She strokes him agonizingly slowly, cool lips continuing to nibble at his neck. When he moves so does she; sadly she slips the hand away but she draws a long leg over him instead, settling with a gasp as the chill of her thighs meet the heat of his hips, and other points nudge against much warmer ones. Knocking on heaven's door, Tony.
"--Mmmn--a-ah!" When the shock wears off a little, she gives another salacious smile down to him. "So, it seems that you like it when I take charge..."
Holy crap, that - the difference, that's a lot different, being enveloped within it, being surrounded by it, and she's not the only one who meets the position with a gasp. Going from hot to cold, pretty much just as shocking.
The smile is met with a look of his own and he rolls his hips before answering. "Seems I do. What ever will you do with such information." Honestly as long as she starts to move here soon he really isn't that fussed; anything beyond that would just be a big bonus.
She shudders as he rolls his hips, and leans down with her nose close to his.
"...use it mercilessly."
It would have been a good idea for her to mention her shadow conjuration abilities before, but what's the fun in that? Her smile turns a little sharper and she snaps with her fingers, and the next thing Tony knows something black and filmy-yet-strong curls from among the cushions and wraps around his wrists, holding them securely.
Meanwhile her own fingers gently rake down his chest again as she rolls her hips back and then against his, her chill sinking down around his heated shaft a little deeper with every motion.
See and her words, the proximity, that's just promising, right there, and he grins a bit and starts to lean up to close the distance and kiss her again, but doesn't quite make it. Suddenly being secured to the mound of pillows wasn't quite something he was expecting - he's not against the idea at all, no, but without warning it's still a little surprising. He looks at one wrist, then the other, pulls at the restraints to test them, and then looks back at her with a grin similar to the one he gave her earlier.
"Knew I liked you." There isn't much he can do from this position aside from angle his hips, roll with or against her for added sensation, and he's definitely doing both of those, even though between the temperature difference, the way those fingers down his chest feel and how she feels all around him, on top of him, cool and like frostbite.
She gives a quiet laugh, gripping the cut grooves of his hips and pulling herself down hard onto his heat and gasping at the bolt of searing pleasure it sends up her spine. Again, and again, and more, building up a rhythm, unable to stop even if she wanted now.
Her head falls back as she moves, hroaty moans and a quietly hissed string of syllables coming from her that's probably a curse... well, had they been in english.
He doesn't even really care that whatever she just said wasn't in English. Half the shit people say during sex doesn't make sense, in or without the language, and he's pretty good at picking out the underlying emotion in them and responding to that instead. That is, when he can respond. Again, he's a little limited right now, but being open like this for someone, doing what he can from this position, that's more than good. He's making noises of his own, a grunt every time she slams home, deeper and deeper it feels like even though he knows that's impossible. Groan when she pulls away, even if it is just to come right back.
She lowers herself against him, kissing his lips hard, mewling as her breasts and body cooly slide along his body with each rock against him. Those blue runes scrawled along her body, leg, ears, arms... are they getting brighter? She gently bites at his lower lip, clutching the cushions more tightly where she holds herself up.
God, she's so good. She's so chill, and tight around him, and biting at him, he's pulling at the restraints with the desire to touch her, to trace those runes with his tongue and learn what they mean. Right now though, all he can do is make noises of pleased approval, changing the angle of his hips to see if that makes things any better.
With the last shudder, his straps had shifted. Her concentration wavering. Now when he angles himself that way he hits something and she lets out a cry of startled delight, shadow-straps loosening even more.
He notices when the restraints become loose, when they fall away completely at his tugging, and after that cry, the way she looks and feels right now. Beautiful. He uses his newly freed arms to wrap around her a little bit and quickly roll them over, suddenly no longer simply able to rock his hips for her, but control the entire rate and speed of the totality of movements. A hand planted in the pillows either side of her, he lifts himself up enough to get a good rhythm going, initially pulling nearly all the way out of her before sliding back home.
She makes a noise of surprise when he pulls free, and then a low squeak on impact with the pillows, her hair flapping to the side in one lovely bronze-red wave. She certainly doesn't mind this new development, in fact this is the best idea he's had so far. Her legs twine around him, one arm over his shoulders.
"Nnmhm, Tony--"
Whatever else she was going to say is lost in a moan as his heat drives into her again, her chilled body rising to meet his.
The noise makes him smile, even while the shift in everything makes him gasp with the change - the new angle, the new weight, the new control. He exercises a little more of that, one hand slipping under her back to support her enough to ease them into a tighter fit, closer together without losing the range of movement.
"Come on, god," because that's excellent, just like that, with the legs and the arm and the chill.
Her fingers dig lightly into his back and she moves with him, panting against his temple, her body tightening around him. Those etched lines on her skin are practically lighting up the room, now. She's getting close, very close... She moves her head and her lips take his greedily now, a sound of building heat behind them.
dude that was like maybe a day and a half you are totally fine
He's probably going to have more questions about what those lines are after they're finished, but for the moment he's kind of distracted. Thinking with something else entirely, a little smaller, a little lower, just as well supplied with blood and indecent intentions. He kisses her back with whatever amount of concentration he doesn't need to keep the rhythm going, only faltering a little as he also draws up closer, towards an end.
Her head falls back and she rocks up against him in a last cool undulating wave of blue skin before he tips her over the edge with a shiver and a scream that echoes in the chamber. Her sex is shivering tight around him, her legs pulling down hard, and small black jolts of discharged power move between her skin and the metal embedded in his chest.
((Harmlessly I might add, though you can make up a nifty effect if you like. Best it can be described as is that Dark Energy stuff scientists are so excited about.))
So many things to ask her about later, supposing they manage a conversation at all afterwards anyway. Granted, languages aren't really his thing sometimes, not specifically, and it's been pretty well established that she isn't anywhere within his normal range of experience. Maybe not so much asking. Casual inquiry.
Maybe, because that's a pretty good argument for just not caring either way, as she rocks up and he pushes down, a few more thrusts before he falls with her, the slight buzz of energy hitting him at the core wherever the warmth of the action isn't covering already.
She shivers when she feels him climax, clutching him nearly hard enough to break the skin. Soon the pulses and shudders subside, and as her breath comes back to her she leans back against the cushions again, panting, runes luminescent.
"Mmmmah..." Is all she can manage with a low, delicious giggle of afterglow.
It takes a little while before he starts to think in earnest again, coming back to himself propped over her, breathing calming, the heat from his skin soaking in the coolness from hers even still - an interesting feeling right now, since usually after sex it's really just all shades of hot. Nice hot, a very specific kind of good hot, but hot. There's something to be said for cool sex.
He shifts a little, rolls onto his side next to her instead after a long moment, head propped up on one hand and the other reaching out to slowly trace over some of those luminescent runes.
She shifts a little under that tracing finger, still sensitive and enjoying the touch. The skin itself doesn't feel particularly different aside from her coolness, but she's still pretty luminescent. "Mmhmn, oh really? Almost lost your words, did you?"
"Almost. Trust me, that's a difficulty. Where do these all come from?"
Okay, so, maybe not quite so speechless, but it was a nice few seconds, anyway. Definitely a level of eptitude most people don't quite reach, so, you know, asspats and everything. Kudos and brownie points.
"They come as our power grows." She replies, tracing a finger along one of the lines on her arms.
"They're rare, but the more powerful Twili have them. Having runes on your arm, hand, leg... those are status and power in my world." But she has them on every extremity. Even glowing faint stripes on tips of her ears, he'll notice now that clarity is returning to them. "Now... where does this come from?"
Gesturing to the still-glowing blue circle on his chest.
He listens to this, still tracing them, letting the information hit him and soaking it in. And observing all of these aspects.
So before he attends to her question, he'll get to his own: "But you have them everywhere. Did I just fuck a princess or something? I mean, it was that good, so I'd believe it, but it's still something that ought to be settled."
She laughs. No dark chuckle this time, an actual mirthful laugh like he's just told a very funny joke, as she drapes over his chest again, face close to his, lips in a wide smile.
She figured he would be. Really it's a technical title, as she has no place to rule over at the moment. But still, there's something so amusing about seeing a man react to it.
"My people, the Twili. For now, I'm stuck out here, until I can get back. My world was sealed off. How I got HERE, is... well, it's a long story."
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"--Mmmn--a-ah!" When the shock wears off a little, she gives another salacious smile down to him. "So, it seems that you like it when I take charge..."
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The smile is met with a look of his own and he rolls his hips before answering. "Seems I do. What ever will you do with such information." Honestly as long as she starts to move here soon he really isn't that fussed; anything beyond that would just be a big bonus.
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"...use it mercilessly."
It would have been a good idea for her to mention her shadow conjuration abilities before, but what's the fun in that? Her smile turns a little sharper and she snaps with her fingers, and the next thing Tony knows something black and filmy-yet-strong curls from among the cushions and wraps around his wrists, holding them securely.
Meanwhile her own fingers gently rake down his chest again as she rolls her hips back and then against his, her chill sinking down around his heated shaft a little deeper with every motion.
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"Knew I liked you." There isn't much he can do from this position aside from angle his hips, roll with or against her for added sensation, and he's definitely doing both of those, even though between the temperature difference, the way those fingers down his chest feel and how she feels all around him, on top of him, cool and like frostbite.
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Her head falls back as she moves, hroaty moans and a quietly hissed string of syllables coming from her that's probably a curse... well, had they been in english.
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Now's your chance to turn the tables, Tony...
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"Nnmhm, Tony--"
Whatever else she was going to say is lost in a moan as his heat drives into her again, her chilled body rising to meet his.
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"Come on, god," because that's excellent, just like that, with the legs and the arm and the chill.
OH MY GOD sorry I completely lost the notif.
dude that was like maybe a day and a half you are totally fine
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"Toh saetae, kin'nas, kin'aidlai-- D-dont stop nnnnh yes, yes AAH--"
Her head falls back and she rocks up against him in a last cool undulating wave of blue skin before he tips her over the edge with a shiver and a scream that echoes in the chamber. Her sex is shivering tight around him, her legs pulling down hard, and small black jolts of discharged power move between her skin and the metal embedded in his chest.
((Harmlessly I might add, though you can make up a nifty effect if you like. Best it can be described as is that Dark Energy stuff scientists are so excited about.))
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Maybe, because that's a pretty good argument for just not caring either way, as she rocks up and he pushes down, a few more thrusts before he falls with her, the slight buzz of energy hitting him at the core wherever the warmth of the action isn't covering already.
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"Mmmmah..." Is all she can manage with a low, delicious giggle of afterglow.
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He shifts a little, rolls onto his side next to her instead after a long moment, head propped up on one hand and the other reaching out to slowly trace over some of those luminescent runes.
"Just what I was about to say."
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Okay, so, maybe not quite so speechless, but it was a nice few seconds, anyway. Definitely a level of eptitude most people don't quite reach, so, you know, asspats and everything. Kudos and brownie points.
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"They're rare, but the more powerful Twili have them. Having runes on your arm, hand, leg... those are status and power in my world." But she has them on every extremity. Even glowing faint stripes on tips of her ears, he'll notice now that clarity is returning to them. "Now... where does this come from?"
Gesturing to the still-glowing blue circle on his chest.
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So before he attends to her question, he'll get to his own: "But you have them everywhere. Did I just fuck a princess or something? I mean, it was that good, so I'd believe it, but it's still something that ought to be settled."
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"It just so happens... you did."
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"It was my pleasure, definitely. Princess of what?"
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"My people, the Twili. For now, I'm stuck out here, until I can get back. My world was sealed off. How I got HERE, is... well, it's a long story."
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