in suggestion. She couldn’t help the flutter in her chest at discovering the culprit.

She blinked and he was behind her, so caught up in her own thoughts she hadn’t even realized he had moved. His breath tickled her ear and his fingers folded around hers, willing Audrey to relax even as his words caused a pleasant shiver to run down her spine and heat flush to her neck. She was honestly surprised he couldn’t hear her heart thudding in her chest with how loud it was, his hands so close to her skin, deftly unbuttoning her dress. The shifter’s lips parted to speak but no sound would come, her breath hitching audibly in the still room, his lips on her neck. Kissing, sucking, taking her words with him.

When had she closed her eyes? Fabric pooled around her feet and she realized a moment later she was shivering, but it was unclear if it was because of the room being cold or the desire pooling in her stomach. ‘Beautiful’, he had called her. It was almost too easy to simply lean into his touch, her head tilting back against his chest with his hand wrapped deliciously around her throat. As his other hand drifted lower, hers hesitantly skimmed over her soft breasts, up her chest and over her shoulder to curl her fingers into his shirt. The other joined his wandering fingers, laying her hand over his even as his fingers dipped and curved into her mound over a single layer of thin cloth, eliciting a soft noise from her lips. She was already wet, heat flushing against her skin everywhere he had touched. Audrey didn’t have the chance to process, she simply moved.

It seemed that at first the girl was going to be rather confused about the whole arrangement. He’d made no pretense of anything regarding any unfair treatment, of course, but he wasn’t about to pass up on the opportunity to enjoy such fair cuisine. His lips on her neck earned him a moan, but that was nothing as he felt her hand cover his own and encourage him to touch her more. It seemed that she was willingly going along with his more dominant desires; Good, good, he thought. It would certainly make her life easier, and might even result in an advancement of her station at this rate.

“Mmm...” he hummed, lips parting, he took a bit of her pale flesh between them and sucked harder. Teeth grazed her tender flesh just under her ear. The man’s free hand still held her throat, but as she bared more to him, he released it and moved down, right into the fragile fabric of the undershirt she wore, gripping a handful of breast. Feeling her bud harden against his palm, Rockford kneaded her tit with a firmer grip. His other hand slipped past the underwear she wore and found her bare sex beneath, the blessing of her hand atop his goading the man to go further. Surely, they slipped along her tender nether lips, sliding through her pubic hair until he found her delightfully wet core. 

“Oh, someone is needy already. Good. Very good.” He kept hold of the diminutive form of the girl, grinding against her ass, playing with her tits and now rubbing her clit at the same time. “Tell me you like it,” he whispered in her ear, breath hot on her skin. “Tell me how you’re turned on.” The older man let his lips guide her until she turned her head back and over her shoulders and their lips met for the first time. 

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audreyxblackwood‌:

Audrey gave the older girl a glance of acknowledgement with a slight smile, the first she had offered through the morning. She was smart enough to know that the others could make her life hell if she wasn’t careful. She followed the man into the office and sensing where she was supposed to be, oriented herself in front of the desk, back straight and polite like her mother had always instructed her to do when they had company. “I go by Audrey, yes, sir.” She kept her tone neutral and respectful, soft-spoken as she had been since coming to the city. 

The young shifter watched as the girls flitted about, her gaze following them as they left until the door clicked shut and left her truly alone with him. She could hear the suggestiveness in his tone of voice, a promise that she would be calling him something more than just sir and she would eventually have a new title in the privacy of the home as time went on. The significance went slightly over her head, her thoughts straying to a more formal way of addressing him. ‘Yes, Master Tellus’, being one of them, though even in her head it felt off.

His words only reconfirmed her suspicions of what Audrey had gotten herself into, lowering her gaze in resignation, “We do, sir. I am yours, however you have need of me and to do with as you wish.” She had heard other servants say similar when their owner had come to pick them up from the Auction House or the Inn she’d been put up at. Some were said with tears in the servants eyes, but she had no need for tears. There was nothing to cry about; she’d sold herself into servitude and she was here willingly. She meant every word, though she did not fully understand the lengths of what would be asked of her.

The corner of the older man’s mouth turned up. “Good. Now let’s get a proper look at you, shall we? I know the cursory examination done in the courtyard there was enough to look for surface injuries, but call me old fashioned in that I like a proper inventory of what’s mine...” He leaned forward after sitting his glass down, resting his elbows on his knees. “I think that dress... and everything else... needs to come off now. We’ll take a good look at you and see how you perform... under pressure.” 

Not one to deny being involved (though he’d of gladly let her take it all off herself), Rockford moved closer to her and stepped around behind the young shifter. “Think you’re going to behave for me?” he breathed into her ear, hands falling to her waist and freeing Audrey’s hands from where they were clasped in front of her. “I’m sure all you want to do is be a good girl and please me,” the man said, fingers finding the front of her dress and ever slowly starting to unbutton it. His senses were on high alert for her reactions, judging her right now.

Rockford’s lips found her neck, lightly sucking and kissing along her pale flesh as slowly more and more skin was exposed on the servant girl. Fingers pressed down lightly on her shoulders, sliding the material of the dress free of her form and allowing it to drop, pooling at her feet. He dared a glance down, between her perfect cleavage and pale stomach, slender waist and long legs. “Beautiful,” he whispered again, One hand slid up Audrey’s form again, gripping one of the girl’s breasts before wrapping in a dominant feeling around her throat. The other slipped lower instead, keeping her pressed back against him, until it was between her slim thighs, rubbing her through the cotton bottoms she wore.

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audreyxblackwood‌:

Gold flecked eyes flickered up at the compliment, at the sound of his voice, but she didn’t raise her head and her gaze fell back to the ground, fixing on a small blue flower petal there. A warm touch on her side, smoothing over the curve of her hip and then lower had a blush creeping up her cheeks, the heat flushing to the tips of her ears when his fingers squeezed. She hadn’t really thought much into what she would be doing in her contract outside of simply cleaning but his touches were giving her a few hints. 

The trail of his fingertips raised goosebumps on her arms and her chest, as if chasing his touch as his hand wandered up her throat and his grip tightened, all but silently ordering her to meet his gaze. Audrey’s breath hitched, her only thought of how his voice complimented his handsome features even with the chiseled pad of his thumb danced teasingly across her lip. She was almost tempted to lick it, to see what he would do, but it was a childish thought and was dashed away with his retreat.

‘Quality’. Is that what she was? A pretty delicacy being presented in front of a guest at a one of the finer restaurants in town? She supposed it didn’t much matter what was on the inside of a person when it came to contracts from the Hightown Auction House. Only what Audrey could do for her contract owner as a shifter and how pretty she looked serving a pitcher of wine while entertaining guests of the household. The man who accompanied her was quick to leave her behind, climbing back into the carriage and riding away back the way they came. 

The young woman watched it disappear along with her freedom for just a moment before following the man up the steps. Through the front door and into her new life and her new status.

“Catherine, you’ll be taking her under your wing for the time being,” he said to the oldest of the girls - who couldn’t be much older than Audrey. “Show her the ropes. Don’t tie her up in any, that’s for me to do later, but make sure she knows what she has to do, when she has to do it.” He glanced back over his shoulder, satisfied that the girl did know enough to come along behind him. “Let’s talk in here.” He led her into the study, taking a seat in the high back leather chair and crossing his long legs in front of him. 

“Let’s get this out of the way. I’m Rockford Tellus, your new master. You may call me ‘sir’. When in public, at least,” he added, letting a bit of his playful innuendo creep into his voice during this orientation talk. “I understand you’re Aubrey Blackwood. Do you go by Audrey? Again... in public, at least.” A hint of things to come, perhaps. Rockford reached beside him, picking up a glass half filled with amber liquid that one of the other girls walked in carrying, giving the master a smile of an almost coy nature before leaving. It seemed that all the ladies that worked here wore that same look, all the time. Or there was something about the witch.

“I trust it you understand the contract that you’ve entered into? You’re mine to do with as I please, if you run, you’ll be hunted down, all that rigamarole? I know a few of the contract hunters, they wouldn’t be quite so... kind with you. I’ll say this much. Do as your told and show some... enthusiasm... and you’ll go far with me. Resist, you’ll end up spending three years peeling potatoes if I don’t sell you to someone who’ll turn you out doing tricks on the street. Do we understand each other?” 

[audreyxblackwood]

Fingers clenched tightly together, Audrey willed her hands to cease their shaking, folded in her lap as the carriage ambled and bumped along. She had woken not long ago to the thud of a fist against her door and felt her nerves skyrocket at the sight of the pristinely dressed Hightown official standing in the hall impatiently. She’d been ordered to dress quickly before being led out to the carriage waiting to take them to their destination but she might have as well simply worn rags with how her finest dress paled in comparison to the finely tailored suit of her escort. Now, sitting across from the man, she struggled to ease the tension that coiled like a vice in her gut.

What awaited at the end of the road? Was it to be a young faerie in need of a handmaid? Or perhaps, an older gentleman with a number of servants that she’d get lost in the crowd of them? 

The carriage lurched to a stop, the shifter fighting against her own fight or flight instincts as the door swung open. She just needed to breathe. In… and out. In… and out. Taking one final breath, she eased her way out of the carriage and into the bright sunshine of the early morning. Her escort waited until her feet were firmly planted on the ground before striding forward. Towards a man, standing at the bottom of a pair of steps leading up to the front door of the most beautiful house she’d ever seen. Audrey didn’t even have to pretend to be in awe of her new living accommodations, hesitating to follow in order to take in the sight. The man that accompanied her cleared his throat loudly to get her attention and she quickly made her way over to the two as he introduced the young shifter, ducking her head in greeting as she remained quiet, hiding her shaking hands in the folds of her dress.

“Presenting, Audrey Blackwood, sir.”

@rockford-tellus​

[rockford-tellus]

“Sir, there is a carriage out front.” 

Frowning, it took Rockford a moment to re-arrange his disheveled clothes into something of a semblance of order, shooing the particular maid he’d been enjoying off to get herself right as well. “All right...” he replied to the second one who had remained there watching with no short amount of desire in her own eyes. Rising, he motioned towards her. ‘Come along then. And nothing too... suggestive, Catherine, we’re receiving a new friend today.” She helped him dress, and he made his way downstairs and out the front of the house. Only walking slightly off canter.

“Ahh yes, the newest acquisition...” He’d been at the auction house of course, out bidding one or two others who wished to have the attractive shifter for their own. Other’s purposes didn’t concern him at the moment, more his own lurid desires that shone as he bathed the timid looking girl a smile. “Lovely...” He took a moment to wander around her - no doubt insuring that his property hadn’t been harmed in any way since he purchased it. His hand slid around her hip, down her bum, giving it a squeeze. Definitely approving. It continued over her opposite cheek then to her thigh, up her front and throat before fingers locked around her jaw, making her lift her chin. “Good, good... no bruises that I can see or whatever...” His thumb played slowly across her lips in an almost sensual way before she was released. 

“We pride ourselves on quality, sir...” the escort said. Rockford nodded. 

“All right, let’s have it.” He was presented with the contract and signed it before bidding the man adieu. As he headed off, Rockford turned to mount the steps back up to the house. “Come along then...”

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talesofcaladh‌:

   The pun, though unintentional on his part, made the other laugh. In turn, it elicited a chuckle from the selkie as well, infected by the other. 

   ❝Your own sex dungeon?❞ Now that jumped out at him right away. ❝Wow. First I have heard anyone admit to having one.❞ Though was it a surprise? Hardly not, seeing as how the man before him was more than capable in holding his own, unlike Caladh. The selkie could even admit to finding the other highly attractive, but that would solely be for himself for now. ❝But yes, in that case, you certainly do not need the Candy Shop.❞ A valid reason lay behind the lack of knowledge of the establishment after all.

   Taste. Why, everything boiled down to it. The preference of one was not the preference of the other always. ❝And you, I believe, are a man of great taste.❞ he quipped, brows playfully wagging as he took a sip of his drink. 

“I don’t know why. I wouldn’t be surprised if every mansion in Hightown has a wonderfully stocked wine cellar, and then a secret door where you pull a lever and it reveals a playroom for adults,” mused the man. “Been in a few, I can tell you they do...” he added. “Everyone is so coy, and I find coy boring as hell, myself. I’m sure a handsome young man like yourself has no problem in that department, but as you get older, you get more finicky and particular about things.” He took a sip of his drink. “Not that it doesn’t vary. I find myself having such a wide variation of desires, you’d think I was taken with a fever often,” Rockford explained, going into the ‘preference’ issue. “I can go in the morning from wanting a tiny little waif to a woman of good heft and color, to an exotic fairy type by the evening and then thrust into a rough and tumble blonde street woman by the evening. Oh no, my friend, that ‘older and wiser’ thing at times is just bull,” he promised.

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scngofthesea‌:

The sir was a prod of sorts, but only to gauge his reaction to the title as she savored the feel of it on her tongue. She nodded at his words, the thought of him still getting along with her parents putting her further at ease. The knowledge that they still spoke of her made her smile, not finding it terribly difficult to believe. “You are certainly not wrong. No matter how old I get, I think they will always view me as their little girl.” While that doting could be occasionally frustrating, she did her best to not let it annoy her on her visits with them. Cassandra noted the way his eyes moved, and while it might have been more prudent to cover up her bare flesh, she left the robe where it was, enjoying the attention from the man she had pined after for so many of her younger years. After another drink from her own glass, the woman letting herself enjoy the flavors of the fine wine, she admitted, “It is a much better experience. Often I don’t feel as though I’m actually under a contract at all. I have a say in what I perform, and I can use my own music… it’s freeing really, in a way. And not having to worry about being manhandled…” Her expression darkened a bit as she remembered some of the worst nights at her old job, but she shook it off as soon as she could and continued. “It is indeed a comfort.” The undine met Rockford’s gaze when he asked the question, shrugging her shoulders in response to the quirk of his brow. “Perhaps. But what does it matter if he doesn’t want to be closer to anyone?”

“Most parents will. I wonder what’s the proper age when you stop that and realize ‘hey that’s a grown up now?’ Probably when you start having their grandchildren...” mused Rockford with a shake of his head. He knew her parents were rather traditional in some ways, very much attuned to the social comings and goings in Hightown - much more than he was, he admitted. Many other distractions took his attention from those matters, and he was fine with it. His eyes looked back to hers as she said her contract was both good, and the apparent owner of the contract treated her well. Still, there was an undertone there which spoke of what he perceived as yearning. Something that the man could understand as well. “Perhaps he just hasn’t realized the deeper value you’re offering with this?” suggested the elder. “While certainly pleasures of the flesh are wonderful, it’s the deeper, more meaningful possibility of those feelings you’re harboring which could make him genuinely happy.”

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serefinasfate‌:

Sera snorted, amused although she knew she shouldn’t be. This was the sort of person she usually would roll her eyes at and walk away from, but the free drink kept her tethered there. “Sure, try that, or I don’t know, something a bit more subdued. But the general honesty isn’t a bad thing.” She genuinely believed that. As hard as she fought caring for people after everyone she had lost, Sera still believed in love. “Exactly. Let someone know your flaws and your…freakness, as you put it. Give them all the information so they can make the decision whether to stay or to go. Why waste your own time or theirs if you don’t have to?”

“People don’t generally want honest. They want this perfect dream with that perfect person, and it really doesn’t exist. But for those few minutes, you think that Prince, or Princess Charming and that life will work out perfectly. But yeah, let’s throw that direct thing in there and not waste time. Like now.” He took a deep swig of his drink and put the glass down on the table. Leave it to someone to ruin his mood. “Have a good night. And life.” Picking up his coat, he pulled the leather attire back on and headed for the door.

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scngofthesea‌:

“Perhaps you’ll start to think differently of me now, then, sir,” the undine practically purred as she met the man’s gaze unwaveringly, biting her lower lip. She was toeing the line, and she damned well knew it - but there was something far too intoxicating in having the man look at her the way he was; realizing she had grown into her body and knew well how to use it. Cassandra sat back after a moment and shrugged her shoulders. “They aren’t disappointed in or ashamed of me, if that’s what you’re asking, sir. But they don’t frequent the bar during the later hours of the night.” The undine’s brow furrowed as she studied the man, turning his words over in her mind before answering. She always remembered him as a kind man - but the years had taught her that appearances weren’t always to be trusted. “I wasn’t aware you visited with them frequently still,” she began slowly. Was talking to her parents about her some sort of threat? Or just idle conversation and genuine praise of her abilities? Times like this made her wish she were better at reading people, so instead of jumping to conclusions, she chose to look at it as an innocent question for now. “They know I do my job well, but I am certain it would throw them for a loop if they knew you had come to see me perform.”

Cassandra shrugged once more as she took a sip of her wine, her gaze moving around the tavern. It was well maintained and cleaner than most - even some of the ones in Hightown. “Lowtown isn’t so bad. I was… employed in an establishment in the Slums for several years. It puts things into perspective.” The slight clench of her jaw couldn’t be helped as she spoke about her past - the memory of what she had endured was still too fresh to brush off at times. Her dark eyes moved back up to Rockford’s, head tilting to the side curiously at his questioning statement regarding Owen. “He is a kind man, and as I said, he treats me well, granting me more freedom than most would. But… he is not a man who lets people close to him. So, as I said, I am unattached at the moment.”

Sir? Was that a little prod towards him? One to show her not as the pigtailed chubby girl she once was, but as a proper submissive creature? He’d of hoped she recognized that when he watched her dance, nigh-naked, that she was definitely not that girl any longer. His long legs crossed as he sat back, still holding her in his gaze. “Your parents have always spoken well of you. I’m certain that no matter what, they’d still dote on you as much as they did when you were young and at my knee,” Rockford replied, still surprisingly neutral in the middle of it all. “I do get to see them every now and then. Once every other fortnight there is still the dinner at the mayor’s house and they’re often in attendance, so naturally it’s a requirement to speak to everyone and get at least a passing moment of news from them.” He took another sip of his drink and let his eyes slide down to where the robe had fallen off one one of her slender pale shoulders. His eyes went back to his drink. “I’m sure the experiences here are much better than where you were last employed. This seems to be a rather upbeat place, and you seem to be left alone when you perform, which is rather comforting. As for this new manager person, I sense that perhaps you wouldn’t mind being closer to him?” asked Rockford, raising an eyebrow in the girl’s direction. There were layers in her words and the Councilman was nothing if not a master of the verbal arts.

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talesofcaladh‌:

   Much as he liked to be a lax man of affluence, it simply was not the case for the selkie. ❝To be fair, I have just been recently made heir to a shipping line. That is more than enough to take up my time. Learning the ropes, securing new business…❞ he explained, his voice fading out as he listed. 

  Hazel hues widened at the other man, in amused disbelief as he sat up straight. ❝You cannot sit there and tell me that you do not know of the Candy Shop!❞ It was a rather popular past time for most, and he was hard-pressed to find anyone who did not know of the place.

   Though Caladh was very much aware that his kind were beyond appealing to a vast majority, he never saw to him as the kind to actively seize his power and make use of it. ❝Yes, you would think so.❞ he chuckled, wishing that that was the case. ❝Unfortunately, it is the opposite. It is the youth, apparently. Most prefer their men ruggedly handsome, as opposed to young and beautiful.❞

“Ha ha,” chuckled Rockford. “That was funny. Learn the ropes, ships, heh...” Apparently his mood was that good that even tiny puns made him smile. He had to shake his head no, though, as to the Candy Shop Caladh referred to. “No, I think I must have been keeping to my own sex dungeon or whatever rather than going to any establishment,” admitted Rockford. “I know there are a few other Council-folk that might patronize such a place, but I’ve still be holding onto these rugged good looks enough to get my own tail, as you might say...” He took a sip of his drink, nodding along to the other’s thought. “I suppose it’s a taste thing. I find a mature visage quite appealing at the right times, while young and beautiful is rather difficult to resist also...”

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serefinasfate‌:

Her eyes narrowed slightly at his wording, but she took the question seriously. “I disagree with your definition of romance.” The admission tugged at her gut, but she hated to back down, and now that she had started to speak, she didn’t want to stop. “I don’t think it’s about hiding your undesirable traits and portraying yourself as the right person for someone else. I think it’s about getting to know all of the inner workings of someone’s mind and sitting with those flaws. Accepting them.” Grabbing up the drink the barkeeper brought, she took a long drink. “I don’t like to play games. If I want something, I want it.  Even in these walls, life is too precious to make others jump through hoops when you could just as easily tell them your intentions.”

His brow wrinkled. “So what are you supposed to say? ‘Hey I think you’re hot and really would love to fuck you in the ass while you call me ‘Daddy’ for a few hours, but stick around and let’s cuddle between times and maybe make biscuits together too because it would be extra cute to throw flour at each other in the kitchen?’” Rockford’s smirk grew on one side, smacking the bartop. “I’m totally going to do that with the next girl I want to have romance and sex with. That will certainly be the woman I’ll spend the rest of my days with. You’ve got all your freakness out there and they know you’re all for the works.” 

[thegayfleet]

Tom Ellis as Lucifer Morningstar in S04E06 “Orgy Pants To Work”

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serefinasfate‌:

Sera’s nose scrunched, causing little lines to crease in her forehead. Truth be told, she didn’t disagree with his approach. She was a rather blunt person herself, and when she wanted something, she usually went after it. Tilting her head, she let her long blonde locks fall over her shoulder as she observed the man. “How different? Are you as honest when you want romance and adventure or do you hide your intentions then?”

“Depends on the person,” he said to the blonde, seeing her harsh demeanor melt slightly. “Some want to be chased. They like the flowers and sweet words, to be wooed and seduced. I think romance is more a game of ‘making yourself as ‘right’ as possible’ for them while hiding some of your less desirable traits. Which I have many,” Rockford replied, taking another sip of his drink. “What about you? One who wants the whole sparkly show? Or prefers to get down and dirty directly?”

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serefinasfate‌:

The man beside her might have been in a good mood, but Serefina was certainly not. She knew she ought to put on a charming face for whoever this man was and let him buy her a drink without complaint, but every fiber of her being would not allow for it. “Is that how you speak to all women?” She asked, tilting her head toward the woman who had scurried off. She pushed her empty mug toward the bartender. He knew well enough what Sera liked. “Or just the ones you plan to fuck?”

His head titled towards the blonde, but the pleased look on his face remained regardless of her dour expression. “Oh no, if I wanted to fuck a woman I’d speak much dirtier to her,” replied Rockford without hesitation as he slid onto the stool beside the other. “Really, life is too short to just putter around. If you want something, say it, and go for it. Now if it’s romance and adventure that I’d want with her, that’d be a very different conversation.” He knew she was being rather sarcastic with him, but leave it to Rockford to just be factual and take it at face value - merely to aggravate her more. 

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talesofcaladh‌:

   If the other’s confidence and brazen energy was any indication, Caladh was truly in for one hell of a night. 

   Turning his chair around in a similar fashion, Caladh leaned against the bar, drink in hand as he observed the crowd before them. He did not hold the same air as the other, but it was the best he could muster. ❝Honestly? I have not been into much.❞ the selkie admitted, unafraid to get honest to a complete stranger. ❝Been here for three weeks now, but hardly any downtime in the midst of it.❞ 

   Perhaps the man was more knowledgeable and privy to these things, considering he did seem to radiate that aura. 

   Ever the blunt one, the selkie didn’t mince his words. ❝I have, however, been to the Candy Shop, if that is what you are implying. The dark and the secretive truly does something to everyone. Shows their carnal desires.❞

“Sounds like you’re in the middle of a very busy life. What exactly has been keeping your time so well occupied? Work is a never ending way of life for some - up before the sun, at the market all day in hopes of making enough coin to have a little meat in their soup rather than just cabbage and potatoes...” It was a stark glimpse of the reality of the world they lived in, and Rockford was nothing if not direct in these things. Working around a point you wanted to make was just a waste of time to him. 

“Oh my,” Rockford replied, interest peaked. “Do tell me of all your adventures in this ‘candy shop’,” he said, looking over to the dark haired youth. “I would think you’re taking hearts wherever you set foot.” 

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dianaxtroy‌:

It felt as if his hands were everywhere, leaving fire and pinpricks in the wake of their exploration. Diana whimpered as he tugged at her hair, her head falling back to encourage him to do it again. However, she certainly didn’t complain when his lips moved lower, and lower until he rested at that spots she so desperately needed.

She arched into his touch, her fingers now tugging at his dark tresses as his lips and tongue kneaded at her flesh. She had been correct in her assertion that she wouldn’t survive this night, not without combusting out of her skin. She ground into his body, small whimpers escaping her lips that she quickly muffled with a harsh bite to her bottom lip. Her husband had never liked her to make noise- it was one of his many rules. Their incursions were always businesslike, no passion, no real pleasure. But the way Rockford made her feel was beyond anything her previous partners could have accomplished. 

Diana tried desperately to keep the noises at bay, lest a servant hear her. But the councelman made her task difficult with his traveling tongue. She writhed under his attention, her thighs trembling as he bit into them. Her lips pursed tightly at the look in his eyes- that look that told her that she was simply a meal for his appetite. And when he finally had her, her eyes clenched shut, her head thrown back at the sheer pleasure that coursed through her trembling body. Her breath came in heavy pants as she tried to grip something for support- his hair, the sheets, anything she could reach. “Rockford,” she whimpered, feeling his tongue lap at her in just the right way. 

Her body felt so soft... supple... warm under him. Fingers took their sweet time in showing the woman that she was wanted and desired. His mouth suckled lightly on every inch of flesh he could attach it to, insuring even the slightest of moans before he was satisfied to move on to the next bit of her body. He knew she hadn’t been involved in something like this for some time; he planned fully to speak well of a man’s desire for her burning strong and if he was lucky, perhaps a return visit. Or five.

By the time his tongue pushed into her soft folds and she started mewing his name, he was in ecstasy as well. The scruff on his face was surely going to abuse her poor nether region, her inner thighs and sex would end up raw from all the attention he was going to be giving her. All this long before they even fucked. “Mmm!” the man moaned in reply to her cries. His hands, running along her thighs, cupped her ass and squeezed before sliding around her hips, up her body and locking onto her breasts. They kneaded her in time to his head bobbing up and down as he tongue fucked the physician. Her sweet juices ran into his mouth and Rockford drank deeply of Diana; he’d not had something quite so beautiful in some time and found himself desiring more of her pleasure, more of her enjoyment in the moment. 

Lips sucked heartily at her clit, his head pulling back like he was attempting to pull it away from her sex. Only when the flesh nub stretch and pop from his mouth did he pant slightly. His chin and cheeks were coated with Diana’s arousal and he looked at her like a fresh steak from the fireplace - very ready to be eaten. “Do you like that, darling? I’m hardly done with you. Maybe your first orgasm of the night should just be with my mouth, hmm...” His statement implied there would be many, many more to come. Strong hands manhandled her once more, bowing Diana’s legs back and knees up towards her chest, exposing her completely to the man. With that same lascivious look in his eyes, He dipped his face down again. Only this time, his tongue circled her tiny rear pucker, the scent of her sex right against his face and nose. “Ooh,” he groaned out, mouth open as his tongue pushed right into her forbidden entrance.

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She gave him a light, breathy laugh. “Did you like that then?” She asked as he kicked the door shut and set her to her feet. His praise made her bite her lip as she felt the moisture pool between her thighs. She squeezed them shut, trying to relieve herself of the ache he had left her with. She looped her arms around his neck, the kiss leaving her breathless and wanting as she arched against him. Her dress loosened around her body as he set to untying the delicate silk that held it in place. She reached up with slightly shaking hands to remove the pins from her hair, letting the her dark auburn curls tumble down her back.

Cold hair licked at her body, adding to the shivers that coursed through her. Diana raised a brow at his suggestion to leave her stockings on, but didn’t dare fight him on it. The pale lace was only for show, after all, and she was happy to let him enjoy it. When his fingers curled around her throat, his lips meeting hers, she felt her head swim with pleasure. Her fingers traveled to cup his face in her hands, pressing her body as close to him as she could as she ground into his thigh. Breathless moans escaped her body, filling the room with the sounds of their carnality. “Oh god,” She whined, her head throwing back as his lips wrapped around her nipple, sending electric coursing through her veins. She buried her fingers in his hair, encouraging his ministrations on her breasts as she locked a leg over his hip, trying to pull him closer. 

He indulged himself in her. Rockford’s fingers went into her long tresses, pulling lightly - for now - using them as a guide to move her face to meet his own, lips touching, taking her jaw, her ear, her neck. Only when he moved further down her exquisite form did he release her hair. For now.

The older man’s lips formed a tight seal around her pert nipple, sucking deeply on her tit. She wasn’t overly huge nor small - and he discovered to his delight that it was just the right size to fit the entire thing in his mouth. Which he tried. Feeling her wrap a slender leg around his body, he obliged her needs, arching his hips forward to give her something to grind against, in his case, his still clothed abs. There was a heady swim of power to have this beautiful young physician naked while he was completely clothed, taking advantage of her. For him to enjoy her as such, it seemed that she was finding pleasure in it as well. 

Slowly he continued down her body. Rockford’s tongue darted out, sliding along the crest of her ribs and followed the winsome lines of her stomach down to her hips. Each of those he nibbled on as well, teasing the sensitive spots there with tooth and tongue and kiss until he was at her center. Those pearly whites, kept shining by a composite of imported goods and oils, nipped at her inner thigh muscles, on each side, still denying her that one spot she wanted the most. Until he was ready to give it to her. With a grin of pure evil, he looked up from just beneath her pubis. “Ready for me, baby girl?” he hummed, then attached his mouth to her sex. Spread wide, his lips formed almost a seal around her swollen nether region and his tongue started to explore Diana’s soft, sweet folds, enjoying the taste of the girl.