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filiswingman

Sep 19, 2024

SAPPHIC SEPTEMBER 3: Political

F!human messenger x nameless dwarrowdam

Your king? A bastard! The Dwarves? Accomodating! The Dwarven advisor you see? Absolutely gorgeous!

It's a rough life but someone has to do it. The question is: is she into you? Or is she- being political.

Up to you to decide 😉

First time writing straps. You're warned.

Aka: this was almost a Grór fic LOL

Political

Signing up for the job had been easy. Doing the job resulted in hours on a horse, getting covered in whatever turf you were on, and dealing with temperamental immature politicians. Being a messenger was exhausting. It was horrible standing by listening to powerful people bicker about things more solve-able in a pub than on a political floor.

But there was one merciful bright spot. The Dwarven Kingdoms. They were polite! Clean! Courteous! Never shouted! And best of all ? Delivering to them came with a chaperone!

You would die for Siv. You once saw him take off a bandit's head with his bare hands. Horrifying, yes. Useful? Also yes! He out drank everyone at every pub you stopped at. The two of you easily won every drinking game, hauling in spare change which was evenly split.

But most importantly Siv got you access to the Dwarves. Dwarves were as you knew incredibly secretive and as you found out absolutely did not want human mitts on their precious communication.

Your king however was an ornery bastard and demanded a human. To be blunt: he was racist. To be elaborate: everyone wanted him dead but he was so evil even after five poisonings this year he was STILL up and walking around.

“He's made a deal with some force I cannot name. I swear to you, Siv. He will be the death of us all.” You groaned, head in your hand as he led you down a maze of stone corridors. Familiar yet unnavigable. Usually your sense of direction was impeccable. But down here? You could barely navigate a singular hall let alone follow directions.

He smacked your back with a hearty laugh, sending your body lurching forward. “YOUR death maybe! Not mine! My king? Would never let me die. Yours?” His barking laughter dissolved into chest shaking wheeze. “Oh you would already be dead six times over if it wasn't for me!”

“Yes. Yes and you know I appreciate you, dearly.” You grumble shoving at his arm to no avail as you finally see a familiar door.

The advisor's office. Pulling up you retrieve the correct scroll from your person. “ I will get you an extra ale tonight as a thank you.”

He shakes his head, a mischievous twinkle in his eyes. “Oh no.” Leaning over you he pounds on the door. “You? My friend? Will be occupied.”

“What?” You ask, eyes widening. Only growing saucer sized when Siv turns on his heel and books it down the hall. Uncharacteristic giggles trailing after him. “Siv!!” You hiss worry mounting. What had he done?! Oh Valars? What? Had? He? Done?

The sound of the door snaps your attention back and a mask of detached professional facade returns. The reason for your concern?

She stood before you. She because she told you so. The advisor herself was statuesque. Impenetrable. Graceful and elegant. Everything she did issued gravitas and authority.

Greeting her with a bow you trail after her. Distracting yourself with the decor: a personal favorite. It kept your eyes from lingering upon her hands. Fingers that should be formed from marble. Immaculate and strong. Defined and never once did you see them falter.

Taking her seat she reads over the message. Fingers drumming. Her sharp manicured nails play off the arms of her wooden chair. “This will need time to respond to.” She abruptly announces sending you jumping. “Something the matter?”

Shaking your head sternly, you clear your throat. “No! No, nothing at all.” Everytime you met her in all these months she had been the most intimidating and magnetized thing in the halls. Nothing could distract you as thoroughly as she did.

Her lips moving as they were right now? Untouchable by any force. You could watch them all day!

Nothing caught your attention and enmeshed you so completely than how her stain coated lips formed words. Which became sentences. Which became something you were supposed to be listening to right now, isn't it?!

“Beg pardon?” You repeat trying your best to look sincerely apologetic. Like you weren't getting lost in her luscious pigment. How did it stay so bright? Was there special makeup here?

A twitch ripples over her mouth. Her eyes nettle into you. “I was remarking how refreshing it was, to have a competent and cordial messenger from your king.”

Baring your teeth you inhale sharply. Ah shit!

“Perhaps you are tired and need to rest. Or,” her voice trails off disappointedly. “Perhaps you are not as competent as I was given the impression of.”

“I apologize, my lady. I was just admiring how wonderful your makeup was and became engrossed in the finery of your craftspeople.” You praise laying it on thick. Keeping a sheepish expression you hoped would distract her from the real reason you were staring at her lips.

Kissing her began invading your mind after your fourth meeting. By the seventh you were gushing drunk about her to Siv causing him quite the dilemma, you're sure.

Wait. Had Siv??!!

Brows furrowing upon the stone carvings above the desk you open your mouth to inquire about your favorite dwarf when she interrupts you.

“Very well.” Standing she paces over to retrieve another scroll from a pile made strictly for communication with humans. Humans used scrolls. They were stupid in the opinion of many other denizens of middle earth. But you had no control over your Kings preferences.

If you did? You would prefer him dead.

“We do have the response to the trade agreement.” She joins you, holding out the scroll. Her eyes bore holes into your soul. “You may return with that now.”

Grasping the leather case you move to take it from her hand. It doesn't budge. Like a wave washing over cliffside debris the inertia passes over her without consequence. Your power yields no result.

A smile and narrowing eyes breeze over her carefully controlled features. Something casts a dark shadow beneath the surface. Something you cannot place.

Frowning at her hand you try again.

“What game is this?” Glancing to her in askance, your brow arches and you give another tug.

She doesn't release it. Instead she snatches it with ease from your grasp. Turning on her heel she returns to her desk. Standing behind it like columning pillars of basalt. Tapping the case against her dark stained lips she easily remarks, “do you recall the fee for delivering a message from our halls?”

Scowling your hands fold behind your back. Maintaining proper posture in the presence of such an esteemed Dwarf, “I do not recall this. What fee would there be for the messenger?” Did Siv set you up for a joke? Wheels churn in your mind while you search for any hints why you yourself would have to foot a fee.

Not your king?

Hatred ran deep. A bitter seed. But you were not prepared to tend a crop tainted with malice. If there was a fee you would have to foot it and hide the idea of it. Otherwise it could result in catastrophic consequences.

Circling back, your head tilts. Eyes narrowing upon her in askance. Not uttering a word. It was unfair to you. Not something you would have anticipated from the just Dwarves.

Not something you would expect from her.

But as she turns back a smirk has replaced her normally aloof expression. Now as she circles back around to stand before you, different feelings churn in your stomach. You had passed her messages for the last seven months. Never had there been a fee.

But there had been a feeling.

A spark you discounted as one sided due to her formal attitude in your presence. While not as formal in the same ways humans were, she was still held in high regard. This was the first time you were seeing anything other than a serious expression on her hue stained lips. Head tilting you squint at her.

Her and her scroll tapping against her mouth while she sizes you up. “It is an important message. We need insurance so it arrives safely.” She languishes on every word. Drawing it out and you in.

Frown deepening your head drops to something more boring. Your mud covered boots made for a reasonable accommodation against the seduction you were becoming certain was taking place. But maybe you were making things up.

Maybe the road had indeed been too long and the rain too heavy.

Perhaps the isolation of it all-save for Siv bless him- had you losing it completely.

Gleaming eyes remain glued to your features. She tsks, using the end of the scroll case to tilt your face back towards her. Keeping it just there, beneath your chin, she lets out a low smokey hum. “I think a kiss will do.” She declares lips curving into a wide smile.

Eyes widening you're suddenly aware of how dry your mouth has grown over the last few minutes. How loud your heart beat beneath your ribs. Could she hear it? Certainly she could. Especially with the way her eyes watch your lips move.

Studying her face for any messages hidden within her anticipation filled squint.Had she really just said that?! Incredibly juvenile! Not something you expected nor imagined from a Dwarf. Surely this was a trick to test your professionalism. The slow inhales she took with every passing moment of silence you held her trapped in. Encased in amber she waited. Patiently. Biding her time until your brain caught up to your mouth.

Lips pursing you finally manage, “if the message is so important,” you slowly begin, prodding the topic with the edge of your boot. “Why is it one kiss?”

Mirth fills her gaze and her smirk curves wider. Tracing your lips with her eyes she continues her bartering, “perhaps you are right. Two kisses may suffice as payment?”

What?!

Swallowing anticipation, your breath hitches despite your rational mind clinging to the vestiges of reality. Her fragrance wafting into your lungs in delicious whisps pushes you hurtling over the edge. She smelled SO good. “Hmm, I wonder if that is high enough? The way is quite dangerous after all. I wouldn't want to waste your time.”

Whipping the scroll case out of the way she closes the distance. Now chest to chest you're blindsided all over again. Her voice practically purrs. “ I don't mind wasting my time on you.”

She's a masterpiece, her features as sharp as her mind. As sharp as her nails. One of which grazes up your neck in one languid motion stirring all sorts of impulses from the depths of your being.

“Accurate. As always. Why don't we find out how many it's worth?” She posed her face coming closer and closer until you're meeting her.

Tentatively you hover. Her breath fans your lips. Wondering if she was going to close the gap. Or if she meant you to do so. Her body heat beckoning you nearer. Until you were completely wrapped in her. But could you?

Was it too late for second thoughts?

Too late when your lips press to one another in a whispering caress. Languidly you sample each other. Your chest hitches when her hand catches your cheek. Her thumb rubbing along your cheek tenderly supporting your deepening dives.

Hums of appreciation meet your soft sounds, they only grow when your hands rest upon her cloak. The thick fabric forming the perfect anchor for you to use under the onslaught of pleasant smells and tastes. And when you pull her lower lip into your mouth and tug? She moans tremulously low.

Pulling back her eyes are heavy with satisfaction. Again her fingers stroke your face. “You consider that a kiss?”She cooes low, a delightful chuckle leaves her sending your toes curling.

“Try to keep up.” Her lips capture yours in a rougher embrace. A kiss that provokes a surprisingly loud moan. Your knees lock with each ravishing stroke of her lips and the biting tug on your tongue.

Bodies swaying and pulling against one another in a symphony of sounds. Again and again you kiss. Lips reuniting over and over. Vividly recalling every time you had stood before her and wondered: just how would she kiss? Now you knew. The brushing of her lips and tongue incites lines of pleasure rippling through you. You succumb completely, throwing your arms round her neck. Hand in her hair. Fingers plucking out every ornament that held it up. Only to crush yourself against her lips.

Now she led the dance. Now you struggle to keep up with the intense passion she let loose. Had she wanted you? Did she just enjoy this type of kiss? Your hitching breath turns to panting against her lips. Noses bump and rub. Mingling against each other your foreheads rest together. Sharing breath and relieved laughter forging the sacred space between you. Her eyes half open gaze into yours.

“Finally.” You murmur your hand curling along her face. Chest burning with an unmentionable emotion when she turns and nudges your hand. Her beard brushes along your palm. But all too soon it was silenced by another devouring kiss.

Sooner rather than later you were stumbling with her towards the desk. Where she guided you against the edge. Pinning you against it with her body, provoking a heavy moan and your head to twist away. Catching your breath your eyes meet hers with heady weight.

Her eyes study your face. Hands gripping the edge of the desk on either side of your hips. “Did you like that?” Ducking forward she grazes her lips along yours, “I did.” Her tongue slips out, licking her own lips in a devastating tease.

“ I did as well.” You confirm transfixed by her tongue's path over her shining wet lips. Well aware you were becoming stained from her lips.

Her laughter falls like a sudden summer rain. Loud. Raucous. Deep. One you wouldn't mind getting caught in again and again. Heavy and rhythmical it strokes your affection for her. “Enough to try again?” She inquires tilting her head to one side as she studies your face, affection softening her sharp eyes.

Fascinated by the tingling in your swollen lips, your fingers run over them. Coyly glancing over her mouth, which despite waning with their glossy stain remained a beautiful shade. Hypnotized by her it takes you a moment to gather yourself. Suddenly feeling just how small you were compared to her muscular form. “Try?” You repeat breathlessly, worry nagging beneath lust. Worried you couldn't treat her as she should be.

She nods. “You must relax. You're so tense, should you relax more it would increase your pleasure.” Fleetingly her hand adjusts your hair style, ensuring she can see your face unobscured. “I only want what's best for you.”

Your fingers interlace with hers, tugging them close so you may pepper her fingers with gentle kisses. Each one a raindrop on the surface of her skin. Each one intentionally placed with admiration and appreciation.

“Considerate, as always. I would like to continue if you do?” Peering at her, your inquiry seems welcome. Her hand slipping from yours returns to your hip. Where it perches heavily. Skimming along the fabric there. A small relieved puff of air soars from her nose.

“I do. Now this time: relax.” Grasping you she sits you up on the desk with uncanny ease. Her voice hot against your ear as she leans against you, “and let me kiss you.”

Parchment slides and crumbles beneath you as she presses you back onto the desk. Her body flush against your hips, bending over you pursuing your tongue. The crisp sound of paper ripping mingles with the sound of her above you.

Your hands tangle in her hair. Instinctively your legs rise to rest upon her. A move that provokes an appreciative growl, her hand snakes back to clutch your thigh in a firm squeeze. Never once abating from your kiss. Your legs squeeze her harder- as hard as you could. It barely makes an impact on her body, but her drive is another matter entirely.

Moans and breath mingle between you. When it comes to entanglement nothing compares to her. You could roll with her all day. Her body pressing down upon you makes the knot in your stomach tighter and tighter. Your legs twitch and your hips twist in need. Parts of you were winding tight while others melted into putty. You were malleable in her hands. Completely laxed beneath her.

She parts from your kiss, gazing down at you as your head falls back provoking another crumbling noise of shifting papers. “I didn't think to clean my desk earlier.” She snorts indignantly, but pleased with the events. “But I don't mind working after hours for you.”

Catching your breath, you shake your head. “You are incorrigible. Unbelievable.” You add watching her rise back up, her hand sliding into her pocket.

“Don't lie. You love it.” She hums, retrieving a small tin of stain, her fingertip trailing the color back over her swollen lips.

Mesmerized your eyes stick to her finger and do not unglue themselves. Instead of remaining prone you begin sitting up yourself, only for her hand to catch your chest. “We aren't finished here.” Pressing you back upon the desk her devious smile flips your stomach and dries your throat.

Coating her finger in stain she leans back over you. Humming pleasantly while she jovially and sensually drags her hue covered finger over your lips. Staining you the same color.

Standing back up she observes her work. A clean finger tapping her chin thoughtfully. “My, that color does look good on you.” She praises, her finger wiped dry and the tin placed safely away.

Face warm from the intimacy of it all you swallow. Tentatively your fingers run over your lips, peering at the residual color upon your skin.

“Oh, but you can't leave like that. Everyone will know.” Breezing by she wets a handkerchief and returns. Wiping your cheeks and neck clear of stain.

Blustering you swat at her, “excuse me?”

Admiring her second piece of work a pleasant smile plies her dark lips. “Oh you are excused. I will see you with his response.” She informs, retrieving the scroll case once more, passing it to you. But this time she allows you to pull it from her hand.

“Of course." Your fingers brush along hers in a familiar caress. It had happened countless times. Each and every one of them you disregarded. But how long had she been feeling something? Leaving your seat on the desk you begin straightening your clothing.

Had she felt something? Or was this all a political game for her? Looking to her you find her face controlled and icy again. Confusion mixes with doubt. You needed a drink to sort this out….

A drink and a good night sleep at the Inn in town.

Composing yourself with a deep breath you begin making your way to the heavy wooden door. Trying to clear your mind of the hormonal fog. You're halfway to the door when a sound behind you stops you cold.

Footsteps. Hers.

Just as you turn to check on her, her hand grapples around your wrist. In a vice she is tugging you backwards against her. Wrist held fast pinned to your back.

“I lied,” she whispers huskily against your ear. “It wasnt enough.” Her body presses against your back. Still holding your wrist between the two of you. You are intimately aware of every inhale and exhale.

“It wasnt?” Hesitating you take the gamble, that she isn't playing. Venturing quietly, “it wasnt enough for me, either.” Instinctively you tense while she takes a deep whiff of your hair. Her exhale pulls a shudder and a soft hitching gasp breezes through your lips. One that only feeds her lust and builds your expectations.

Pressing against your ear she asks, “may we?”

It takes you a solid minute to process what was happening. To process the feelings rushing through your body and mind. For all of them to align in a neat manner. “ I would like that.” Arching back against her, you tentatively rub your hips along her body.

The tease works and your hand is freed. But not for long. Her arms snake beneath yours, taking a handful of each side of your chest. Soaking in the feeling of your body melting. She steps forward keeping herself flush against your back. At first her hands just held. But then she begins palming and rolling you through your clothes.

Each rotation sends you biting back a sigh or a ghosting moan. Concentrating with all your might on remaining still- not giving in to your bodies urge to roll your hips and whimper for her. “I like that. Alot.” You rasp. Biting your lower lip harshly when her nail drags over your hardened nipple poking through the fabric of your top.

Her breath falls in satisfying puffs against your ear. You can feel her smile pressed against your cheek. Every shudder that ripples through you makes her grin widen. When her nail incites a louder gasp she presses a kiss against your ear. “You really liked that, hm?”

“Yes!” Your body alight and alive beneath her hands. Especially when she began plucking button after button. One by one sliding everything aside until your chest is bare. Her hands press and pinch your chest. Each roll of her palm incites a rise in your body. A soft jerk of your hips and a murmur of approval.

“Still alright?” She clarifies pausing until you answer. Waiting for approval.

Chewing your lip you nod. “Yes, more than alright. Don't stop.”

“ We stop anytime you wish.” She promises against your ear, working you low and slow. “This is for us.” She swears. Whispering seductive admirations against your neck with each kiss and trail of her tongue. The actions provoke needier whimpers to spill free, your head falling to the side allowing her room to play.

Languidly one of her hand trails down the center of your exposed stomach. Taking its sweet time. The lower it goes the more tingling it incites in your body. The more your thighs rub together fighting arousal's discomfort.

Your restrained murmurs building with time. Rolls and rubs. Pinches and tugs. All heating you higher and higher. You were becoming desperate for her hand to travel faster. Desperate for her to continue playing with your chest.

“You're so ready, sweet thing.” She laughs pleasantly, fondness seeping into her tone when she tacks on. “I can smell you from here.”

Involuntarily you're whimpering her name in a whine you've never heard before. You never want to hear it again unless it's because of her. Clenching your thighs together seeking a semblance of release, realizing just how right she was.

It wasn't fair how she provoked this side of you so easily. In the back of your mind you hope she's just as riled. Hope she's just as strung tight in her stomach as you are.

Her fingers toy with the hem of your pants, leaving a wake of heating skin. Over and over her hands play and tease. Succumbing to it all your hand wraps round her arm grasping tightly. Gasping lightly when her hands recede. Vanishing into her pocket she withdraws a pair of nail clippers, making easy work of her nails on one hand.

Watching breathlessly as her hands meticulously manipulate the metal. Always you were caught on her hands. On her lips. They were always elegant and agile. Beautiful. You wanted them to stop just as much as you plead her to continue. “Are you?” Voice trailing off bashfully your eyes dart up to her. Where they merge with hers, encompassed in the embrace of adoration you find there. She stares at you with such tenderness; such warmth. It's startling.

“Am I what?” She prompts her hands splaying along your stomach. “Am I what? Hmm?” She purrs against your ear prompting you, “is there something you'd like to ask for?”

Would you like to ask for it? No. No you'd like her just to do it. But that's not how communication worked. “Are you going to touch me?”

She shrugs nonchalantly, giving you a light squeeze. “I want to. Do you? Want me to?” Her nose nuzzling the skin beneath your ear sending an amorous pulse straight to your heart. Her hands sink back below to tease your hemline.

Yes! Yes!!!

“Yes!!” It gushes out in a way that heats your face. Thinking about how you sounded like a horny bar patron than a professional. Then again, when one was encapsulated in such an embrace did profession really matter? Or was that all stripped away like her hand sliding beneath your hem. Diving under fabric after fabric.

Instantly your body rises meeting her. Flexing against her hand as she envelops you completely. Her fingertips pressing just there. Her palm on another ‘there’. Instinctively your body clenches. Your hand tightens upon her arm as a choke of pleasure echoes in the room. An unsightly hideous sound that came straight from your chest.

And when she presses tightly against you? Straight from a primal place another strangled moan emerges. “OH!” Breathing out her name, your body squirms impatiently needing her to move with a frenzied heat you'd never felt before.“ More.”

“Oh, more definitely.” She agrees with a laugh that could sell a soul to the highest bidder. Oh you loved her like this.

Your eyes flutter just from rubbing against her palm. Biting your lip harshly stopping any more vulgar noises from escaping into her office. Your head falls back, surrendering completely to her touch.

“How about we play a game?” Her index and middle finger slide on either side of you. Taking you in with encompassing rubs that send your hips feverishly rocking against her.

Cracking your eyes open, squinting at her quizzically. “Game?” Panting between stumbling attempts at words.

“Simple enough,” she chuckles brightly. “You bring me good news and I'll reward you.” Her finger finds your clit, and the pad of her finger presses upon it. Shooting sparking pulses through your legs. Leaving you stammering. Stammering on words destined to never reach completion, instead they die in a strained gasp. Biting your lip to muffle further pathetic sounds that threaten to break free.

Her finger strokes down your core, savoring how wet and alive you are beneath her touch. “Bring me bad news, and, well,” with a loud squelch! her finger sinks inside your center.

The gasp and moan that follow cover your face in heat, your knees give out completely.

But your body runs hotter when she places a kiss upon your neck. “With your approval at that time: I will play with you until I am satisfied. Deal?” Finishing her deal so considerately and consentingly with a golden tongue to match her jewelry. She could sell you anything and you'd buy it. She could say anything and you'd believe it. You were beyond help.

Gasping you look at her in surprise, eyes widening by the moment. Unable to take her seriously, your nervous giggle turns her smile into a smirk. “Instead of killing the messenger you're-you're fucking them?”

She could play with you and you would let it, because you wanted to play with her too. A mutual enjoyment of each other? A convenient excuse to explain the deal?

Your words provoke an unrestrained laugh. Her hand rubs you appreciatively sending your mind scrambling and your body shaking. “Mmm crass. But yes, far more fun and encourages message delivery, doesn't it?” She elaborates on every word with a languid swirl of her finger inside you. “Ensures you won't leave me in the dark with any bad news or ill wishes from your very temperamental king.”

She had a point. You were much less likely to decline delivering vital messages if you knew something like this was waiting for you. This wasn't a deal with the devil: it was a deal with desire. Desire for her.

God you were an idiot when she had her hands on you!

With her finger stirring inside you…..

Your lip tugs into your mouth trying in vain to stifle the pitiful noises you were making. You wanted something with her. What you didn't know. But you wanted something. Was this that something? Thighs shaking around her touch. Your mind slowly blanking on everything except her finger. It sounds like a stranger speaks when you confirm. When you sign the proverbial contract. But it's you. It's you when you whimper: “yes, yes.”

“I'm so glad we agree. I have been so happy with our time together. But you've consumed my heart. I've wanted no one but you. Can you understand that? How much I miss seeing you? Hearing you? And now?”

Her hug tightens around your shoulders, while she whispers sincerely against your skin. Words she had been holding back. Words she knows she cannot take back. They belong locked in the sacred hall of your heart now. “Now, I can miss touching you when you are gone too.”

“I do-” you rasp tremulously. “I miss you. I do. All of you.”

Humming contently she places a kiss upon your neck. “Now, let's enjoy ourselves. Hmm?”

Time ticks by. Hours pass. Hours spent sealing a deal. Hours spent sitting and speaking in hushed tones. Hours spent pleasing her so thoroughly you couldn't forget it if you tried.

But when you walk out of the door again it wasn't the last time….

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“Good morning.” She greets her lips curving the moment the door closes behind you. Her assistant easily dismissed with a subtle nod the moment he swung the door open and found you there.

It wasnt the first time. A pang of apology throbs in your chest while you watch him mutter, snatching up his pile of papers and flounce down the outer hall.

But you had gotten where you wanted to be and not without a great deal of effort either.

Locking the door you glance coyly over to her. Her lips remain in a tight line. Her eyes however are devouring. Walking over your hands fold, perching upon the desk. Peering down at her with a sultry smile. “Good morning, love.”

Humming low she slides her work from the desk without turning her eyes from you. Blatantly looking you up and down. “Look who it is, and look what youre wearing! To think I thought you couldn't become more adorable! ” Appreciation burns in her eyes. “I admit only this once: I was incredibly wrong.”

Hungrily her bright eyes take you in beneath her lashes. These aren't your regular uniform clothes. Her fingers drum against her ornate desk, nails clicking on the rock slab top. “Off duty I see. Did you get lost shopping?”

“Oh, I did. Very lost.” Head tilting your fingers, mirroring hers, drumming the same lazy rolling melody. Biding your time before you drop your line in the water. “Can you help me?” it's corny. It's kidding. It's a thousand times worth seeing her face morph.

Eyes wide incredulously, she shoves her quill aside. “Can I?” Her brows rise repeating with fake indignance, sounding out the words as if they are foreign to her. “Help you?”

“Mmm hmm.” Dropping your line of vision down her body meaningfully. Mouth drying by the second remembering how it felt to taste her.

How she tasted on your tongue and lips, her hand holding back your hair. The breathless sighs and soft grunts accompanying her trembling thighs against your head. Your chin coated in her. Even the smell and crack! of wood splintering remains in your ears.

“I see you have a new chair. Have to replace it, did you?”

Both of you dwelling in the same memory in that moment. Neither of you reaching for the door. Instead with mingling minds, she closes the curtains obscuring you both from view. This was a private affair. No one needed to know why she replaced such a fine chair. Or how it had become broken in such a way.

She had to. Because she had broken the arms of it after your tongue had delved just right too many times. You can still hear her succulent rasp, “you're unbelievably good at that.”

It had been worth everything. You had spent countless minutes gazing up at her, head resting on her lap completely entranced. Watching her chest rise and fall while she basked in the afterglow. Your hand rubbing up and down her leg soothingly.

A cocky smile bites at the corner of your mouth with the memory.

She let's out a barking laugh, eyes slitting to yours brimming with amusement. She shifts in the chair. “I did do some redecorating, yes.”

By the second her eyes are darkening upon your lips. Lips you already had stained in her color. A twin fragrance to match hers.

Removing her hand from her chin she beckons you with a rolling hand lazy and elegant. Just like her. “Come sit and tell me how you came to be here.” Spreading her legs she pats her lap with an audible sound, “all dressed up and no where else to go? What a shame.”

Circling around you take your seat upon her lap, arms wrapping around her neck. A breathy whisper sails against her ear, “hello sweet heart.” Appreciatively you nuzzle against her hair, satisfaction and peace fill you.

Finally you feel right. From here? The rest of the world could burn and you wouldn't give it a second look, if only you could watch it crumble to ashes with her.

“Hello to you, couldn't keep away could you?” She sighs pleasantly, wrapping her arms around you in a solid embrace. Loving how you melt into her so willing and soft. Safe.

“Mm didn't want to.” You correct twisting her hair round your fingers loving how thick and plush it was. So different from human hair. Yet similar enough in texture and form to not be foreign. Tilting your head you ask quietly with great trepidation. “ Are we breaking this chair too?”

Chuckling she shifts you in her lap, closer and tighter. Her hand rubbing the small of your back in appreciative circles. “No. No, I'm ready for you this time.” Gazing upon you her smug smile softens, “especially in a skirt this cute and this top?” Grousing she shakes her head mournfully. “ Oh, you are leaving me no choice.”

Shaking your head you curtly inform her of the devastating reality, “ I don't have extra clothes.” You couldn't afford a repeat of the last time when she took a knife to them.

Complaining the whole time her finger swirled inside you about how cheaply made your clothes were. Informing you she'd get you longer lasting ones. She had followed through: the clothes were far better. But it had lengthened your stay a dangerous amount of time for her discretion.

“This fabric? It won't last another year.” Disappointedly her head shakes, tone grave she adds with a bristle. “What I wouldnt give to expand our territories to yours simply to increase the quality of production.”

Gathering up the ends of your skirt she toys with the hem between her fingers. “Such a shame. But! You broke my chair so I destroyed your clothing. I shall destroy them again, or your loyalty. Whichever comes first.” Her eyes slide to yours with a playful sheen. But you can't help but question whether she means them or not.

Yet whether she did she made everything so good you didn't care. Maybe she didn't either. Care that is; about your clothes, time, consequences, and yes, possibly you.

“No, you could never break my loyalty to you.” You reassure brushing along her bearded jaw with the back of your hand. Adoringly staring into her sharp clear eyes.

Leaning into your touch her eyes flit closed, cherishing the moment. Even while she's pushing up the fabric of your skirt, baring more and more of your leg. “Is that a challenge?”

Huffing with laughter your lips graze her cheek. She was cute when she peeled back the layers. When she settled in and allowed you in. One layer after another you would see more and more of her. One layer after another you would witness her.

Shaking your head your hands undo fastening after fastening upon her clothing. “No, sweetheart, let us not tempt fate.” Prying through layer after layer. Curse these dwarves and their adoration of layers and fastenings. Finally you could slide your hand inside her top, skimming along her soft chest dappled with hair.

“Another challenge couldn't hurt.” She proposed taking your chin between her thumb and finger. Turning your face towards her. Her lips ghost softly over yours. Cherishing how your hand runs over the breadth of her.

You sigh wistfully at the masterful test of your patience. Watching her beneath half closed eyes, your hand gives her softening pec a gentle squeeze. Biting your lip, you watch her shoulders rise and fall with a slowed exhale.

“You are temptation personified.” You sincerely compliment.

“And are you going to fall to me?” She inquires breathlessly. Her nose bumping against your own when she darts closer once more. You don't allow her to escape this time. Playful talk is silenced by mingling lips and running hands.

Her palm groping your now exposed thigh like it was her full time job. Laughing into the kiss with every squeal she wrings from you.

Your lips latch onto hers while you applied for a position here yourself. Hands cupping her cheeks, adoring how her jaw flexes beneath your mutual exploration of each other's mouths.

Tugging her lower lip into your mouth you suck sharply and greedily. Enjoying the plump fullness of it and the lewd moan that breezes past her lips. Thrilling at how her mouth was smearing with your shared color.

Twisting away, her hand rests on your throat, holding you still for a moment's rest. Gaze dark with lust, a beast barely restrained and ready to play. “I love hearing you, this time don't stay quiet.” Her chiding reminder takes you to the very first time.

When she only stopped squeezing your breast to pry your hand away from your mouth. Her tongue buried inside you, lapping against you. Gathering and tasting you until all you could do was tremble and writhe. The praise you had been lavishing her with falling away to urgent moans. Her opposite hand holding you closer each time you tried to retreat.

All the while her eyes stared up at you, glinting in the dying candle light. She held you caught. Tight. Trapped. Only breaking from your center to praise you, “ I love how you sound. Don't hold it in, at least, not for my sake.” Then she's back. Back down and in. The flame had died that day but another blazed far brighter and hotter. With the room plunged in darkness all you could make out was her illuminated eyes between your legs. Gold and gleaming. She was everything. Knowing and feeling her that intimately. That deeply? Changed everything.

Doubt succumbed to its injuries and another emotion far more dangerous was to blame.

Hips shifting at the memory you whimper. Needing to release pent up heat. Needing her to release you. Release you by holding you closer and tighter.

Letting you in beneath the layers of her. Emotional intimacy was the highest form of love. “I don't want you in trouble.” You inform, running a hand along her arm in a tantalizing rub. “Your safety is worth more to me than this.”

“Not to me,” she assures with impressive ease. Moving a mountain of weight with the simple words, “not if it's you.”

She always knew the right thing to say. Always had. Your eyes meld with her, fusing souls for this short lived moment in a sea of memory. There in the depths you catch glimpses of her. Each fleeting glimmer of scales or flash of a smile made the tumultuous sea worth it. Even with sea water tanging in your lungs she was worth every mile of open water.

As if sensing the growing seriousness she latches onto your neck, sharp teeth scraping down your skin. Leaving an excited path of goosebumps in her wake.

“Come here.” Dramatically her hand tugs down the top of your top, pushing your breasts over your neckline. Keeping them up for her enjoyment. For your pleasure.

Before she can take her pick you shift up. Peaks rubbing against her face provoking a hungry growl. “Tempting me.” She playfully warns her fingers grasping higher, her mouth running over hardening nubs. Enjoying the soft gasps and sighs that you release with each motion. Squeezing closer and closer to where you ran hot for her.

Face molten you swallow. Beneath her hand lay a growing wet spot. You were so wet just from kissing her. Just from the encounter. Just from the walk here fantasizing and remembering her succulent moans and lush body.

“I am helping us finish.” Your retort comes husky and soft against her hair, “ before you get caught.”

“Getting caught? That makes this all the more fun.” She murmurs pressing kisses along the tops of your breasts. “ Can be enjoyable- getting caught. But it's not a matter of concern for us, slow down. Let us enjoy the moment.”

Every single kiss elicits a hitching breath, your hands grasping her head holding her close. Your own head falling back allowing her more room to play on rarely touched sensitive skin. Feeling her hot tongue and mouth exploring your skin leaves you shaking. Her name pours from you with wanton pleasure. Adjusting your hips to flush against her body.

She maneuvers you with ease, latching her lips onto your throat without hesitation. Leaving a line of blooming bites down. As time passes she gifts a necklace upon your chest. Soft huffs and moans scorch your skin during her play. She only leans back once, blowing cool air over your thrilling skin.

Laughing low and smokey, she sighs contently. Her eyes trace languid trails along your face and then down down down your body. An index finger takes meandering journeys up and down your thigh.

“Tell me; what do you want?” She purrs softly against you , her hand sliding to bare your body to her. Finding the evidence of your arousal seeping down your thighs and onto her. “You're making quite the trail, dripping like this.” Raising her finger to her lips she tastes you, eyes closing while your flavor coats her tongue.

Eyes rolling at the view you shudder. “Get these clothes off and get on the floor.” You demand sliding to sit upon her desk. Shedding your own clothing while she stands and does the same. Layers of silky fabric falls to the floor and then she does.

Following her you kneel beside where she lay upon her back. Watching you with a lazy pleasant smile and a detectable flush over her body.

“ I cannot stay away. Who would care for you, my love?” Admiring her soaking hairs, your hand ghosts along her exposed slit. Relishing how she shivers beneath the smallest touch. “You are so beautiful and powerful. I wish I could tell you every day.” Your murmured compliment etches a bashful smile across her wet swollen lips. Only at times like this did she become coy, her boldness stripped away in such a vulnerable position.

Spreading her legs, she rocks back, pulling one knee to her chest while the other foot rests against the floor. Holding the back of her knee presenting you with the opportunity to join her in a favorite position. One that always treats you both so well. So thoroughly devastated your rational mind silencing any whispers of second thoughts or doubts.

“Come here,” she instructs voice deep and husky. Her finger crooking until you abate and settle your hips above hers. Slinging one leg over her hips so you were diagonal over her core.

You grasp her raised leg for support, whining at the first contact. Your heated tender folds rub against hers. Moaning her name you tug your lower lip into your mouth.

“Mm yes. Just like that.” She praises relaxing beneath your body, “You know how we like it.”

“Yes,” rocking against her, your eyes flutter shut. Your bodies melding against one another with every roll of your hips. Slick mingling together, building a sloppy mess between you.

Her voice chokes on every raw moan and winded gasp. Tilting back her head gives you a view of her thick neck and manicured beard. The more she became undone the more masterpieces fell from her lips.

Each sound had you craving more responses from her. The sounds of your bodies fill the room. Wet and succulent.

Her hand latches onto your thigh, clutching tightly. Steadying you as you pursued your mutual high. Each brush of her clit sent her trembling beneath you. Every contact becomes a brilliant stroke of pigment upon canvas. Inspiring you. Driving you with madness so soft it vacated your heart of anything else.

Succumbing to her your lips break with tumultuous moans. By the moment your legs feel weaker and weaker as pleasure begins seeping into your bones. She was in your very marrow. Every so often your wet clits would brush. The contact shoots strained lightning through your body. Unrestrained cries fill the room alongside the soaking wet sounds of mixing pleasures.

She chokes on moans of pleasure, your name peppered between her raw whines. Brow creasing with each passing moment she endures the tower lust was building higher and higher. Every roll of your hips added another stone to its height. Fully intending to topple it. This structure wasn't meant to last. It was built to fall.

Noticing how close she was you change techniques, rubbing your body in inciting circles over her raised bud. Luscious wet pushing her sensitivity higher, she stutters beneath you.

Shielding her face with her arm she flexes her hips driving up against you. Coaxing you to go harder. Obligingly you lean your full body weight down, knowing she can take it with ease. Watching as her fingers clutch at the floor beneath her. Gossamer sweat coats her brow and heaving chest. Each rise of her hair frosted chest results in frail moans. Moans becoming increasingly breakable.

You struggle to catch your breath, motions turning feverish and rough. Her sounds encouragingly grow more frail and strained. Her hips roll upward in sharp jerks until she shatters beneath you. Squirming she releases a heightened cry. Her clit twitching and pulsing. Fingers gripping your leg harder, her nails biting along your skin only to tighten when you refuse to stop. She whimpers your name in askance.

“You like this?” Gazing down upon her face sensually twisting and curving. Watching her body build and collapse gifts you confidence in leaps and bounds. Enough to keep going. Emboldened to please her.

Rasping she nods, face scrunching with another pleasure provoking blow. “I love it. And you?” She twists her hips at an angle pushing you harder against her. “Do you like this? ” Fraily laughing when your hips lurch at the motion. It confirmed her question. “What you feel?”

“I always do. Always.” You affirm your mind going numb. Hot pleasure drips from her but your climax isn't what stops you cold. It's the next words out of her mouth.

“Do you want to feel even better?” She proposes with a suggestive purr, “I brought you something.”

Scowling at her you lean in thinking you misheard. “Beg pardon?”

“No, no. Begging isn't necessary. I want to give you the pleasure you deserve. Just as you take care of me. I take care of you.” Pushing herself up,she supports your shaking legs with a single arm.

A single arm you hold tight to while your body returns to solid mass and not jelly.

“Don't fall.” Noticing your trembling limbs she scoops you up with ease. Placing you upon her desk before her chair.

“Thank you.” You appreciate the assistance and any excuse to be close to her. Curling up with her was the best experience of your life. Watching her quill glide a crossed a message for your king. Not even caring to read it. Or ask who decided what was said. No you loved laying upon her chest more.

Tilting your head you watch her move about the office. Bringing out an item which you vaguely recognized. “Is that a-” you begin confusion mottled your features.

“It is but a toy one.” Taking you by your shoulders she rubs them generously. Gazing upon you with a deep hunger in her eyes. Fantasies play out on her face, “now. Where do I want you first?”

“The chair is fi-FIRST?!” You gawked at her.

Her eyes widen in surprise. “You only wish for one?”

Scratching your neck you shrug. Watching her take her usual seat the polished strap erect upon her lap. “No no it's just it'll be the first time with a toy one of… Those…. I don't know how tired it will make me.”

Laughing low she shakes her head. “You can sleep whenever you wish. Are you ready?”

Looking between her and the head you swallow. Were you? Between your legs was an ache deep within. An animalistic desire for her to fill you. Gnawing your lip, your eyes return to hers. “I am.” Nervously your legs kick back and forth.

Dripping down those legs your readiness is growing more and more apparent. Leaning back on her chair she grasps your thighs, relishing rubbing your skin. A ravenous expression grows in her eyes when you meet them. Instantly your face heats.

“Don't be shy.” She murmurs, her fingers walking up your thighs until they clutch your hips. “Take a seat.” Her voice drops with innuendo along with her gaze to the strap. The smooth burnished surface shines beneath the light.

Obligingly you follow her instructions. Settling over her lap. Gazes entwining you take a steadying breath.

She kisses you soft and sweet. “Ready?”

Licking your lips nervously, you nod. Slowly lowering yourself upon her. Biting your lip roughly when the surface touches your body. Your head ducking against her shoulder as the tip of her strap separates your folds. Hands gripping tightly as she stretches you. Her hands guiding you in.

Her name is stammering from you in uncertainty at the stretch. The squelching sound your body makes heats your face. White hot pressure fills your lungs, strained moans come with every exhale.

Her hands keep tenderly guiding you, thumbs rubbing soothing circles along your ass and lower back. “That's it. You can stretch for me. I know you can.” She encourages duskily nuzzling against your cheek. Her lips peck kisses and sweet nothings, watching her strap disappear into your body.

Clutching her shoulders you're overwhelmed by fullness within you. All your worries and thoughts drop away and suddenly it's just her. Her hands scalding your back, and the fullness inside you finally scratching that itch. This was so different from her finger stirring and pumping you to completion.

Biting your lip hard, you allow yourself to settle completely upon her lap. Each moment left your body deliciously clenching and spasming. But you dare not move. You dare not cause any more movement while you adjust around her.

“All in?” She asks, pressing a kiss against your ear, “ you are. That's good.” Coaxing your body to slack against her chest, her fingers running over/through your hair. “Let yourself adjust.” Her nails scrape down your body. Leaving an electrifying trail of goosebumps.

Cracking open your eyes you find your vision blurred. Head spinning. Whimpering her name, your head falls against her shoulder. Finally your legs clutch her sides, holding her close. Winded you finally bluster into her ear. “You feel incredible.”

Her hands grasp your hips. Squeezing firmly, “now, when you're ready: move.” She smoothly commands, adding a languid lick upon your neck. Tasting your sweat coated skin with a rich moan, she helpfully guides you.

Thighs trembling harshly against the pleasure over taking you with the first delve of your hips. Her name gushes from you.

The second comes easier. Slowly and all at once your mind is overcome with need. Riding her with an ever building pace. Your body curves taking her deeper, your strokes growing faster.

Pressing another kiss against your lips, she softly hums. Pleased with how your hips begin fucking down faster upon her. Further delighted with the way your face changes and flushes. Even the bite of your nails upon her shoulders gives her a unique thrill.

Eyes screwing shut to maintain some semblance of control under the unabating ecstasy. Drawn out moans begin rupturing to punctured cries.

Her fingers find your chin. Raising your head to face her head on. “There you are.” A smirk curves her lips. Lips that ghost your panting mouth with a kiss, “don't look away. I love watching you take what you want.”

Thrusting up into you she thrills at the gasp of surprise that over takes you at the sudden jolt. Grows cocky when her name fills the room. Getting off on the sound of your body and the view.

Grasping her pecs you press and release them, reveling in how she moans. Her eyes closed. Her lips parting. Squeezing her chest in time with your body grants you a magical view of her head leaning back. Her neck craning. Head rolling.

Needier whimpers and grunts caress your ears. Like this you would gaze upon her like a painting on a wall. Each sound rich pigment upon canvas. Traveling hands smearing permanent color onto the world.

Her hands upon your skin. Her voice flowing like liquid mercury. Both bring forth new creations and possibilities of a mirage of hues. It was unfathomable. With her your futures were countless. Without her they were singular.

On and on. Your eyes remain clinging to hers. Marveling at her. Needing her more and more. Needing it to stop and be over but craving it to continue forever. Desperately you speak her name.

Licking her lips, she brushes hair from your face. Wiping the beading sweat with her hand. “Here, let me help you.” Her hips thrust into you in a frenzy. Angling you so her head grazes along your pleasure points.

Your own movements pressing against her. Working your hips on her, desperate for release. Surrendering as she stretches you over and over again in a mind numbing pace. Your legs quake. Your nails dig into her shoulders, biting against her skin. Gasping out her name again and again.

Her smile growing with every snap of her hips. “How do you like it?”

Nodding is all you can muster under so much pleasure. Your head bowing forward short cries answer her.

But it isn't enough.

Ducking in her velvety voice prompts you again, “use your words. Do you like it?”

Whimpering out a strangled, “yes”. Is music to her ears. Satisfied she was pleasing you, her lips place sloppy open kisses along your neck. Loving each noise and every shake of your body against hers.

She continues zealously driving in over and over again until finally time freezes. Gazing down at her face the world stills. The tension snaps and finally your body dissolves into a pool of pleasure. Where, at the bottom, you curl mercifully against her. Your fingers knotting in her hair holding yourself close to her.

Nuzzling into her neck you feel her shift in her seat. Cracking open your eyes you peer up at her smiling lazily.

Stroking up and down your spine she whispers along your ear. Her eyes shine down on you brighter than any celestial body. Squeezing her tighter, your arms wrap around her neck. Draping over her. Inhaling her. Sweet nothings and careless words reverberate through you until sleep over takes you.

A jolt of pleasure wakes you. Groggily you're greeted by the curve of her neck. The motion of her hair provokes a deep nuzzle back into her. Into safety.

“Oh? You're awake?” She shifts, unintentionally sending another ripple of pleasure through you. Her hand is still resting on your back. You can hear a pen gliding along paper.

“Sorry.” Hesitating, you sit upright. Shivering with each shift of muscle. Finally you're able to study her face once more. Your hands card through and over her hair. “I traveled far yesterday.” How long were you asleep? It couldn't have been too long? Or perhaps it was.

Without a sun, time ran differently here. In a way you with your star in the sky and reliance upon light hadn't found a proper method for estimating.

She kisses your forehead absentmindedly. Eyes still on the page before her.

Rubbing sleep from your eyes, you carefully glance over your shoulder. “Are you working?” You ask incredulously, glancing back at her in shock.

Her laughter shakes her chest. In turn it shakes you and with it comes a soft sigh. “Yes. Of course. Otherwise you would have had to leave.” Her finger sensually traces your jawline. “We couldn't have that, could we?”

Your fatigued laughter joins hers, brushing against her lips engaging her in a soft kiss.

Parting you hush her name against her skin. “There isn't anything I wouldn't do for you.” You pledge captivated by her. Unable to pull yourself free from her.

Wider she smiles against your lips, “I'm counting on that.”

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