etrayalogs | A warrior and a rogue walk into a bar

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.

The teasing question makes Vax laugh a little, though he's breathless. "You know what." She knows perfectly well what she's doing, which includes teasing him the way she is. Vax realizes now that Sciel is trouble, but the best kind.

Bit by bit, his cock inches deeper with every movement, but it's so slow, it's starting to make him want to squirm.

She said not to come, but she didn't forbid other actions. The next time she moves, his hips rock upward to meet her as his hands apply a bit of pressure down on her hips. It's not cheating, right? He's just moving things along.

Ooh, he’s impatient. Sciel lets out a sharp moan as he goes deeper than she’d expected, the head of his cock dragging up against all the good spots in her; it has her back arching and her body buzzing and a flush flooding her chest. The hand around his cock glides out of the way so she can settle herself all the way down on him, nice and snug, dragging in a breath as she does so.

“So impatient!” she scolds, but she can’t keep how pleased she is out of her voice, and she rocks forward to grind on him. “Was I not going fast enough for you?”

Vax is glad she's not upset at him for taking a little initiative, though she's still clearly in charge tonight. As Sciel seats herself fully on top of him, Vax groans again, deep, with a soft, lusty growl at the end.

The half-elf sits up, just enough to be face to face with her. "Can you blame me? You're irresistible." As she grinds down against him, Vax sighs and tilts his face in to kiss her.

Her hands drift up his sides as he sits up, moaning as the angle of their bodies shifts with the change in position. It’s a lot more work to ride him, upright like this, but she’s just drunk enough to not care how much of a burn it’ll put in her thighs. It’ll be a souvenir in the morning.

“Flatterer,” she croons, letting him catch her in that kiss, her hands continuing to drift up until they’re on his pecs. “Chase the feeling, Vax. As hard as you like.”

Vax won't let her do all the work alone. As their bodies settle into each other, his hands wrap down beneath her ass, helping her to lift a little as she grinds down on top of him. His own body rocks beneath hers, giving a push of his hips up and into her.

"Fuck." The word comes out as a gasp as she encourages him, and he picks up the pace, going after that exquisite sensation of something building between them. He knows he shouldn't rush it, since he has to wait for her, but it's hard not to want it.

It’s hard to kiss when he thrusts into her like that, but she lingers close anyway, lips just off his, breathing his air, the tip of her nose bumping against his. His eyes are so beautiful, and her hands go right up his chest to the sides of his neck, where can cradle his jaw with her thumbs. He fucks up into her like he wants to go so much faster, and she admires his restraint even when her greedy pussy wants to grip every stroke.

“I want to watch you, just like this…” she murmurs. “When you come.”

Kissing her is a thrill, but like this, he's happy just to feel her warm breath on his face and the sound of her voice so close to his ear. His arms cradle her, so her chest leans into his once her hands have moved up from there.

He likes looking into her eyes. They remind him of the soft undergrowth of the forest where the young ferns grow and make a perfect place for him to rest his head. Or the way the light filters through the canopy of the leaves during the earliest hours of the morning. His own are dark, a contrast to hers, and clouded with desire for her, but underneath that are eyes that reveal a gentle humor and a tender heart.

"Is that.. permission?" Because he's not sure how much more of this he can take. Vax has been teetering on the edge for some time now.

Oh, he’s so tender; what a joy to fuck someone so soft-hearted and eager to please, to meet his loneliness with the warmth of her body and the press of skin to skin. It’s so good to take care of someone, too, as much of a turn on as the plunge of his cock into her.

She kisses the corner of his mouth, chest pillowing against his as she continues to ride him. She nods, subtle but there, and murmurs: “Yes. Come for me, mon loup.”

When he holds her, moves with her, she can sense that he needs her. Not just to get his own pleasure out of her, but to feel connected to someone else, at least for a moment. Sciel might be having her fun and enjoy teasing him, but Vax knows he's quite lucky to meet someone like her, since he's been feeling lower than usual lately. Maybe fate was kind to him for once.

His eyes open to slivers. He doesn't know what the affectionate word means in her language, but he heard the part that was said before it.

Below, his hands squeeze her rear and the pace picks up, moving her with a new urgency on top of him. His hips thrust beneath her, galloping after that barely contained need that's racing through his body. Then with a rush of pleasure, Vax moans into her neck, his body shuddering against hers with his release, pulsing within as his hands move up her back to clasp her to him.

There he goes. She slows her own pace gently as he comes, coming to a complete standstill as she settles into his arms and lets him hold her, blanketing him with her body. She folds her arms around his neck to cradle his head to her in turn, a contented sigh slipping out of her. He’s so warm. She loves that feeling, him alive and breathing under her, spent after a long battle, still snug up inside her.

“There you go,” she murmurs, feeling his heartbeat against her breast. Her own is pounding, but it settles as she holds him.

Vax drops back, taking her with him as the moment winds down. She can feel his deep breaths from the rise and fall of his chest beneath her; his heart starting to slow from the rapid beat moments ago.

Lying there, basking in it, he's aware of every sensation and point of contact between their bodies. Her doting words bring a fresh blush to his face, and he tilts his head just enough to look at her. As he eases his grip around her body, one hand strokes at her hair, brushing it back and over her shoulder.

Words? What are words. His glassy eyes mean he's not thinking much. He just feels so good.

A little giggle slips out of her as he slumps, her weight settling on him once more. She lets herself relax over him, still gently thrumming, and she briefly closes her eyes as she enjoys the quiet pleasure of being pressed up against him. When he turns his face to her, she meets him there too, the hand on the side of his neck moving to stroke at his cheek with her thumb.

At this point, if he stopped blushing she’d worry about his heart stopping. Her face is a little flushed too, albeit from exertion more than anything. Her smile is beatific.

“Are you alright?” she asks, with gentle concern.

Vax turns an even brighter red when she asks that question. "Y-yeah. Of course." He's just a bit out of breath and trying to sound cool about it. He's probably failing.

"Um." A blink and he remembers to get his shit together. "Are you?" He doesn't want her to be sore or anything. She may be gorgeous and athletic, but that was quite a ride she gave him.

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Oh, he’s so cute. Sciel decides she’s going to lounge on him until someone’s feet go numb.

“Never better.”

Time will tell, but between the adrenaline and the alcohol, any burn in her thighs or soreness in her cunt is firmly is tomorrow’s problem. For now, she just grins.

Even if he goes numb, he's not going to move first.

When he sees her grin, a brighter smile appears on his face. "Good." Vax has no regrets about this, and he doesn't want her to, either. Not even after the booze wears off. He's feeling sober now, too.

With a sigh, he rests his head back against the seat cushion of the couch. "That was a hell of an introduction." A soft laugh follows.

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