Post by Minuit on Feb 3, 2010 23:12:39 GMT 10
Title: Balor's Needle
Rating: R
Length: 315
Competitor: Wyldon
Round/Fight: 1/A
Summary: Kel finally conquers her fear of Balor's Needle.
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“But here, on Balor’s Needle? You know you don’t have anything to prove to me Kel. I know you struggled with your fear of heights. But you conquered that.” Wyldon protested breathlessly, but didn’t stop Kel’s roaming hands.
“I conquered it with your help. But this isn’t about proving anything.” She stopped licking her way down his chest. “Well, not entirely.” She looked up at him and smirked, eyes twinkling with amusement. “I wanted to thank you too.” She gave his breeches a hard yank, and went back to her task. Any remaining shred of protest died in his throat, as he stiffened and groaned.
Wyldon growled deep in his chest, and pulled Kel back to her feet. Giving in to the passion Kel never failed to arouse in him, he half pulled, half ripped the rest of her clothes off – the brisk wind scattering them around the walk way. He pushed her up against the wall and buried himself in her with a grateful sigh. After all this time, he shouldn’t be surprised at how strongly he felt about her – but he did. He wanted to tell her she never needed to prove anything, nor thank him for doing what – at the time – was his duty. But words failed him. So he wrapped her legs around his waist, and through heated touches and hungry mouths, tried to make her forget everything else.
Kel savoured this new weak-kneed, hot and trembling feeling that Wyldon triggered in her with the force of his passion, and finally said goodbye to the old weak-kneed, cold and fearful feeling of the past. She whipped her sweat slicked hair back from her face and clutched at Wyldon, barely feeling the scrape of weather-worn stone against her back. She saw her underwear being blown over the edge, just as her eyes clouded over and Wyldon drove her over the edge.
Rating: R
Length: 315
Competitor: Wyldon
Round/Fight: 1/A
Summary: Kel finally conquers her fear of Balor's Needle.
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“But here, on Balor’s Needle? You know you don’t have anything to prove to me Kel. I know you struggled with your fear of heights. But you conquered that.” Wyldon protested breathlessly, but didn’t stop Kel’s roaming hands.
“I conquered it with your help. But this isn’t about proving anything.” She stopped licking her way down his chest. “Well, not entirely.” She looked up at him and smirked, eyes twinkling with amusement. “I wanted to thank you too.” She gave his breeches a hard yank, and went back to her task. Any remaining shred of protest died in his throat, as he stiffened and groaned.
Wyldon growled deep in his chest, and pulled Kel back to her feet. Giving in to the passion Kel never failed to arouse in him, he half pulled, half ripped the rest of her clothes off – the brisk wind scattering them around the walk way. He pushed her up against the wall and buried himself in her with a grateful sigh. After all this time, he shouldn’t be surprised at how strongly he felt about her – but he did. He wanted to tell her she never needed to prove anything, nor thank him for doing what – at the time – was his duty. But words failed him. So he wrapped her legs around his waist, and through heated touches and hungry mouths, tried to make her forget everything else.
Kel savoured this new weak-kneed, hot and trembling feeling that Wyldon triggered in her with the force of his passion, and finally said goodbye to the old weak-kneed, cold and fearful feeling of the past. She whipped her sweat slicked hair back from her face and clutched at Wyldon, barely feeling the scrape of weather-worn stone against her back. She saw her underwear being blown over the edge, just as her eyes clouded over and Wyldon drove her over the edge.