etrayalogs | A warrior and a rogue walk into a bar

The more he goes red, the more sounds he makes, the more she feels compelled to wrest more out of him. Who wouldn’t, feeling the little shifts in the way he breathes, the little flex of his abs as he twitches. She breaks off the kiss just to look at him, admire the way he looks when he moans.

And how delicious, to be touched too –– her nipples are hard, and his hand on her inner thigh puts a particular throb in her cunt, eager with anticipation.

“I could play with you all night, you know,” she murmurs. Her hand doesn’t stop moving; if anything, she strokes him faster. Her voice is low, sultry. This is already a game to her. “I could touch you and tease you until you can’t hold back anymore. Would you like that, Vax?”

The hand on her breast moves to wrap his arm around her and hold her close. When his forehead touches hers, she can observe every detail as he responds to her teasing. The way his brow knits slightly, or the tiny twitch of his lips when some nerve sends an extra pleasant shock through his body. All because of her.

Her words keep that blush going awhile longer. When her hand speeds up, there's a choked gasp, and his hips bob beneath her hand in response. All night? He hopes he's got the stamina for this. It's been quite some time since he's been with anyone, but he's not about to disappoint her.

"That sounds like a threat, but I like it." He jokes, trying to ease a little tension before he gets too wound up.

Another way to do that is to busy himself. His hand moves from her thigh to the place between her legs. Two fingers delicately stroke her wet folds, while a third presses between them, giving her something to grind herself against. Vax has lived as a rogue for most of his life. He can slip his fingers in and out of pockets and pick locks in the dark. Needlessly to say, he's always been good with his hands.

But I like it. She’s just drunk enough to giggle, just present enough to think that turn of phrase feels like maybe the cards could have spelled out this encounter to her. Fate is such a beautiful thing sometimes. She was supposed to see him like this, eager and enjoying himself and getting closer to making a mess between them. Her gaze is affectionate, pleased.

“So he likes threats,” she murmurs, and though her lips part to continue, a little moan slips out instead as she bears down against his fingers, grinding herself against him, as close to being in his lap as she can get while still being able to jerk him off. What was she saying? Oh. “Does he like being told what to do?”

When he left his world, Vax had come to have a new belief in fate he never had before. It was as though some things were meant to be. That his path had been determined long before he realized it, always leading him into the arms of his Matron of Death. Who's to say fate isn't involved in bringing two complete strangers together tonight? For an evening, they don't have to worry about what else fate has in store. They can simply take pleasure and comfort in each other.

Vax brushes his lips against her’s again, then smiles at the question. He is really enjoying how full of surprises she is. On a normal day, Vax is the rebel. He's not the type that always does as he is told unless it's coming from a certain place. If his friends or his sister needed something, he would be there for them. Under other circumstances? He's not law abiding.

"I would follow your orders, Sciel." The words are punctuated with a slip of his finger against her clit to send a sudden rush of pleasure through her.

Oh, she’ll be taking pleasure and comfort in him, alright.

“I thought so,” she teases breathily, just off his lips. He must like it, too, given his efforts; that touch almost knocks her off her rhythm, sending a spike of pleasure through her that has her inhaling sharply and her toes curling, her eyes fluttering closed. “You’ll come when I say you can, then.”

But it’ll be fun to push him to his limit, first.

Vax is already aching for more. The brief pause that occurs when he touches her lets him catch a quick breath and steel himself so they might drag things out. This could go on for a while, from the sounds of it, and he's not objecting to that. He's going to enjoy following her orders, and she seems to like being in charge.

"Yes. Anything you say." Vax murmurs the words against her lips, then seals their mouths together for another deep kiss. As he tastes her mouth, the top of his finger dips inside of her, moving as his tongue does. She is in command, but he's also a bit naughty.

She hears that breath and she eases her pace on him just a little, to be nice. Partially, really, because his finger pressing into her is as hot as his mouth on hers, and she’s not nearly as patient as she’d tease him into being. She shifts her hips to meet his touch, rocking to take him deeper.

He can be as naughty as he wants, anyway. It’s all fun and games.

She's being very nice to him, and he just wants to return the favor. His free arm goes around her waist as his body leans into her, urging to lie on the couch with him. Once she's resting against his side, he kisses her again and resumes the work of his hand.

The push of her hips plunges his finger deeper while his thumb rubs at her clit with each thrust. If she's gotten tired of her own fingers, she's welcome to make use of his.

Sciel lets herself follow his nudge, lounging against him and sinking right back into his kiss, his touch, all of him. She simply has to appreciate a man who doesn’t just know where the clit is, but also pays it attention. She has never found it particularly hard to make herself come, but such a thing has always been a bit of a crapshoot with partners, and that’s all the difference, isn’t it? What a pleaser.

She lets go of his cock entirely so she can better brace herself against him, rocking against him harder, unselfconsciously chasing her own pleasure now. Use him she shall.

“Add another,” she says, just off his lips, before tilting her head to kiss along his jaw again.

Perhaps being willing to take orders in the bedroom has been educational. He's just pleased if she's pleased with his work.

It's fine with Vax if she lets him simply focus on her. It feels good having her naked body pressed against him. A smile at her words and he does as she asks, slipping a second dexterous finger inside of her for her to work herself against.

Vax tilts his face to enjoy her lips against the sharp line of his jaw. He doesn't kiss her again because he wants to hear and feel her panting breath as his fingers move. With his sharp elven senses, her scent is intoxicating.

She nestles her face into the crook of his neck, kissing and nibbling at his throat as she drives herself against his fingers, again and again. He’s beautiful and battle-hardened, his skin is warm against hers, and his mercenary fingers are sturdy and strong. Across the bar, she’d watched them trace the moisture on the side of the glass, brushed his hand when passing a drink. When she glances down now, along the lengths of their bodies, she can just see the heel of his hand, the rest vanished between her legs. She hadn’t graced his fingers with the thought of riding them like this, but in here here and now, she’s thrilled.

“Oh… Vax…”

The pervasive warmth of climax builds again, coiling tighter and tighter, and she has no qualms with gradually growing louder about it, too. She gasps with every thrust until she’s crying out, letting the sound bounce around the karaoke room with abandon. She screws her eyes shut as she tumbles into the quick, shivering apex of orgasm, a final cry smothered into the side of his neck.

Vax sighs at the affection placed against his skin. When he looks down, his eyes roam her fit body and the patterns on her skin. He likes how sure of herself she is. How confident. Vax admires that trait, as he has not always felt the same way about himself in the past. But he is certain he can give her what she wants at this moment.

Hearing his name on her breathy voice sends a shiver through him. No matter how aching and eager his body is, his entire focus is on Sciel as she rushes her way to her climax. His fingers and thumb match her pace until every last thought is gone. Good thing these rooms are made to be soundproof. The sound of her cry is savored, just for him.

When the last gasp is felt against the crook of his neck, Vax smiles and tilts his face a little to look at hers. Gods, she is beautiful. Flush with heat and overcome with pleasure. His fingers withdraw with a gentle caress, still brushing against the sensitive place between her legs.

It’s nice to slowly drift back down from an orgasm while laid out on a warm body, and Sciel relishes each moment of it, sagging her full weight into him and letting her now-freed hand pet up and down his chest. Good man, indulging her this way. She shifts to meet his eyes in turn, smiling wickedly.

“You’ve been so patient,” she purrs. Even before she returns to stroking him, she can tell how worked up he still is by the throb of his pulse, right under her lips. She opens her mouth to briefly nip him there, but there’s no pressure, not enough to hurt, and she kisses the spot again right after.

Time to work him up again. Her hand drifts down, finding his cock again, and she resumes stroking him languidly.

“And you have very nice fingers, you know.”

As Sciel makes herself comfortable, Vax withdraws his hand from her legs and snags a towel from the goods on the nearby table to wipe it with. He likes getting his hands dirty, but he doesn't want a complete mess left behind.

When he looks down at her afterward, the smile on her face has him blushing again, despite what was just doing to her.

Vax quickly gasps when she returns to stroking him. He's incredibly hard now and sensitive. The little nip that goes along with it sends a shiver through him.

"Glad you liked them," he says of the compliment. "Just following your instruction."

She chuckles, and she continues to play with him, her thumb passing gently over the tip. He's this easy to make blush and she hardly knows him; she considers just what kind of colour she could get on his skin with more time. It's certainly nice to get to lay on him now, feel every little twitch and shiver vibrate through her own body.

"Oh, I know," she says, fondly. "And you're being so good, so you get to decide. Do I keep on with my hand, or something else? What about my mouth? Perhaps my thighs?"

With more time, she would probably break records for his longest blush ever. If given the opportunity, Vax would certainly like more time with her, but who knows what will happen after tonight. Maybe she'll have had her fun and not want to see him again. He wouldn't be offended or hurt, if that was the case. Vax is all too familiar with 'passing ships', but it doesn't have to be, either. Maybe that's for fate to decide.

"Oh. Um." He gets to choose? That's kind of her to welcome his preference. So far, Sciel has demonstrated what skilled hands she has. Each stroke makes him yearn for release, but she told him not to until she gives her permission, and he's trying his best to stick to that. Is she as skilled with her mouth as she is with her hand? Vax would be willing to bet good coin that she is. The thought of her hot mouth around him is enough to make him feel weak. As exquisite as that would be, he makes his choice.

"Your thighs, Sciel. Please." Much of his time in Etraya has felt quite lonely. Vax doesn't just want to be pleasured, he wants to hold her, too. Feel her warmth and her company.

She gives a contented hum and kisses his throat again, then his collarbone, and then the top of his chest as she peels herself off him, lifting herself on a hand just enough to give him space to move under her.

“Fully on your back, then,” she says.

If there’s any part of her she’s particular proud of, it’s her thighs and ass. They’re dancer’s legs, lean and toned and strong, and the conservative clothing of her time does them no favours. The average Lumièrienne hides her body away under full skirts and sweeping trousers, modest to a fault. It’s stifling, for a woman like her. Perhaps that’s why it feel so good to put them to work.

When Vax adjusts himself, she lays over him, the hand still on his cock guiding him between her thighs and trapping it there, her ankles crossed to keep the pressure snug. She gives a little contented sound for herself, too; she’s still wet, and now his prick is snug against her cunt. Could they be any closer, the whole length of their bodies pressed together, belly to belly, chest to chest?

“Tell me when you’re close,” she murmurs, and she starts to rock her hips back and forth, deliberately slow.

Vax sighs under her kisses, composing himself a little with a deep breath, since he doesn't want it to end too soon. A nod and he shifts his position slightly as they maneuver. Vax did notice how lovely her legs are, but he's not about to find a single fault in her tonight.

A slow, deep breath rises from his chest, lifting her gently and down again when he exhales. All of her skin pressing him down feels amazing. Warm. Vax puts his arms around her to hold her there, uttering a gasp when she starts to move her hips. On cue, he rocks his hips beneath her, matching her pace.

Vax knew she was wet when his fingers left her, but now he can feel her heat coating his cock, and he can't help but moan. Incredible. The half-elf tucks his chin down into her shoulder, muffling the sounds a little.

The slickness between her thighs spreads with friction, and she sets a gentle pace, more focused on getting a long, tight stroke around him than rushing him. It’s so sweet that he holds her, and that tight embrace is like a whisper, revealing just how much he needs that touch.

“There we go…” she murmurs, right into the shell of his ear, her cheek brushing his as he snuggles his face in closer to her. “Oh… I bet you’ll feel so good inside me…”

It’s a good test of patience for her, too. She can feel herself clenching on nothing with every stroke, but the tension helps make every one a little more exciting, a little more eager to push him to the edge.

A shudder rushes through him when Vax hears her words. Though he may not be inside of her, just the thought of it makes him ache even more. As the slickness between her legs spreads, it's not difficult to imagine his cock is slowly moving within her with each long stroke she delivers.

"Sciel.." Her name is breathy on his lips. Every now and again, there's an electric tingle that rushes through his body, causing his fingers to clench against her back.

The easy pace lets them draw things out and savor the contact of their bodies a little longer. "You feel.. so good." His voice is deeper with pleasure as he murmurs in her ear.

“You deserve it,” she murmurs in his ear, and she presses a kiss to the space behind it, snuggled in close as she rocks her hips. Slow and steady is the sweetest little torture. Her voice is soft. “You’ve been so patient.”

Especially after having been alone here so long. And oh, does she ever love the deep itch it scratches in her, too, to take care of someone this way. It’s never the same on her own, not without some other body throbbing and heart-thumping against hers. It makes her body relax in a way that no amount of alcohol in the world could manage, and she chases that feeling single-mindedly.

Does he deserve it? What has he accomplished in this world? No more or less than some, perhaps. He likes taking Sciel's orders, but he's not keen on doing what Aurora tells him to do. If they're going to threaten his world, he wants to fight for it. Those anxieties would plague him most nights, but it's impossible to feel that way for more than a second now. Her next movement puts it all out of his mind.

Similarly, Vax goes after that all-consuming feeling. His hips move a bit quicker as an unescapable urge starts to take over. A gentle scrape of his nails is drawn over her hips. "I'm.. getting there."

She kisses along his jaw again, feeling the way his attention slips away for a heartbeat, but then it’s back. Good. Sciel hums against his skin when she feels his nails.

What to do with him? There are so many fun options, each getting a heartbeat of its own for consideration, but she settles easy. If there’s a next time, maybe she’ll really put him through his paces. Stretch it out until he begged, just for relief that much more intense.

For now, she’ll be nice.

She shifts off him, just enough to snake a hand between them and guide his cock to her cunt. Just the head, snug against the opening, the first tight squeeze.

“Not until I say so,” she reminds him, playfully, as she drives down on him, achingly slow.

Vax already knows he's in over his head with a woman like this, but he's sure as hell enjoying it. The rogue has already been teased more than he's accustomed to, but he's determined to hold out until she tells him it's time to let go.

Without a doubt, his friend Scanlan would be envious of Vax right now. The gnome would throw himself at Sciel's feet and sing of his lust for her. All Vax can do is call her name.

"Sciel!"

A sharp gasp and his head tips back with another groan. There's a quick shudder and then.. control. Not until she says so.

He did hear her when she said he'd feel good inside of her, but for some reason, he didn't think they'd actually get to that tonight. He's going to have to last even longer than he expected, but gods, he's so hard, and her heat is enough to make him feel weak. His hands find and grip her hips as she settles down on top of him.

"Yes, Vax?" she teases, her voice breathy, a heat rolling through her skin.

She keeps working him into her, rocking in an inch, rising back off him, then back in again –– wet and hot and so tight, a little deeper each time. Her hand is still wrapped around the base of his cock, squeezing with every stroke down. Back up, belly sliding against his, and back down again on him, until she's halfway down. Her eyes flutter shut briefly; she's testing her own patience, too, every bit of friction making her toes curl.

He's got a good grip on her, too, and she thinks to tease him until he can't resist doing more than merely holding on.

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