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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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In her sleep DG chewed lightly on her lip. He wanted to trace the spot with his tongue. He wanted to feel those lips wrapped around him. He felt himself stirring at the idea. That sweet, hot mouth taking him in…
But this wasn't the time for that. It wouldn't end the curse to have him spend himself in her mouth, or on her creamy skin. It was something to be explored later.
Cain's hand moved to stroke down her back, lingering on that spot close to the spine, just above the curve of her ass. Her breath hitched. He was learning the map of DG.
Her eyes fluttered open.
"Hey there, princess." He felt the corner of his mouth curl up a bit.
"Hey." She seemed trapped by his gaze, her eyes drawn to his.
"You okay?" His arched brow indicated he already knew the answer.
"I'm fine." She insisted, her eyes still locked with his. "A little um… but that could just be the fact that there's a gorgeous, naked man wrapped around me with his hand on my ass."
"Ah. Some ego stroking." He felt the chuckle rumble in his chest.
"Not all I could be stroking." He gasped at her hot little hand wrapped around him, her thumb circling the tip of his half hard shaft, sending the blood thundering to rectify the slight, making him grow in her grip, only adding to the pleasure. She eased on the pressure until she was stroking feather light, her palm ghosting over him.
How she could move from shy to temptress was amazing. Was it a trait of her own? It had to be, as she was hardly too far gone into the curse this time.
DG's nipples had pebbled and were pushing into his chest. Weaving his fingers into the silk of her hair his mouth claimed hers once again. He couldn't even think beyond the succulent taste and hot glory of her mouth and the sweet slide of her hand.
Then there was the enticing feel of her smooth legs tangled with his.
Cain rolled onto his back, dragging her with him. He immediately mourned the loss of her hand as her palm moved up to his ribcage to brace herself. Tearing her mouth away from his she looked down at him with passion-glazed eyes while her hair tickled his cheeks.
"You're feeling a little… um?" He felt her panting breath on his face and found himself opening his mouth just a bit to breath in the same air, from her lungs to his.
"Now it's very …um." DG started kissing his neck, running her searing tongue over tendon and then peppered fiery kisses across his chest.
Everything she was doing went straight to his cock. He felt himself start to breathe faster as his skin seemed to take on the kind of sensitivity only pleasure or pain could draw out.
Her mouth found one of his own nipples and he let out a soft moan. He felt her giggle, more than heard it before there was a slight nip.
"You're a dangerous woman." He gasped out.
She abandoned her play. "Don't you forget it, either."
"Not likely."
He had to stop her as her agonizingly hot kisses made it to his waist. If she went to where he so desperately wanted her to go, it would be over.
She mewed softly with obvious disappointment and his hardness twitched.
DG took him in hand again and moved to straddle him.
"Anyone ever tell you patience is a virtue?" He watched her breasts jiggle and felt his mouth water.
"Not feeling too virtuous right now." She smirked and lowered herself down. "In fact, I'm feeling downright sinful."
He cried out as he pressed into an inconceivably soft, wet paradise. It was more than the raw physicality of it searing nerve endings. It was the dreadful vulnerability of raw emotion as well. This was DG. HIS DG. He wanted her, needed her as much as breath or blood. The truth of how deep it ran twisted around the overwhelming sensations of her gripping him so tight he ached.
His hands went to her waist, stilling her. He had to catch his breath.
She didn't hold still for long. Her thighs flexed against his hips and she rose up and lowered herself back down. His hands slid up to cup her breasts, soft and smooth with such pretty pink nipples all engorged and begging for his touch, his mouth. His mouth couldn't reach them right then, but his fingers could. He flicked them and he felt her loose her rhythm. A light pull and she mewled.
One of her hands moved to cover one of his, holding his palm against her breast, pressing into his hand. The other was bracing herself on his ribs. Her head was thrown back with pleasure, exposing the column of her throat.
She was so drenched with juices that he could feel them seeping down his shaft, over his sac. Tight as she was, furnace hot, she was just as slick. He looked down at where they were joined, watching himself disappear into her again and again, dark curls weaving with light then himself appearing, covered with her glistening cream, as she rose up. He struggled to keep himself from just bursting with the agony and the ecstasy of it. Her wet little pearl was engorged and red, crying out for attention.
He stroked his hand down her side and through the glistening, soft hair barely covering her delicious mound. His thumb moved to circle her and she whimpered.
That sound was the most amazing music. So he did it again. DG's body was shining with sweat and moving with desperation. She was close.
With a scream she came in a hot, clenching gush around him. The feel of her vice-like grip on him, rippling in pulsing waves had him teetering on the edge. His balls tightened. His fingers gripped her hip and he feared he'd leave bruises.
With his own cry he rolled them over so that he was in control as he pounded forcefully into her still seizing heat.
Cain couldn't take it anymore. He ground his teeth as the first surge ripped out of him him, all consuming and fierce. Down his spine, through his abdomen, right out his cock. He continued to thrust into her with a savage need. He poured all the desire and love in him into DG's body.
They rolled onto their sides once more, gasping, hearts thundering.
"We're gonna have to stay here a while." DG managed to get out.
"Planning something?" He met her blue eyes with his own.
"Yeah, not being able to walk or ride for a week."
They were interrupted by a knock at the door and Glitch's voice from the hallway.
"Brought you some soup and sandwiches. It's out here in the hall. You'll need all the energy you can get."
DG blushed again, and Cain felt his own fading flush return.
"Well I am kinda hungry," she admitted.
After eating they decided to shower away their exertions. Then they had to shower all over again.

Three days later DG and Cain emerged from the upstairs.
"You're feeling better, Highness?" The sweet older woman whose home it was looked at DG worriedly.
"Yes, much, thanks." DG offered an embarrassed smile, coloring even darker when she realized the woman recognized her.
"Oh, then I'll start making that dinner Mr. Raw and I planned out special." She bounded out of the room and into the kitchen with an energy that belied her age.
Glitch and Raw kept trying not to look at DG or Cain. Awkward took on a whole new meaning.
Not that either DG or Cain planned on confessing that DG had stopped feeling the compulsion of the curse a day and a half ago. The rest of the time was for them. Making love with no curse over their heads, talking, exploring, learning.
Glitch looked up at them, sad and embarrassed. "I got the potion. It… it might be a good idea to wait a few days to make sure the cure keeps."
"Thanks, Glitch. I don't think I'll be needing it though." DG placed her hand on her friend's shoulder.
"Oh?" He looked kind of lost, then his eyes widened. "Oh!"
"DG worried, but happy." Raw stated. "Cain happy, too, but also angry. Something wrong?" The viewer frowned.
"I won't marry him. We were forced into this, and I won't be forced into marriage. We're gonna see where this takes us." DG insisted.
"It's gonna take us to a church. Before this baby is born." Cain half glared at her.
"I need to know it's real. My heart says it is, but my brain is still catching up. I'll let you know when and if I change my mind." DG met his glare.
"Six months," Glitch muttered to Raw out of the side of his mouth.
"Three." Raw smiled.
"Really? She's stubborn." Glitch pointed out.
"Cain has harder head. Three months."
Glitch grinned at his friend as Cain and DG continued to argue.
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