A Complicated Couple - Candicorn & CambionCat

[Candicorn]

Ember savored every moan and swear and rolling of her lover's hips. Had her mouth not been occupied, she would have smiled brilliantly at the sound of Ciaran using his native tongue. Where Ciaran saw a language that was less than useful, Ember saw a beautifully melodic indicator of her love's heightened emotions.

Ciaran's passionate and lustful plea sent a shiver up Ember's spine. She felt flushed with the warmth of passion and arousal. There was just something so primal about hearing this man, her man, say that he needed her. So much so that the attentions of her skilled mouth just weren't enough. He needed more and she was more than happy to oblige. She needed him too.

The woman pulled back, gently releasing his member from her warm, wet mouth. Graceful as ever, Ember rose from her knees. Her eyes were fixed on his. She made short work of removing the last article of clothing between the two, tossing the red panties aside. Ember still moved with all of the confidence of a woman on a mission as she moved in close. Her legs straddled his and her hands rested upon his shoulders. With their faces close enough to feel each other's breath, she positioned her hips over his. She could feel his cock's head rubbing against her wet lower lips.

It took a great deal of willpower for the elven woman not to immediately succumb to the desire they both wanted so badly. It was hard to think of anything beyond being filled with her husband and fully sharing her body with him. She would certain get that, but first, however, she wanted one more tease. Just one. She looked at him, her eyes already hooded with passion "Tell me again. Tell me you need me again" her hips rocked gently, just enough to rub against the tip of his cock, but not enough to invite it inside. She knew full well that if he wanted to Ciaran could grip her hips and pull her down into his lap, filling her instantly. It just wasn't something she would ever expect her husband to do.

 

[CambionCat]

The feeling of her moving was certainly bittersweet. He'd miss the wonderous feel of her lips, but knew passion was right around the corner. He watched her slide up, towards his lap, almost envious of her fluid motions. He sometimes wondered what Ember would do if her life was different. She'd make a beautiful dancer, and entrancing bard, any number of things. However, Ciaran determined that in each and every possibility, he was sure she'd end up his wife, there was no doubting that.

His cock throbbed, twitching slightly with excitement, glistening in the dim light of the room from her saliva. He put his hands on her hips as she straddled him, looking first into her eyes, his own red ones sparked with glee, and then down at her body. Ciaran sometimes joked that he could look over her for hours, her body, her plush lips, her beautiful yes, and always find something new, something to appreciate. This night, he took a silent note, finding the way her nipples swayed and pointed with her movement, with the positions of her arms, quite attractive.

He was prepared for her, ready as ever for her embrace, to feel her flower swallow him, to be connected with his wife, but she wanted to be a tease. He was a bit desperate, in the way only she could make him. His hands slide against her hips, he leaned in, kissing her neck, sucking, even nipping slightly.

"I need you Yliallan....I need you as much now as I needed you on the night of our wedding...." he lowered his head more, his face against her breasts, kissing, finding one of the nipples he just took not of and placing a kiss on it, before sucking. One hand remained on her hip, the other slid to her ass, gripping, he realized....he could push her down, onto him.

She'd feel it, those strong hands, pressing her down. The strength of his body, those muscles flexing, she'd feel that he was lowering her but....she'd also feel he was holding back. He could, with ease force her down, set her on his cock, take her, ravenously, greedily. He could claim her, as a husband could claim a wife, and show her the feral lust and depth of love he has for her, but....he was only suggesting, only pulling.

Ciaran, now it seemed, had a mental block more than anything else, those long years of illness still weighed heavily on him. Even now, years of taking the potions, of feeling better and better, there were days where he struggled to get up. Days where he felt tired, his body ached, nights where he would awake and know he had a fever. He always tried to hide those moments away from her, feign being fine, but he knew he could barely hide a thing from her. He knew too she understood.....

"Please Yliallan before I go mad for you...." he said from her breasts, then raised his head upwards, giving her a long, passionate kiss.

 

[Candicorn]

Ember couldn't help but love the way her husband looked at her. Like she was an oasis in the desert or a meal for a starving man. Like she was the most beautiful and desired woman in the entire world and beyond. She gazed into his ruby-colored eyes, seeing his love, his devotion, his lust, and all of the infinite reasons they were simply made for each other. In this moment she felt so incredibly certain that she would never tire of this. No matter what challenges life brought. No matter what ravishes of time came to him, she wanted to continue holding him and looking into his loving gaze.

Ciaran's words brought a satisfied smile to Ember's lips and his kisses and teasings brought a series of shivers to her body. In her aroused state, the kisses and sucking on her neck felt wonderful and passionate. The attention to the hardened nub of her nipple made her arch her back, gently moving her hips and pressing his cock head against the lips of her waiting pussy. She was largely successful at stifling her moans until Ciaran gripped her ass. A gasp followed by a soft moan escaped her mouth immediately upon feeling the hint of possessiveness from her beloved husband (not that she realized that this was what she was reacting to). Again, she was reminded of how strong he was in spite of his illness, when she felt the gentle encouragement downward from his grip.

Seeing Ciaran's head buried between her breasts as he gripped her ass, was too damn sexy for Ember to resist. She needed him. Now. And he needed her.

"I am yours, my love. Now and always" Ember kissed Ciaran back, matching his passion. Their tongues danced as the elven woman began to sink down on Ciaran's cock, following the guidance of his hands. Her lower lips were already slick and ready. They parted easily, eagerly welcoming the head of Ciaran's manhood inside. She was tight and nearly dripping wet as she continued to fill herself with her lover. Her hands found their way up to grip his shoulders as she pressed her hips down towards his, determined to take everything he had to offer. After a moment, she pulled back from the kiss in order to moan softly from the feel of being delightfully stretched to accommodate Ciaran's girth. She moaned his name softly, ecstasy already written all over her face "Ciaran... Ciarannnn"