entrancelogs | We're All Mad Here

He moved closer easily, with a practiced grace. Part the athletic skill of a swordsman, part...much more relevant practice. His hands slid to her waist, urging her still closer.

She moved closer, pressing to him and accepting his lead. Very rarely did she grant such impertinence, but it was rather fun now. Mortals were not often worthy, but this one was different.

That was definite permission. He deepened the kiss, letting his fingers slide under her blouse.

She pulled closer, shifting to remove the blouse for him.

Women of the future and their very forward ways were extremely tantalizing, though if Lilith was to be believed - and he didn't see why not, in this place - she was also ancient. She was, perhaps, the first forward woman.

That was even more alluring.

He shucked his own doublet off, casting it aside, then pulled his chemise over his head and tossed it onto the floor as well before pressing into her, urging her onto her back, his lips trailing along her neck.

She knew what she wanted and would always go forward for it. Modesty didn't matter, especially as it had never served her in the past. All that mattered was her enjoyment and right now, that meant taking this man to her bed.

Lilith grinned, giving him a tug towards the bed, stretching out for his eyes to feast on.

And he would certainly classify it as that. He takes a moment to savour the sight, then moves close again, toeing his boots off and sliding overtop of her, his lips brushing her collarbone and the crook of her neck and the base of her throat.

Her fingers ran through his hair, her body arching up into his kisses. Lilith's lips pressed to his temple and cheek, her nails gently scratching into him.

She was particularly good at tantalizing. And she was experienced. He dipped his head to take a nipple into his mouth as he worked his trousers open to shove them down his hips.

For a former priest, he was exceptionally skilled at the erotic arts. Lilith gave a small gasp at the sensation, rolling him to his back so that she may sit on him astride.

He'd been getting a lot of practice since he left the Church.

It was his turn to gasp when she rolled him over. It wasn't often that women took him in such a fashion. He slid his hands up her thighs and over her hips.

She grinned, leaning forward to kiss along his neck and shoulders. Her teeth grazing over his skin, gently sucking to leave a mark.

Her hips rolled forward, grinding against him as her hands gripped at his wrists.

His breath suddenly shallow as she takes his wrists, he doesn't struggle, curious and extremely aroused, which she can probably feel as she grinds against him. Even at times when women have straddled him, he'd never had one seek to dominate him in bed, to control the encounter so thoroughly. It was exciting.

She could see he enjoyed her control and domination. Pinning his wrists over his head, Lilith kissed over his neck and chest. With her free hand, she reached between them, teasing his arousal as she rocked her hips.

He gasped when she touched him, thrusting against her hand and arching his back as she rocked against him and moved her lips along his body.

"Lilith..." he breathed.

She nipped at his neck, giving him a squeeze. "Do you want me?" Lilith asked in a breathless whisper.

"Yes," he gasped without hesitation. It had been a while since something had turned him on quite so much.

She didn't need anymore prompting. Slowly she freed his member, shifting out of her own clothes as well. With little fanfare, she pressed him to her entrance and urged him inside.

A gasp escaped his lips as she pressed him into her, and he thrusted up to meet her as she rode him, letting her dictate the pace.

For a priest, he was extremely skilled in this art, but she wasn't about to complain. Corrupting priests was one of her favorite games. She rode him more quickly, encouraging his hands to roam over her as she moaned lightly.

His hands slid up her thighs, over her hips, along the smooth contours of her stomach to her breasts, his thumbs brushing over her nipples as he appreciated the sight to go with the sensation and the sound. The fact that she was confident to take him as she pleased was sexy, but even more so was watching her take obvious pleasure in it.

She enjoyed the feel of him, the certainty of his body. He had sinned long ago and didn't seem bothered by what she was or how she took her pleasure. He seemed to reciprocate it and add whatever desires suited him. His hands running over her made her moan, arching more into his touch. Her hips still undulating as it increased the pace.

His own moans grew louder as she drew him closer to climax and he came with a ragged cry, pushing hard up into her.

She followed a moment after, giving a sharp cry to mix with his. Her body falling limp against him as she soaked up the lust.

And there was a lot of it. He reached up and raked his fingers through her hair.

"You're...very good."

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