mare lamentorum

#drabble #wolship #felstel #fel #stelmaria #nsfw #ffxiv

On her knees in front of him, she gives an impressive imitation of submission.

Large, limpid eyes turned upward to catch his gaze. Ears down and tail across her lap, her hands behind her back, exactly as he'd instructed. She very nearly had him convinced.

However, he knows that there is no man or woman that could truly tame her, she simply allowed them to believe that she could be—when it suited her designs. A shadow-striped tiger prowling behind cage bars it could easily squeeze through.

But it doesn't. Won't.

He can't say exactly why, but the danger of it is just as exciting as seeing a creature so wild playing at being a housecat up close. At any moment she could bear her fangs and open his throat.

Instead, she kneels. Eager. Willing.

Ruby red lips parted wetly around the fullness of his aching cock.

She was only allowed to touch him with her mouth, but he could touch her however he liked. And touch her he does.

A soft moan escapes her as he palms the delicious weight of a milk-white breast, pinching the sensitive nipple he finds at it's apex and feeling it pebble under his touch. His slate fingers run the length of her delicate collarbones before tracing down the stark black lines inked onto her graceful shoulder. She shivers in response, a true surrendering of herself to him, and not the part she's been playing until now.

It's the reaction he's been waiting for.

Fisting his hands in the heavy silken fall of her long violet hair, he pulls gently and she obeys, sliding her hot mouth along the full length of him.

Now it is his turn to shiver.

He watches her bright eyes as he fucks into her mouth slowly, keeping the strands of her hair wrapped tight in his fingers. The expression on her face, bliss mixed with adoration and love, almost undoes him completely. Every part of her feels so good but this...

“Stel,” he growls, voice trembling at the effort it takes to keep himself still.

She looks up at him, quiet. Serene. Obedient.

Then she runs her tongue along the underside of his cock, lingering deliberately on the sensitive ridges of the head.

His mind goes blank, conscious thought blinking out before a rushing wave of desire so powerful it takes his breath away. The fists in her hair tighten involuntarily and she moans again at the pain of it, delighted at being treated roughly by the man she loves. At being desired with such ferocity that he becomes a monster of pure instinct.

Slamming himself in and out of her slick, burning mouth the tight pressure in his belly intensifies, all sensation narrowing to the slide of her soft, wet lips over his swollen girth.

“Fuckfuckfuckfuck ya feel so good I want to fuck ya so bad I want ya to scream for me when I make ya cum I'm gonna make ya forget your own fuckin' name.” The debauched filth pouring from his lips spurs her to greater heights, angling her head so that he goes deeper with every sharp thrust of his hips.

It's all too much.

The knot within him unties, all the pressure it held in check suffusing his entire body with warmth, a feeling of mind-altering pleasure so powerful he shivers from head to toe, cock pulsing hot spend directly down her throat.

It feels like a lifetime and yet no time at all before his awareness widens beyond the sweet beguiling curve of her lips, which are turned upward in a self-satisfied way.

“Ya just so good at that. Should be illegal,” he whispers, breathless.

She preens at the compliment but replies, “It's only because you're so fun to tease, Fel. I love to watch you squirm when you come for me.”

He bends to kiss the top of her head to hide the pinkening skin at the bridge of his nose.