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[ He leans into it, grateful to have her respond so well to what little he can offer her compared to the pleasure and awe-inspiring presence of her powers. His left hand slides down her body, rounding those warm damp curves as he kisses her. When she pulls back he leaves his hand there, spread wide over the softness of her backside. ]

Gilia, can I.. [ He shifts his weight, his hard dick bumping and sliding a little over her hip. ]

[Each kiss is careful, nibbled like a secret against his lips, a soft warm touch. Not that half madness of before but, deliberately learning and remembering how to touch him. Careful fingers that brush like she holds something so precious.

That she lowers, to his hip. Tentatively and so very meticulous she curls those so delicate fingers around his cock. Balling the water around the her fingers again to begin to massage up and down his length. Still letting the tip bob against her hip to keep him braced. ]

Yes. Gently. I came here to tend you, not hurt you further. Slowly. We'd best not open your wound again.

Edited (bad sentence structure oop) 2021-01-29 14:37 (UTC)

[ He lets out a breath against her mouth as she slides her hand down, taking him into her gentle grip at first, then the rolling massage of the water that seems to be designed to drag out that tension enough that his legs almost buckle underneath him. ]

Ah, Gilia -- [ His hand tightens over her ass, digging into her soft curves. ] Don't stop. Please.

[ She cannot hold his weight exactly, but she leans in, kissing him just as slowly, just as carefully. Letting him ease into it. Take all the tension out of him. Long, slow strokes from tip to base again and again. ]

I've got you.

[ The water trickles, warms and runs over him the same way as she had the rest. ]

[ He kisses her back, as softly as he can at first, though the hunger and urgency is starting to build. His right hand comes up to gently cradle the back of her head, the warm wet stone huge against her.

The slow strokes are simultaneously everything he wants and not enough, teasing the edge of bringing him to release, the rumbling pressure of the water moving over him a sensation that's almost overstimulating. He rocks his hips forward into those long strokes, seeking more as beads of pre-come thicken the water running off his dick, his left hand sliding down her backside and between her legs, blunt fingertips rubbing up into that soft cleft between her cheeks. ]

[ How odd it felt to be cradled so carefully by something that could crush her like a butterfly, and yet to feel so much control, as she felt him tremble under each careful stroke and touch of her fingers. But still, she felt no fear of him. Feeling that strange mix of his pre-come and water that she cleans away each time she runs over him. Speeding up, little by little, but never too much. Not yet, at least. Easing him along as gently as possible. A slow control she maintains as best she can.

At least until he finds her with his own hand. She pauses in a stolen breath. Back arching up into him as her leg lifts to allow him to reach her easier. Her eyes slipped shut as she gasps, inhaling against his lips, her arm tightening around his shoulders to not slip. Rocking back in the same encouragement, that builds so readily, and perhaps it's just the memory of the last time, but the croon on her lips is as sweet, if not quite so mad. ] My Prince.

[ That burning image of his crown, that she croons sweetly into his mouth. Not in mockery or even adulation, but wrapped and safe and loving, so very, very loving in the way she was always falling into. ]

[ She tastes like sea salt against his lips, bright and sweet as she takes a breath. His fingertips slip through wetness far silkier than water, easing against the heat of her folds, sliding over her rather than pushing into her body. It's a tease and a way to focus all at the same time, making him want to be inside her, but giving him something else to think about besides the growing urgency low in the pit of his stomach.

He makes a soft noise at her choice of endearment, denial rising automatically into his mind, though something about it feels right when she says it, almost acceptable. ]

My queen. [ His voice is low as he recalls that encounter too, rolling himself into the grip of her powers. ]

[She hums against his mouth. It felt - right. Content. Something she could only share with him, when she had learned to hide so much of herself, no less before as since being here. He would not fear her, and he did not quiet her. A happiness she smiles into his lips, eager, still.

That as they find rhythm against each other, she only wants more. He is one of the most painfully handsome men she's ever met. How often she thought about him, wanted him. No less that she could not be as open with it as so many others.

That when she catches her breath, pulls back, she sighs, kissing his jaw, then lower down his throat. Wondering and savouring and enjoying each sound he made for want of more. ] You're so beautiful. [ Meant it, so completely. Perhaps her own naivety, but she felt no shame in the truth as she saw it. ]

[ It's a difficult truth to accept, even from her, though she's perhaps one of the very few he can endure it from. Beauty has always felt like something delicate, fragile, not for the likes of him, when he finds himself breaking things just by leaning on them too hard. Beauty is in the soft curves under his fingertips, the golden hair collecting the steam of the shower and the smell of sun-warmed oceans rising around them.

As she moves down with her kisses he tilts his head back a little, accepting it with a sigh, though his hand stays between her legs, moving gently over her clit, but more meaningfully with each passing moment. ]

Gilia. [ He sighs her name. Not the titles, or endearments, but the whole of her as he sees her, the goddess and the woman. ] I want you.

Then take me. [ She holds her lips on his neck as she shapes the words on his throat. ] I am yours. I want you too.

[ She slides down his body, kissing and gently nipping as she goes. Lathing her tongue over his nipple, the cut of his defined his muscles as she goes to her knees.

Then pauses to kiss across his hips, lapping at the water on his skin with a satisfying whisper at the taste of his skin mingling with it. Taking her time, here and there, before with her eyes looking up, watching him, she opens her mouth and begins to close her mouth around the tip of his cock. He's far, far too much for her to take easily when she was still learning how to do this. But she had certainly gave it a try. Sinking down and down until she felt him at the back of her throat, to close her fingers around the rest of him as she gently began to bob her head over him. ]

Gilia -- ah. [ Her name gets an extra hitch in it as she moves against him. He lets her, not only because it feels good to have her mouth on him, but because he doesn't want to deny her what she wants. His right hand seeks the wall behind him, a flat steadying pressure under the hot thunder of the water.

He watches her sink down to her knees, guessing what she wants to do, and part of him wants to reassure her that she doesn't have to try, doesn't have to do this if she doesn't want to, but it feels so damn good, and before he can warn her off she's already parting those beautiful lips around the head of him. A groan rises up out of him as she takes him carefully into her mouth, a heat greater than the shower around them, and he fights to stay still, to let her do all of the manoeuvring around him. It's difficult, though, especially as he starts to feel those rings of muscle around him, watching her take him as deep as she can. ]

That feels so good. [ He brushes the fingers of his left hand over her cheek, then lets his touch drift to the sea wrack and foam of her hair, sinking into it just to have a point of contact, not to control her movements. His head tips back, water sheeting down over the side of his face. ] Ah, don't stop.

[ If there is a more perfect, gratifying sight, she could hardly name it. To pleasure him, to watch his powerful body shudder and shiver under the touch of her tongue, the heat of her mouth. Yes, she has to hastily swallow down, as quickly as she can, to stop from choking on the sheer size of him.

But was that not half the joy of it, really? Hearing the rattle of his breath, the shudder of her name on his lips where he sounds so lost except for her guidance. That sweet pull of fingers in her hair. The rough grate of his voice. Filling her head, her senses and good sense. She truly cannot take all of him, but she wants to. Too eager, and glad to do it, that she pushes up a little better, her tongue lathing against the underside of his cock, as she pulls back and sinks back to take a quicker pace. Her free hand balancing on his hip. That even if it gets the better of him enough to move back against her mouth, she does not relent until it near chokes her. Pulling back, eagerly dragging her tongue against her bottom lip before she moves back to him.

When she has to finally break to take a breath, she moves up, cradling his cock gently against his chest as she takes heaving breathes against his hip, kissing and nuzzling him lovingly. Tilting her head up to look at him with her eyes bright, a clearer, sharper blue in the torrent of her powers, that come up to the surface and make her churn that little bit wild. ] You... you can come... in my mouth? If you want? I do not mind it. I enjoy it? I like it when men... if that is not too much to assume?

[ She sinks her teeth into her lip, in a shy trepidation. Unaware of how it sounds, but she is so earnest. But he is such a gentleman to her, she thinks he would not if she did not say so.

But something about this always, always makes her feel so drunk in a powerful way. ]

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