ruinations | bloodtithe: Kell

Night had fallen when the units from Ardismouth reunited with the camp. Several great cries went up, shouts, whooping for friends to reunite, family and loved ones embracing around the fire. The stores of liquor were opened up, passed down the line from camp to camp.

Neria bypassed all of that. The moment the word was given, she broke rank, urging her horse up and down the line of camps until she found Thomelin Medon's fire, and she threw herself down from her horse in no time at all. The creature was barely tethered before she went running, looking for Hakkyuu's familiar tent. It didn't take her overlong, passing Harry's, passing all of the other's, and shoving aside the flap in search of her friends. If they weren't there--

Hakkyuu wasn't. But the figure standing there was one whose heart made her ache, just glancing on him. Neria crossed the tent in no time at all and gave him no time to brace himself. She flung her arms around him. "Kell," she breathed, pressing close, her smile felt so close to his cheek. "Kell!"

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He looked good like that, all flushed and stuttering, tipped just slightly out of pace in the dance they were doing together.

Neria smiled, a sharp expression against his lips. She heard his breath catch as she slid back against him, and as he pulled her in close by the hips, she gasped softly. They were nicely aligned now, the hardness of him sliding along her slit, and she trembled with want. Couldn't quite catch her breath with it all.

She parted from his lips just enough to look into Kell's mismatched eyes. Her hands cupped his face. For all the intensity, the heat, her touch was gentle as her fingers fell lower, over his throat and his shoulders, back up and into the ends of his hair.

He really was very handsome to her. Beautiful, even, in his own way, and always precious to her.

As she rocked against him, trapping his cock between their bodies, she whispered his name against his mouth. It was a sound of want and wonder both, as Neria's thoughts began and ended with Kell Maresh in that moment.

It was a side of him few people saw.

Kell's mouth caught Neria's as she trembled, worked his hands against her hips to amplify the intensity of the way she rocked against him, measuring time in warm breath and the way their bodies warmed the inside of the tent.

Under her fingers he broke down, little by little, leaned into her touch like a man starved. As she worked her body against him, a tease of how it would be around him, Kell reached up to cup her cheeks and work her into a slowly, deeper kiss.

As he did, the slide of their bodies happened align, and the blunt head of his cock pushed against her, angled in -- and Kell gasped sharply.

"Neria," he whispered, voice hoarse. "Please."

She fell into the kiss with abandon, all other thoughts completely discarded in favor of the sensations she had with him. The ache, the want, the rampant desire...and something deeper, she realized, with some faint cognizance she thought had been discarded.

Neria did not think to chase those thoughts. Kell had her complete attention in the cant of his body, in his warmth. In his hands at her face, the kiss that threatened to drown her.

He pulled them closer, so much that he could have simply slipped inside her, and her breath stuttered against his lips. Kell begged her and she was lost.

"Yes," she mumbled, fingers tight in the ends of his hair. "Yes." It took so little to tip herself up onto her knees just so, just so they fit together once more. A simple rock of her hips started to draw him in and she bit down on the sound that nearly slipped out, and Neria let him guide her down to how he wished to have her.

Neria's lips on his, her fingers in his hair, nothing could muffle the low sound that escaped him as she sank down on him, engulfing him into her tight, wet heat.

Wordless, he gripped her hips to pull her closer to him, deep as he could, her clit grinding up against his body as he fought to maintain control of himself. To not spill her onto the bed and see if he could make her cry out and-

And then he was moving, angling his hips to grind up and into her, despite the angle.

The sound Kell pressed against her mouth worked a shiver up her spine, had her hissing softly against his lips. He slipped into her and her breath caught. For several moments, Neria forgot how to breathe, fixated on the feeling of his hands on her hips, gripping tight enough that she could feel the tremor of need in them.

He pressed up, deeper into her, grinding, and the sound that spilled out was a gasp and a groan both. Neria's hands gripped his shoulders, lips parting from his as she trembled a moment.

"Oh," she gasped, pressing back, chasing the roll of his hips for more.

Kell gave a wordless groan as Neria ground into him, rubbing their hips together, taking him so deep he couldn't immediately think. Instead of faltering he wrapped one arm around her waist and held her there, deep and aching, him giving a heavy twitch inside of her.

"Was that a good place?" he asked, his lips pressed against her ear to whisper as he again began to move. Short, deep strokes, rubbing them together with every minuscule movement.

Words seemed impossible for several moments as she felt him keenly. Kell held her there, not allowing her to move, and everything felt too tight, too strained, enough to make her dizzy already. As he leaned in, she nuzzled him almost helplessly, her ear terribly sensitive to the warmth of his breath.

"Yes," was what she managed, even as he moved. She wanted so much that she simply fell into the rhythm he coaxed from her for the time being. Her fingers were digging into his shoulders until she remembered to move them. Neria stroked down Kell's chest, gave him tipped points of heat when her thoughts managed to catch up to her. "Just like that," she encouraged, kissing by his ear. She kept her body pressed to his as often as she could, unable to part from Kell for too long.

Staying so close together limited their movements, but Kell found that he wanted as much skin on skin as possible -- and more than that, wanted to be as close as possible. He wrapped both arms around Neria and pulled her closer to him, breathing stuttering in her ear as the magic, her magic, snapped between them. Every spark heightened his sensitivity.

The position was limited, but allowed them a closeness they might not have otherwise managed, and every time he felt her body stiffen against his, felt her clench around him, Kell came perilously close to losing control.

Instead of keeping her movements constrained, he arched into them, worked his hands onto her hips to help her keep pace, help her ride him as she liked.

She smiled against the side of his head, pleased to catch him off guard in one way tonight. Neria nuzzled him, kissed his hair, near his ear, as he pulled her in and guided her hips. They were limited in how they could move, yes, but they moved nearly as one. Knees digging into the cot, she rode Kell, head bent in close, her breath coming quickly against his neck.

It wasn't overly long before it was difficult to maintain the magic at her hands. She tried valiantly, alternating to the very faint tingle of lightning magic, but as she felt her control slipping... Neria shuttered her magic, snuffing it out with reluctance. A hand came up around the back of Kell's neck, needing a lifeline as she tightened. Barely held on to her threadbare will, her body shuddering, clenching down.

With a puff of breath, she pressed her forehead to his shoulder, voice coming in quiet gasps. She took the moment to grind down against him until she saw stars. "Kell--" she groaned quietly, close to begging. It was a warning. She wouldn't last much longer.

bloodtithe: Kell

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