Celebrating the Solstice: Part Two Who: Locke and Liadan What: Celebrating the Solstice Where: Liadan's room, the dorm showers When: December 22nd, 2009 (Backdated) Rating: R Status: Complete
Tight. Tight! Oh Gods, this is insane. Locke feed inch after inch of his shaft into her impossibly snug orifice. It was a complicated task, comprised mostly of 'two steps forward, one step back' mechanics, hitting a snag at the last inch and a half. "Hold on, I've an idea." He wrapped an arm around her waist and pulled her with him as he sat back, allowing gravity to assist him in his endeavor. Her dripping sex adding a continuous supply of lubrication, the task became more manageable. Locke leaned against the wall and went about his work, fondling her left breast with his left hand, moving his head under her right arm to suck her right breast and manipulated her honey pot, strumming her clit.
When the two inches or so slid into her, Liadan tilted her head back, moving her arm to give him better access to her body as she moaned. It felt so weird. So incredibly strange to be filled in this way and he seemed to be almost twice the size when he was inside her sex. She was glad that Locke wasn't trying to move within her, that he wasn't trying to thrust because she wasn't sure that she would be able to take it. Soft sounds of pleasure escaping her as she leans back more against him. She still can't move much, still can't bear to move her hips, but as his lips and hands move, her body reacts, tightening around him in small spasms.
It isn't quite enough to bring him to fruition, but it is dangerously close. Locke needed this reprieve as much as Liadan, still getting used to the difference in the two types of sex. Every spasm she creates causes his member to throb in response, maddeningly stimulated. Locke stops sucking on her breast so he can kiss her full, moaning lips, half wishing for and half hoping against the strange effect each kiss seems to have on him. He moans slightly into her mouth as his erection reacts to her embrace, squeezing her tightly to him, feeling as if he had doubled in size inside her.
Liadan kisses him back, a strange mix of docile, helplessness and submissiveness mixed with a very real, hungry, demanding need that wars within her body. She wants to ask for more, but at the same time knows that she can't handle it and she leans back more, her back to his chest as her mouth moves against his, one hand curling around the back of his neck to stroke the soft strands there. He pulses inside her and she can feel it, moaning against his lips, feeling the Kiss tugging at her, but resisting it for now. She wants more of him rather than a fast climax which renders her useless afterward.
Releasing himself from the caress of her lips, he begins at her ear, kissing, licking, sucking, nipping, moving down her jawline before stopping at her neck and sucking on it slowly, lapping it. The urge to thrust is building quickly, and Locke fears it will soon lead to unconscious bucking. His body begs him to start on the path to release, it being twice now that he's been pulled past the brink. "You must let me know," he pleads quietly, "when you're ready."
Liadan makes a soft sound of assent when he speaks, shuddering, murmuring low in his ear to let him know "Not yet. Not quite yet." The words are pulled from her with a moan as she turns her head to whisper. Closing her eyes, she feels his fingers on her, concentrating on them and on the pleasure. Ten seconds pass. Twenty and biting her lip, she leans in. "Now, Locke." She murmurs, her tongue tracing his ear ear lobe.
Locke's hands move into position, bracing her so he can pull himself out of her and thrust back in. She's relaxed enough and wet enough so he begins slowly. "Oh." He cannot manage more. This is...this...Oh. The sensation is incredible, she grasps him so tightly, milking him, tantalizing him, begging for him. And he obliges.
She moans, whispering in his ear as he slowly thrusts into her, feeling her body clench around him as her lips continue to play with his ear, nibbling and sucking on the lobe, nipping when something feels incredibly good, a gasp preceding her teeth and she writhes, not speeding up the thrusts, but shifting in a way that makes him move inside her without going any deeper as her body welcomes him.
She gyrates about him and his teeth clench. His head falls back, hitting the wall, but he doesn't notice. "Oh, Lia..." he tapers off breathlessly. He leans back as far as he can to improve his angle of penetration, but the wall hinders him. Unacceptable. He needs more of this feeling. He carries them forward into their previous position, hands on her waist, searching for that feeling.
Back on her hands and knees, Liadan uses this new position to moves against him, gyrating as best she can as she does, wanting to make him feel good, to feel incredible as she becomes more and more comfortable with the sensation of having someone buried inside this particular orifice. The way her name rolls off her tongue, cut in half sounds like a nickname she had once and creates a warm feeling inside her, making her smile as she moans, those quiet, needy sounds rolling from her tongue along with his name. "Locke!"
Every vibration, every gasp, even when she speaks, Locke can feel it, her tight hole acting as the fulcrum of her whole body. Of his whole body. He pulls out almost completely, leaving only the head of his swollen cock inside her, then buries it deep inside her. It makes a satisfying suckling sound; she is well lubricated, she is well stretched. She is wanting more. He pulls back again, driving forth once more into her determined little body.
The sounds she makes have changed, with each thrust it sounds like she's reaching for something, seeking something. A wordless noise which reflects her desire and her need as she reaches between her legs to play with herself, dipping her own finger into her wetness to circle her clit, playing with it in a way that sends those shivers through her body, small tremors that run through her entire being, knowing that because they do, they're also running through Locke's length.
With each long stoke she becomes more inviting in a way. Easier to penetrate, but still as tight and stimulating as before. No longer needing his hands to brace himself, they search Liadan's body, across her back, up and down her sides, ending with cupping her round breasts. His rhythm is back to what it was, penetrating her vaginally and he is more comfortable in his capacity, picking up speed and enjoying the feeling of his body so close to hers.
The feelings are overwhelming, her body so filled and still, an idea comes to her mind. Moving back against him, her nipples hard against his fingers and body wet, slicked with sweat, she turns her head slightly. "Locke.." She manages to say between thrusts, her words jilted by his movements. "Finger me... please... I..." She cuts off on a low moan, biting down on her bottom lip as pleasure rocks her. "I'm... okay now-- I want to be... filled compl--etely by you..."
Locke leans forward and kisses her neck, releasing her right breast and moving his hand to her tender womanhood, the slick surface so moist, he can't readily identify where his fingers are exactly for a few seconds. Finding her prize, he slides in one finger effortlessly, then second taking a touch more work, moving the third in place, behind the other two, he felt a resistance. Not yet. He sticks to two, spreading her juicy lips aside, working her insides so that she would be ready for more. Her back against his chest, he feels her every shiver and breath. His heart pounds against his chest into her, blood rushing through his veins, sweating well, the both of them. "Do you..want...more?"
She groans, moving back against his fingers, her body clenching tight around him on both fronts as she lets her body get used to him. She can feel his heartbeat, knowing that it mimics her own as she nods wordlessly for a moment before she can find her voice, her mouth made dry by desire. "Please..." His fingers inside her, his cock inside her, she'd never thought before that she could be so filled and yet, she can. Oh Lady, could she.
The ring finger slides in and immediately, he leans over to that shoulder; he will need the extra room for what he is about to do. Slowly at first, he splits his fingers and they spin and twirl in small circles, questing for that swollen lump that signifies her G-spot. It doesn't take long to find the thick bundle of nerves. Right where I left you. He smiles. His hand picks up speed, forearm tight with exertion, but it is his shoulder that is burning. The lifting, pulling and moving has taken it's toll on him and it is an effort not to fall over Liadan as he handwalks her delicate pathways.
"Ahh!" Liadan gasps, pressing herself against those fingers, her ass tightening around Locke, milking him with each touch of his fingers against her G-spot, pulling moans, their pitch becoming higher, less constrained as he moves within her. "Blessed Lady..." She calls out, the shivers starting again, her body getting pushed closer to orgasm as she feels that tightening in her stomach. "Fuck..."
He leans back to his left, resting his entire body weight on that arm as his right shoulder cannot support him and his task together anymore. Arm shaking with effort, he feels Liadan swell, almost pushing his fingers out of her body as her ass tightens around him. Soon. He sucks her earlobe. "Go ahead.." he rasps, "Let...me please you..."
"There." She whispers. "There, there, there, there, there." The tremors build to an almost unbearable point, running rampant through her body as she whimpers, a much different sound from before. Helpless, yes, but of enjoyment rather than pain as she whispers his name, tilting her head back, giving him more access to her and when orgasm hits her, it's violent and new, ravaging her body as she cries out, shaking uncontrollably, almost a spasm as she cums, the sensation seeming to flow through her entire body, right down to the tips of her toes and all she can say is his name.
It's so arousing to please her, to witness her pleasure and to hear his name as testament to his works. As she crescendos, her anus clutches him. His body is ready, long ready for release, for liberation, but his mind....he slows, frowning. "Can I..." He pauses, memories flooding back to him. "May I...finish too?'
"Locke..." Liadan turns her head slightly when he speaks, her expression soft as she nods, a soft smile on her face. "You can even finish inside me if you'd like..." Her lips part slightly, her smile widening to brilliance as she moves back against him, riding the aftershocks of her own orgasm to pleasure him.
Locke's eyes flicker, his expression wavering for a split second, before settling on that familiar cheshire grin. Crooked Warden, you are too kind. She is too kind. He kisses her delicately soft, unlike the other hungry kisses he planted on her, then puts both hands on her waist and picks up speed, slowly but surely, working like a diesel engine. Fluid, but continuous. Gentle, but unstoppable. So close. "Oh Gods....Li..."
His expression changes too quickly for her to pick anything out and all she can see is a tangled mix of emotions that she cannot pick apart. His lips on her are soft, almost unbearably gentle and it's her heart that skips a beat, her heart that reacts to that kiss rather than her body as feels a slow contentment build in her. She moves back against him, working her muscles to give him as much pleasure as she can even though she's sensitive, wanting to bring him to the same peak.
He closes his eyes, vision not necessary, possibly even hindering what he was feeling. Like an electric current running down his body, Locke felt pins and needles, move from his head and feet simultaneously, going down his back, up his legs, colliding towards his pelvis. "I'm.." he began, trembling with effort as the force shot through his body. One final thrust and he roared, convulsing, barely able to maintain balance as he emptied himself into her. He held her there for countless seconds, eyes closed, waiting for his stream to end and control to return to his limbs and sighed once he had it. He pulled himself out from her sweet body and leaned over onto her, wrapping his arms around her, keeping her there for a few seconds, before kissing her shoulder.
Liadan sighs contentedly, leaning back against him as she smiles despite the quickly becoming unpleasant feeling of having someone orgasm inside her ass. Her heart is still racing as she moves out from underneath him, lying down on the bed and stretching out sore legs as she tugs him down beside her, wrapping her arms around him again to press a soft kiss to his cheek. Happy. Incredibly so. "That was..." She searches for the word, mind slightly slow due to the pleasure that still remains, the bright and vibrant afterglow. "New..." Another pause before she continues, her voice honest and soft, her eyes closed. "I've never let anyone do that before."
Locke rested a warm hand on her thigh, sideways smile on his sideways face. "Then I hope I've given you reason to seek new experiences." He rolled on his back and cover his eyes with his hand, still smiling. "But if my attempts to please you are simply 'new' then I guess I must try harder, shan't I?"
"That's not it at all," Liadan laughs, poking at him lightly before she pushes herself up enough to see his face, simply happy to see him smiling. "I can't remember the last time I came so hard." She considers it then, thinking about it, how it had gone all the way through her and the deep languor that now sets itself in her bones. "Or if I ever had before," her voice is quieter this time, harder to hear the words although the tone is still smiling. It seems so childish, yet she's happy as she leans over him, brushing her lips lightly over his. "And I've never lost count of orgasms before in my life." Another soft laugh escapes her, eyes shining.
Locke listens and nods slowly, grinning. He uncovers his eyes and strokes Liadan's hair. "Glad I could be of service." He makes to readjust his feet, but his legs are still slow to respond. He chuckles at this private joke. "Might I suggest we lay here for a while and then relieve ourselves with a second shower? I would hate to mar your sheets with perspiration and," He ran a hand gently across the surface of her ass, "Precipitation."
Liadan makes a face at him at the idea of what he meant by the last word, but then she nods, lying back down and resting her head against his shoulder as she closes her eyes. Her body feels tender, used, as the afterglow begins to fade, the pain begins to re-emerge, but she feels content, satiated and as she lies there, she whispers under her breath in Gaelic, shivering as the spell runs through her, removing not the soreness, but the sources of it as she edges closer, comfortable, satiated and content.
Locke lies there, body resonating with soreness now that he was finally still, but he would manage. It was well worth it, if only to stay like this for a while. Work hard, play hard, rest earned. She whispered something in Gaelic and shivered, moving her glowing body towards him and he encircled her in his warmth. His back was cool as were the back of his arms as the heat rushed into his chest and into her; an amiable climate. Their silence revealed the quiet gibbering of animals, signifying the dawn and Locke smiled. His aim was to keep her up all night and he did just that.
Liadan does not know how long they lie there, her eyes closed as sleep pulls at her, beckoning her. Yet she resists, knowing that his seed inside her will be uncomfortable come morning and eventually, she stirs in his arms, reluctantly pulling away. "I need a shower," she says softly, again leaning down to kiss him, this time on the forehead, her fingers stroking lightly through his hair. "Are you coming with me?"
Locke nods, scooping her into his arms and carrying her out of the bed. "To the ends of the hall and back again." He guffaws, shaking his head at the inanity and puts her down. Wrapping a towel around his waist, he turns to see her covered, retrieving the soap and shampoo and his loins stir once more. He sighs. The promise of nudity is almost more appealing than the bare skin itself. You have a sickness. Pace yourself, young fool. Seeing her ready, he crosses the room and holds the door open. "Let us away."
She laughs, swept up in his mood and wrapped as she is in her towel, she draws all the practice of a priestess around her, turning the towel into a royal cloak in her mind. Inclining her head slightly at him, as if it were no more than her due, only her smile (a wide grin) gives away the falsity of the regal air she takes on as she brushes past him, turning once she's outside the door to let the facade fall away and taking his head, leads him to the washroom for the second time that night.
To the bathrooms, once more. Locke follows Liadan in to the same stall as before, turning on the comfortably warm water. His legs feel wobbly, but he stands straight and sure, soaping the loofah and performing his washing ritual anew. He watches the water rinse the bubbles off her soft skin and winces. Again? Sex all night and he can still manage an erection? The feat, normally seen as herculean, was almost laughable and he tried to ignore it, resistance becoming harder as she washed him. Gods, this is not funny.
She watches him get hard, laughing softly and pressing a kiss to his erection before standing and moving a little away from him to clean herself, taking the soap with her and erasing all traces of him, leaving only a lingering soreness and satisfaction, the languor still settled deep in her bones. But then, she's done and there's only... Glancing at the soap and then at her nails before frowning. For a moment, she stays silent, but then she inclines her head, looking over at him. "Locke?" She begins, her voice uncertain. "Could I trouble you for a moment?"
Locke covers his face with his hand to hide his amusement. He had wondered how she was going to remove his production from inside of her. "Anything, madam."
"Miss," she corrects automatically, more because she's focused on her predicament. "I... My nails are too long to get your semen out..." A blush rises on her cheeks, her gaze drifting to the floor before she forces herself to look at him again. "Could you use your finger to help me?"
Locke stifles a laugh. How cute. "Anything, Miss." Locke reduces himself to rest on one knee and using his right middle finger, slowly works out his mess. The task is less amusing than he had hoped, but he completes his mission and washes his hands, before returning to hold Liadan under the water. "My task complete, I think I shall--" He jumped and looked down. There stood his swollen member, forcing them apart. Locke hung his head under the stream of water, sighing heavily.
Liadan makes a face as everything is worked out of her, but then when it's done, she smiles, wrapping her arms around him only to have him pull away. He looked almost pitiful, standing there under the stream. Much like a kicked puppy in the rain and she reached up, brushing his wet hair away from his eyes as she joined him underneath the stream of water, leaning up to whisper in his ear. "Would you like to go one last time?" She murmurs, her fingers still smoothing down his hair. "I can if you'd like."
A slow smile spread across his face. Too kind. "A gift. Be it far from me to refuse." Locke pointed the shower head to the wall, so warm water ran down its surface and leaned Liadan against it. He kissed her slowly, rubbing her soft skin with his hands and slid his engorged shaft between her legs, twitching all the while.
Liadan followed, allowing him to lead as she returned his kisses, her fingers sliding up his back, over his shoulders. One hand wound into the soft strands of his hair, rubbing herself slowly against him, teasing gently. She's not wet yet, having been cleaned out, but the kisses are working their magic, stirring her blood, heating it.
His protuberance ached, harder still from whatever it was her embrace ensconced. Why does she boil my blood so? He licked her ear, tongue tracing down her neck to her collarbone where he imparted slow, wet, suckling kisses. His hand sunk under her thigh, pulling it close to him.
A soft gasp escaped her, her fingers tightening in his hair as his lips move before they begin to smooth it down again, her fingers of her other hand sliding almost lazily over his back. She wants him again, knowing that it's both the kiss and yet, it's not. While some of the physical may be driven by it, it was also driven by something else, something that she still refused to acknowledge or think about. She wraps her leg around his, balancing on her other as she continues to grind against him, slowly beginning to become wet again, feeling the liquid surging within her.
Locke felt the slickness that was not water grow between her legs and reached down to stir her with a slow finger. Removing the digit, he circled it around the head of his shaft then pushed the head into her warm slit, gradually moving the whole of his manhood into her. He was careful and unhurried as he kissed and stroked her, deliberate thrusts left with seconds between them. This feeling was a gift that, until recently, was not often returned to him and so he gave his tithe to the church of carnal pleasure, using Liadan's bedlam as a gauge, aiming to turn every sharp gasp into a soft moan.
It was amazing how she hadn't tired of him. This was the... she had lost count of the times for the night, but still she wanted him. Each time had been different as if she were seeing a different Locke who was at the core still the same person, or as if she were peeling away layers each time, only to replace some of them as her fancy struck her. Her leg tightens around him, drawing her close to him as her fingers slide slickly over his back. "Mmm..." She murmurs, leaning up to press her lips to Locke's neck, smiling into his skin as as her body welcomes him, moves against him as she moans softly.
Locke swivels his hips, rocking back and forth as he held Liadan up against the wall. She was delicious, every part of her, but his mouth always found itself wandering back to her lips and he kissed her passionately. His strokes were long and easy, almost pulling completely out of her before holstering himself back into her depth. It was a slow dance of the most tantalizing nature and he looked down to watch the show, meeting her gaze with his mischievous grin, daring her to take her pleasure from him.
Who is she to turn down a dare? To turn the other cheek was part of a religion that she knew about and followed on the surface, but the religion underneath was bloodier, the Lady as violent and ruthless as she was beatific and kind. Two sides of the same coin, Liadan had been taught when she was younger, two sides to each and every experience. Locke's mood is infectious as Liadan leans up to kiss him again, her fingers pulling him down as her leg moves to wrap around his waist, never wanting him to stray too far, to stay outside of her body for too long. Each time he sinks deep inside her, a soft sound, whether it be an inhalation of air, a moan or something that she can't quite define, escapes her. She nips at his bottom lip teasingly, her tongue moving to soothe the sting.
If she wanted more of him, she would get more and he favoured her with more of his vigour. He scoops her second leg up as well, clasping his arms underneath her for a makeshift seat and leans into her, his attack bolstered with the weight of his body. He licks and nips back at the lass, enjoying the wet noises they make where they are conjoined.
Wrapping her legs around Locke's waist, using them to move her hips against his. The slower pace allows her to add movements to the thrusts, letting him sink in and using his length to stir her sex, moaning low in her throat as her inner walls ripple around him. One arm remains around his shoulders for balance, the other reaching up behind her to press against the wall for leverage, her eyes closing as she moves against him.
She buys into Locke's slow waltz and grinds against him so he grinds back. The easy tempo allows him to match her movements effortlessly and he moves against her, prolonging their contact. He can even contract his pelvic muscles in time with their movements, causing his turgid volume to twitch in her as she thrashes around him. The last dance of the night.
So different from their hurried coupling in the limo and from the hungry couplings that had preceded it, Liadan enjoys the pace of this dance, following him, her body milking his length as she pulls him in for another kiss, languid and slow. Her body however, begins to demand more and she alters her movements slightly to accommodate it, speeding up the rhythm slightly.
So the waltz becomes a tango, their hips bonded, movements fluid. Locke feels her body hungry, the flames of desire demanding to be stoked. And only his wood would suffice. He lessens his grip slightly, allowing gravity to add to the force of their movements and relishes the messy feeling of the clean water covering them, disheveling their hair. "Mmm."
Liadan's not sure what to class this at, only that she likes it. Moaning softly, very aware of where they are and what time it is, she lets herself go, relishing the feeling of him deep inside her, pressing against her most intimate places as she reaches up with a small laugh, pushing his hair out of his eyes so she can kiss him again and again.
And the pace quickens once more, from tango to rondo. Locke vision is cleared and he sees her smile before she kisses him. He presses harder against the wall, wanting to feel her body flush against his.
Her hips move against his, her body pressed against him as she moans low in her throat. The pace is slow and Liadan lets it stay that way, focusing on the way that she moves, on how she manipulates his length inside of her body rather than thrusting. She's still sore, but as she becomes wetter, as she moves closer to that point, slowly, but insistently driven up... she begins to move faster, her movements becoming less languid even though the softness still remains. She's getting pushed closer now, higher and Liadan moans Locke's name, whispering it in his ear before she lets her tongue follow her voice, teasing his inner ear..
Dance after dance, they pick up the pace to a fox trot and he can hold on no longer. "I'm ready," he whispers.
"Close," Liadan murmurs back in reply, her breath catching in her throat as her nails dug lightly into his shoulders as her body constricts around him and she orgasms, crying out his name softly. The sound echoes throughout the washroom as Liadan throws her head back, careful not the hit the wall as she rides him, daring him to match her pleasure.
With her contractions, Locke reaches his peak and buries his head in her shoulder, stabilizing himself from falling as his legs tremble; the last dance, a shaky cha-cha. Moments of holding her close pass and his erection finally recedes, promising to smart in the morning.
Liadan's fingers move, sliding through his hair to stroke gently for a moment or two, basking in that afterglow. She murmurs something under her breath in Gaelic, pressing a kiss to Locke's hair as she tries to steady her shaky breathing.
Locke kisses the backs of her hands and releases her into the warm water.
Liadan smiles, moving to wring out her hair and after quickly cleaning herself once more. She steps out of the shower, handing a towel to Locke before she wraps one around herself and shoots him a shy smile before reaching out to take his hand if he'll let her.
Locke dries himself and wraps the towel around his waist, before looking over to Liadan's smile. Allowing his hand to be drawn away from him, he interdigitates his fingers with hers and rubs her shoulder softly. He has nothing to say, only smiles to give.
There's a warm feeling rising in her as she leads them back to her room, discarding the towel over her chair and again, going through the motions of drying out her hair. She's unashamed of her own nudity and when her hair is done, she sits on the edge of the bed and begins to braid it, her fingers moving with a practiced ease.
Locke places his towel beside hers and lotions his skin quickly. Rolling into bed, he yawns, covering his mouth with his arm and watches Liadan's fingers fly deftly over her hair. Unconsciously, his fingers twitch, mimicking the motions of the simple braid.
Liadan finishes her braid, lotioning her body as well before she slips into bed beside him and slips close to him. Her mind is tired, but she smiles as she leans up to press her lips against his cheek. "Happy Yule, Locke," she murmurs, smiling softly.
Locke wraps his arm around her, kissing her shoulder. "And a Merry Solstice to you too."
"Did you have a good one?" She asks, a teasing edge to her voice. She feels so content as she settles beside him, revelling in his warmth.
"Best I've ever had." He intones, slipping into the inescapable embrace of sleep.