Have i ever said how much i fucking love your nsfw tag? Nsfwarden=not safe for warden= WARDEN IS TOO PRECIOUS AND THIS THING COULD HURT MY BABY SERVERELY PLS PROTECT MY LITTLE JAILOR HE IS MORE INNOCENT THAN KEITH
[ WHOOOOOOOOOO - EEE! This took a whole long time to do, oh my sweet goodness! It was a challenge, but I fought on bravely. I restarted at one point, and I do not regret it. 1500 word drabble! Wowiee.
A smut drabble between Marie of tinyredrose and Samuel of samuel-of-mirrah, requested by one and having the permission of both.
Different from what I do, but a challenge is fun. Here ya go! ]
Neither Samuel or Marie could look at each other. There was nothing wrong with what they were doing, they knew that, but...Ah. They were still so surprised, still wondering if this was not a dream, still hesitant and worried. Worried of what? The answer did not come to either, for their minds were far too busy at the moment. Instead, Samuel simply hovered over her, his hands on both sides of her, with Marie partially covering herself, her eyes downcast.
"Marie? A-are you okay?"
She glances at him but for only a moment. She opens her mouth to speak, but no words come out. Her lips part again and again, but nothing is said. Samuel is looking at her now, concern showing on his face, his gaze having found something more important than curves.
"Marie? We do not have to do this. Its okay. Marie, its okay. Perhaps another ti -"
"Ah, no."
Rushed and sudden, two vowel spill out. Samuel does not avert his gaze, although a touch of uncertainty was now in it.
"...Mar -"
"Sa -"
The two pause, waiting for the other to continue. It repeats a few more times, words constantly tangling with each other. Finally, after another long pause, Marie speaks.
"I, I do want this, Samuel. I, I just...I..."
She chewed on her lip, eyes still looking away, while Samuel's gaze never moved. After a few moments, he opened his mouth to speak.
And it was then that soft lips came upon his, parted against his open mouth. He let out a sound in surprise, and moved towards her as she moved towards him, and their lips continued to press against each other. He hesitantly stroked her cheek with his hand, careful as if a mere touch would harm her, for she was the most beautiful being he had ever come across and he gently ran a hand over her shoulder with the admiring, gentle touch one would give to art.
A tongue poked his, then ran over it, and felt the same a moment later. A tiny moan came from Marie, and their tongues went against and around each other again and again and more and more sounds came from both of them, from one mouth into the other, a small gasp or breath the only pause.
As they grew more and more fond of the other's taste, of their sounds, they knew less and less where their hands were going. Without realizing, she ran a hand up the rough stubble of the side of his face, going up until her fingers were running through his hair, stroking and gripping with every movement in her mouth. Her other hand was on his back and holding him closer, bringing his body down until she felt his chest pushing against the blanket covering her breasts.
He ran a hand down her side, pushing down the blanket as he did so, although either of them hardly noticed. It felt the curve of her waist, and stopped at the hip to touch her arm instead. His other hand ran through her hair, strands of it in between his fingers, loving the feel of each one.
When they drew back with a pop, their breaths short and heavy, warm against the other's skin, it was only a few quiet moments before he sent his lips to her neck, drawing another small moan from her. Both her hands were in his hair now, clenching it in her fists as he delivered his soft kisses, lower and lower. He kissed her chest, brought his lips lower, kissed her breast...then pulled his head back.
Marie, whose eyes had been closed as she basked in hints at pleasure, slowly opened to see a prince with extraordinarily red cheeks. The sight brought a small smile to her face, although she too was blushing.
"Are you okay, Samuel?"
"Yes, I, uh, just...Well, this is okay, correct? You want me to touch you and, uh, kiss more, right?"
"Well, i-is it what you want?"
"Yes! Er, ah, no, I mean, uh, y-yes. Yes."
Her small smile remained as she unpropped her arms and laid back down. Samuel looked upon her, blushing even more at her now fully shown body. Licking his lips in more nervousness than desire, he slowly sent one hand to her chest. The softness of her skin still amazed him, and when he squeezed it was like gripping a cloud. A sound might have escaped her throat, and he saw that as good. He pinched her nipple, not too hard, and this time she definitely moaned. Spurred on, he bent his head down again and licked her nipple again and again, sometimes teasing it with a flick of his tongue. Marie writhed under him, and the motion of her warm body against his only made him want her to move more. Holding her breasts with both hands, he closed his lips around a nipple and sucked, which made her shake a bit. They continued, licking and sucking and moving against each other, Marie's hands constantly clenching his hair.
When his lips left to plant a kiss on her waist, one hand stayed to hold and grab her breast. His kisses went down, down, down, until she breathed heavily in anticipation. He looked down to see her legs open, with her other lips wet between them. Now as red as a tomato, he gulped and hesitantly planted a kiss on her inner thigh, waiting a moment before planting another.
Marie's breath became faster and faster, waiting for him to please her, for him to give her what she wanted. She had not admitted it, but the sight of his head between her legs was one she had imagined more than once. And now...
He threw her head back with a suddenly hitched breath. It was quick, one lick across the whole thing, but it was only the beginning. The tip of his tongue glided across her folds, it prodded at her opening, his lips grazed its outside. With each motion, with each touch, another short breath came out, and she found herself whispering "Please, please".
His tongue slithered inside and she threw her head back again, her sounds now more loud. She could feel it, ah, thick and wet within her and moving, moving, moving against every wall and prodding deeper and deeper and ah, ahhhhhh. Her hands in his hair pushed to bring his head closer, to take him, to push him in as close to hear and as deep as she could. Her body twitched and sometimes her hips bucked at the feeling, all as she let out more and more moans.
Lips pressed against hers, he moved his tongue in and out again and again while trying to touch every inch of her. He heard her noises of pleasure, and it only made him work faster. He stroked her clit with one finger, circling and pressing and moving to the sound of Marie's breaths.
And suddenly, her slim fingers in his hair pulled him back. He extended his tongue and let it run across her walls as it left, earning another buck of her hips. He looked at Marie with a bit of worry in his half-lidded, lusty eyes, as if asking if he had done something wrong.
"Samuel...hold me. Please."
His arms wrapped around her body immediately, embracing her tight. The two of them felt something long and hard pressing against Marie's opening, sliding across its wetness. Marie and Samuel looked into each other's eyes, their stares seeming as if they would never move, for if eyes are windows to the soul, why look away from a soul so beautiful? Her next words are almost breaths, two sounds that she could barely form into words.
"Sam...please."
He breaths heavily, his hot breath blowing across the nape of her neck. Then he holds her, and she holds him, their arms wrapped lovingly around each other.
Her breaths and his breaths become higher, higher, shorter until one of them moans. A pause, and then he moves back, then forward. Her body moves with his, and with each rocking motion she sighs, he moans, her breaths goes higher and his grunts and gasps become one.
In the haze of lust and pleasure and feeling, there is only one thing they can see. And it is the eyes of their lover, the eyes never leaving, the hints of a soul so radiant and beautiful that the great sun was only a spark in comparison. They looked into each other and in them, they saw beauty. And it was wonderful.
They move faster, and they hold tighter, and their breaths are shorter and louder and in those final moments of speed and noise and feeling, they hold each other as tightly as they can to know their warmth.
The moments are few. But for them, it was more than they had ever imagined knowing.
Their breaths are slow. Labored. Exhausted. Their embrace weakens, and for a while they simply lay against one another, content to hear the other breathe near them and to know that they were safe in the other's loving arms.
