Cubefall with Emcee

[thewidewideworld]

Sinric's room is much as it was last time Emcee visited, although the bar has kindly upgraded the size of his bed to a queen to fit this rather larger body.

The only thing out of place is a rather ornate Sino court costume, stuffed unceremoniously into a chest in the corner, the fine silk crushed.

Sinric ignores it, rather pointedly and offers Emcee his hand. "Would you like a drink? I've grown rather fond of the mead the Northmen favour."

He feels strangely nervous and unsure.

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[i_am_your_host]

"Gladly," she says warmly, leaning against him just enough to press his cock between their bodies. She then takes one of his hands and leads him to the bed, urging him to sit back against the headboard amongst the pillows.

[thewidewideworld]

The press of her warm body against him, against the burning spear of hi manhood makes him gasp, momentarily too overwhelmed by the sensation to understand her urging towards the bed.

Is this why men are often so eager? The sensation, the want is blinding.

But he accepted her lead and sits on the bed, the silk coverlet cool and soft against his skin.

"Emcee." That single word is heavy with desire and helpless gratitude as he pulls her gently to join him.

[i_am_your_host]

She climbs onto the bed and straddles him, at the very top of his thighs, her own warm and wet flesh aching to connect with him. And in this position, facing each other while sitting up, they can fully explore each other however they like.

"How does this feel?" she murmurs just above a whisper as she begins to touch and caress his balls with warm, delicate fingers.

[thewidewideworld]

"Warm, strange." Especially having balls, "Powerful... intoxicating."

His large hands find her waist, sweeping up slowly to her ribs. He hesitates, just below the curves of her breasts. "May I... I want very much to kiss your chest."

[i_am_your_host]

She arches her back as his hands sweep up her sides. And she sits prettily with her shoulders straight, presenting her breasts to him.

"I would like it very much if you did," she murmurs in a velvety voice, her gaze landing on his lips.

[thewidewideworld]

He cups her close and leans in to press the bow of his lips to the upper curve of her breast, then the lower curve. He looks up at Emcee, making sure he's doing right as he takes a warm nipple between his lips, teasing with the tip of his tongue.

[i_am_your_host]

She tips her head back a bit and exhales a sigh at the touch of his warm lips, moaning softly when he teases her nipple. Her thighs spread wider on his lap in a not-so-subtle reaction, and she lifts a hand to comb through Sinric's golden mane.

[thewidewideworld]

Sinric groans as the wet heat on her against his skin makes him vibrate with hardness. He lavishes her breasts with kisses and links, suckling softly in the ways he finds pleasurable.

But it's the other part he's not use to- the way his stones ache with need, the way his manhood thrums and leaks. He wants that heat. Wants to be inside her, greedy and lustful. "Emcee... I... I need you."

[i_am_your_host]

She moans louder as he indulges himself, and she cups his head in her hands, keeping him close and pressing her breasts against his mouth.

"Mmm, yes, darling," she sighs lustfully, "I need you, too."

She takes his hands and places them on her hips.

"I want you to see what you can do with your body..."

Grasping his shoulders, she shifts forward to slowly grind her hot, wet flesh against the base of his impressively solid cock.

[thewidewideworld]

Instinct cuts across Sinric's uncertainty and he surges with desire at the hear of her. Without thought, he lifts her by the waist, burning manhood hungry to enter her.

He catches himself before he dives in too hastily, but sliding into her deeply.

[i_am_your_host]

She gasps with eagerness when he takes hold of her and lifts her. Bracing herself on his shoulders, she sinks down onto his cock as he rises, completely enveloping him.

With a shaky sigh, she closes her eyes for a moment to relish the sensation. She can almost feel his pulse throbbing inside her, a powerful heat. Her thighs tremble, squeezing around him.

[thewidewideworld]

He moans something between a blessing and a curse in Greek, shaking with the abrupt heat of her.

He pulls her into a rough and needy kiss, hips already moving in jerking thrusts.

[i_am_your_host]

She's pulled into the kiss and she almost laughs with joy against his lips as he begins to thrust into her. She would tell him to slow down or he might expend himself too soon -- but she has no doubts about his being able to do it again. And possibly a few more times throughout the night.

Deepening the kiss, she rocks her hips downward, and moans into his mouth.

[thewidewideworld]

He moans her name, between thrusts, between kisses. His hands rove up to cup her breasts, her shoulders, stroking back her hair as he at last find the control to slow his thrusts to something more steady and less desperate. "Emcee... so good."

[i_am_your_host]

She lets him find his own pace in everything, from his kisses to his touches, to eventually his thrusts. And she enjoys every moment of it.

"You feel wonderful, darling," she moans dreamily.

She rewards him with kisses along his jaw, sharper and more square, and down his throat, thicker with tougher sinews. Running her hands down his torso, she indulges in the movement of his muscles as he thrusts into her.

[thewidewideworld]

He tilts his head back, gasping softly as his thrusts grow urgent to her touch. "You...you're so warm...so-" he groans, unable to vocalise, he's so overwhelmed.

[i_am_your_host]

As she rides him with deep passes of her hips, she skates her lips over his throat until she reaches his ear.

"So wet," she whispers, a hot hiss of breath against his ear.

"This is what you do to me... The sight of you, the feel of you--" She moans as she clenches around him.

[thewidewideworld]

He jerks and gasps, driven on her words.

Unable to keep himself under control any longer, he grips her waist and rolls them over, pinning her under him as he thrusts. This is so much, so different to anything he's ever felt.

[i_am_your_host]

She utters a cry of joyful surprise when he flips them over, and she eagerly grins up at him, laughter on her breath.

She wants him to let himself go. She wants his instincts to take over. She just wants him.

Arching under his body, she presses her breasts against his chest and skates her hands down the slope of his muscular back. She indulges his thrusts, writhing with pleasure at being overpowered by him.

[ooc: oops, sorry, totally missed this one!]

[thewidewideworld]

The laughs is reassuring as he bends to kiss her neck.

His body seems so sure of what it desires and he doesn't trouble to fight it, thrusting deep and steady. She feels so warm under him, so joyful and lithe and wonderful.

{ooc: I'd forgotten all about it too.}

[i_am_your_host]

She begins to rock her hips in counterpoint to his, squeezing his cock, milking it, wanting to make him feel everything there is to feel. She shifts her legs against his, skimming her toes along the backs of his calves.

With his hair falling in a golden curtain around their faces, she tips her chin up to kiss him.

[thewidewideworld]

He hisses, the rhythm of his thrusts shuddering with increasing need as her passions work on him. "You know the way of this... far better than I." He mutters between kisses, breathing roughly. "I fear I will fall-"

[i_am_your_host]

"I've had practice," she murmurs smilingly through their kisses.

She rubs her thighs against his hips, lifting her knees so that she takes him in deeper. And she very much enjoys feeling him touch her innermost parts. She gasps, a mewling whimper escaping her.

"Then fall, darling--" A moan overcomes her, as she presses her body to his and clutches at his shoulders. "I will fall with you..."

[thewidewideworld]

"I desire... your pleasure." The change of angle makes him moan, feeding his own need as well as hers. He can't wait, no more than he could command the stars.

He falls with a shudder and a groan, feeling his seed rush from him like an arrow from a bow.

[i_am_your_host]

She can feel the tension in his muscles, his body clamoring for release as much as hers, and when he comes, she gasps and cries out, throwing her head back into the pillow. Her trembling thighs clench around him, as if capturing the moment in him.

And then, she goes nearly limp, melting underneath his body.