[God Quest] a stream too shallow

As Ronin's hips rose he'd feel...the strangest sort of resistance. Almost as if something was upon him that weighed more than he could even think of moving. Or perhaps he was being pulled down, certainly, his mind was too far away to parse the difference. Pulling back, Safrin's body a sonnet of female perfection, she narrowed an eye to give him a softly scolding look. "Now, now" Safrin whispered, cheeks dusky and eyes becoming ever more hooded with desire as she leaned forward to press her lips against his ear. "...let me..." And then, he was hers. Sinking down, her thighs tight against his as her hips rocked to take in every ounce he had to offer, she gasped against the shell of his ear, eyelashes fluttering with the fullness of him. Her torso leaned against his as she placed a bracing hand beside his neck, her body contorted beautifully to leverage every inch of skin. Still Ronin would feel that strange sensation of being unable to move his hips, unable to thrust into her. He was hers, to tease, to taunt, to use as much as she liked. But if that was a point worth making, surely she'd done so by now. Safrin rose once more before she engulfed him again, softly moaning a shaky breath into the deep purple of the couch. The perfect plum of her ass rose into the air as her cheek brushed alluringly against Ronin's, her lips whispering across his own. "More?" And Ronin would find his limbs light and energetic once again. Safrin

RONIN

It felt as though she had been waiting for this, waiting for his will to buckle, for her to drive him mad with her. And so as the strange weight of exhaustion suddenly held him down, a whisper of a curse made its way past his lips, mumbled into the soft swell of her breasts. He was powerless to resist, of course, cheeks red, eyes feverish as he gazed up at her, the soft locks of her hair whispering against his cheek as she leant down to speak to him.

Let me—

It wasn’t as if he had any further choice but oh, as she sank down onto him it was like the world split in two. Ronin fell into the void and Safrin was there waiting, the hot, wet tightness of her squeezing around him, taking him in whole. Breathless and unable to move, the moan she drew out of him was a purely animal sound as she arced up and down once more, his pulse hammering a drumbeat in his ears, his body held deliciously tense in her grip.

”More,” he growled, and no sooner was he able to move, he had all but lurched up, taking the goddess with him as he stood, thrusting deeply into her. Another moan fell, stuttering from his lips, lips he pressed eagerly against the side of her neck as his hands slid beneath her ass, clasping her against him.

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She stayed with him, fettered to his core like a shadow, despite all of her light. Her thighs wrapped around him, an easy anchor in the storm churned between them for the moments that their bodies parted. Safrin moved like a pendulum against him, she with her own gravity and tide that Ronin would find himself hopelessly drowned in. Luckily for him, she was there to breathe life into him again, her lips pressed desperately against his neck as her hands curled in his hair. Her breasts pressed insistently against his chest as her lower back found a rhythm to match the increasing beat of his heart—and hers too, in its own unique way. Whether or not, far away, a certain man with a certain ring would feel this drumbeat was a laughably unimportant question. Safrin, who had given birth to galaxies and star clusters, who had placed and then plucked this man in and from her sky, would not be overshadowed or outshone. "If you love me, then love me, Ronin." She begged against him, her lips a perfect O in their inability to voice the prismatic heat and pressure building low in her belly. Her perfect hair had come undone entirely now, falling in tousled waves, as starbright beads of sweat began to form down her spine. Safrin

RONIN

He had staggered to his feet in a fit of defiance and passion, and now he found himself anchored to Safrin so profoundly that he didn’t think he would ever want anything quite as much as this again. She moved against him and he bucked into her, his muscles screaming with electric fire that raced through the backs of his thighs and up into the base of his spine. Ronin mumbled something against her neck; a curse, a plea, a promise - who knew at to his point? - and at her command and direction his feet moved them forward... and right back into the pool.

The sudden weightlessness was conflicted by the way they were still locked together, Ronin’s thrusts given infinitely more leverage as he found the side of the pool to brace his goddess against. Already his body begged for release, and the sight of her body dancing with each pound and stroke of his hips was something that bards would make ballads about, he was sure. Still he held on, through stubbornness of some divine whim - because she had said to love her, and he wasn’t done yet.

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And oh, she needn't the ability to read his thoughts to know how well and truly ensnared he was. That pleased her more than any thrust of his hips might, for despite all he had experienced with her today, the core of Safrin was not mortal. She was, as all of us are, our flaws, and her most gravest of them was certainly her vanity. Her need to be needed, her desire to dominate in hearts and minds, her absolute demand to be loved above all else. And so it was that as her legs twined against his hips and upper legs like stripes on a candycane, that she pulled back with a breathless gasp. Pinned between cool white marble and the heat of Ronin, Safrin tightened her hold on him—physically, emotionally and mentally—and looked at him with a longing that was as beautiful as it was devastatingly dangerous. Ronin would be close now, and if he thought it was willpower alone keeping him from the precipice of his need, he was sorely mistaken. Trapped in a web of her making, eager as any fly, Safrin held him there, legs taught against him as her hips gyrated a painfully slow rhythm. His orgasm would rumble like a thunderstorm, the smell of it in the air and crackling all around, and yet held off just for now. "Say you want me, more than anyone else." She whispered, her tongue trailing a line behind his jaw to his ear, where she exhaled a warm breath. The pressure at the base of his spine would be dizzying now, the waves of it rippling up into his core like an explosion whose shockwaves have not yet quite begun to form. "Say you love me more than anyone else." Her body, like pure starlight made corporeal, writhed against him. Light, made flesh just for him. The divine, made mortal just for him. A boy made a man in her arms, whispers of pleasure the height of which he'd never achieved before promised in the touch of her fingers and her hot breath in his ear, if only he'd say the words. Safrin

RONIN

This, Ronin realised, would mark the moment when it didn't quite feel fun any more. Beads of sweat glittered on his forehead and trickled down the back of his neck, his breath coming in quick pants, cheeks flushed red with raw need and no small amount of frustration. Safrin was exquisite and endless and gods he needed to finish buried deep inside her, if only she would let him. Her whispered words and hot tongue upon his neck drew a stuttering gasp from his chest, and he moaned his desire into the soft column of her neck.

"I want you," he whispered, the words barely formed on his lips, his mind and body too consumed with the way her hips rolled against him, the way his cock ached for her. "I love you-- ah-- more than anyone else." Did it matter if it was just a dream any more? (If only, Ronin). The Dark Star was pushed to the edge, a fire out of control, and he would eat himself alive soon without release.

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Just as Ronin would tell himself it was all a dream and that he was blameless for that fact, similarly Safrin would tell herself that his words hadn't been coerced, but had instead been freely given. For the both of them though, the truth was somewhere darkly lost in between. For the next few moments however, there would only be light. In learning to draw, one of the most basic concepts is rendering perspective from a horizon line: a highway that starts wide and then bleeds to a single dot to indicate distance. Ronin's orgasm would feel not unlike those earlier and crude drawings. It would start far apart, nipping at the outside of his thighs and the balls of his feet. He'd feel the yawn of it in the back of his throat, expanding through his chest as if the breath he drew in was pure fuel to the column of starlit smoke bellowing from his core, stoked by the roll of Safrin's hips. Quickly though it would begin to narrow: his loins would burn with the brightness of Safrin, all blood drained from his limbs making them weightless in humble respect for the gravitational field that originated from where their bodies were joined. Narrower still and like a comet when he finally came, it would be a feeling of joy and release like no other. While Safrin might not have the powers or wiles of Frey—Ronin was not in the here and now fucking himself in a world made up of his own sexuality by any means—still she was not without her own prowess. Gathering him to her, his name on her lips in an endless cycle, her moans like ripples through glassy water, she clung to him with fingers pressed taut with ecstasy against his back. Spinning in infinities, the world of gold and marble entirely gone now, the pair exploded with starlight. Watchful of the stars as Ronin was, in the days to come he might notice a new one in the sky, not so very far from the Vanya-star. It would start small but would begin to grow.. Breathless, awash in a tangle of sweat, hair, and star-bright smiles, Safrin pressed her lips against Ronin's, breathing in the last of his moans. "Until next time, my love..." She whispered against his lips, sinking him down, and down, and down into the darkened depths and... ...the wagon was quiet around him, the blood of unknown monsters still washed from his body, his skin soft and smelling of juniper and lilac. In the darkness of midnight Ronin's wrists faintly showed the outlines of banding around the skin, like star-lined shackles in the darkness. In the daylight they would look like pale gold against his already dark skin. On the underside of his left wrist were four distinct marks in an uneven line: the Ares Constellation. Ronin has completed his god quest and has received the following item: Shackles of the Ram: Summons the Aries Constellation for one post. The constellation is semi-transparent and burns with starfire. Can range from palm-sized, to the size of a car. Safrin

RONIN

Ronin fell into infinity, the crackle of his orgasm roaring through him like the fires of a cosmos bursting to life. It was... indescribable, put simply - his mortal mind tried to bend around the bliss of it, the feeling of falling, of erupting, of being everywhere and everything and simultaneously held, tethered to the goddess wrapped around him. He couldn't breathe for it, vision whiting out, fingers and toes numb, until all that was left was the ragged thunder of his heartbeat and the aftershocks of ecstasy that shuddered up the backs of his legs.

His name was on Safrin's lips and he barely recognised it, only knowing that the sound of her voice was like being cradled in the bosom of the stars. Until next time...

But he wanted it now, only it was too late. He was sinking, and gods she was beautiful, and darkness closed in around him...

"Safrin...?"

Ronin's voice was a hoarse mumble, and he stirred enough to blink up at the ceiling of the wagon. He felt exhausted and exilirated, spent and rejuvinated, and he didn't even have the sense to notice the new additions to his skin as he fell again, stolen into sleep.

~FIN

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