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"You did not seem fine by yourself. Not with those texts you sent to me." Which was something that obviously made him happy beyond words. But for now, he was going for teasing her a little.

Her hands then found his sac, a part of him she had yet to touch, and the simple novelty of it had him gasping, his eyes fluttering shut again. Dropping his head back onto the mattress, his legs spread just so when she tipped her head lower, a low rumbling sound crawling up his throat when she wrapped her lips carefully around one of his balls. Clearly that felt very good, and if his reactions didn't show that, then the way his cock slowly filled with blood surely would.

"It's not my fault you've... bewitched me with your dwarvish ways. I'm clearly under a dwarf sex spell." Said with a laugh because really? Really?

She was careful as she worked him in her mouth, widening it to slowly take in the second ball, jaw extended to let her roll them around gently in her mouth, tongue stroking over them, her hand moving to circle the base of him, squeezing lightly there in repetitive pulses.

He laughed too, although a little breathlessly, unable to answer her words when her mouth got busier in the most wonderful of ways. Talking, that could wait now, and he enjoyed her ministrations instead, letting out a sharper gasp as she took in both his balls into her mouth, pleasure rising at the feel of her tongue softly playing with them. He had never quite experienced that sort of attention to that part of him, and so it surprised him some, or a lot actually, just how good it felt.

His fingers combed through her hair slowly, distractedly, curling just slightly near the nape of her neck. As his cock continued to grow harder and bigger again in her hand, he fought back the urge to roll his hips, his other hand tightly fisting the sheets.

The fuller his cock got, the more she enjoyed herself, still sucking and licking at his sac before she tested a theory. Jaw widening just a little to make for better acoustics, so to speak, she started to purr, a deep, rumbling one that vibrated up into her mouth, adding a small hum as she did as well. Let's see if that was something dwarves liked as well.

Dwarves liked that, yes, and very much so - or at least this one did. He sucked in a breath, his spine coiling and his back arching, shoulders rolling back and pressing onto the mattress, the muscles of his stomach dipping and tensing as the spark of pleasure coursed through him. He didn't move his hips still, though, not while she had such a sensitive part of him in her mouth, though he whined a little, the hand that clung to the sheets letting go and moving lower, touching the hand wrapped around his cock and urging her to move it.

How could she deny him anything he wanted? He was beautiful like that and when she heard the whine, a part of her slid closer to the surface, eyes green again in a flash, the purr rumbling deeper. His hand on hers had her following suit to give him what he sought, sliding it up along his shaft, grip firm but the pace slow. And through it, she watched him because god damn, aroused dwarves were hot.

He sighed in relief as she started stroking him, the pace slow but he didn't mind that, not when her fingers were wrapped so tight and presently around him. The touch only added more to his arousal, his erection getting harder with each slide of her hand along his length. His heels shifted where they pressed onto the mattress, his legs bent, and he sighed, his voice barely above a murmur. "Ah, Riley... Please."

She finally let him slide free of her mouth, kissing up around the base of his shaft, then leaving little pecks and licks up to the tip of it, tonguing the slit as she grinned up at him. "Please what, my tasty bundle of sexy?"

He sighed deeply, a mix of frustration and relief as she released him from her mouth, his hips then shifting and rolling towards the strokes of her hand. He glanced down as she kissed along his shaft, licking his own lips as he watched that wet tongue lap over the swollen and sensitive head, the sight alone arousing, the sensation of the touch itself only adding more to it.

His hand slid to her wrist, fingers tracing lightly over the skin, then he tugged on it lightly. "Please, come up here."

The light touch and request was enough, her hands and mouth leaving him as she moved to crawl back up his body, dropping light kisses along that firm front of his before she was face to face with him, touching her nose lightly to his before smiling. "Yes?"

On her hands and knees as she was, her mood was easily transmitted in the mischievous grin and the way her backside swayed to and fro, Riley looking for all the world like she wanted to pounce him.

His own lips curved into a dazed and aroused grin, tipping his head to brush his nose against hers, then lifting it up just enough to kiss her softly. He was quickly realizing he liked that too much, the nuzzling and kissing, the smallest of touches they shared - not that that was a bad thing at all, of course.

"Your mouth feels wonderful on me," he murmured, his words a breath against her lips. His hands touched her sides, then he slid them down, barely a brush of fingers that went all the way down to the soft curve of her ass. "But I'm in the mood for something else now."

She smiled at the kiss, lips pressing to his before it broke, letting out a happy little sigh of her own. The touching, the tactile way they had, it both soothed her and relaxed her. She was touchy by nature and having someone she was allowed to touch, who touched her back... it made being here more than tolerable.

Another quick grin at the compliment, then her eyes closed and she shivered as his hands skimmed over her skin, biting her lip when he touched her ass. "Is that so? Then I guess it's a good thing I'm ready for a little dwarf lovin'. Now," she said, moving to sit back on her knees, hands sliding down his body until she could prod at the side of his ass, "how about you move that toned little butt of yours and get to fulfilling that mood of yours?"

His hands didn't leave her skin, sliding down to her legs as she sat back, his erection brushing lightly against the inside of her thigh as she straddled him. He wiggled at the poking, but didn't mind it in the least, instead took it as an invitation, most especially when coupled with her words. And so, moving his hands to her waist, he pushed her weight off of him, easily turning them around on the bed.

Propping his weight up with both his hands to the mattress, he gave her more than enough room to move, then brushing his lips lightly on her neck, he pulled away, prodding the side of her ass himself this time. "Turn around, then."

"Whoop!" Over she went and she did so with a laugh, looking up at him with a teasing smile. Then she did as he asked, moving to get to her hands and knees. Of course, she didn't just get to her hands and knees, she made sure that she brushed against him as much as possible as she did. Her hip, her ass, her breasts against his arm. She finally situated herself with her ass firmly tucked in against his crotch, waggling it back and forth as his cock jutted out from between her legs.

She lifted a hand to stroke it, pressing it up against herself as she continued to rock from side to side. "Now what?" Oh, she knew now what, but she just wanted to see if he'd say something or just go for it.

She was so very purposeful in the way she turned around, and he could tell, though he didn't move nor complain in the least. He looked down instead, watched her as her body shifted around beneath him, eyes drinking in every soft curve of her body, how her back arched, her full breasts brushed against his arm. And of course, as she perked her ass up and pressed it against his groin, he rolled his hips, gasping softly as she reached down and touched his length, pressing the head against the wetness between her legs.

"Now, I feel you," he started, planting soft kisses over her shoulder blades, along to her neck, one of his hands leaving the mattress to trail up her side. "Your heat pressed against me, how warm and tight you are when you take me in, I need it so... need you so."

His hand slid down to between her legs as well, settling over her own, and together with her, he guided the head of his cock against her open, his hips shifting so that he could start pushing into her. "So now, I take you."

There it was. That thing that made him expressly him and not like any man she'd been with. His words were pretty but so very honest. His touch was careful but so very sure. There was no shame with him, no need to hold himself back. He was dominant because he was so self assured and Riley was slowly sinking deep into a sort of tangible need for him. Hard not to when he spoke that way, talked against her skin, nipped at just the right place to make her shudder, spoke of his needs and wants, and then shifted just so--

His hand was on hers, his body moving so that he slid into her instead of against her and she felt her breath catch in her throat. The hand holding herself up on the bed moved to the one of his doing the same, gripping his wrist as she pushed back on her knees, moving to take him in more even as he was pressing forward to fill her. "Please, yes," she crooned, more than happy to let him take whatever the hell he wanted from her if he could make her feel this good every time he did.

And he did.

He leaned back too as she shifted her weight onto her knees, leaving just enough room between them so that he could see the expanse of her back, eyes trailing down her smooth skin, all the way down to the point where their bodies met. His eyes closed at the sensation, familiar and yet, each time, feeling like something new and wonderful, unlike any other time before. And like this too, there was a different angle, a different sort of pressure that her body had around him, shooting sparks of pleasure all across his skin.

His other hand settled on her side as he moved his hips in one single thrust, his fingers teasing her clit for a little while before he moved that other hand too, both curling near her waist. She was somewhere between leaning forward on her fours, and sitting back on his cock, in a position that left him more than enough room and freedom to move against her. And with his hands on her waist, it was all the easier too, to lift her weight up and off of him as he pulled out of her, then slid back in, each thrust slow and thorough as he got used to this new feel, learnt just how both their bodies adapted to one another in this angle.

He could slide in deeper this way, the angle hitting her in a way that had her seeing blinding colors behind closed lids as he thrust in. There was that overfull sensation of just how large he was, then the rippling shocks that went through her with each press of his body into hers.

Her hands were on the bed, fingers digging in as she widened her knees, shifted the angle of her hips to let him go deeper still, her upper half lowering a little to let him have more control -- something she'd usually be more frugal with, but good god, he had ways of making her come undone. The teasing touch against her clit was one, as was the way his hands held her, guided her. The strength as he lifted her, moved her... She braced her hands against the bed and pushed back against him harder and faster, a moan leaving her as the force of it had pleasure zigzagging through her like lightning. "Oh my god, Fili."

She seemed to tense even more so in this position, though he could not tell if it was that she took more pleasure like this, or that she just felt that much tighter when he took her from behind. Likely it was a combination of both, but he did not care about such details in the least, he just wanted to enjoy it wholly, thoughtlessly, to let himself drown into yet another new kind of pleasure that he found with her.

The way she moaned, how she uttered his name so brazenly, it has his insides twisting, his blood boiling with arousal beyond belief. He met her body each time she moved back against him, his hips rolling towards her ass, feeling the full soft cheeks press against him as he thrust into her, in a rhythm that picked up all too quickly right now. One of his hands slid up to cup one of her breasts, squeezing it tightly as he pinched her nipple hard, the force with which he bucked his hips and buried himself into her more than enough to shove her body forward, until she was more properly on all fours. He stood more squarely on his knees, the muscles of his thighs and ass taut as he kept up the same pace, the same intensity.

His reactions spurred her on just as much as her own pleasure did. He met her thrust for thrust, his body slapping into hers, the strength behind those moves something that she thought might match hers -- or at least keep up better than a human's. It was gloriously liberating not to have to worry so much about restraining herself. It let her enjoy everything more, let her take him in harder, knowing she could take it and that she loved every second of it.

She added more than just the rocking back and forth on her knees to it, sometimes swirling her hips in a grind, sometimes rocking her hips more vertically to shift the angle, but each thrust had her heart pounding as hard as he was into her. "Close..." Not a complaint, but a warning to let him know he could either slow down and drag it out (which she didn't think was something on the menu for this particular instance), or he could speed up and ride through her orgasm. She was betting on the latter and she wondered if she could get him to come with her.

Slowing things down didn't seem much like their tendency up until now, perhaps because of the novelty of it, that neither of them seemed too interested to drag it out, not even when she said she was getting close. If he calmed down the rhythm for just a few thrusts, was only to push into her more thoroughly, to be sure that he was as close to the edge himself as she was. Then he picked up his pace once more, pounding into her just as hard and fast as before, both his hands returning to her sides as he rode her.

And soon enough, he hit his own climax, not wholly aware if she was going to reach it at the same time as him, but he hoped that the way her muscles twitched and spasmed all around him meant that she would. Through flashes of hot white, he cried out her name, his whole body tensing and arching towards hers in even sharper thrusts, filling her up even more so as he came inside her.

He did something to her. She couldn't figure out what it was, but while she'd never been exactly hard to get going, she'd also never come apart quite so quickly, or been quite so easy to please as she was with him. What would normally take half an hour with anyone else took five minutes with him. She had yet to figure out if that was good or bad. Probably good. Maybe they could get more in than if they took their time. Or maybe they'd learn to pace themselves -- the idea of a long, slow session of love making was certainly appealing. Of riding him, being ridden, of having it last so that one orgasm just melted into another...

But that was something for later. Later when she wasn't turning to orgasmic goo in his hands. When she could look at him without feeling herself get wet. When his hands didn't make her shiver and his voice didn't make her feel like he was touching her from the inside out.

The way she felt him start to speed up after that attempt to slow was indicative of his own closeness and she pressed back hard, hearing him call her name; that sound mixed with the way he swelled inside her as he pulsed his seed pushed her over and she came, body tight as it milked him through it. It took a minute for the adrenaline and ecstasy to wear off a little, but when it did, she slumped forward, ass still up in the air, body joined to his, but her head down on the bed, whispering his name and saying a few little terms of endearment in every language she knew.

With time, they would get more accustomed to it, but right now there was a hunger almost insatiable in him, a hunger for her, to feel her, to be with her. Even the briefest of thoughts or simplest of memories took his mind completely, and he found himself taken over by this urge, this need, that he could not manage to pace himself when he was with her finally, simply wanting to seek that supreme pleasure with her, to sprint his way towards it as if it were a race, and he had to claim the prize.

Soon, he was certain, it would be a little less so. And then they would find yet another level of arousal and ecstasy, one slower, more thorough, and likely more caring as well. But at the moment, the feel of her like this was too great to want to do it any other way just yet, especially as she hit her climax, and her tense muscles squeezed all of his seed out of him and into her, fluids spilling out of the rim of her open, sliding down her inner thighs in thick dollops with each slower and visibly more spent thrust.

It was only when they both calmed down from their high that he slowed his pace, then stopped completely, his lax muscles nearly making his body fall forward and onto her. He stopped himself though, eyes closed as he took deep breaths, pulling out of her and sitting back on his heels as to not fall on top of her. But before he moved close to her, either leaned down or plopped his weight down next to her, he kissed down her back instead, shifting back on the bed until he was nuzzling between her ass cheeks. Then he tipped his head just so he could taste their mingling fluids, his tongue lapping along her folds, slow and thoroughly, humming pleasantly at the taste of her - of them, together.

She panted, feeling a delicious sort of buzzing under her skin, the scent of sex and dwarf thick in the air, thick enough she could taste it. Smiling against the sheet, she turned her head when he withdrew from her, expecting him to come lay down alongside her where she could play with his hair and see those pretty eyes of his.

Of course, this was Fili, so he had to go do something she didn't expect in the slightest. The kissing was nice and she hummed in appreciation, but the tonguing of her slit, the tasting of the two of them... she bit her lip, his name a quiet plea, yet also said with the reverence of worship. "Fili..." Quiet and with a purr trilling over it, she turned her head to look back at him, surprise on her face, but a look that quickly settled into desire, though a milder form than when he'd come stalking in. "Come here," she hummed, a smile on her face as she held out a hand for him. The licking and tasting was something she attributed to other shifters and Riley was quickly finding that there was a lot of things that her kind and his seemed to have in common.

And dammit, she liked that.

He kept at it for a while longer, not enough to lick her clean, not with how wet she'd gotten and how much he'd come inside her, but plenty for him to taste, to swallow down and even leave some of those fluids lingering on his lips. As he pulled away, he licked them clean, prompt in doing as she asked, and he crawled up on the bed once more, his body a soft yet heavy weight as he slumped onto the mattress, feeling like a boneless mass almost.

Rolling from his side and onto his back, he scooted closer to her, putting an arm underneath her before she laid down next to him. He kissed her hand, her arm, whatever of her skin he could reach, urging her closer so that they could cuddle for a little while. "That was... hm, quite nice." He was teasing, of course. It had, in fact, been much, much better than just quite nice.

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