OwO can I get uuuuh Isabela/Anders 40+52 from the nsfw prompts?
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Characters: Anders, Isabela
Tags: Pegging, Anal Sex, Spanking
The thing about Anders, in Isabela’s opinion, was that there was always something better he could be doing with that fast, clever mouth of his. Ever since she’d met the man, bright and laughing and feral in The Pearl a few weeks back, she’d been enjoying exploring all of the many ways in which he could be rendered speechless. (Or at the very least, incoherent.) This had to be one of her favourites. And it wasn’t like their neighbours on the other side of their room’s thin walls would mind. You paid extra, in The Pearl, to eavesdrop like that.
“Bel-aaaah,” Anders’ voice breaks as he says her name and Isabela fucks him, hard, grinding against the delightful little dwarven invention she currently has buried in his freckled arse. It’s a beautifully treated and varnished wooden cock, molded into a cup padded with leather over her cunt that’s ridged and carved to bump just so against her clitoris. A thick leather harness sinks into the soft flesh of her hips and thighs, well used and molded to the curves of her body.
Anders is a mess, naked and half collapsed against the bed in which they’re love making, long hands twisted in the cream sheets, hair splayed about his head like frayed gold. Isabela laughs, breathless, leaning forward to sink her hand into his sweat-damp hair and pull his head back. “What was that, kitten?”
As she asks the question she pulls back, taking a moment to catch the breath burning in her chest before fucking into him again at an angle that she knows will have him seeing stars. Whatever Anders had planned to say disappears into a high, loud, keening moan as he buries his face into the pillow in front of him. Isabela laughs, and tightens her hand in his hair, not hurting him so much as reminding him of her presence. As if he could forget it. The muscles in her arse and thighs clench as she fucks him again, feeling the force of it shiver through his long legs, watching with satisfaction as his toes curl.
She lets go of his hair to run a hand over his back, soothing him even as her palm strokes the thick hatch of scars that marr his freckled skin. Anders wouldn’t speak about his scars - wouldn’t speak about much of his past, and certainly never seriously. Isabela could understand that. But there was a part of her - too kind and long since buried for its foolishness - that wondered.
She knows she’s stopped too long in her musing when Anders turns his face on the pillow, pink and mussed, to look at her with something far too much like concern in his pretty golden Anderfel eyes. “Bela? Everything alright?”
Isabela considers it, but arousal is still pooling low in her gut, and she has a few more things she’d planned to do to the man in her bed tonight. She reaches out and, tenderly, pushes a strand of hair back from his face. “Yes, kitten. I was just distracted. You’re very pretty like this, you know.”
Something glitters in Anders’ eyes then, something playful and proud. He wiggles his hips and Isabela laughs as it jostles the dildo she has buried inside him against the lips of her vulva. The man was obsessed with cats, but Isabela was fairly certain she’d have given him the nickname anyway, with those yellow eyes and the mischief in his sharp grins.
For a moment Isabela doesn’t fuck him, just adjusts her knees on the soft feather mattress (only the best in The Pearl) and grinds lazily against the wooden cup of the dildo, running her nails lightly down his back. Anders shivers, and she reaches up to scratch his scalp, moving a little more forcefully, pressing the dildo inside of him so that he can feel the slow, rhythmic movement of her pleasure. Anders sighs, dropping his forehead to the pillow, and Isabela leans forwards, letting her bare breasts touch his back as she presses a gentle kiss to his shoulder.
Then she pulls back and begins to fuck him in earnest, petting his freckled arse before she slaps it, hard. Anders cries out and she hits him again, falling into an easy rhythm of slapping before she pounds into him until his skin is pink and then red with the force of her hand, flushing in the vague shape of handprints. Isabela can feel her own orgasm building in a hot, insistent wave in the base of her gut, and she hits him again and again until his pretty voice is whimpering for her. Then she takes his skinny hips and lifts them, pounding into them and grinding against the dildo when she’s buried to the hilt, listening as Anders’ whimpers get louder and longer, melting into long moaning cries. She shuts her eyes, and grins and works her way through her orgasm, moving when she’s so close she can taste it to slip her hand between the harness and her cunt, working at her clitoris until she’s moaning too. Beneath her Anders writhes, breathless and red with her attentions, and Isabela grinds against him as she cums.
Breathless, Isabela takes a moment, absently stroking the hot, inflamed skin of Anders’ arse before she bends to kiss the dip of his spine and starts to move, slow and gentle as she reaches for a vial on the table by the mattress, slicking her palms with oil before reaching beneath Anders’ hot, sweating body to pull gently at his cock. She murmurs gentle encouragements as she strokes him, fucking slowly into his ass, pressing her breasts against his bare back. Anders comes a few minutes later with a sigh and something like a sob that’s hidden in the thin fabric of the pillow, hips rocking into the mattress as she works him through his orgasm.
Satisfied, Isabela wipes her hands on the filthy sheets and carefully pulls out of him, dropping the dildo onto the floor to be dealt with later before she crawls up the bed and curls around Anders’ back, kissing his hair. “You did very well kitten.” She lifts her thigh over his hips, pulling him close and pressing another kiss to his head, and Anders sighs and makes a soft, happy sort of noise. In Isabela’s experience, it’s the closest to coherence he’ll be tilll morning.
She grins, and kisses him again. And if her arms wrap around him a little too tightly? A little too protective? Well. There was no one to see her and her moment of sympathy for this strange, laughing, runaway mage, who hid his scars so poorly behind a smile that didn’t reach his eyes.
