Moonlight Rondo (Closed)

[Apollo Wilde]

“You’ve got quite the filthy mouth for a monk,” it was said with kindness, not sarcasm, not scolding. It hadn’t been the first time she heard him swear, but the first time she felt that she should comment on it. It seemed so out of place with this man that she’d so long associated with wide-eyed innocence. Apparently she hadn’t been quite on the money with that assessment. ‘Repressed’ seemed like a better way of putting it - the how’s and why’s she still felt like she needed to get to the bottom of.

Well, I need to rewrite my story about him. A slow, steady pump of his cock in her hand. And I’m looking forward to writing it…together. She smiled, more to herself than to him, thinking about it. For the first time in her recent memory, she felt her cheeks grow warm. This was something. Beyond sexual tension - letting her gut lead her. She inched further up the bed, so close that the cloud of her hair billowed against his upper thighs, so that if he looked down, all he’d be able to see was the crown of her head, the rest of her body spilling from beneath it in smooth curves.

Her breath would herald her lips - warmth all the way as she gently, slowly, swallowed his length as far as she could. The head of his cock would bump softly against the back of her throat, causing her to still. But it was only for a moment; flared nostrils, cool air around his phallus, and she began to move further down. Bit by bit, a snail’s pace as she worked her way further down him, relaxing her throat. Her eyes fluttering shut, she stopped only when the fine hairs around his sack tickled her nose. Paused. Sucked in, working her throat as best she could around him, before she needed air. And just as slowly, she withdrew upwards, the lines of her throat shifting as its burden lightened, and, once poised at the edge of his head, did she look up at him, waiting, asking, for him to let go.

 

[Nouh_Bdee]

You’re one to talk with your spit running down your chin and my cock both, he thought.

“Unnnhh, ugghhhhhhh,” he said.

His climax fast approaching, Kai still somehow had the presence of mind to notice something. Something was missing. There was a feeling that had been there, in the back of his mind and the center of his gut that one time years ago when he’d been about to fill that woman’s pussy. It was an uneasy feeling, like there was a game he didn’t know he was playing, like he was being swindled out of more than he knew, that he was being used.

He didn’t feel it this time.

His voice grew hoarse and his balls pulled up and his abs twitched and his first spurt of cum shot into Lina’s mouth. Kai gasped for air and grunted low in his throat. His hips twitched, and his hands flew to the bed to keep himself from falling over. He could feel the suction of her lips on his cock, her fingers gripping his thighs.

It was a transcendent experience. His essence was leaving his body, but it was no loss. It felt like a gain. He could feel warmth, affection, joy, and companionship entering his body through his dick. He was more than he’d been before. Was this what it’d been supposed to be like before? Was he meant to be left feeling fulfilled instead of drained?

Fucking Samsara. He’d lost so much time.

He finally stopped spasming into Lina’s mouth, and after several deep, huffing breaths he could speak again. His hands drifted down to cup her cheeks, and he smiled down at this wonderful woman.

“We should’ve done this years ago.”

 

[Apollo Wilde]

His sounds were encouraging. It’d been a while; it was reassuring to know that she hadn’t lost her touch. When he finally let go, she sputtered, before partially pulling her mouth off of his cock. The burst was so strong, so full, that she’d ended up with an overflowing mouth before she even knew it. She coughed at first, or tried to, as well as she could with a mouthful of cum, before she forced it down. Swallowing again to clear her throat, she clumsily wiped at the rest of his cum that was on her lips, chin, cheek, chuckling as she did so.

“You were really backed up!” she managed, giggling a bit. Swiping her tongue across her bottom lip, she grinned up at him. “Are you feeling better? Was that nice? Did you like it?”

When he commented, she laughed, leaning back away from him. “Nah. I think now is just right. Don’t you?” She leaned back a bit more, shrugging off her open tunic. The gesture left her in the band across her breasts, the bandage across her stomach. Reaching down, with a slight wince, she pulled off the band covering her breasts, tossed it carelessly overhead. She took the opportunity to recline all the way back onto her elbows to take a bit of the pressure off of her midsection.

She seemed like out of a painting, lounging like that, without a hint of self-consciousness. Somewhere along the line, she’d managed to undo the tie to her pants, and they were starting to slip down her hips, showing the top of her undershorts, pitch black against the warm brown of her skin. Starless void shaping her flesh. “You can touch me, if you’d like. Just be careful around here…” A shift of her weight, and she gestured to her bandages. “Though it’s definitely not as bad as it was before. I don’t think I could handle a lot of being tossed around. But,” she playfully ran a foot up the length of his thigh, “once I heal up, I’d be quite interested in that.”

 

[Nouh_Bdee]

Kai laughed. He couldn’t help it. “Did I like that? Are you kidding?”

She really was like a painting. Every second of taking her in, every new angle, new reflection of light, brought out something new, but she could never have been a painting. Even the greatest landscapes of oil and canvas can’t capture the churning, roiling dynamism of a waterfall, or the soft transition of dusk to night in a sunset. These things simply can’t be captured. Lina was the same, a storm condensed into a woman, reclining on the bed with him. She was here because she wanted to be, on display for his eyes in a gallery of one, for one.

He blinked. He almost didn’t hear her tell him he could touch her. Then, when she mentioned getting rough another time, Kai blushed deep red. “I…” His hands slid to her thighs, and he squeezed them over her pants. He wanted to say something suave, something confident and knowing, but he decided to be honest instead.

“Yeah, I might need to work up to that.” A sheepish grin flashed on his face. “I’m not worried I’ll break you. I know you’re tougher than that, but part of me is worried if I get too rough I’ll wake up.”

He crawled forward and leaned over her lounging form. “I don’t want to wake up.”

His hands lifted just under her arms, and lowered her back onto the mattress. Gentle, gentle, he reminded himself as he loomed over her, and leaned down to kiss along her collarbone and breathe in the air around her neck.

 

[Apollo Wilde]

“I just wanted to know if there was any room for improvement,” still smiling, still warm. Glowing, one might even venture. “But something tells me that we’ll probably be doing this on a fairly regular basis after tonight…” As he leaned over her, she leaned back, using his assistance as a guide. She didn’t trust herself to let herself go entirely; seemed to be a good way to risk really hurting herself.

Before he could start kissing lower she tilted her head up. Her lips pressed against his, warm, still smiling. Closed mouthed chaste kiss melted, bit by bit, parting slowly. No rush, an outpouring of syrup; thick, slow. Patient as she opened her mouth against his, breathing in him, breathing herself back. Tongue slipping between his lips, tentative but firm, making herself welcome within him. Licking the inside of his mouth, the sides of his teeth, tenderness overflowing, painting herself within him, when she broke the kiss, her back fit flush with the mattress, nearly sinking into the welcoming arms of the bedding. She tilted her head back within the piles of pillows, nearly burying her face beneath the wild curls of her hair and the edges of the cushions. Fingers trailed up the nape of his neck, delicate and strong as she grasped at the fine hairs there, dragging tips of nails against the flesh to feel the way his breathing changed when she did it.

She couldn’t scare him away. She was fairly sure at this point that despite her image of him of a sexless wonder, the sort of delectable innocence that only existed in fairy tales wasn’t the most accurate. But the scent of that idea still clung to him, big eyes and frayed nerves and a fluttering in the stomach and the heart, timid desire to please and not trusting himself fully. First timer but not quite, heartfelt in every movement that made it easier to submerge herself in his waters, let him wash over her. Coax out whatever strength.

The problem with Magus, the idea that this would be the last time flickered out of her mind for good once his lips touched the small space above the curves of her breasts. It was as simple as breathing - now she was discovering this side of him, wandering into that place, there would be absolutely no way that she’d be willing to give it up. She had so much to show him. And there was so much more that she wanted to know about him, where he came from, his land, his family. His heart, his soul, his body.

Somehow (sheer will, most likely), she shifted - little more than awkward rocking, not wanting to shake him off of her but not wanting to stay all the way clothed. Her hands flew to her waistband, tugging the inner cord knotted there free, small shimmy here, not enough to knock him off, but not enough for her to wiggle out of her now quite loosened pants. As his head traveled lower, his breath warm on her navel, she arched gently into him, slow going, pressing her skin into him.

“…Would you mind taking my pants off…?” Said softly as she glanced down at him. She’d made somewhat short work of his pants; they were still bunched around his thighs, shifting down to his knees as he continued to move against her. The more of his body was revealed to her, the more she wanted it; those hardened thighs were enough for her mouth to water. Why was it that the more she saw of him, the more it dawned on her how dreamlike he was? If she had more of her senses about her, she’d chalk it up simply to pushing that part of him so far out of her mind that once she began to loosen up, the thoughts sprang back with that much more force, nearly bowling her over. The sweetness of his nature was making him so much more attractive to her that she felt she nearly wet herself, so tight did her cunt flex, just thinking of him getting closer to her, to feel his hands places she’d only just recently begun to dream of. “I’d like to feel you all over.” The smallest shake in her voice: anticipation, desire.

 

[Nouh_Bdee]

A furtive nod, forehead pressed against her chest. Kai could feel her skin, soft and smooth between her bandages and her lingering pants. He balanced on one knee to finally rid himself of his own, then lowered himself to hers. Quick, but too-slow fingers had them sliding past her feet in but a few interminable seconds, and those bandages were the only thing covering any of either of them.

“I…” He wanted to melt into her, to touch her all over, to feel her skin under every inch of him, silken and cooling in the open air until her warmth seeped into his fingers. His hands slid up her body, fingernails playing deft notes on her ribs, and he met her eyes. “Yes.”

His cock pressed against her belly as he knelt over her, and his head dipped down to kiss along her collarbone once more, and further. His hands cupped and lifted her breasts, fingers sinking into the soft flesh, lifting her dark nipples to his lips. He sucked one in, lips squeezing and tongue dancing. His fingers never stilled, always searching for more of her to stroke, to knead, to feel.

Lina was overwhelming to him, a sensory overload, too much to process, and he was lost in her. “We had, um…” This moment, knowing what they were about to do, what they felt for one another, the promise and the present, opened a door to him that held never known was closed. This must’ve been what he was missing before, even before he’d been disregarded, dispensed, he’d been expecting more. This was that more.

He moved to her other tit, kissing around the nipple this time, wanting to try everything, to taste everywhere. “I want…” he breathed into her chest. He could feel himself dripping onto her belly, his cock pressing into her navel now. “All of you,” he gasped, and leaned up to catch her lips with his.

“Alright?”

 

[Apollo Wilde]

Her fingers carded through his thick hair, occasionally winding it to curl around a finger, nails scratching his scalp gently as she’d let one lock go, then start again with another. Slow and indulgent.

Or at least it was. Once his lips and tongue found a nipple, her fingers tangled in his hair with a sharp inhale, her pulse jumping into her stomach. His mouth was as delicate as his hands had been in taking her pants off, a softness that again belied his size and strength. As she leaned back into the bed, she arched as best as she could to meet his mouth. In the moments her eyes were open (instead of drifted close from pleasure), she could spy more patches of scales across his naked body, freckling his shoulder blades, the groove of his spine, one particularly adorable patch right above the curve of his left buttock. Unable to stop herself, she fished an arm loose to run it down his back and to lightly stroke that spot, letting her fingers travel lower to give his left buttock a firm squeeze.

“Fine with me,” a soft answer to his earlier question, provided in the moments before his lips met hers again. “I think we’ve got time. A little, at least,” both hands would come up to cradle the sides of his face, rub her nose against his. Rubbed her lower lip against his before kissing him, coaxing his mouth open with small flicks of her tongue. When his lips parted, she would do the same with her legs, shifting him as best she could to settle between them. With her legs on either side of his and the constant brushing of his cock near her navel, she broke the kiss, but not the closeness between them. “Do you…need me to guide you?” They were getting close to being lined up, but weren’t quite all the way there…she scooted a bit lower beneath him. “Or would you want me on top?” Probably the most accommodating she’d been since they’d first met all of those years ago, but she wanted him to feel good. And here, it was easier to be tender, to let her lead him. “I’d like…for you to stay here,” she added, gently bumping her thighs against his. With him on top, she could feel more of him - and as much as she would be loathe to admit it out loud, beneath him, she felt….safe. Protected by his large frame, she could fall into him, truly erase the lines between them.

 

[Nouh_Bdee]

Kai liked the idea of her riding his cock, bouncing atop him while his hands were free to play with her lovely tits. Gods, she’s corrupted me already. But his eyes flicked down to her bandage. “I think I’d like to be on top this time.” He blushed. “But I want you to teach me about all the other kinds of options, or positions, or whatever it’s all called.” He looked up into her eyes. “Will you do that?”

He smiled, the tip of his cock pressed against her skin. “And I think I could get it in on my own, but I want you to put it in anyway.” He wanted to see her reach out and take what she wanted. There was nothing that warmed his loins more than a beautiful woman taking what she wanted, except when that thing she wanted was him.

When he finally felt her around him, her slick tightness squeezing his cock, he nearly collapsed on top of her. “Oh, this is wonderful,” he breathed into her ear. “We sh…no, you’re right. This is the perfect time.”

He wrapped his arms around her thighs and rocked his hips back and forth. “Fuck!” he laughed. “I…hahaha! I’m inside you.” The thought just filled him with so much joy he couldn’t keep from laughing. “Who would’ve thought, after those fights in the temple hall, that we were working up to this?” He laughed again. “I’m so…happy? Happy. Are you happy?”

 

[Apollo Wilde]

A light laugh - bubbles of childish nerves disappearing into nothingness. “ ‘Options’, eh? You make me sound like I’ve been with so many,” an affectionate tweak of his nose to let him know that no offense was taken. “But I’ll see what I can do.” A widening of her smile then, a hint of that previous devil-may-care toothy grin she’d flashed him many a time in the past. Rather than mocking, it was warming; reassuring. He was safe with her. They’d explore everything together.

First thing was first, though. She reached down between the two of their bodies; gently grasped the root of his phallus in her hand. The skin here was silken, warm - and, not for the first time, she realized, free from scales. That would’ve made for an interesting experience - one she wasn’t entirely sure that she could’ve handled. Though she was no virgin, it had been a while - lack of interest, lack of suitable partners. So it was with a small bit of caution that she guided him towards her sex, shifting just a bit to make it that much easier. At the first interested stroke of his fat head against her lips, there was a stillness on her part, a holding of breath in anticipation, one she didn’t let out until he pushed forward, slipping inside - and then, she could let go.

For a moment, it seemed that she was entirely too quiet - before he grasped her thighs and she let out a louder moan than she expected. Her cheeks flushed; she’d wanted to enjoy the way he felt, perfectly seated inside of her, a missing puzzle piece. He could’ve stayed still and it would’ve almost been enough, but moving was inching her higher up into heaven.

He was laughing. Another thing to shock her into stillness, to make her open her pleasure-shut eyes, take him in. Consider if he was laughing at her expense, like this all had been part of some long con from him. Enough sense trickled back into her to make her frown internally at being so suspicious. They’d been a lot of things to each other in the past, but liars (even in her own line of ‘thievery’) wasn’t one of them. She smiled then; reached up to caress the side of his face. Playfully tightened her sex around him, no more than a slight flexing. “I’m happy as well-” Whatever else was going to say was lost as he thrust into her again, a little harder than before, eliciting a sharp gasp of surprise. It didn’t hurt - not yet - but he was large enough that it was a real possibility.

Pulling his head down so that their foreheads touched, she slowly rolled her hips down, letting him slip inch by slick inch out of her - repeated the motion, this time moving upwards, clenching on him slightly as she took more of him in, a subconscious effort not to let him go. Two, three, four times, she repeated these motions, soft pants slipping out of her parted lips, showing him without saying a word the motion she needed from him. A gentle rhythm while they were still getting to know each other like this. "We can take it slow," murmured against the corner of his mouth before a kiss, "Like this...it feels good like this."

 

[Nouh_Bdee]

“Okay,” he said in a breathy whisper, lips pulled apart in a childlike grin. He nodded, then pressed his forehead to hers. The motion bent both their bodies, but he tried to take most of the burden himself, and would until she was healed. Even such a passing thought of planning for the future struck him as momentous. Was he really ready to trust her so implicitly? To trust himself so implicitly?

His hands roamed, kneading her shoulders, her back, her hips, like he was still trying to make sure she was real, that there were bones and muscle under all that softness, not a blanket waiting to be thrown over his eyes. Maybe he wasn’t quite there yet.

Wasn’t that how trust worked though? At least, for the betrayed? That tug back and forth, false and false and false again and finally true? There was nothing for it but to take it as it came, and the thought gave him a morsel of peace. So, I will take her as she comes, he thought, and laughed again to himself.

He started trying to match her rhythm, and managed it well enough, in his opinion. He certainly managed it well enough for his enjoyment. She was right. This was perfect. He was a patient man, but even he felt a bit of that urgency, the need to make up for lost time, to feel her more intensely, to pound his thighs against her ass, to use her cunt to stroke his cock with fury and need, but that wouldn’t fit this moment, wouldn’t fit them and what they were to each other. Not this time. There’d be time enough for that.

“You feel like heaven,” he crooned, and he meant it, corny as it was. His eyes were on hers, intensely so. She would see a man wholly in this moment, all thoughts of Magus gone. He took slow, deep strokes, and waited a long time, possibly too long, to speed up, well after she would be used to the feeling of his cock inside her. He just never wanted this moment to end.

 

[Apollo Wilde]

His gaze was so intense it felt that he would set her ablaze. Inhuman, in a sense, but not enough to be scary or off-putting; the light in the depths of his pupils glowing so strongly that his eyes glowed. He did say he had draconian ancestry, after all - might explain that strange purr that she felt she caught on the edge of his words, a deep rumbling within his chest, from the pit of his stomach, as he spoke softly to her. Little monk puppy, she’d called him, thinking to mock him, to point out that he was young, wet behind the ears - had to be lead through life.

Well, she was, technically, still leading him. But it was hard to see him as anything other than a man now, not with each stroke stretching her delightfully, filling her to where it felt that each inhale drew more of him into her body. Despite the pain in her ribs, she dared to loop a leg around him, around his waist, pulling him further into her, forcing him to bottom out and push deeper, deeper until his pulsing echoed the beat of her heart. To the point where it was dully painful, and even that she welcomed with a soft gasp, breath forced out of her and sucked back in noisy as he withdrew.

Slow and steady naturally pushed forward, emotion giving way to the burning of flesh. “Faster,” she’d say, once, softly, close to the shell of his ear. As if saying it too loud would ruin what they’d built to get to this place. But she wanted to fall over that cliff and she wanted to take him with her, wanted to feel him spend deep within her body. To feel washed away by him. "Harder," as soft as her initial request, in a tone that made it clear it wasn't a suggestion. She needed him, hard, fast, furious - to let everything come out.