[ In fairness, two nights ago she let him melt her into a puddle -- actually ]
Use your Bond, hm? [ She wants to feel what he's feeling, what she's doing to him. (It's probably fairly obvious; even so.) ] And then I'll be nice. [ Nicer, anyway. ]
[ While he considers that, the pad of her finger continues its sweet torment. ]
[His feelings flood into her, anticipation entwined with need. The desire to submit to her completely, to be filled with her, to worship her as a queen.
And the desire to be fucked hard and fast. That's also pretty high up there.]
Better. [ Much. She leans down to kiss him, swirling with amusement and coquettish possessiveness, bordering on overbearing. Her kiss, though, is deceptively simple, mainly she wanted to be good and close when her slick finger slips inside him. ]
[ Hard and fast is the plan, but not yet. First, her emotions neatly convey, she intends to toy with him a little more, get a feel for where to aim that toy when she's ready for it, her fingers being far more dexterous. But also -- the beaming intensity of her love for him is never far from the fore, and she doesn't want even the slightest chance of hurting him. There's an order to these things. ]
[He feels her love for him, her desire to keep from hurting him as she spreads him open, and his love and affection for her swells in return. She's as wonderful as always, and he trusts her completely.]
-I'll try to be patient. [She just makes him desperate and wanting, so really, who's to blame here.]
[ Another little kiss on his mouth, and then moving over his jaw and down his neck as her second finger slides in and her hand starts moving. Slow and deliberate, both for teasing purposes and because she's subtly shifting with each little push, different angles and pressure and twitches of her fingertips, to find where is best for him. Once he starts writhing, he'll feel a swell of domineering lust from her, and looming impish delight. Just finding out how best to tease you, sir. ]
[It'll be obvious when she finds it. It would be obvious even without the sudden spike of pleasure from their Bond, because Doctor cries out, trembling all over.]
[ Mmm, there we go. The spike of satisfaction through the bond is sharp enough to hurt just a little, accompanied by a pang of -- yearning? Wishing, in a nostalgic sense. Nebulous instinct that wants her natural abilities back as this would be a good use of them. Read: in canon she can sex-swap, alas for this place and the man spread out below her. ]
[ A few quicker, harder movements aimed right where he needs them, and then -- backing off a little, a bit shallower, a bit gentler, a hint off target. She hums against his neck, amusement and pleasure pulsing through the bond as her fingers withdraw and she peels away from him, reluctantly. ]
[note to self: if there's ever a canon powers on event we know what to do
It takes Doctor a moment, dazed as he is, but he dutifully turns himself over, face pressed against the pillow. There's anticipation, but also a bit of shyness - obviously they've never done it from quite this position before, and he likes to see her face.]
[ Feeling his shyness, she drapes over him to nip at the shell of his ear, while her hands are busy. She finds the position undeniably appealing, perhaps that will help. ] You'll get more used to it. I don't intend for this to be the only time.
[ A thread of dissatisfaction forms, and before he can wonder what it means she tells him. ] Hmm, it needs warming up. [ The toy, she means. Then, a flash of mirth. ] I suppose there's one rather obvious way I could do that.
[ She waits to see if he has any emotional response to that suggestion. Would he want this inside him after it's been inside her? While she waits, her re-slicked fingers slide into him again, wasting no time going right for where he'll enjoy it most. ]
[ He can doubtless feel her smiling against his ear, but she also huffs a tiny laugh. ] Next time, then.
[ With that she shifts her weight, and there's a ripple of pleasure through the bond and she sighs against him, moving just a bit, in time with the motions of her fingers which move faster to ensure she's distracting him at least as much as herself. ]
[ The next sound she makes is sharper, louder. Yes, warming up nicely. ]
[ A bit of the point, yep. But she does hum in his ear with a warm, breathy tone, followed by a gasp. Her fingers twitch inside him, wanting to curl. ] Another next time. Whatever you'd like to watch.
[ He'll feel a bit of her reluctance as she lifts off him, withdraws her fingers, slides the toy out of her and replaces it with the egg-shaped one, which buzzes a bit as she turns on the vibrating function. Another wave of pleasure through the bond, and then the well-warmed and -slicked tip presses into him, slowly, one of her hands gripping his hip and the other sliding up his back to slip around his chest and pull herself down against him. She kisses between his shoulder blades as a bit of impatience flits around her head, quickly tossed aside -- some things can't be rushed. ]
[Doctor keeps himself relaxed as she slowly pushes inside of him, shivering at the sensation. He feels full, and full of her specifically, a dull ache.]
[ But despite the flash of indignance she can't help but doesn't especially like, she does as requested, using her grip and hold on him to yank him closer, good and rough. Her strength makes it not any strain at all. ]
[ There's a jolt of pleasure through her as well, from both his response and what that movement did to the vibrating toy inside her. So she does it again, gliding back and slamming forward against him. He said 'until I can't walk' and she has the strength for it, so she uses it to the fullest, holding back just enough not to really hurt him. ]
[ And she's panting a bit herself; damn, that little egg is her new best friend. ]
[He's certainly loud, louder than usual. It's new and intense and overwhelming and everything he'd asked for. He whimpers and moans and grips onto the sheets for dear life, close to tearing them and not at all in a state to worry about that now. The bond is a steady buildup of want, need, more, yes.]
[ Not so shy anymore, hm? Good. It won't do at all for him to be self-conscious about asking for what he wants. (She thought without any irony whatsoever despite knowing that she'll never in a thousand years ask him for what part of her wants most, but she has others for those outlets and could live without it entirely without sacrificing very much.) ]
[ Her end of the bond projects a greedy satisfaction, and more than a little pleasure from her which is equally due to his reaction and the vibration. Normally this is where she might slow down just a hint, tease, and the thought is there -- but no, she wants him to surrender to her completely. She uses her leverage and strength to yank him against her, again and again, as hard as she dares and with increasing speed. ]
[Self-consciousness is far from his mind at the moment. Everything is except for white hot pleasure and heat and her. If he did have a clear head, he might be embarrassed about how quickly his body is careening toward a climax, but he can't possibly care about that right now.
He moans louder with every thrust, dangling on the precipice. All he needs is one final push.]
[ Too many impulses flit through her mind to properly follow, many of them distasteful -- ways she could hurt and kill him from this posture among the dissonant chorus, a consequence of her domineering nature unfortunately -- but some are pleasing enough. One of them she embraces, pounces on, wrapping him in her arms so she's gripping his shoulders underhand, her breaths short and humid between his shoulder blades. Leverage that, combined with her strength, should be effective indeed. ]
[ Outshining the dizzying whirl caused by her instinct is her love for him, clear and resonant, a single silver note among the clutter. Knowing he's enjoying himself delights her, all she wants is to make him happy, and her one regret is that she can't kiss him from this position. ]
[That's more than good enough. He comes hard, louder than she's heard him before, pleasure flooding his mind until there's no room for anything else through their link.
He pants, struggling to catch his breath after something that intense.]
[ She keeps moving while he rides it through, nuzzling at the crook of his shoulder and stilling when he relaxes. Then she slips away, removing the toy and sending it onto the floor along with the rumpled blanket that was beneath him which she gently tugs from under his knees. Cleaning happens later, fortunately she's used to blood getting everywhere so she's well prepared. A clean, soft blanket is draped over him before she slides onto the mattress beside him, and if he'd like to collapse she'll gladly catch him. ]
[ Through the bond there was an initial rush of preening gratification, and then just before she lifted off of him a flash of uncertainty. Inadequacy mingling in, because she's clearly not enough for him as she is, and there are others who can give him that feeling without resorting to a box of plastic. It only lasts for a moment before she breaks physical contact to juggle logistical matters, and by the way she smiles at him it's clear that she's trying not to dwell on it. ]
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Re: Day 513, late evening
Date: Nov. 28th, 2022 05:23 am (UTC)Use your Bond, hm? [ She wants to feel what he's feeling, what she's doing to him. (It's probably fairly obvious; even so.) ] And then I'll be nice. [ Nicer, anyway. ]
[ While he considers that, the pad of her finger continues its sweet torment. ]
Re: Day 513, late evening
Date: Nov. 28th, 2022 10:28 pm (UTC)And the desire to be fucked hard and fast. That's also pretty high up there.]
Better?
Re: Day 513, late evening
Date: Nov. 28th, 2022 11:04 pm (UTC)[ Hard and fast is the plan, but not yet. First, her emotions neatly convey, she intends to toy with him a little more, get a feel for where to aim that toy when she's ready for it, her fingers being far more dexterous. But also -- the beaming intensity of her love for him is never far from the fore, and she doesn't want even the slightest chance of hurting him. There's an order to these things. ]
Re: Day 513, late evening
Date: Nov. 29th, 2022 05:20 pm (UTC)-I'll try to be patient. [She just makes him desperate and wanting, so really, who's to blame here.]
Re: Day 513, late evening
Date: Nov. 29th, 2022 05:34 pm (UTC)[ Another little kiss on his mouth, and then moving over his jaw and down his neck as her second finger slides in and her hand starts moving. Slow and deliberate, both for teasing purposes and because she's subtly shifting with each little push, different angles and pressure and twitches of her fingertips, to find where is best for him. Once he starts writhing, he'll feel a swell of domineering lust from her, and looming impish delight. Just finding out how best to tease you, sir. ]
Re: Day 513, late evening
Date: Nov. 29th, 2022 07:30 pm (UTC)There, that's-
[Perfect, again, please.]
Re: Day 513, late evening
Date: Nov. 29th, 2022 07:42 pm (UTC)Read: in canon she can sex-swap, alas for this place and the man spread out below her.][ A few quicker, harder movements aimed right where he needs them, and then -- backing off a little, a bit shallower, a bit gentler, a hint off target. She hums against his neck, amusement and pleasure pulsing through the bond as her fingers withdraw and she peels away from him, reluctantly. ]
Turn over.
Re: Day 513, late evening
Date: Nov. 30th, 2022 03:04 am (UTC)It takes Doctor a moment, dazed as he is, but he dutifully turns himself over, face pressed against the pillow. There's anticipation, but also a bit of shyness - obviously they've never done it from quite this position before, and he likes to see her face.]
Re: Day 513, late evening
Date: Nov. 30th, 2022 03:20 am (UTC)[ A thread of dissatisfaction forms, and before he can wonder what it means she tells him. ] Hmm, it needs warming up. [ The toy, she means. Then, a flash of mirth. ] I suppose there's one rather obvious way I could do that.
[ She waits to see if he has any emotional response to that suggestion. Would he want this inside him after it's been inside her? While she waits, her re-slicked fingers slide into him again, wasting no time going right for where he'll enjoy it most. ]
Re: Day 513, late evening
Date: Nov. 30th, 2022 03:23 am (UTC)I suppose, ah- that would be efficient- Though perhaps next time you could use my mouth?
[He would not be against her fucking his face, not in the slightest.]
Re: Day 513, late evening
Date: Nov. 30th, 2022 03:31 am (UTC)[ With that she shifts her weight, and there's a ripple of pleasure through the bond and she sighs against him, moving just a bit, in time with the motions of her fingers which move faster to ensure she's distracting him at least as much as herself. ]
[ The next sound she makes is sharper, louder. Yes, warming up nicely. ]
Re: Day 513, late evening
Date: Nov. 30th, 2022 03:40 am (UTC)[that was probably the point but still]
Re: Day 513, late evening
Date: Nov. 30th, 2022 03:56 am (UTC)[ He'll feel a bit of her reluctance as she lifts off him, withdraws her fingers, slides the toy out of her and replaces it with the egg-shaped one, which buzzes a bit as she turns on the vibrating function. Another wave of pleasure through the bond, and then the well-warmed and -slicked tip presses into him, slowly, one of her hands gripping his hip and the other sliding up his back to slip around his chest and pull herself down against him. She kisses between his shoulder blades as a bit of impatience flits around her head, quickly tossed aside -- some things can't be rushed. ]
Re: Day 513, late evening
Date: Nov. 30th, 2022 04:07 am (UTC)Y-you can move, I'm alright.
Re: Day 513, late evening
Date: Nov. 30th, 2022 04:11 am (UTC)[ Notably, she spends a good moment rolling her hips rather than pulling back. Her flexibility used to its fullest, giving him a good stretch. ]
Like that?
Re: Day 513, late evening
Date: Nov. 30th, 2022 04:12 am (UTC)[Harder is what he actually meant, but that's more difficult to say out loud.]
Re: Day 513, late evening
Date: Nov. 30th, 2022 04:15 am (UTC)[ But despite the flash of indignance she can't help but doesn't especially like, she does as requested, using her grip and hold on him to yank him closer, good and rough. Her strength makes it not any strain at all. ]
Re: Day 513, late evening
Date: Nov. 30th, 2022 04:18 am (UTC)[His toes curl, his pulse quickening with the pleasure spreading through his body.
Pure need entwined with rising heat floods their connection.]
Re: Day 513, late evening
Date: Nov. 30th, 2022 04:27 am (UTC)[ And she's panting a bit herself; damn, that little egg is her new best friend. ]
Re: Day 513, late evening
Date: Dec. 5th, 2022 12:09 am (UTC)[He's certainly loud, louder than usual. It's new and intense and overwhelming and everything he'd asked for. He whimpers and moans and grips onto the sheets for dear life, close to tearing them and not at all in a state to worry about that now. The bond is a steady buildup of want, need, more, yes.]
Re: Day 513, late evening
Date: Dec. 5th, 2022 01:23 am (UTC)[ Her end of the bond projects a greedy satisfaction, and more than a little pleasure from her which is equally due to his reaction and the vibration. Normally this is where she might slow down just a hint, tease, and the thought is there -- but no, she wants him to surrender to her completely. She uses her leverage and strength to yank him against her, again and again, as hard as she dares and with increasing speed. ]
Re: Day 513, late evening
Date: Dec. 9th, 2022 10:46 am (UTC)He moans louder with every thrust, dangling on the precipice. All he needs is one final push.]
Re: Day 513, late evening
Date: Dec. 10th, 2022 10:12 pm (UTC)[ Outshining the dizzying whirl caused by her instinct is her love for him, clear and resonant, a single silver note among the clutter. Knowing he's enjoying himself delights her, all she wants is to make him happy, and her one regret is that she can't kiss him from this position. ]
Re: Day 513, late evening
Date: Dec. 14th, 2022 10:34 pm (UTC)[That's more than good enough. He comes hard, louder than she's heard him before, pleasure flooding his mind until there's no room for anything else through their link.
He pants, struggling to catch his breath after something that intense.]
Re: Day 513, late evening
Date: Dec. 20th, 2022 03:26 am (UTC)[ Through the bond there was an initial rush of preening gratification, and then just before she lifted off of him a flash of uncertainty. Inadequacy mingling in, because she's clearly not enough for him as she is, and there are others who can give him that feeling without resorting to a box of plastic. It only lasts for a moment before she breaks physical contact to juggle logistical matters, and by the way she smiles at him it's clear that she's trying not to dwell on it. ]
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