Going back to the UK was somewhat... harrowing for Kit. He’d never looked back since his family was killed, staying firmly on the other side of the Atlantic. But he owed Mei Cai a big favor, and this favor meant going to Scotland.
“Why a pint of each-uisge blood?” He’d asked. “What the hell are you going to do with that? You’ve got someone who needs a transfusion or something? Some gourmet vampire?” Mei Cai’s expression had been unreadable through her plague doctor’s mask.
“It is a personal favor to you that I am not involving you with the specifics,” she said, “And you owe me. You’d be dead nine times over without me.”
“I’ll be dead once over if I get eaten by a waterhorse! Once is fucking enough!”
“The blood doesn’t need to be fresh; frozen for a year or so will work. I have a pair of contacts, both witches. One is likely to have the blood in storage, the other will send it to me directly once you give it to them.”
“Then why can’t they just make the transaction without me?” Kit did not tell her it was going back to Britain that scared him more than any monster.
“They hate each other. Scottish witches hold grudges like nobody else. I need a middleman, preferably one with a modicum of charm. That’s always been your specialty, Kiki.”
He’d grumbled at the nickname, but eventually relented. He did owe Mei Cai, and he couldn’t contest the form of recompense she demanded.
Things had gone off without a hitch. He’d charmed the pants off both witches (literally, for one of them; she was unexpectedly hot) and had fully intended to get the hell off the island and back to North America. What he hadn’t counted on was a strange, almost painful nostalgia.
Kit had grown up in the north of England, but Scotland wasn’t unknown to him. The family had traveled with width and breadth of the isle on various vacations, after all. He remembered visits to Scotland. He remembered his father mentioning that supposedly there were foxkin in Scotland-- Clan MacLowrence, or something like that. They’d never gone seeking them-- Kit’s father had explained that most European foxkin stayed hidden whenever they could, trying to avoid their old enemies, the werewolves. He’d suggested maybe someday they could try looking when Kit and his siblings were all grown up.
Kit had been the only one left alive to grow up, in the end.
Kit still doesn’t intend to stay long, but he remembers play-searching for the MacLowrence with his brother and sister. They’d crawl into brambles looking for secret paths, climb up heather-covered hills trying to get a better view. They tried knocking on trees and speaking to stones, trying to find a hidden door. They never expected anything to come of it; it was just for fun. It was some of the most fun Kit ever had.
He misses it.
So Kit finds himself wandering. With his pack of trinkets and supplies, he feels well-prepared. He walks the wild, windswept places, as well as the outskits of human cities. Now and then, he’ll find someone interested in buying a talisman. Otherwise, he lives contently by petty theft. But always he is wary. His senses, always inhumanly sharp, are even keener with an understated paranoia. He lost his family in Britain; he won’t lose his life here.
And so when he hears the sudden snapping of a branch while wandering in the shadow of a pine grove, his knife is in his hand before he even realizes what it is he was reacting to.
“Hello, tovarisch,” He says with a calmness he does not feel, “Am thinking we should see each others’ faces, da?”
“Scotland? Huh.” He’d never heard of it before—but, then again, he’d never gone through that particular portal in his oasis before, so that wasn’t exactly a surprise. Good to know the name of this realm right off the bat, at least.
An idle hand dragged through his hair, brushing back the damp curls that clung to his forehead as he glanced over the lake he’d tumbled out of. A chuckle escaped him at the other’s question, and he shrugged. “Lost? Nah. There’s no such thing as being lost when you don’t know where you’re going.”
Now that Asra was looking at him closely, there was something about this stranger. He couldn’t quite place it, but something tingled at the edge of his aura, his magical senses detecting something...odd. Not hostile, per se, just...off. A fox-like tilt of his head accompanied a curious spark in violet eyes. “If you’re a native of this realm, I don’t suppose you could give me directions?”
Dis was visiting with Carney at the local Celtic Pub, a place that had become a frequent hang out spot for the two of them over the past few months ever since they first happened to run into each other there. It was a place to get away from work, personal problems, or any sign of the Fae. The traditional music and relaxed atmosphere made it easy to eat, drink, and be merry, though she tended to do more of the first and he more of the second. Luckily they both tended to share equally in the third.
Tonight was no exception. With Carney having downed four shots and her nearly as many baskets of fries to go along with her one pint of hard cider, she was feeling full and pleasantly buzzed.
They’d had to move away from the bar as the late-night crowd had taken over, leaving them nursing their drinks near one of the back tables. Now he was watching her with a lazy grin as she danced along to the music flowing through the overhead speakers, singing along to the chorus.
“Has anyone e’er told yeh yeh dance like a pixie glidin’ ‘cross rosebuds?” His words came out slightly slurred, his latest drink already down to its last dregs.
“Only when they were trying to sweet-talk me,” She giggled, noting the way his accent seemed to grow stronger the closer he got to being drunk.
“An’ is it workin’?” The way he said it was as flirtatious as ever, though for a second she thought she caught a hint of something more serious beneath his lighthearted tone.
“Maaaaybe...” She replied, twirling a little closer and nearly tripping over his outstretched legs in the process. A firm hand on her waist helped to steady her, though she still ended up half straddling his lap regardless.
“Careful, pretty thing.” What she’d thought was only a hint of seriousness earlier was now entirely overwhelming as he ran his fingers through her soft hair, their faces only a few inches apart. “Yeh might seduce a man, fallin’ on top o’ ‘im like that.”
She swallowed thickly, taking a deep breath to try and cool the sudden flush across her cheeks. “And... is it working?”
“Maybe... Yeh wanna get out o’ here?” He asked, the heat in his eyes as he gazed down at her making it clear what he wanted.
Too embarrassed to speak, she nodded shyly, letting him lay his hand low against her hip to guild her over to the door and grab their jackets.
Carney didn’t bother to put his on, though Dis wrapped hers around her shoulders and shivered fiercely at the sudden chill, hoping the leather would warm up soon.
“So, um, should we go back to your place, or-?” Her question was cut off as he yanked her into the mouth of a nearby ally, pressing her back up against the rough bricks and bringing his lips crashing down against hers.
It wasn’t soft or sweet, but deep and smoky like the scotch leftover on his breath. She’d expected his kisses to be cold, the same icy temperature as everything else about him, but instead, it was the kind of firey hot that made her lips tingle as if they were burning. When she gasped at the unexpected sensation, he slipped his tongue inside, ravaging her mouth as his hands moved to strip her out of her jacket. It wasn’t long before he had the thing crumpled at their feet on the ally floor, hips grinding up against hers as she struggled to breathe.
“No way I can wait long enough fer that, lass.” He mumbled when he finally pulled away from her lips. Already he was making short work of the buttons at the back of her shirt, popping them off one after the other in quick succession. “Asides, we got a perfectly good place right here, mm?”
“Here? How... how is this...?” Her heart hammered as she blinked up at him, her mind foggy from the kiss. There wasn’t any time for it to clear before she found herself flipped around, now facing the wall as Carney’s arms wound around her waist. “Wha- what are you...?”
“Such an innocent young maiden!” He chuckled, pressing a kiss to the pulse point of her neck as his fingers wandered up to brush against the underside of her breast. “But, if ye really don’t get what’s happenin’ yet, we can always stop it here?”
Even though he phrased it like a question, she knew that wasn’t what it was. There was no doubt in her mind what was going on, from the moment she’d said yes in the bar. This was him giving her an out, a chance to change her mind or pretend she’d thought this was something else and go home. No need to hand over her precious first time to him in some dingy, narrow alleyway off the side of a busy street.
She could easily do it. Say she wasn’t ready, that she’d misunderstood, and have him walk her back to her apartment. But the idea of stopping here, pretending this all-consuming spark between them wasn’t really happening... it was like an iron fist seizing her heart and squeezing until it was about to burst.
Dis shook her head, trembling as she stood on tiptoe to shift her hips back against his. “Please, Carney... make... make me feel good...”
Those seemed to be the only words he needed before he was kissing her again, a hand slipping beneath her skirt to squeeze her thigh and rub swirling circles along the inside of her leg. He started grinding harder, hard enough for her to notice the shape of something long and thick pressing into her ass. The feeling of it caused new heat to rush to her face while at the same time sending an altogether different feeling coursing through the rest of her body.
“Heh, no more holdin’ back fer me then, pretty thing!” He told her, dragging his lips down her jaw. His free hand moved up to yank her top down past her tits, then made use of his sharp claws to rip right through her bra and expose their perfect shape and pretty pink nipples to the cold night air.
“Ahh!? C-carney, you can’t! Someone, someone might see!” She cried out desperately, tilting her head back to look up at him with a helpless, pleading expression.
“That so? Then, I guess I’ll jus’ have t’ cover ‘em back up then~” He laughed, both hands now covering her breasts as he groped her vigorously. Immediately she began to cry out, having to bite down on her lip to keep the sounds to a soft whimpering.
“Don’tcha just make the cutest little sounds~” His voice was a purr against the base of her throat, the vibrations of it sending shivers across her skin that had nothing to do with the cold. “Makes me want t’ tease ye even more...”
She felt a delicate pinch against her nipples, a soft tugging that pulled a moan from deep in her throat and caused her to arch her back as she pressed herself further into his touch.
“Ooooo, so yer boobs really are a sensitive spot! I knew we could have some fun with these lovely things...” He twirled their peaks, earning himself another moan as he leaned her forward to bounce the heavy weight of them up and down in his palms.
“Ahhnnn...! Not there~” Her voice came out so sweet, almost as sweet as the sensation that seemed to flow from her breasts down through her body to that special place along her slit, making it slick and wet. Despite her words, she was squirming eagerly in his grasp, massaging her tits into his hands.
“Are ye really sayin’ ye want me t’ stop?” He laughed, pinching harder and biting down on her neck. “Ohhh, or are ye tellin’ me there’s somewhere else needs my attention?”
As he spoke, one of his hands slipped back beneath her skirt, rubbing the area between her legs. Even through her fishnet tights and silk panties, she could feel his fingers working her, two of them pressing at her entrance while his thumb rubbed against her clit. “Already wet? Ye naughty thing, ye were waitin’ fer this, weren’tcha!”
She whined in response, rocking her hips as his teasing brought a whole new flood of juices to soak through her underwear. Her already flushed face felt as if it were on fire from her embarrassment, yet she couldn’t help herself. It was like the emotion itself was spurring her on, making her keenly aware of her shamefully half-dressed state, the rough way he was manhandling her, and her own lewd reactions to it.
All right in a place where someone might duck in and spot them at any moment.
“Look at that, ye can’t even deny it! Yer body’s so honest, I should give it a reward~” His claws began to tear through her stockings, shifting her panties to the side until the next thing she knew a single sharp point was grazing ever so lightly over the hardened nub of her clitoris.
“Ahh!? Wait! Wait, that’s too-!” Her screams broke down into a loud moan, the direct stimulation turning her legs to jelly. She had to brace herself against the wall, her arms and Carney’s hands on her the only things keeping her upright.
“Too much? Mmm, but I can’t help myself when your reactions are this adorable...” His voice was deep with lust as he laid kisses on her ear, nipping at her earlobe. “Sing more o’ that sweet song fer me, won’t you?”
“But... pe..o...ple..... gonna... hear.....” It was all she could do to gasp the words out between more moans. Her eyes wandered over to the main street just a few feet away, her stomach tightening as some college kid with loud rap music blasting out of his headphones walked by.
“Don’t worry about them...” The words came along with the sound of a zipper being undone, and suddenly something impossibly hot was throbbing between her thighs as he ripped off her undies.
“Or maybe judging by this, the idea of gettin’ caught is turnin’ ye on?” A low laugh as he jerked his hard member up towards her now totally naked pussy, using the shape of his rod to spread her lips and make it easier to rub back and forth. It glided along without resistance, eliciting wet, sloppy sounds that made her ears turn bright red. “I’d enjoy th’ chance t’ show ye off~”
“Th-that’s... that’s not....!” She tried to protest, but his sharp claw rubbing gently at the very root of her clit had her crying out as her body nearly spasmed from the pleasure. The tip of something stiff was poking at her hole as well, the unfamiliar sensation causing her to clench up with uncertainty.
“Ah, there’s a million more things I want t’ do wit’ ye, but, iffin’ yer this eager...” His hands placed themselves on her hips, pressing firmly to either side in order to hold her steady. “Ye better be prepared...”
“Pre...pare.....?” It was the only thing she had time to say before he thrust himself inside, stealing away her breath and bringing about a searing pain that would have made her scream if she’d been able to.
For a few seconds, the pain was all she could feel, bringing tears to her eyes and causing her mind to go blank. Then he was pulling back, the sensation of kisses along her shoulders making it through before another wave of pain took over as he pressed in again.
“Oh, Dis...!” The rare use of her name sent a shockwave through her, though maybe that was just his hips slamming back into hers. “I knew ye were beggin’ t’ have it, but I dinnae think ye’d be so tight already...! Ye like bein’ ravished that much?”
With each new thrust it hurt a little less, yet still she couldn’t speak. Her feet weren’t even touching the ground anymore, Carney having lifted her hips so high not even the tips of her toes could reach it.
Probably a good thing seeing as how she could no longer feel her legs.
“No answer?” His dick scraped against a certain spot deep inside her, this time sending a ripple of sweet pleasure coursing through her mind along with the pain. “Ah, it already feels so good ye cannae even speak, huh...”
She opened her mouth, but no sound came out beside her ragged breathing. New sensations were starting to come to her, like the fresh hickies littered across her skin and the aching stiffness of her nipples and clit. She could even feel the pulse of her new lover’s heartbeat pounding through the veins in his thick cock as it buried itself in her pussy.
“Gods ye taste good!” He moaned into her ear, his hips bucking wildly in a way that made her whole body shake from the force, her hair falling into her eyes and her tits swinging back and forth so much she had to lock her elbows to keep them from scraping up against the rough brick of the ally wall. “I could just gobble ye right up~”
She felt his teeth sink into her ear, his hot tongue coming out to trace along the ridges. A tear ran down her cheek, and then another when she gulped down the breath to let out the tiniest of whimpers.
“Oooo, did I find another precious spot to tease~?” He asked as she clamped down on him even tighter. He bit a little harder, and his tongue did another pass over the particular spot that was making her shudder.
“Nnn... ahhhhh....!” She did her best to blink away the rest of her tears as more and more of her pain gave over to pleasure. It was hard to tell if the pain really was receding, or if the way he was toying with her body simply felt so Gods-damn good she’d started to forget about everything else.
“How lovely~ ye’re already shiverin’ like a blushin’ bride on her marriage bed,” He said, angling himself to grind near-relentlessly against that one special place inside her that made spots of light dance across of her vision.
Dis eked out a moan, breathless and shaking. She could feel something building up from deep within, something powerful that grew stronger with every whispered word, every penetrating thrust, every rough bite. Growing until the feeling of her own body was too much, with each and every sensitive spot primed to the point that it ached with sweet bliss.
“Car..... ney.......” She managed to call out, her voice soft and full of longing.
“Fuck!” The simple act of saying his name seemed to have an immediate effect, his grip on her growing tighter and the thrusting of his hips reaching fever pitch. “Oh darling, it should be a crime, th’ way ye’re callin’ fer me in that sweet voice! Gimme more~”
“Carney... Car..ney.....!” While he raged inside of her, white light began to fill her head, the rush of ecstasy that had been filling her starting to spill over. Soon she was a moaning, shuddering mess, no longer just vulnerable and exposed but completely at his mercy and loving every second of it.
“Mmm, Dis~” He was kissing along her neck, leaving rich red marks for his tongue to flicker over and tease. “Cute, so cute! Keep bein’ this adorable an’ ye’ll make me cum~”
She kept endlessly calling out his name as her body broke down against the onslaught of pleasure, her pussy tightening like a vice as the strange new feeling overwhelmed her.
“Fuck! Dis...!” Just as he promised, his dick swelled to bursting as an eruption of something thick and sticky shot into the deepest part of her. That alone was enough to push her over the edge yet again, a white-hot mess flooding her mind just as surely as the white-hot mess inside him flooded her body. She could feel herself filling up, her insides spasming over and over again as they overflowed until the force of their lovemaking left her slumped against the wall, panting and struggling to stay conscious as her hips finally gave out.
Then, with one last shaky breath, her eyes rolled up into the back of her head and she slid to the ground, twitching and shaking as the last few droplets of lust dripped down onto her from above.
Carney POV
Carney stepped out into the night with Dis, flushed from the alcohol that still had him feeling pleasantly fuzzy. Leaning on her to avoid stumbling as they walked, he kept his eyes peeled for a suitable place to have their little quickie. It was surprising enough she’d said yes in the first place that he couldn’t pass the chance up, but he didn’t want to risk running into the roommate over at her place or bother trying to get a hotel room, and taking her back to his sanctuary was definitely out of the question.
After a bit, he spotted an alley off the main drag, lit up enough to see into while offering a smidge more privacy than just doing it out on the street.
“So, um, should we go back to your place, or-?” Dis started to ask, though he didn’t let her finish.
Pulling her roughly inside and pinning her against the wall, he cut off her question with a bite of a kiss that left her breathless, clinging to his chest as he pressed himself into her warm, soft body. When he eventually broke the kiss, the beautiful green eyes gazing up at him, moon-eyed and hazy from the intensity of their little makeout session, sparked a dark and hungry need in the pit of his stomach.
“No way I can wait long enough fer that, lass.” He told her as he eagerly sliced off the buttons on the back of her shirt, letting them litter the ground where her jacket was already piled in a heap. “Asides, we got a perfectly good place right here, mm?”
“Here? How... how is this...?” Her flushed face disappeared from sight as he spun her around, wrapping her petite little form up in his arms. “Wha- what are you...?”
“Such an innocent young maiden!” He teased, delighting in the heartbeat that fluttered against his lips when he kissed her neck. His fingers traced the shape of her underboob, itching to feel her up but hesitant to scare her off by going too fast. “But, if ye really don’t get what’s happenin’ yet, we can always stop it here?”
He was giving her the chance to stop everything now and walk away. To run, if that’s what she wanted. And she should. From everything he knew about her, she was too pure to be doing something like this with a mess like him. But she’d gotten this far without complaining, so unless she really was about to run away screaming... Well, he certainly wouldn’t mind being proven wrong.
To his immense surprise, he felt her response against his hips as she offered herself up to him, her shy, embarrassed voice whispering a deliciously lewd request. “Please, Carney... make... make me feel good...”
Cute. So cute. How was she this cute? That alone was enough to get him hard, not that he hadn’t been halfway there already. Immediately his hand snaked its way under her skirt to massage her pillowy thighs, his lips falling to capture hers once more. Grinning like mad, he rubbed himself against the curve of her ass, enjoying the feeling of it almost as much as he was enjoying the way she gasped and trembled.
“Heh, no more holdin’ back fer me then, pretty thing!” He said gleefully, ripping away her top and bra to let her gorgeous breasts fall free, her fair, delicate skin illuminated beneath the lamps overhead. With their amazing size and volume, they made the perfect compliment to her slight frame.
“Ahh!? C-carney, you can’t! Someone, someone might see!” The face that she showed him, so red and hopelessly mortified, gave him the strange urge to bully her so he could see more of it.
“That so? Then, I guess I’ll jus’ have t’ cover ‘em back up then~” He cackled, ‘protecting’ them from sight in the most indecent way possible. Had he actually been trying, his hands would have been barely enough to hide them. As it was they spilled out of his palms, giving him a wonderful view as he looked down from above. He could see the way his fingers sank into them, her hardened nipples poking through the gaps like little pink cherries, all of it topped off by her flustered expression and adorable little whimpers.
“Don’tcha just make the cutest little sounds~” He purred against her skin, eyes lighting up at the way she reacted to the simple act. “Makes me want t’ tease ye even more...”
Following his instincts, he took hold of her nipples between his fingers and pulled, pinching down on them as he did so. The rewarding moan that came from Dis’ mouth only confirmed his suspicions.
“Ooooo, so yer boobs really are a sensitive spot! I knew we could have some fun with these lovely things...” Doubling down on his teasing, he pulled another moan from her lips, louder this time and even more delightful when paired with the fantastic weight of her breasts jiggling against his palms.
“Ahhhnn...! Not there~” Her honeyed voice rang out in protest, but the way she sought out his hands for more made it clear how much she was enjoying it. The intoxicating scent that wafted up from beneath her skirt also spoke volumes, tickling his nose and enticing him in.
“Are ye really sayin’ ye want me t’ stop?” He asked, adding more pressure to her nipples and pressing his sharp teeth down on her neck as she squirmed. “Ohhh, or are ye tellin’ me there’s somewhere else needs my attention?”
Grinning wickedly, he stuck his hand back under her skirt, sliding his hand between her legs and curling his fingers up against the center of her panties right into the soft spot below her pubic bone. While he explored the damp silk clinging there, his thumb moved to flick over her clit, stimulating her further. “Already wet? Ye naughty thing, ye were waitin’ fer this, weren’tcha!”
The response was immediate, his digits becoming slick from the sweet juices suddenly pouring from her pussy as she moved her hips in time with his fingering. He could feel the heat coming off her face, hear the pathetic way she whined, desperately horny and quickly losing control.
He almost couldn’t believe the girl he’d once thought so pure was getting off from being molested like this in a dirty alley behind their favorite bar.
“Look at that, ye can’t even deny it! Yer body’s so honest, I should give it a reward~” Emboldened by her reactions, he made a couple of large holes in her fishnets running all the way from the back before shoving her underwear aside to get at her clit. Careful not to scratch too hard, he used the tip of his nail to drag directly over the stiff little bean.
“Ahh!? Wait! Wait, that’s too-!” The way she moaned at the top of her lungs sent shivers down his spine, his arms holding her tighter as she nearly collapsed from his extreme teasing.
“Too much? Mmm, but I can’t stop myself when yer reactions are this adorable...” He could feel his desire growing stronger as she squirmed in his grasp, lust tinging his voice as he whispered in her ear. “Sing more o’ that sweet song fer me, won’t you?”
“But... pe..o...ple..... gonna... hear.....” Her words were slurred between more moans, music to his ears as he continued to fondle and kiss her.
“Don’t worry about them...” He muttered, dismissing her concerns as he tore her panties to shreds, whipping out his dick and sandwiching it between her thighs.
“Or maybe judging by this, the idea of gettin’ caught is turnin’ ye on?” He jammed his throbbing erection up against her slit, loving the sloppy kiss of her lips against the shaft. They spread easily, practically drooling as he slid back and forth along their length. “I’d enjoy th’ chance t’ show ye off~”
“That’s... not....!” She didn’t get to finish whatever she was about to say, his claw finding the perfect spot to send her into the throws of ecstasy as he greedily probed the entrance to her hole.
“Ah, there’s a million more things I want t’ do wit’ ye, but, iffin’ yer this eager...” He gripped her hips firmly, lifting them up to try and line himself up properly before digging in. “Ye better be prepared...”
“Pre...pare.....?”
He paid no attention to her question, plunging his cock inside her all the way to the base. There was a moment of resistance as he entered, a strange little hitch right at the start that lasted a mere second or two before it was gone, completely forgotten as he slid perfectly into place. Laying kisses across her shoulders, he slowly pulled back, savoring each inch of her before slamming himself back in again, and again, and again.
“Oh, Dis...!” Even through the haze of the alcohol, he could feel the amazing pressure of her pussy, the way she sucked him in and held him tight as if unwilling to ever let him go. “I knew ye were beggin’ t’ have it, but I dinnae think ye’d be so tight already...! Ye like bein’ ravished that much?”
Not a peep, but he kept going anyway, exploring all the way to the deepest parts of her warm, wet hole. She fit him like a glove, literally gushing over him with each and every thrust he made. He didn’t even mind that he had to use both hands to hold her up, the rich rewards of her tight cunt more than enough to keep him occupied.
“No answer?” He chuckled as he buried his nose and lips in her hair, breathing in her familiar scent as he ground his hips to rub his tip across her g-spot and make her gasp. “Ah, it already feel so good ye cannae even speak, huh...”
He could feel the way she was twitching and coiling around him, sucking on his cock with her sopping pussy. Her tiny, doll-like body almost seemed to be made for this, with how easily he could bounce her hips up and down along the length of his shaft, and the way her skin blossomed with the delicate bruises left behind by his lips and teeth. Getting to watch her huge tit bouncing with each thrust and feel the soft smack of her ass against his hips only offered further proof of how her perfect assets suited such lewd acts.
“Gods ye taste good!” He moaned, already losing himself in the delicious feeling of their sex. It was impossible to hold back the jerking of his hips, their fast-passed rhythm causing her to shake like a leaf. “I could just gobble ye right up~”
Her ran his tongue and teeth across the edge of her ear, biting down and finally earning a better sound from her than just her panting as she let out the softest whimper.
“Oooo, did I find another precious spot to tease~?” He asked as she tightened up on his rod, the tip of his tongue moving to wiggle the little ridge at the top of her ear that had seemed to set her off.
“Nnn... ahhhhh....!” She shivered and moaned in response, more than enough confirmation that he had indeed found another weak spot to exploit, one that he didn’t even need the use of his hands to take advantage of.
“How lovely~ ye’re already shiverin’ like a blushin’ bride on her marriage bed,” He cooed, an image of her sprawled across his bed wearing nothing but silk ribbons and a long lace veil flashing through his mind. The very thought of it made his cock swell and he shifted his hips to grind him cock mercilessly against her g-spot, eliciting more of her breathless moans.
“Car..... ney.......” The longing, achingly affectionate voice spilled out of her, soft enough that he probably would have missed it if he hadn’t been listening for more of her cute sounds.
“Fuck!” The thrill of his name coming so tenderly from her lips drove straight to his core, causing him to thrust into her like crazy, faster than ever before. “Oh darling, it should be a crime, th’ way ye’re callin’ fer me in that sweet voice! Gimme more~”
“Carney... Car..ney.....!” She called out to him, any last shred of composure she might have had disappearing entirely as he ravaged her. Practically putty in his hands, her indecent cries and the way she couldn’t stop shivering made it obvious she was seconds away from unraveling entirely.
“Mmm, Dis~” His lips sucked vigorously on all the sensitive little spots along her neck, marking her with his teeth and teasing her with his tongue. “Cute, so cute! Keep bein’ this adorable an’ ye’ll make me cum~”
She came violently, screaming his name yet again as she squeezed down on him. Impossibly tight, her insides twitched like mad as if trying to wring out his cock as it continued to pound her sweet little pussy.
“Fuck! Dis...!” The force of her cumming was enough to make him explode, white-hot sperm rocketing out from the tip. He leaned back, letting it all pour out as he rocked her cunt with a few final, vicious thrusts that set her off all over again. Soon she overflowed with his seed, so full of the stuff it was leaking out to smear across the lips of her pussy.
“Fer such an ‘innocent’ wee lass ye sure do know how t’ make a man feel good...” He laughed, panting as he pulled his dick out to paint the last couple of spurts across her ass and the back of her dark skirt, the contrast of white against black leaving behind clear evidence of his handiwork. He finally let go of her hips, watching as she slid down to the ground, her lower body utterly useless after all that fucking.
Before he could spend too much time admiring the view, the sharp, sobering scent of blood made its way to his nose. Brow furrowing, he bent down, taking a closer look to make sure she really was just exhausted from the sex and not, you know... actually hurt.
He noted the scratches on her palms, wincing slightly as he thought about the rough bricks she’d been leaning against. It seemed like the only injury at least.
That was until he caught a glimpse the cum oozing out from her still-twitching pussy to pool between her legs, the nearby lights showing strange swirls of red that slowly bled into pink as they mixed with the white.
Things slowly clicked into place in his head, his eyes widening as he scrambled to scoop Dis up off the floor and cradle her gently in his arms as he turned her face towards his. “Dis! Dis wake up!”
Her eyes fluttered open, the sight of her unfocused gaze and tearstained face making his heart clench as she gave him a shy, innocent smile. “Hey there...”
“Hey, yerself.” He swallowed back the shakiness in his voice, his grip on her tightening. “I’ve got a little question fer ye... is it uh, normal fer a lass like yerself t’ suddenly start bleeding from her crotch after a bit o’ rough sex? ‘Cause I don’t remember that ever bein’ a thing!”
She laughed softly, shaking her head. “Of course you’ll get some bleeding if you’re that harsh with a girl during her first time. Didn’t you feel the way you tore me up when you suddenly shoved it inside?”
‘First time’? Oh Gods, wasn’t the first time having sex supposed to be really special to humans? Especially their women?
Stupid, stupid! Of course, it was! He’d thought there was no way she hadn’t done anything before since she’d agreed to let him bang her so easily, but he should have realized. Dis, not a virgin? She practically screamed it! But he’d taken her out into some skeezy, exposed alleyway and-
A huge, heavy lump of guilt settled into the pit of his stomach as he thought about all of the things he’d done: ripping off her clothes, laughing at her shy reactions, getting off on her humiliation and, worst of all, ignoring her warnings he was going too far in favor of his own pleasure as he treated her so roughly she’d cried from the pain.
“Dis... how? Why? Why would ye waste sumthin’ like that on a git like me?” His voice wavered as he spoke, not bothering to choke back the tears now streaming down his face.
“Silly...” She said, reaching up to rest a bloodied hand on his cheek as she brushed the most tender of kisses against his lips. “Because I love you, that’s why.”
“Ye- ye what?” He asked, those three little words more of a shock to his system than finding out he’d accidentally taken her virginity.
“Don’t act so surprised! You should know by now I’m not someone who can do such indecent things with anyone unless I’m wholeheartedly in love.” If he had been doubting it at all, the way that she looked up at him all sweet and affectionate would have definitely set him straight.
“So... so you don’t hate me for ruining yer first time?” He stared down at her in genuine amazement, as if truly seeing her for the first time ever.
“What are you talking about? Just because it hurt a little bit doesn’t mean I didn’t enjoy it...” She flushed, shyly lowering her lashes as a shiver ran through her body. “The way you held me close and took charge, all those little kisses on my skin... Every time you teased me I thought I was going to die from how good it felt...!”
“Damn...” He said, licking his lips as his eyes rolled over her, taking in her intimate expression and all the naughty parts of her anatomy that were primed and ready, still sitting right in plain view. “Then, uh, I guess ye wouldn’t mind if I maybe... did it all again?”
“Ah? Well, I suppose...” She peeked up at him, those lovely apple-green eyes of hers lingering on the frame of his face. “But, I have a condition...”
“Anythin’.” He said, eager to make up for last time. “Just name it, lovely, and it’s yers.”
“I want you to do it from the front this time. So we can see each other’s faces, and so- and so if I get a little overwhelmed at all, you can kiss me, just like this...” She closed her eyes, wrapping her arms around his neck and pulling him down into a long, soft kiss that nearly took his breath away.
“Already done.” He whispered, his voice husky once she finally released him from the kiss. Pulling her body closer and spreading her legs, her slowly pushed himself back inside, this time being careful to be extra gentle anytime he met with a bit of resistance. Still unable to believe his impossible luck, he returned her kiss as he whispered against her sweet lips. Smiling despite the traces of guilt swirling around in his stomach.“I promise, Aingeal, I’m goin’ t’ make every little bit o’ this special fer ye. Even if it takes me a million tries to get it right.”
* well, i dunno if fun is the right word for it, but....
sans’ own grin widens, as the other gives him the opportunity to try and answer his own questions, but he’s thrown off by the sudden puns. quiet snorts of amusement turn into full belly laughter as his eye-lights flare with interest.
* heehee, you think you’re pretty humerus, huh?
* those puns are bad to the bone.
* but tibia honest, i dunno that i’ve seen anything like you.
* you look human but your soul isn’t...
* i can only assume you’ve got some kinda magic yourself, given how you just showed up here.
* am i on the right track?
@carney-fir-darrig wrote a lovely little bit of lemony-lime goodness for me after this post so of course, I had to return the favor! : D
“Carrrney...!”
Her voice fell apart as she called his name, fingertips scrambling for some sort of purchase at the front of his clothing as her back arched from the pleasure. The gentle nipping of his sharp teeth along her collarbone made her squirm more, the sound of his laughter heightening the experience.
His fingers moved so slow, letting her feel every little thing he did as if it were the only thing happening in the entire universe. An infinity of the barest touches, inching her closer and closer to her goal before stalling right at the finish line.
How long had he been torturing her like this, bringing her right up to the edge only to stop at the last possible moment? Hours, or days, or weeks... she couldn’t tell, except to know that by now she’d probably gone mad several times over.
“Please- Carney...! Oh my Gods-”
She wasn’t even sure how she’d managed to get the words out, her mouth wanting to move only in sweet, soft moans.
At least this time she could actually make sounds.
Her mind flashed back to the first time they’d made love, how his forcefulness had stolen her ability to speak for a solid few minutes while he plowed her like a freshly cut field. The very memory of it was enough to make her beet red from head to toe, body shuddering with a mixture of shame and delight.
It was hard for her to stay within the memory for long, another soft nudge from his thumb bringing her back to reality. Her hips jumped, the most desperate of whimpers coming from her lips as he once again stopped just as it was getting good.
He wouldn’t let her finish, no matter what she said. She’d whined, called him mean and a bully and cruel -- all while not meaning a single word. She adored being at his mercy. The way he pressed her down beneath his body and silently commanded her to do his bidding had been nearly enough to get her all the way there couple of times... Though of course, he’d always managed to distract her with something else at the last second.
A string of strange, powerful words hypnotized her as his lips played havoc with her exposed, sensitive skin. To be the only one naked, laid bare with absolutely nowhere to hide as he hovered above drinking her in... She was certain that if it had been possible to die of embarrassment she would have the moment he’d tossed aside her last shred of clothing.
But as it was she could only shiver, her rock hard nipples growing almost painfully so as he watched her tits bounce, his perverted gaze setting her skin on fire.
‘Keep looking at me.’ She thought, arching her back further to try and give him a better view. ‘Never stop. Let me show you everything, every last bit, so you can see how all of me has been devoted to you. See how you’ve already made me yours.’
He sped up, his laughter echoing in her ears as his expert caressing put her within milliseconds of coming before he came to a screeching halt yet again. She groaned in frustration, feeling as if she might burst into tears at this latest denial.
“Carney...” Her terrible, desperate need for him leaked into her voice as she said his name, desire hanging off of every last syllable. Her teeth scraped over her lower lip, trying and failing to hold her whimpers back as she rocked her hips against his curling fingers, doing her best to press them against those sensitive spots that would finally free her from the sweet agony he’d been subjecting her to all this time.
“Enough, love?” A question he surely knew the answer to, but still wouldn’t act on the knowledge without her telling him. Like he wanted to hear it from her, see the way her face flushed as she gave the softest of nods and how her eyes, too shy to look directly at him, moved down towards his tunic as she tugged at the stubborn fabric.
Her hands slid across his chest as he positioned himself comfortably between her legs. The hand that tucked her hair back out of her face was slow and careful, even as she squirmed impatiently and urged him on with her hips.
Her pulse quickened as his tip rubbed at her entrance, producing a wet kissing sound as it prodded and poked. She squeezed her eyes shut, mouth opening and closing in little gasps. The soft kiss at the corner of her mouth only made things worse, causing her short nails to rake down his back as she clung to him.
Then he started actually pushing himself inside, and she nearly lost it altogether.
He went slowly, dangerously so, his pulsing thickness spreading her open as she coiled around him. Despite having only held him once before, she took him easily, her flowing juices and his careful handling of her allowing him to slide right in. Even as his fingers toyed with her overly sensitive nipples, the resulting tightness down below yielded to his cock at the slightest push, so eager to welcome him inside.
“Yer so beautiful-” His voice was rough and heavy with desire, the sound of it sending shivers down her spine. She twitched and panted despite his lack of movement, legs wrapping around his waist and squeezing tight. Just feeling the shape of him, from the wide, thick trunk of his base curving up to the large mushroom cap of his head that pressed right up against the entrance to her womb, was enough to make her feel lightheaded. And when he ground against her deepest part, stirring up her insides so casually...
She moaned pathetically, lifting up a hand to hide her face, certain her expression had become an embarrassing mess in her newfound ecstasy and joy.
“Now, dontcha go hidin’ from me, Dis..” Carney scolded her, taking her wrist in his firm yet gentle grasp and pulling her arm away to reveal her blushing face. His lips pressed against her palm, sensual kisses tracing the blue veins that ran there all the way down her wrist to her forearm, where the way his teeth nipped her skin tickled a breathless laugh from her throat.
“It’d be a real crime, ya kin... To hide away such a lovely smile.” Her heart fluttered at his words, then sped further as his lips captured hers. Much softer than any he’d given her the other night, but just as warm, tender and enduring in a way that made it hard to think about anything else.
It was almost enough to distract her from the fact he’d started moving, or it would have been if his rock-hard erection didn’t send waves of pleasure through her at the slightest shift. His strong, steady hands didn’t help in the least, the way they squeezed her soft spots only intensifying each sensation that washed over her. There was no way for her to control the sounds she made through it all, each little cry and whimper fading into the next and leaving her no room to think.
Her mouth made love to his name as surely as he made love to her, their bodies becoming tangled together mere minutes after he’d first entered her. Her fingers tangled in his hair, her chest practically crushed against his own as he road her so eagerly it felt like their hips had been glued together.
Something touched her clit, twirling it so fast and hard she practically screamed. Her body writhed from the sudden onslaught, insides twitching and clinging to his cock like her life depended on it. The resulting orgasm hit so hard she nearly blacked out, all of the endlessly built-up pleasure set free in a surge of sweet bliss she could barely handle at all.
“Good girl, Dis, pretty thing- Yer so pretty when you cum.” He told her, his hips thrusting relentlessly to extend her ecstasy far past any reasonable limit as his teeth sought out each and every patch of skin that could possibly give him a reaction.
She scrambled to cling to him properly, her tiny form so slick with a mixture of sweat and love juice that each movement sent her skin gliding across his. She couldn’t stop trying to call his name, not even when he came so suddenly that she lost the ability to form words. Her pussy sucked down on his dick, the entrance to her womb twitching open to let him shoot his seed directly inside. Had she not had the forethought to put up a Suppressing Spell before they started, the volume of cum she managed to wring out of him would have certainly been enough to get her pregnant.
Eventually, after quite a bit more writhing and screaming, she collapsed back against the pillows, mouth hanging open and eyes half-lidded as she let out one last long moan in glorious, overwhelmed, exhausted satisfaction.
“Better this time...?” Her boyfriend asked, continuing to tease even after they both finished by running his hand up the side of her hip in a way he must have known would make her shudder.
“Y...yeah...” She sighed, gazing up at him with such selfless, devoted love that he quickly looked away in seeming embarrassment, causing her to giggle at how surprisingly adorable this centuries-old Fae could be despite his considerable experience.
“Good... then ya won’t mind round two.” He said, getting his own back easily enough as her eyes went wide in dismay, the feeling of his cock swelling right back to size while still buried deep within her making her gasp and squirm.
Oh no. No no no, there was no way she was ever going to get used to this! Never ever ever, and she didn’t mind at all...
