[SE] dreaming of far away

Isla

Having been more than content to pleasure Everest at the side of the bath, it's a surprise, albeit a pleasant one, to feel him slip into the depths of the water alongside her, forcing her to move back a few feet. Would if I could she might have joked as he speaks, but no sooner do the words leave his lips when there are suddenly several versions of them all around, Isla's expression caught in something like soft awe to be able to admire their reflections.

"Never mind me, look at y--" Unable to finish her remark for the way Ever's hand gently directs her lips up towards his own, it's with their bodies poised at several different angles burning behind her eyes that she melts into his kiss. Stepping closer to all but drape herself against his chest, Isla's hands are greedy in their explorations, fingers skating across the planes of his shoulder blades and down his back to plunge beneath the hot water.

"I want you, Ever," she mumbles against his lips, surprising herself with the intensity of the lust for him that blooms low in her belly. "However you want to have me, have me."

I'll take a bruise, I know you're worth it
When you hit me, hit me hard

I'd still know you, not being shown you, I only need the working of my hands

Letting his hand fall away from her cheek, his fingers trickling down her arm and side before sliding between their bodies, he slips an imploring finger between her thighs, keen to feel the truth of her words for himself. Pressing up and into her, Ever's breath hitches against Isla's lips as he feels the marked difference between the wetness of the water and the wetness of her. Despite the mirrors he'd conjured all around them, the aviator allows his eyes to remain closed in order to better focus on the path his fingertip is carving up toward Isla's clit.

Leaning forward just as the fingers of his other hand splayed greedily across Isla's lower back, Ever clutches her close. The feel of her breasts pressed against his chest has ripples of heat exploding outward; for all the customizations the House of Midnight offered its clientele, the fact that multiple hands wasn't one of them seemed an utter travesty given the way the aviator was suddenly wild with need to let no inch of the Remedy go unfelt by his hands.

"Gods, as if I could ever make up my mind in a place like this." He whispers against her lips. "I could have you on a table, sprawled on a golden platter for me to consume. I could have you on a cloud, your hands handcuffed with starlight..." Pulling back if only enough for her to see the dark twinkle in his eyes, the aviator tilts his head roguishly to the side. "I could have you here, like this—" Some of the mirrors disappear, replaced with rocky walls and vistas that lead into small pockets of steam, not unlike when the pair had been in the Eye of the Storm and Everest had been unable to keep his hands off of the Remedy. Voices echo far away as if to imply that the couple were not completely alone. "—hard and fast, but quiet."

Everest

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Isla

Moaning softly into his mouth as she feels his fingers slip between her thighs, Isla lets one of her legs hitch up in the water to hook around Ever's waist, making it easier for him to feel her, to eliminate all distance between them. Letting her arms loop around his shoulders as if to help stay balanced, Isla's hips rock forward and against him even as her breasts press against the broad expanse of his chest, her mewl of pleasure lost in the dance of their lips and tongues.

"Gods, Everest..." His name is whispered like a prayer against his mouth, the scenarios he describes flashing like cinematics behind Isla's closed eyes. The hard planes of a table become the soft restraint of clouds and starlight, but as he continues and she finds herself blinking around at the bathroom turned Climb turned Eye of the Storm, it's with a hungry smile that she kisses a sweet bruise against his throat.

Hard and fast and quiet. "You'd better be ready to gag me, then," she whispers, still eyeing the splay of their reflections in some of the remaining mirrors, her hips rocking against him as if trying to encourage his rise into her even from here.

I'll take a bruise, I know you're worth it
When you hit me, hit me hard

I'd still know you, not being shown you, I only need the working of my hands

If it came to it, Everest would have Isla gag herself on his fingers, telling her to take them as she would his cock. He both did and didn't hope it would come to that; no doubt the sensation would only add to everything else he was feeling, but it would keep his hand from all the other places he might otherwise want to have it. "I think you can be a good girl." The aviator whispers darkly, finding it far easier to recall the training he'd undergone at the House now that Isla had tugged him so far past the line of what was proper and polite that he couldn't even make it out anymore.

Wanting to focus solely on her pleasure, as the Remedy adjusted herself above him, Everest likewise did the same below, his cock poised between her thighs such that he could already feel the way her body was beginning to open to allow him entrance. Rather than simply thrusting his hips up—he had said hard and fast—instead the aviator lowers his hands to Isla's waist, his long fingers corseting themselves tightly around her soft skin. Given how weightless she felt in the water, it was all but effortless to control where her body was, and, with his dark blue eyes fixed on hers, the aviator lowered her slowly but forcefully down onto his cock, his grip tightening as he filled her, before adjusting his own hips as if there was yet more of her to be taken.

Everest

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Isla

Hissing in a breath that's as much arousal as it is outrage - Doctor Lockwood is nobody's good girl, but if anyone can manage it it's the man in her arms - Isla lets her fingers curl through the back of Ever's hair, tightening her grip as if to prepare for whatever is to come. (Which is both of them, with any luck - and she personally likes their odds). Opening for him like a flower, whatever she's about to say remains caught in her throat at the feel of his strong hands clasping around her waist, guiding her through the water and against him.

Locking her gaze on Ever's, the Remedy is forced to bite at her lower lip to prevent the gasp of pleasure to feel him draw her down and onto the hard length of his cock, her legs hooking around his waist as if to echo his sentiments, that perhaps there's more of him to have. "Gods, I love you so much," she whispers, the words almost under her breath given their apparent need for quiet, but she has no doubt that it will stoke the fire within him that's already threatening to blaze out of control.

I'll take a bruise, I know you're worth it
When you hit me, hit me hard

I'd still know you, not being shown you, I only need the working of my hands

Blaze he does.

Having fully planned on seeing whether or not Isla liked being used for his own pleasure the way he'd once been shown—Ever was intending on slowly raising her on and off of his cock as if her body was his for the taking—instead he found that the sight of her flushed cheeks and stifled moans was maddening in the way it made him feel flustered and desperate to have her far more intimately than he'd been planning.

"Gods, Isla." Ever all but growls, his expression the most dizzying mixture of fiercely aroused and hopelessly in love. Scooping his hands beneath her and reshaping the bath with nothing more than a thought, the Remedy will feel porcelain rise up to perfectly contour her back as Ever leans her against the sudden semi-horizontal pillar jutting partially out of the tub. Letting his hands glide down toward her thighs to encourage them around his waist, the aviator blankets her body with his own, thrusting himself into her again and again. Water sloshed out of the bathtub, and though normally Everest would absolutely be distracted by this (all the more so owing to the new shift lurking problematically in his soul), but given how completely lost he is in the Remedy, he's hardly even aware of it.

"Cum for me, Isla. I want to feel you when you do." The aviator pants against the column of her neck, his lips leaving erratic kisses in their wake. As they both near respective climaxes, it's Ever who breaks the rule of silence despite having tried to quiet himself against Isla's lips, finding his release that much stronger for the way it seemingly came at the snapped tether of his restraint.

Whispering his apologies into the crook of Isla's neck—for any bruises, for the mess of water, for having loudly called out her name—Everest carries her out of the bathroom where their bed has magically moved to be near the fire. Laying her down closest to the flames so that their skin might dry naturally, as they succumb to exhaustion within their snow globe room, Isla might find that her boyfriend has shrunk in the night and grown rough fur and a large flat tail if she wakes up before he does.

~FIN

Everest

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