Francesca represents drive, sensuality without shame, lust without apology. And the idea that being desired, and desiring more than one partner, doesn’t cheapen love or make it less true, sincere, or real.
That is especially potent because Tempest has all this internalized shame around nudity, propriety, appetite, and being 'too much.'
...Francesca spoke, licking her lips, watching him stroke himself idly, spreading his precum...
...“I’m disappointed, druid. I thought you’d bring that gorgeous storm sorcerer friend of yours,” she tsked at him. “That won’t do.”...
...smooth, wet, and flushed between her legs, she was already pleasuring herself in anticipation of their union—after days of heated whispers and promises to slip away from camp and relieve their shared frustrations...
...As any longtime friends who sometimes fucked would...
...“Francesca…” Halsin warned...
...she inserted him, uncaring that he was only half-hard, feigning indifference to his pleasure, when in truth, it meant everything...
...Francesca rode him vigorously, hips snapping, wet and eager from watching him pleasure himself beneath the shade of the tree. Her taking shocked his sensitive cock into hardness in an instant, giving him no time to catch up with the onslaught of sensation...
...she reached behind and squeezed his contracting, feverish balls...
...“Why haven’t you planted your seed inside her, Halsin? It’s unlike you to hesitate with your heart’s desire.”...
...“Francesca, as much as I adore that cunt of yours—ngh!—I’m warning you, don’t push this…”...
...Halsin gripped the tree roots, holding tight as Francesca, ever the unpredictable lover, increased the pace, fast and hard. Halsin’s eyes were closed, mouth slack, overwhelmed by rapture. It felt good—so good— ...
..."Perhaps I want to taste her for myself.” Francesca placed two fingers on his forehead...
...Suddenly, Halsin’s mind drifted into a shared dream—Francesca’s gift as a high elf and magic user...
...then Halsin was pulled back to reality—his hands gripping Francesca’s hips as she cried out above him. He bucked furiously, slamming into her, every hilting thrust punctuated by a slap...
...“I warned you, Francesca…” he growled, enamored by her boldness, his loins burning, on the edge...
...“Fuck yes, that’s it—unf! Think of her!”...
...she clamped down on him as Halsin thrust roughly three more times. Francesca caterwauled, coating them both in her climax...
...but before Halsin could join her, she unseated him. His cock landed heavy, steaming on his stomach...
...she kissed his shaft with her cunt, stimulating her clit, taking him in hand, coaxing his seed to spurt. It took only a moment for thick ropes of creamy cum to spill all over Halsin’s front, some of it landing on his lip. He tasted himself, his breathing labored...
