Rook made a soft sound into the fervent kisses as his hands slipped easily through the folds of her scant covering, a hand moving to catch the corner of the towel tucked between her breasts before it could slip off completely. This did nothing to deter her focus, her other hand slipping into his trousers and palming his semi aroused cock, stroking along the underside, curling her fingers around the heft of him and skimming the pad of her thumb across the tip.
"I'd point out that I don't know how to swim, but...I doubt one tries to make love in deep waters." Her laugh trailed off into a soft moan, her front teeth digging into her lower lip as he shamelessly exploited her greatest weakness. Kissing her ear while rolling her nipples between his fingers was just unfair. Someday he was going to make her come without ever touching her cunt, and that was going to be a terribly embarrassing moment she would never live down.
But not this moment, gods damn it, she'd had intentions and would not be distracted. Ducking her head, she kissed the center of his chest, stepping into him until his back met the door. She let go of the tucked edge of the towel, allowing it to fall off in favor of dragging his pants the rest of the way down while she sank slowly to her knees in front of him, a wicked glint in her eyes as she looked up at him and moistened her lips with a quick sweep of her tongue. "May I?" she asked, pressing a kiss to the dip of his hip, warm breath ghosting across him intimately.
Leave it to a Crow to find any weakness to exploit and eagerly do so. Lucanis could have stayed right there, hands caressing, pinching her nipples, while his lips teased the sharp edge of her ear and bit down at the tip. But Rook did indeed have intentions that saw his lips hovering over nothing a she dipped down, the warmth of her breath and the softness of her lips drawing a moan from his throat.
Rook was beautiful in every way — whether she was flitting through the lighthouse checking on the Veilguard, or doused in blood and sweat upon the battlefield, he would always think she was the most beautiful woman in the world. Somehow, someway, seeing her sinking to her knees before him, Lucanis looked upon her like she was a goddess, even more beautiful than ever before. His breath quickened, a hand moving to card through her hair, his voice husky and his cock twitching in her grasp.
How fascinating it was to be on her knees in front of a powerful man and hearing him say Please, having him look at her like she made the sun rise every morning. She stroked her hand along the length of him slowly, from base to tip and back again, then held him steady for her slick lips to wrap around the head, her tongue to sweep across the ridge and taste him, like a kiss. She hummed and parted her lips, taking more, deeper into the tight confines of her wet, warm mouth, flattened her tongue to press against the underside. Her head bobbed slowly, settling into a steady and shallow rhythm, experimenting with light suction, swirls of her tongue and deeper pushes towards the back of her throat to see what made him groan and twitch, what made his fingers clench tighter in her hair.
Lucanis was not a particularly vocal man, but he offered enough for her to properly judge his responses. He groaned when her tongue swirled along the underside of his cock, the organ twitching in her mouth, his hips shaking as he resisted the urge to shove himself in as deep as he could and relish in the wet warmth of her throat. His fingers curled against her scalp when she moaned around him, the sound vibrating up the shaft and straight up his spine. His free hand grasped whatever solid surface he could find as he crooned out her name. "Maribel—"
Rook hummed in response to the heated, breathy way he said her name--a soft mmhmm with a playful lilt at the end, like a question, audible even with her mouth so full. And oh, was it full, her jaw stretching to the point of an ache, but she liked it. She liked the moisture gathering in the corners of her eyes, the slick mess of saliva on her chin, even the way her throat tried to constrict and deny her insistently pressing the blunt tip of his cock past its threshold. After a time, she added strokes of her hand, spreading the slickness left behind by her mouth down to the base so her fingers and palm could follow the drag of her lips and tongue along the thick length of him.
For those few moments, all Lucanis could do was moan up to the ceiling, knowing that if he looked her in the eyes while she swallowed his cock, he would lose himself immediately. He relished in the feeling; that warmth and wetness surrounding him, the tightness of her throat as she pushed him deeper and deeper. Eventually, he had to glance down again, cheeks flushed and lips parted, uttering a warning that he was close while the hand in her hair shifted down to stroke his thumb under her eye to catch a few falling tears. If she wanted to pull back, now was the time — but he suspected that was the last thing she wanted to do.
Unless he had a specific desire he wanted to express, Rook was exactly where she wanted to be: ready to feel him pulse in her mouth and spill on her tongue and to swallow him down. She had no plans to stop until she had that, looking up at him with wide hazel eyes, free hand dragging up his hip, over his torso and down his abdomen.
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"I'd point out that I don't know how to swim, but...I doubt one tries to make love in deep waters." Her laugh trailed off into a soft moan, her front teeth digging into her lower lip as he shamelessly exploited her greatest weakness. Kissing her ear while rolling her nipples between his fingers was just unfair. Someday he was going to make her come without ever touching her cunt, and that was going to be a terribly embarrassing moment she would never live down.
But not this moment, gods damn it, she'd had intentions and would not be distracted. Ducking her head, she kissed the center of his chest, stepping into him until his back met the door. She let go of the tucked edge of the towel, allowing it to fall off in favor of dragging his pants the rest of the way down while she sank slowly to her knees in front of him, a wicked glint in her eyes as she looked up at him and moistened her lips with a quick sweep of her tongue. "May I?" she asked, pressing a kiss to the dip of his hip, warm breath ghosting across him intimately.
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Rook was beautiful in every way — whether she was flitting through the lighthouse checking on the Veilguard, or doused in blood and sweat upon the battlefield, he would always think she was the most beautiful woman in the world. Somehow, someway, seeing her sinking to her knees before him, Lucanis looked upon her like she was a goddess, even more beautiful than ever before. His breath quickened, a hand moving to card through her hair, his voice husky and his cock twitching in her grasp.
"Please—" He sure wasn't going to tell her no.
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