Eastport (closed)

[ThaDonger]

"No you have done plenty. Thank you." Marcus tells her as they continue thier conversation over diner.

"This place here is a perfect example of what Eastport has to offer. It may not look it, but it has been here for generations." Marcus informs his guest as they hungrily devour the steaks.

"Well, if the food here is representatives of your city Marcus, I would definitely be back here" William admits, taking his last bite and pushing his plate away.

Francis leans in, knife and fork in each hand "Not to mention the service" nodding his head in the direction of Terra. "That's why you brought us here right?" He starts laughing.

The three finished thier meals and tankard of mead. Francis and William stand, straighten thier shirts as each guard layed thier cloaks on thier shoulders.

"You should receive your first shipment in about a month Marcus" Francis advises him as hecwalks towards the door.

Marcus stands to his feet, "Good to hear. We look forward to it"

William walks past Marcus and pauses "Give me a month as well. I like to see what you can do with Eastport"

The two Lords exit the tavern and make thier way to the docks where thier ships waited. Marcus was excited. He can see his vision of what Eastport becoming a reality. He turns to the bar, calls to Terra "Bring some Rum. And two tankards!"

 

[Makisan]

Terra was sitting in her tiny room, running through the numbers again.

"How am I over this time?" She asked, putting her head on the book. She shook her head and sighed, playing with the quill on her hand. She felt like she was back in school, trying to make sense of the problems on front of her but getting frustrated.

She started to drift off, only grabbing a few hours of sleep the entire week so the reconstruction didn't disturb her business too much. She jumped when Marcus called her name, her hands instinctively going to a hidden knife in her clothes.

"Bring some rum and two tankards!"

She yawned and be wiped the sleep from her face, standing up. She looked out the tiny window of her room and sighed. It was close to open. She undressed from her day outfit, pulling on a tighter, blue linen shirt and undoing the drawstring a bit. She grumbled. One day, she was going to close the bar down just so she could get two nights worth of sleep.

She came out and headed to the kitchen, grabbing the two tankards, filling them with rum, a bowl of fruit and... A few pages of "gossip". She walked out to him, setting the new items on the table while clearing the old ones.

"How'd it go?" She asked, glancing at him as she reached passed him for the farthest dishes. She smelled like summer flowers.

 

[ThaDonger]

Marcus leans back in the wooden chair, places his hands behind his head "Great! In a few months, Eastport will be a new city."

As she leans over the table and suddle breeze, her soft, sweet scent greets his nose. Marcus' excitement for his accomplishment kind of took a back seat to the wonderful image standing before him. The smell of flowers was there to gather ones attention, her blue linen top was obviously made to keep it.

He shakes his thoughts back into focus "Please, sit with me. Celebrate" reaching over and pulling a chair out for Terra to sit in. "You share in the success of the city, more than most others do"

Marcus looks up at her, his hand on the chair beside him. He lifts the spare tankard "I will not take no as an acceptable answer" then smiles at her.

 

[Makisan]

She hesitated, looking at him, then the chair, then the tankard, then back to him. She set the tray of dirty dishes on the next table over, slowly sitting down in the chair. She took the tankard and cradled it in her hands. She tried not to drink before or during a shift. She eyed the small stack of papers she had brought over, trying to figure out how to talk to him about them.

Her love of Eastport was strong. She was raised here since infancy. But the whispers in the tavern were getting louder

Lord Phillip's father had sent people to look for his son, wondering why he hadn't returned yet. The group was small, about five or six, but they had walked around Eastport, listening to the people talked about Marcus fixing the mess that Phillip made. But where was Phillip?

She smiled at him, raising the tankard with him and having a swig. She coughed, setting the tankard down, her face turning red, a hand on her chest.

"Wow this is strong," she gasped, looking at the tankard like it stole her money. "Running this place tonight is going to be another sort of fun," she said, playing with the handle before taking another small sip, hoping it wouldn't hurt as much. She was wrong.

"Fuck," she gasped, her eyes watering as she started to laugh.

 

[ThaDonger]

Marcus sits up in his chair as Terra accepts and takes a seat. Her floral scent now baths over him constantly as she sits next to him. He can not help but notice her uneasiness around him.

"Wow this is strong,"

Marcus laughs, having probably too many glasses of mead to suddenly decide to take on rum. "Yeah it is at that" taking another drink from his tankard. "It was a gift from Sailor Cove."

He could not ignore her distance any longer. What he had grown to know of her, she was always strong and outspoken, willing to give you her opinion and advise whether you wanted it or not.

"Something is bothering you. What is it?" Marcus says, sitting his tankard on the table and looking directly at Terra.

 

[Makisan]

She pushed the papers toward him, pushing the more than half full tankard away. Her tongue felt heavy in her mouth.

"It's good that you secured those lumber contracts. Lord Franklin has had people scouting around, looking around for Lord Phillip. Here are what they look like, what code talk they say. They said they would bring Lord Franklin in 6 months time, since Lord Phillip was known to whore around and be "missing" gor months at a time. I'm... Just worried about Eastport, is all. We haven't fully recovered from that last war and only to be thrusted into it again..." She huffed, downing the rest of her rum, swearing loudly as she slammed down the empty tankard.

"Devil's balls," she gasped, her eyes watering. "What the fuck do you barrel that with? Why is it so strong??" She asked, laughing a bit. "Ohhh, this is what I needed... Fuck it, I'm... Closing the bar tonight."

She took a deep breath and stood up, slowly moving her seat away from the table. She wasn't a lightweight but she wasn't a hardened drinker either. She drank the rest of her rum to fast and it shit through her like an arrow.

"You can stay if you want, I guess, but I probably will be leaving to go... Home..." She whispered, putting the sign that said the Muff was closed for renovations. She sighed, leaning against the door, looking at her feet. She would have to help gather the townsfolk to leave or maybe teach some of them how to use a knife or...

She didn't really know anything outside of Eastport. Yes, she was part of a connection that spanned 6 cities, but it wasn't the same as actually living in those places.

One thing was for sure, however; she was sworn to protect the high children of Eastport, even if they didn't know it.

 

[ThaDonger]

Marcus sits, the steam gone from his excitement as he looks over the papers Terra has sat before him. He had heard rumors of these people wondering Eastport and nosing around.

"There will be no war" Marcus tries to assure her, finishing his rum. "This will be taken of."

"Devil's balls," she gasped, her eyes watering. "What the fuck do you barrel that with? Why is it so strong??" She asked, laughing a bit. "Ohhh, this is what I needed... Fuck it, I'm... Closing the bar tonight."

Marcus laughs out loud as he turns suddenly to see Terra stumble to her feet and walk to the door, hanging a sign in the window. He finds it's comical, probably due to his own inebriated state until he watches her lean head first against the door. He climbs to his feet and hurries to the door, grabbing her thinking she will fall.

He lifts her into his arms, shoulders in his right, legs in his left. His tall, strong frame has no issue in lifting her. He had seen her come for a door in the back of the tavern before and carried her to the back room and pushing the slightly open door with his foot.

In the corner of the small room was makeshift bed in the corner across from her desk. Marcus bends down, layer her on the bed and pulls the wool blanket to her waist. "Night Terra" he says softly, looking down at her.

He steps from the office and out to the street. The sun is peeking over the Eastern most mountains as he sits atop his mount. The horse bucks slightly and the sound of 40 hooves striking the stone road filled the air, as Marcus and his guards road quickly to the Keep.

 

[Makisan]

She gasped, looking up at him. She smiled and sighed, placing her head on his shoulder, closing her eyes. She giggled when he tucked her in, listened to him leave the tavern. She slowly sat up and stood, stretching out.

"I said I was going home, silly," she chuckled, grabbing a black, hooded cloak on the door and pulling it on. She made sure all of the candles were put out, double checked the fireplace, before slipping out a hidden door in the back. She looked around, sliding the hood up her head, heading towards the main road from the docks. The workers snickered at the stumbling person, not realizing it was Terra.

When she got to the main road, she threw up. She heaved, gasping for breath. She groaned, wiping her mouth on her sleeve.

"Should have stayed in the bar," she grunted, looking down the road. The sliver of moon was rising in front of her while the sun set behind her. She smiled at the contrast, feeling a bit better to keep moving. It was going to be a long few miles.

 

[ThaDonger]

Marcus sits in his study. He had never actually used this room, but knew his father would sit in here for hours on end. He rocks the woodsn chair back on the rear legs, hands firm on the arm rest, looking out over the city below. He knows Eastport would not survive a war, that much Terra was right about.

His uncle, Lord Franklin had always wanted these lands. He is the one whi sent his son to look iver Eastport while Marcus was gone. It wasn't until after his fathers death that Philip had arrived, by order of Lord Franklin. Marcus is sure they did not expect him to return from the war, thus Franklin wanted his name to on the throne. Philip was nothing more than a place holder.

So, what haunts Marcus at this current time is, how much has these spies learned and how much has made it to Lord Franklin?

He walks from his study, now mid day and suffering the effects of the mead and rum the night before. Entering the great hall, he summons Barton, head of his personal guards.

"I want these individuals found, broght here before me" handing him the papers that Terra had given him containing thier identity.

"At once my Lord" as Barton turns and exits the hall.

He walks to the large throne sitting against the far wall and takes his seat. He calls Kenneth over then whispers in his ear, "Have word sent to Lord Franklin that I request an audience with him, at a neutral place."

"Yes my Lord" Kenneth says as he turns.

"One last thing" he stops him. "Have the owner of the Redheaded Muff brought here tonight. There are things we need to discuss."

He says nothing, simply bows his head and walks from the Hall.

 

[Makisan]

Terra woke up when the sun was high in the sky. She was sprawled out in her bed, blanket twisted around her legs. She groaned, her head pounding.

"This is why I don't drink rum," she grunted, slowly sitting up, wiping the drool off her mouth.

She got up and fixed her bed before pulling on a cloak over her naked body. She left her tiny shack that was hidden in the woods a few miles outside of Eastport. She walked a half a mile, carrying a week's worth of clothes to the river. She tossed off her cloak and jumped in the water, scrubbing off dirt, sleep and the hangover that started to get worse. She pulled herself out after a half hour, pulling on a dark green tunic and black linen pants. The walk to Eastport would dry her and her clothes off.

When she got to the Redheaded Muff, she raised an eyebrow when she saw Kenneth waiting outside.

"I hope you haven't been waiting long," she said, adjusting her bag on her shoulder.

 

[ThaDonger]

Kenneth watches as Terra walks up the narrow street. He stands as she approaches him, adjusting his outfit.

"I hope you haven't been waiting long,"

"No I have not thank you" Kenneth responds kindly. In his youth, he unsure how to address someone like her. Not a lady, yet well respected. "My Lord request your presence at once ma'am. If you would kindly allow me to escort you?"


Marcus spent the day in preparation of events he has layed in motion. He sits on the balcony outside his study, rum in his hand, watching as the evening light turns orange against the horizon.

There is a firm knock on his door. "Enter!" he calls.

Barton walks through the door, "My Lord, we have our people looking for the spies. I will keep you informed."

"Thank you" Marcus says, eyes remaining on the setting sun as Barton exist the study.

He takes a final drink of him rum, looks into the tankard as if curious where it had disappeared.

*Knock...knock* sounds out throgh the study yet again.

"Yes!" He yells out in a slightly irritated tone.

Kenneth enters the study "My Lord, The tavern owner is in the Hall"

Marcus, not wanting to walk the stairs or have his men see him in such an inebriated way, waves his hand to Kenneth "Show her in"

Kenneth walks down stairs to Terra, standing in the Great Hall. "He will see you in his study, follow me" as he turns and walks towards the dark stone stairs.

 

[Makisan]

She followed Kenneth, albeit slowly, looking at the art and tapestries in the halls. She didn't get to look around the castle the last time she was here.

"This is a beautiful castle," she whispered loudly, rubbing a hand on the old stone.

The walk to the study seemed to take forever. For some reason, she felt nervous compared to last time, where her pride was front and center. Now, she felt nervous and shy, which was unheard of for Terra.

She watched Kenneth knock on the study door, opening it when Marcus gave the okay. She followed him in, the orange rays of the sun giving the room a beautiful tint. She nodded to Kenneth when he left the room, closing the door.

She smiled at Marcus, giving a small wave.

"Hello," she said, her eyes watching him for a moment before scanning the room and noticing the tankard.

"Ah," she laughed, putting her bag down. "Did I do something wrong?" She asked.

 

[ThaDonger]

Marcus watches as she enters the room and returns her smile. He looks back out to the sun, barely even noticeable except for colored clouds. He twirls his empty tankard between his fingers on the table top.

"Did I do something wrong?"

Marcus laughs, watching the tankard spin, "No, not this time!"

He places his over the tankard, stopping it immediately. "Sit, come sit with me" he tells Terra, reaching over and pulling out the chair next to him.

On the table is large jug half full of rum. Marcus slides his tankard in front of Terra as she sits, then fills the tankard from the jug. "Drink."

"I wanted you to know that I appreciate all you have done for Eastport. I wanted you to hear it from my mouth. Eastport will not be thrust into another war." He lifts the jug to his lips, placing it back on the table. "I have requested an audience with Lord Franklin."

He turns looks at Terra, reaches over and moves a few stray hairs from her face, placing them behind her ear. "I'm glad you never lost faith in me."

He looks into your eyes, his fingers move down her soft cheek to her chin. He lifts his thumb to her lower lip, touching it gently.

 

[Makisan]

Terra's cheeks turned a tinge of red but she laughed, placing a hand on his wrist.

"You're drunk," she whispered, pushing his hand away. "Have you had any water?" She asked, looking around the room.

Her chest and stomach fluttered with butterflies. The audience with Lord Franklin made her uneasy. Eastport just started to get back on it's feet, so why did this meeting make her feel this way, even if she had no parts in it?

"Lord Marcus, I --- I hope your meeting goes well. I have heard that Lord Franklin isn't... The best person to talk to," she said, taking a small sip of the rum. She wasn't going to drunkenly embarrass herself in front of Marcus tonight.

"Eastport is my life, your grace," she said, looking at him in the eye. "She will go on without me when I die. And I could never lose faith in you, sire." She smiled, interlocking her fingers with his, squeezing his hand reassuringly.

She stood up, kissed his forehead and started to walk to the door. "If it pleases you, I will be on my way. I have taken up enough of your time," she said, picking up her bag and turning to face him. "After all, I am just a bar wench," she joked, shrugging.

 

[ThaDonger]

"It does not" Marcus stands to his feet, sways slightly, "please me." He walks to Terra stopping just in front of her. With a pause, he examines her up and down. "I have not given you permission to leave."

Marcus knows that in societies eyes, she is correct, just a bar wench and he a Lord. However society looks upon classes, he knows Lords, his father included, bed commoners. Really wasn't much of a secret. The struggle within Marcus however is that he genuinely has feelings for this woman. Feelings beyond simply bedding of her.

He places his hands on either side of face, peering deep inside her eyes. He pulls her face towards him, meeting his mouth as he leans in. He kisses her deep, a kiss he had thought of for weeks now.

 

[Makisan]

Terra dropped her bag, her eyes wide as Marcus' rum breath entered her nose and mouth. She leaned into the kiss, reaching up and placing her hands on his. Plenty of men have tried to kiss Terra, and failed, but this felt different. She squeezed his hands, pulling away from his face. She gave him a small smile, taking a step back from him.

"You should drink some water," she whispered to him, running a hand through his hair. She took his hands, lacing their fingers together as she gently lead him back to his seat. She sat him down before turning away and grabbing the jug of water she noticed by the window. She poured him a cup and handed it to him.

"Drink a cup and I'll undo these strings," she teased, pulling at the strings of her linen shirt. She sat on the table, crossed her legs and leaned back on her hands.

"Are you acting like this because you can?" She asked, tilting her head, watching him hold the cup on his hands. "Or is it a side effect of war? In all our days, you've never behaved this way," she teased, looking out the window behind him.

"Six years you've been gone. You're like an entirely different person, yeah... Came a long way since you stopped me from almost killing that man," she laughed, slowly pulling the strings from her shirt as the cup hit his lips.

 

[ThaDonger]

Marcus was a little taken back when she pulled back from him. Inebriated as he is, he must step back as well. Of course his more to maintain his balance. He returns her smile and as her fingers move through his hair, he closes his eyes for a moment.

He waljs just behind her, thier hands locked inside each pthers as she escorts back to where he was seated. Slumped back in the chair, his eyes follow Terra as she retrieves the jug and piurs him a glass. He laughs a bit at her teasing remarks, but quickly goes silent when sit atop the table facing him.

The strings of her linen loosen, her breast forcing the material open enough to reveal her cleavage. Marcus takes a much needed drink of water as he continues to watch Terra.

"I can act like this because I can" he states, smiling up at her. "Too many fucking years I had to act a certain way, be a certain kind of person" his eyes move back to her fingers, watching as she slowly pulls the string, twisting it over her finger. "Now, who is going to correct me? Tell me what I'm doing is not proper for a man in my position. Fuck them!" He slurs, obviously bitter of his upbringing.

"If I had not stopped you from killing that man, you would not be here today." He leans forward, places his fingers at the top of the laces. "And I couldn't do this."

He pulls the string free of the top eyelet of her linen blouse before sitting back again, downing his cup of water. He admires his handy work for a moment before lifting his eyes to her's, smiling at her.

 

[Makisan]

She let out a deep laugh as the string left her shirt, the fabric opening down to her stomach. Her breasts managed to stay covered. She poured him another cup of water. She smiled back at him, her eyes seeming more michevious and playful. She took a sip of his rum and made a face.

"How can you drink this?" She whined, putting it down, taking the hand that held his water cup and drinking from it. "Maybe I'm just used to my mead," she said, shuddering.

"Well, since your lord now, you can almost do whatever you want," she said, sliding off the table. "Heh, are you going to throw a ball?" She asked, spinning in a circle as if she wore an elegant dress. "Find yourself a wife and make her carry your children?" She giggled, sticking her tongue out in disgust at the thought.

Terra stopped twirling, stumbling a bit to regain her balance. She focused on Marcus' face, studying it.

"Or perhaps you just wanted to have a fling," she whispered, reaching down and pulling the linen shirt over her head. Her breasts weren't big nor where they small. They were a bit under the "perfect" handful, but she didn't care what her patrons thought. Her brown skin flickered under the low candlelight of the study, old scars and small bruises littered her torso. She took some steps back, biting her lip as she played with the waist of her pants. She laughed as she disappeared into the shadow of bookcases.

"We aren't as young and naive as we were six years ago," her voice echoed through the dark. "But do you really think the study is the best place for this?"

 

[ThaDonger]

Water in hand, Marcus lays back in the chair watching as Terra's face turned sour from the rum. He laughs loud, almost unaware of how loud until it echoed off the walls.

"How can you drink this?"

"It is an acquired taste. How can live in a port city your entire life and not like run?" his laughter sounds out once more.

He takes a drink of his water, knowing he needs no more rum or mead. He smiles as Terra twirls and spins across the floor. She looks out of place and silly in her attempt to mock him.

His smile seems to lessen, almost disappear as he realizes she has a point. People will be looking for an heir. But not something currently on his radar.

"Yeah, that's what I need, a wife!" drinking from his water once again.

As she stops and stumbles, Marcus leans in, reaching for her before she catches her balance and catches his eyes. He sits forward as she pulls her shirt over her head. Her breast compliment her frame perfectly as the candle light kisses her brown skin. He reaches out with his left hand, running a single over an old scar on her torso before she steps back.

Her fingers beneath the waist of her pants, her laugh as she slowly steps into the darkness of the room.

"We aren't as young and naive as we were six years ago," her voice echoed through the dark. "But do you really think the study is the best place for this?"


Marcus stands to his feet, feeling way more confident on them that he truly is. He follows her into the shadow, grabs her waist and lifts her into the air. Her legs wrap around him as he pulls her tight against him, staring at her through the darkness.

"No, we are not...No, this is not the place" He softly tells her, walking through the door leading to his chambers.

He lays her sideways across his bed, grabbing her wrist and pulling them over her head. His gaze looks down at her bronze body, a small scar and bruise just below her breast. His lips softly touch it, kissing her old wound, almost as if it were an apology for leaving her.

 

[Makisan]

Terra sighed in content, her body relaxing as Marcus held onto her. She buried her face in his neck, taking in the smell of rum and earthy tones from his sweat. She ignored his question about her distaste for rum, opting to just biting at his bare neck in response.

When he placed her down on his bed, the demon she referred to as sleep snuck into the room where she hoped lust would take over. The bed was bigger than she was used to and much more softer. The demon disappeared when he kissed her, lust finding its way to her.

Terra could feel the heat rising in her chest, her cheeks, between her legs as he continued to kiss her torso. She struggled against his hands, trying to free herself. Terra managed to get one hand free, reaching down by and playing with his hair.

"Marcus," she called out to him quietly, sitting up when he pulled back. She held his face in her hands, her thumb brushing against his cheeks. She smiled at him before squeezing his face playfully, laughing at the face she made him do. She squealed when he grabbed her again, pulling her further into the bed.

"Let me go, you brute!" She laughed, "smacking" against his chest with her fists, laughing even harder when he gave her a look of playful annoyance. She grunted, using a bit if force to push him onto his back, quickly climbing on top of him.

"You still didn't answer my question," she cooed, leaning down her face a few inches from his.

The light from the waxing moon caressed her face, lighting up her amber eyes, the playfulness, the goofy lust creeping into them as she bit her lip, her hips moving in slow circles as she laced her fingers with his once more.

"Is this a fling? Or something else?" She whispered, the circles becoming more deliberate.

 

[ThaDonger]

Marcus hears her grunt, the force she applies to gain the playful upper hand. He doesn't resist much, he actually allows the switch to happen by simply rolling his body in the direction she wanted.


"You still didn't answer my question"

Her face inches from his, her bare chest above him as his hands run softly up her side to her back, softly caressing her warm skin.

His eyes deep in hers "A fling? This is much more than that" he suddenly shoves his hands down the back of her loose linen pants, grabbing her ass tight in both hands. "It's whatever we want it to be" as he lifts his mouth to hers, her exhale washinng over his face.

His grip loosens on her cheeks as thier mouths meet. His hands now more tender as he gently touches, mapping the shape of her ass inside his mind.

He pushes down on her her pelvis, pressing her firmly against his growing manhood. He kisses her now with more of a hunger on his lips.

 

[Makisan]

She groaned into his mouth, putting her hands on his shoulders, pulling him up with her as she sat up in his lap. She bit at his lip, pulling her mouth away from his. The inches she felt underneath her brought back a memory of seeing him naked, before the war.

It was during a dinner party and the Muff's former chef had been commissioned to cook for Marcus' father. She, the cook, and other girls had arrived in the wee hours of the morning. Terra managed to sneak off into the living quarters, peeking into rooms, not risking her hide (or her life) sneaking into them. One of the rooms was Marcus'. She was going to sneak by, but the sun was rising and peered through the door. She peeked, her face turning red when she saw him. She giggled, which caught his attention. She gasped and ran off down the halls, back to the kitchens where she belonged. When she had served him his plate and goblet of wine, she smiled and giggled at him, winking before disappearing from his life for years.

Terra snapped back to the present when Marcus came for her neck, his stubble of beard scratching and tickling her. She laughed, pushing him away, rubbing the phantom scritches.

"Whatever we want," She repeated, crawling from his lap and laying next to him. "Or whatever you want?" She asked, pulling at his tunic. "Because what I want is still dressed like he still has meetings with people he doesn't want to see when he could be balls deep in someone he does," she cooed, winking at him.

 

[ThaDonger]

Her aggressiveness never ceases to amaze Marcus, it tends to fuel it more. It's almost like he does not have to be this proper Lord in her presence. That he finds relaxing and fun.

"Oh yeah!" His head still light from the buzz of the rum.

He quickly climbs to his feet on top of the bed. He places a foot either side her waist. His large muscular physic towering over her. Peering downward at her, her arms now outstretched above her head. Her hair spread around her as if it were a halo.

He pulls the tunic she so graciously loosened over his head, tossing it to the floor. Using both hands, he pulls the string on his pants causing them to drop just a bit from his waist.

"So...what is that you want?" He ask from far above her.

He pulls his pants down to his upper thigh. His member stands outward, angled slightly downward as if pointing to Terra.

Aided by the beds canopy, Marcus removes his legs from his pants. His grins and smiles have disappeared as the fact that he stands over Terra naked sets in.

Marcus settles back down, his hands on her arms they slide the length before entwining his fingers into her. His lips meet her again, deep, strong and passionately as his legs move between hers.

Thier bare chest pressed against each others. Her feet move up and down his legs, his lips slip from her mouth to her cheek and on to her neck as her head falls to the side. Marcus pushes forward with his hips, pressing his ever hardening cock against her. Her heat is ever present, even through her pants.

 

[Makisan]

Terra's eyes grew wide, her mouth open in a silent moan as he attacked her neck with his mouth, the moan finally escaping when he pushed up against her. She had been in this predicament before, not with Marcus however, so why was this making her act like she had no sense of morals?

She squeezed his hands, trying to pull his body into her more, liking how his weight felt against her body. She turned her head towards his, pushing his head back with her forehead, immediately kissing him like a missed lover.

Her heart raced, feeling like it was about to burst from her chest or that it had stopped beating because if how fast it was going. She pulled away from the kiss, trying to catch her breath. Terra looked up at him, her eyes looking different from the stern squint he had been used to dealing with to a relaxed, lust filled stare that only a sailor had seen. She smiled at him, loosening their hands, pushing up on his chest with them. Once he moved to the side, she stood on the floor, the light of moon backlighting her, her silhouette showing off the true curves of her body that was somewhat hidden behind her somewhat loose clothing.

She slowly slide down her pants, kicking them away as she sucked on two fingers as her free hand roamed her breasts, her stomach, her thighs. She took steps towards Marcus as he repositioned himself on the edge if the bed. She pulled her fingers out of her mouth, putting their wetness on the shaft of his cock before wrapping her hand around it. She grinned at him as she sat next him, her hand slowly working his member before she bent down, licking the precum off the head and putting it into her mouth. It was ... A bit bigger than she had expected, but it was perfect fit in her mouth.

She pulled her legs onto the bed as she moved her head up and down his dick, her freehand moving to the inside of them, playing with her pussy that could have drowned her sailor lover.

 

[ThaDonger]

His head uncontrollably falls to the back of his neck as his eyes gently close. The fingers of his left hand run through her hair. His chest swells with a large intake of air before releasing it through a moan. His hand holds her her hair as the feeling of her mouth sliding up and down his stiff shaft intoxicates him further.

Marcus lifts his head, looking down at her beautiful face pleasuring him. His gaze moves to body, her dark skin glistens with sweat in the candle light. Marcus runs his hand flat across her smooth damp back before cupping an ass cheek in his palm.

His desire grows into want as hips lift slightly, feeling himself further inside her mouth. Terra can feel his right hand move between her thighs, searching for her wetness. Her fingers slick from her pussy as his fingers caress hers, feeling the way she touches herself, studying the way her fingers move across her sensitive points. He lifts his hips a little further, holding her head in place.

He pulls her head from his cock, looking into her lust filled eyes. Marcus climbs from the bed, reaches over and grabs her ankles, spinning her on top of the mattress. Taking her ankle, he opens her legs, watching as she gracefully rolls to her back.

His mouth kisses her calve down to her knee. His eyes look her in the face as takes a knee beside the bed. A small trail of saliva clings to her thigh as his tongue purses what it craves the most.

His nose brushes the soft, moist hairs surrounding her womanhood. His lips kiss her softly as her wetness welcomes his mouth. With a final kiss, he parts her wet lips with his tongue before gently sucking her secret spot between his lips.

Marcus hears a deep moan and watches as her body arches to the ceiling.