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Oestrus Perturbatio	By : Rhondda Category: S through Z > Tin Man Views: 1733 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 1
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DG stood on unsteady legs. A part of her wanted to run. A much greater part of her held her there as Cain got up as well and stood before her.
She'd never seen his eyes the color they were now. She'd seen them stormy; mostly grey, icy blue-grey, a pale blue that were unlike any other eyes she'd seen. But now they were dark blue, like the curious color that usually just ringed his irises. His pupils were dilated, shrinking the paler color, giving the illusion of greater darkness.
Swallowing around a lump of nervousness, she couldn't look away from his eyes. Looking for his words to be true, trying to quell her own damning doubts. God, but he had a way of looking at you, of trapping you with his eyes. Last she had felt that particular gaze was right before heading into the witch's tower.
He stood before her and his hands were at her shoulders. His palms swept down her arms to her elbows and back up. His touch was exciting every cell, searing her where it swept and leaving a tingling, pleasant chill in its wake. And he was only stroking her arms. The fact that he hadn't looked away from her eyes seemed to enhance the sensation.
She'd dreamed about him, fantasized. She was in love with him, yes, but the physical draw was always there. The dream of what contact might be was something hugs only hinted at. He'd affect her, but would it be like this if she weren't so inflamed by the spell? Would she feel like this without the curse?
"What do you need right now?" He tilted his head a bit, intent on her answer.
"You. Everything. Anything," DG panted out, her voice husky with need. She had no room for anything but honesty at the moment.
"Everything and anything is quite a lot, princess." There was a small smile.
"I'm craving quite a lot right now, Tin Man." The attempt at humor fell short in the truth of it.
He nodded. "Can't have that."
His enticing mouth was on hers again. His arms winding round her and pulling her close. Her own arms wrapping around him to hold on against the feeling. She needed to feel his body, sturdy, hard, overwhelmingly physical, molded against hers. The heat coming from him seeped into the burn she was already feeling to help her go up in flames.
His mouth was sinful, somehow both aggressive and coaxing. His kiss conveyed a possessiveness that seemed intent to prove that he really did love her, that he did want this. His tongue teased hers, as fierce and carnal, as devouring as the kiss was, he didn't just plunge in carelessly. The kiss was soul searing, yet he teased and tormented with his tongue.
She couldn't think, only feel his hard solidness against her, to revel in the dark, rich taste of his mouth's sensual assault. A fiery ache zinged through her nerve endings, flaying them with the pleasure tinged with a tiny ping of pain. She was lost, and Cain was there to guide her.
She was seduced into languor for a few moments. But the hunger wouldn't allow her passivity. She wanted to crawl up him like a tree. However; nothing was going to work with these clothes.
She pushed him away slightly with a low growl. Her hands attacked the buttons of his shirt, frantic to get to the skin underneath.
She was gratified to see he was breathing fast as well. He may not be under a spell, but he did want her. Had he really wanted her before this damn affliction? Maybe it was just the fact that a man was turned on by any woman throwing herself at him.
He had grabbed hold of the bottom of her tee and was peeling it up and off her. She was frustrated that she had to give up the buttons for the moment it took to raise her arms. Her inhibitions had flown with the new rising tide.
When she freed him from his shirt, DG's hands flew to Cain's chest. On the other side she'd always been attracted to slender boys with little to no chest hair. Cain was nothing like her 'type'. He was solidly built, wide shouldered, powerful. She could see him on a football team. Her fingers burrowed through his soft blond chest hair, flicking over his nipples. Now he groaned, and his mouth attacked her neck.
She laved at the hollow of his throat, savoring the salty flavor of pure Cain. Her fingernails raked down his sides and he shivered. She smiled against his skin. She had done that. She'd made Cain shiver.
His hands were flowing over her back now, moving lower to cup her bottom, kneading the roundness he found there. She bucked forward, feeling the hardness under the material of his pants. She needed that, needed him inside her. Her hands began to unfasten the impediment.
Then he was lifting her, with his hands on her buttocks. She wrapped her legs around him on instinct.
"Not fair." She ground out.
"That's life." He turned and lowered her onto the bed.
He kissed her again, but it was fleeting as he traced along her jaw with his lips. He slid his tongue over the outer edge of her ear before taking the lobe in his mouth.
"Please…" She clutched at his shoulders, trying to keep him right there. His hips ground against hers. He was teasing her with his erection, making her feel it but denying it to her. It was cruel. So she ground back, trying to make him feel some measure of the frustration she was experiencing. Maybe even push him past the point where he could deny her.
"Please what?" He found the place just behind her earlobe and from the mewl she made he paid particular attention to it. His teeth scraping over the tender spot, his tongue soothing it.
"You know what. Cain, I need this. I need you." The back of her head slammed against the mattress.
"You have me." He kissed along her throat, across both sides of her collar bones.
Not how she had wanted him. No sweeping her off her feet, as juvenile as that fantasy had been. Hell, no romance at all. But then, this wasn't about romance.
She ran her calves against the back of his legs, wanting him anyway. His pants were not helping things.
He continued to kiss and lick his way between her breasts, dragging himself down her body, letting her feel the contrast of the angles and planes of his form as opposed to the soft curves of her own, the rasp of hair roughened skin against her sensitized flesh. The sensations were killing her and she wriggled, rubbing against him as well. She was determined to give as good as she got.
"Well I want you inside me, damn you." Her breath hitched as his mouth began working some unholy enchantment on her breast, working over every inch except the peak.
"Eventually." His hot tongue drew lazy circles around her areola.
"Bastard." She hissed, her hands going to his head as she pressed up towards his mouth. She did not need this additional torment. She was already being shoved into hard arousal.
"That's not my name." His words were spoken just above her breast, his breath flowing over her aching nipple. She looked down at him, his blue eyes were peering back.

DG was flushed a pleasing shade of pink over her face, neck and shoulders; fading only near the middle of her delectable breasts. Her skin was heated under his lips, silken smooth and flavored with the salty edge of sweat and the tang of arousal.
Her hands tried to control his movements, guide his mouth as she pressed up with yearning. He wasn't inclined to rush this. If he was going to do this, make this commitment no matter the circumstance, he was going to do it right, damn it. DG was frantic for the destination, while he intended for them to both to revel in the road to it.
He'd admitted to himself, and now to her, that he'd wanted this. He may have suppressed it, but he had imagined this. He'd had dreams he banished. DG deserved better then a quick tumble by way of introduction to him as a lover. Hell, he deserved better.
Her skin was soft as he traced the faint blue path of a vein under that warm satin. The underside of her breast was the texture of flower petals as he nuzzled with his nose while pressing open mouthed kisses to the sweet crease where breast and ribs met.
Cain felt the pleasure borne of savoring DG's body. Of learning and cataloguing every reaction. It didn't matter if her senses were heightened, the places that drew the most reaction would still be the most sensitive once the curse was banished.
Since he wasn't about to walk away with a hug and a 'see you down the road' once this affliction was over, he made sure to take note. He planned on reenacting this when magic wasn't involved. At least not literal magic.
She was lovely, enticing and aggressively eager. How much of that aggression was usual for her, how much was the curse? He felt a gut punch of anger that he wasn't experiencing the real DG, that her reactions, while not feigned, were forced by something other than attraction and her own desires.
But he wouldn't be here at this moment if it weren't for that fact.
It was something he couldn't change now. However; it didn't stop him from feeling that they were both being cheated of some of the honesty of intimacy.
He silently vowed he would have some of that, some sense of the tender closeness granted to lovers. He didn't want them to distance themselves from this. This couldn't be only about a dark hex. Forced situation it may be, but both of them were stronger than that. He had to make this about them, for both their sakes.
He watched the rosy pink of her nipple pebble, the tight nub seeking attention. His mouth watered, wanting to pay proper tribute to the wonder that was a woman's breast. His DG's especially.
He blew across the sensitive flesh, "Say my name."
"Cain," she was whimpering.
His blunt, callused forefinger danced delicately around the opposite nipple, deliberately adding to the ache.
He'd already told her to call him Wyatt. He'd never had anyone call him by his last name in bed, and it wasn't going to start now. Intimacy. It was part of this.
"My name, DG." He brushed the tip of his nose against the hard tip he had blown across while tickling the back of his fingers against the underside of the other sweet rise of flesh.
"Tin Man." She pushed her hips up to rub her damp panties and seeking wetness against his stomach. Tormenting him in turn.
There she was, the real DG. Brat.
"Say it, Deej." One brush of a finger, barely there, over the puckered tip.
"Wyatt, stop teasing." She snapped.
Hearing the magic word he sprang, his mouth latching on to the heated bud before him. He curled his tongue around the tip, pressing it against the roof of his mouth before savoring the rich taste, feeling the elemental pull. His fingers found the other peak and gave it a light pinch before rubbing his palm over the nubbin.
DG gave a cry, and her nails dug into his scalp as she bucked up once more.
His blood ran hot and thick through his veins. He wanted her and his body was giving its demands. His erection was trapped, held tight in his pants, and he shifted for some friction against the suede. It had been a long time for him, however; he'd made sure he wasn't going to act like some randy teenager before he entered this room.
Making sure to pay equal homage to her other breast he then began pressing his mouth along her ribs. Exploring every inch, taking in every freckle, each texture.
DG was shifting restlessly and her growling was sexy as hell. "You know what I need, so give it to me already. I know you're man enough."
He smirked against her fevered skin as he circled her navel with his nose, his hands holding her hips down to keep her in place.
"I told you I'm not going to be just a body here, darlin'. Thanks for the confidence in me, though." He dipped his tongue into the small hollow and he had to press down to keep her from arching off the bed again. "Just lie back and let me make you come."
Her whimper was just as arousing as her growl.
He bought relief for her with every orgasm. She'd have a couple of hours of peace once they'd made love. By doing this, he was getting a bit more of the real DG when they came together.
She was gorgeous, from head to toe. She was small, but far from fragile. She had proven she could handle more than most people.
He didn't want her to have to. Cain did need to protect her. That protectiveness had once stemmed from duty, but had become personal, integral. Part of that was due to the emotions he'd been avoiding. And a small part of that protectiveness had led him here. A small part. It had led to the other reasons, to tenderness and love. They were the real motive.
He took a moment to peel off those too small panties, but returned to lavishing attention on her soft abdomen, nipping along her hip.
"You're evil. I can't take much more."
"Now, being called evil in bed is a high compliment, you know." He guided her to hook a knee over each of his shoulders.
"Um, Cain… no one's ever… you don't have to…" She stiffened under his hands.
"Oh no you don't. I've been wondering what you taste like for a while now." He was glad he was already flushed, it hid the blush he was sure would have colored him otherwise. Admitting that was not the easiest thing. But there would be only truth here with them. "You're gonna like this."
Her moving from frustrated aggression to this fearful nervousness was adorable. She was here with him now, the real DG. Nervous, but honest.
Cain lightly stroked the crease of her thighs, soothing her while he admired the view before him.
Her dark curls were sparse and trimmed to a neat strip. He wasn't going to ask, but the imagination ran a little wild at how she achieved that. He carefully spread her open with his thumbs then found himself fighting off her hands as she batted at him.
"Nothing to see down there." She squeaked. He had to smile at her flustered face. She was embarrassed of her own body? There was no need for it. "Get back up here and make love to me."
"I plan on it. But there's more than one way to make love." He began to apply himself to prove his words. He ran the flat of his tongue from the bottom of her folds up to flick her clit. He happened to enjoy this particular activity. The fragrance and sweetness of a woman was a natural aphrodisiac.
He wanted her, even like this, cursed as she was. His own need a traitorous thing, starting to slither out of his control. Shouldn't he have to work harder, to concentrate to feel this? Shouldn't the fact that DG was under a compulsion dampen his own desire?
She smelled like heaven and tasted like sex itself, smoky and sweet. He had to reach down to press himself against the rough edge of his zipper. He undid the top button and eased an inch of the zip down to relieve some of the tight confinement.
His fingers, lips and tongue experienced the heat she was giving off. He kissed his way around her nether lips before opening her once more.
"You're beautiful. Everywhere, DG."
She was a furnace, already so swollen and aroused. Her flesh deep pinks and reds. He delved in, more than willing to enjoy her flavor. His tongue danced and coaxed as his thumb softly stroked that fine line between her valley to the dark pucker below. He traced sonnets against her entrance as he devoured her. He wrapped an arm around her, splaying a hand on her abdomen to help still the circles she was making with her hips. He couldn't tell if she was trying to escape his onslaught or seeking more. But this was to be on his terms.
He pressed a finger into her as he lapped circles around the turgid, reddened nub of her pleasure. She was so excited it peeked out, demanding attention. He pressed his fingers up against that one spot as he latched his lips around her flicking his tongue over that succulent bud.
DG was already trembling, gasping, the hands that had been trying to deter him were trying to fist in his hair now.
He pulled back a bit. "That's it, darlin', come for me."
He moved to take that little nubbin of nerves and suckled as his fingers rubbed upward within her. With a keening sound she clamped down, her thighs quivering against him as her inner walls pulsed, squeezing his fingers rhythmically.
It took all he had not to come, himself, from the feel of her, the sound of her.
When she at last began to relax, Cain allowed her legs to drop limply, her feet touching the ground.
He stood and looked her over. DG was spread out, half on the bed, limp and breathing hard. Her gasping did marvelous things to her enticing breasts. Her sky blue eyes were heavy lidded as she looked at him.
"Okay. You win. You can do that again whenever the spirit moves you." She smiled for him.
"I'll take you up on that." Cain smirked, wiping his forearm across his mouth and chin.
DG licked her lips, and he couldn't help but imagine them wrapped around him.
"I think you'll need to be further on the bed, sweetheart." He finished unzipping his pants and sat beside DG to remove them at last.
He needed her, and soon. His cock was so hard it ached. He took himself in hand and gave himself two slow strokes, eyes falling closed.
He felt the bed shift, and DG's breasts were pressing into his back. One of her hands had moved around to stroke his chest and abdomen, while the other traced down his arm.
"Holy shit, that's hot." She breathed in his ear. The start she gave against him the moment the words were out of her mouth made him think she had not intended to voice that thought.
She didn't stop running her hand over him, however, or resting her chin against his shoulder.
For the first time he began to wonder if he'd survive this. Because she was definitely killing him.
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