[God Quest] a stream too shallow

Safrin seemed to positively luxuriate in the tension between them, thoroughly enjoying the uncertainty she could feel wafting off of Ronin. She was a goddess after all, and she'd killed men for far, far less than Ronin was currently getting away with. That she could be touched at all seemed uncertain, and yet here she was, just a breath away between his arms and he between her legs. Close as they were though, there was still oh so very much distance yet to go. "And, do you want me Ronin?" She asked, her head tilted slightly more to the side so that strands of her dark hair fell against her bare shoulder and his fingers while her eyes bore softly into his. Leaning herself slightly more forward now, her back away from the stone wall with no more than an inch or so between her lips and his, she rolled her other shoulder causing the other strap to fall into the water. "As a man wants a woman? It has been so very long since I've been wanted for something besides my power." Her words had fallen to a mere whisper now, the room around them growing quite still. Safrin

RONIN

Ronin was in swift agreement about that - they were so close, and yet she stood galaxies away compared to how he would have things, if he could choose. She had him caught, did Safrin, and Ronin's view of the world had reduced already to the warm lap of water, the swell of her breasts under soaking fabric, the silk of her touch and the cupid's bow of her lips. A lock of her hair fell against his fingertips and he found himself combing through it, revelling in the beauty of her femininity while simultaneously wanting to move, to take, to have her, and his cock twitched impatiently at the very prospect.

"I want you," he said, gaze dropping to roam over her chest and down to her navel, the rippling and opalescent waves of the pool more a distraction than a pleasure now. His blood was alight with her touch, heating to a fever pitch, and rhyme and reason no longer had any part to play in his responses. Not when her questions were so... well. Blatant.

"I want you so much." Quite when his voice had dropped to something near a growl, and as the other strap from her dress fell into the water, he gazed back up at her face, wanting badly to close the distance between them but not quite daring to take the plunge.

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Closer she moved. The heat from her body was practically tangible, invisible sparks of electricity leaping from her skin to his as if some magnetic field therein was desperately trying to bridge the gap. The blush on her cheeks seemed so frustratingly real and surprising, as if this mortal man truly had the ability to colour the cheeks of a goddess with just his words. Imagine what else he might do, if given the chance. The globe of her breasts pressed against him now, her eyes locked on his. Both of her arms rose from the water to twine about his neck, as the back of her thighs brushed against the top of his. She weighed nothing, not in the water as she was, and yet the gravity of her—of the situation, of this place—rooted her firmly against him. Neatly sat in his lap now, the distance between Safrin's hips and Ronin's was precisely one-cock-length now, her lips a mere whisper away from his. 'Say it again.' She urged, her nose brushing against his, her eyes on his mouth. "Say you want me more than anyone else.." Her back arched slightly, her toes curling with anticipation. Safrin

RONIN

The need for her was dizzying now, and there was a heat in Ronin's cheeks too; every small amount of pleasure she deigned to show was enough to drive him wild, and he shivered as her arms twined about his neck. Safrin was a breath away, less even, and as she moved to wrap her legs about him he arched reflexively, wanting her so much closer, wanting to run his hands over her, to worship her with his mouth and his cock and to lose himself in her heat.

But still she teased, and he could do little more than stare, awed, lips parted and breath coming in soft pants quite without his permission. "I want you, Safrin," he repeated, his hands remaining at his sides with every ounce of control he had left. "Please - I want you. More than anyone else. More than anything."

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Like a key in a lock, she opened to him in the wake of those words. Drifting against him, softly at first as if the choice was made for her by the current, her thighs pressed against him, dainty ankles linked somewhere behind his back. Safrin's lips opened as if she might devour his, legs tightening that she might lift herself higher, so small was she in his arms. She breathed in the breath he released, fingers curling into his hair, dragging out the last moments of tension, of worry and wonder he might feel as to whether all of this was going to happen, or if it was a dream from which he was about to wake. "If you love me, then love me Ronin."  Ronin would find his goddess tasted quite unlike anything he could have fathomed before this moment. Her kiss was like the way peppermint makes even tepid water seem freezing, her touch bright against his skin. She was sweet in a way one could never grow tired of, but would instead crave and seek out again and again and again. Her tongue was small and soft inside his mouth, her fingers pressing against the back of his head to draw him to her. Back arched that he might feel the supple shape of her body, she moaned a note against his lips that he'd feel reverberating through his bones. Safrin

RONIN

If you love me, then love me Ronin.

It was all the permission that he needed, that he’d craved and wished for in the moments leading up to this one. Strange and powerful was his goddess, but here and now, in his arms, she was all coy touches and cheeks fired pink with pleasure. And when he had said he wanted her, gods, if only he had realised the height of the cliff from which he had thrown himself.

His hands glided beneath her thighs as she lifted herself up, and he tasted wildfire and lavender on her tongue, her moan quaking through him like a tremor in the earth. Ronin held her easily, her legs locked about him and a heat and friction already building between them that was distracting at worst. Distractedly, he stepped forward that he might sit her upon the edge of the pool, allowing his hands to make an eager if not reverent exploration of the hourglass of her hips, the swell of her breasts, fingers teasing against one erect, pink nipple, savouring these first times.

He wanted her to feel good, wanted to hear more of her voice suffused with pleasure, wanted to bury himself within her and lose the divide where he ended and she began. He broke their kiss, flushed and frustrated, a boyish smile on his face. The hand that had been caressing her breasts whispered up and around the back of her neck now; he guided her back, inviting her to lay down, thighs spread for his waiting mouth.

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As Ronin moved against her, the friction of his body against hers caused her dress to slip further. Distractedly almost, Safrin disentangled one hand and then the other from his hair that she might shrug out of the straps of her dress, leaving them to float around her in the water like pale petals that rippled out from her narrow waist. Curvacious as she was, Safrin's breasts were palm-sized at best, though Ronin would find that they seemed perfectly moulded for the shape of his hand. Indeed the nipple beneath his wayward finger would seem to rise further beneath his ministrations as if serving as a teasing reminder for the parts of him that might do the same if only they were touched. As he raised her from the water, the weight of her suddenly so real as the pool tried to keep her for itself, Ronin would find the transparent cloth of her gown clinging to her in lurid perfection—every curve and swell sculpted beneath the fabric. Pulling away from her it would be to see comet-trails of heat scattered across her cheeks, her long lashes fluttering with a strange sort of uncertainty that coloured her far more mortal than the coral of her blush. Her lips parted with a soft sigh, fingers tight with tension in his hair before releasing him as he guided her down. Laying back, maiden-like and vulnerable, Ronin would find that the strange amalgamation of divine and mortal aspects of Safrin continued between her thighs. Though her kiss had been star-bright and divinely tantalizing, he'd find her wetness did not taste like summer rains and morning dews as one might expect. No, this was a decidedly human taste, and if Ronin played his cards right, he'd find the outcome of his efforts would yield decidedly human screams of pleasure as well. Safrin

RONIN

Ronin had every intention of playing his cards right; his pulse quickened as Safrin lay back, the picture of maiden-like beauty, her dress splayed out around her like an opening lotus. It was with the slow and careful touch of a man intent on worshipping the flesh beneath his lips that he raised one of her legs to drape it over his bare shoulder. His mouth brushed against her inner thigh, kissing a hot pathway to her waiting core. Humming a note of pleasure, his hands slid beneath her backside, making his easier to arch her up and against his ministrations.

It was strange but no longer surprising, that with every moan and sigh and rising note of pleasure he drew from his goddess, Ronin felt his own arousal growing to something near unbearable. His tongue flicked out, lapping at her wetness and circling her clit, his fingers clasping her hips and squeezing, bringing her closer. Barely remembering to breathe, Ronin was fully encapsulated in his task, blinkered by the sounds of encouragement and plunging deep into the sudden and strange humanity he found within his goddess.

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The whisp of dark smoke that was her pubic hair rose towards the sky as Ronin lifted her hips. He'd find that the lean muscles beneath her skin were taut with anticipation, and yet for all her strength she trembled in the moments that lingered long between the pulses of breath  and the final, final touch of his lips upon her skin. When last had she been touched like this? Worshipped like this? Oh many did in their dreams, but not as reverently. Some thought of her as flesh to conquer over, imagining her in lewd positions, prostrated before them that they might exert their will over her and the rest of creation. Some suckled at her breast, happy to have her do the work of lifting them into her starlit fields of pleasure. But how long since she'd had anyone aim to be her equal? To bask in her not only because of the thrill it would bring her, but because of what it might offer them too? If it was apt to say that Ronin shone with starlight, Safrin errupted with it. It rained down upon them, covering them in fonts of light made tangible to their exposed flesh. With each moan of delight coaxed from Safrin by Ronin's eager and skilled tongue, she pulsed ever brighter, though not in a way that would blind her Dark Star. He'd see all the better for it and in ways he never could before. Wave-lines of energy sifted away from her in ultra-violet and prismatic hues. The beating pulsar of her heart thrummed from beneath a perfect breast as her hands moved to tear at the fabric of her gown, that his hands might have full access to her skin. "Ronin.." She gasped, fingers curled in his hair, pressing him against her before sharply raising his head from beneath her thighs. Panting, dizzy with lust and coloured scarlette with desire, Safrin looked at her star down the length of her own torso, lips parted. Awash in self control that held only by a thread, her fingers remained firmly tangled in his hair lest he try and finish her off against her better judgement. Sliding herself back on the marble floor, she patted the cushion of the chaise lounge, the fluttering of her heart casting star-gold shadows to pulse all around her. "Come here, my love." She whispered, breath low and eyes dark. Safrin

RONIN

Breathless and loving it, Ronin's eyes were like hazy points of blue fire as Safrin pulled him back, the fingers in his hair having only served to further spur him on. His grip on her relaxed to something more like a caress, and he gazed upon her with an expression of pure awe; the prisms of light that beamed and pulsed from her, the points of crimson on her cheeks mirrored in his own. Her name fell from his lips and he shivered with it, the hunter unsure of much more than the taste of Safrin lingering on his lips, the water lapping against him, the pulse of blood in his ears.

She moved, beckoned him, and he followed eagerly at her call. The water clung to him, dripping from skin flushed by much more than the temperature of the pool, and he sank into the cushions of the chaise lounge without really knowing how his feet had carried him there. Ronin watched her like she was the heavens and the stars and all the world below, the shadows that flickered all around catching in all the right places. He watched, rock hard in his arousal, barely able to keep his hands to himself.

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Her skin is the colour of wet sand, freckles scattered across it like so many stars; constellations for just his eyes to see. Turning, her fingers whisk up his thighs, avoiding entirely his groin as if entirely ignorant of his erection as it twitches for her attention. Dark eyes locked upon his, she perches herself at his side, her fingers finding his shoulders that she might lean him against the cushioning of the chair. "How long has it been, Ronin?" Her voice is a purr, her lips smiling faintly while her eyes blaze with a heat that seems tangible. "How long since you've been properly taken care? Since you've felt like a man?" Her fingers have left his shoulders to reach instead for one of his hands. Spreading her legs that she might straddle him, Safrin places the heel of his hand against one of her nipples, moving it in a slow and feather-light circle. The other she places against her hip. So small is she, this patchwork of his hands against her body sings of a certain sort of possessiveness impossible to find with someone...perhaps closer to Ronin's own build and size. Perhaps that was precisely her plan; to embody all the things Ronin hadn't experienced since being with Remi. Even his affair with Vanya had been far too fleeting. Hovering above him, her wetness like drops of dew against the midnight-lavender whiff of hair positioned directly above his erection, she leaned down to capture his lips in a kiss. Starfire burst from her tongue, the tangy-bright taste of her a wave as she moaned against his mouth. Simultaneously she rocked her hips forward so that the head of his cock would glide against her, made all the more slick by the star's previous ministrations. Safrin

RONIN

Gods, she was like a slip of silk draped upon the lounge beside him. And, small and delicate though her hands might be, he was like putty beneath them, his back meeting the cushions without any encouragement at all. Lips parted, he let his eyes roam over her within unabashed hunger, every curve, every swell, every movement made sublime by her grace and femininity. It did remind Ronin - too well, in fact - of the full spectrum of his sexuality, and a groan that was damned near a growl rumbled in his chest as she swung a leg across his lap.

One hand palmed her breast (which begged for the attention of his lips and tongue in his humble opinion), the other grazing down across her hips and thigh. Only her mouth captured his attention fully, Ronin's eyes slipping shut as starfire roared through his veins. The Dark Star gasped into the kiss as her hips rocked against his cock, her wetness a teasing promise of what might come if she would only hitch closer. "Safrin," he moaned, shameless in his need for her. "...Please."

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"Please what?" Safrin whispered against his lips, her lashes fluttering against the curve of his cheek as she smiled wickedly. "Would you have me then, Ronin?" He'd feel how appreciably controlled her muscles are beneath his hand, as her hips slip only a fraction down. She is so very within his grasp that it would be oh so easy to simply hold her still and thrust himself in. One motion is all it would take to shatter this last barrier between them. But does he have it in him? Should he? Rather than letting him answer, she arcs her back and stretches her torso with all the grace of a cat, suffocating the words he might have said with a nipple thrust between his lips. Her hips continued to undulate far, far too slowly over top of him, as Safrin exhaled a shaky frustrated sound of her own. "Ronin...you've made me so wet." She whispered into his hair, sounding as awed as she was delighted by this fact. Safrin

RONIN

Please what, indeed. Please let me fuck you? Please stop teasing me? Please tease me more? Ronin didn't know, and even before he could respond Safrin had arched luxuriously up and the Dark Star moaned into the soft flesh suddenly thrust into his mouth. Yes, it seemed to say, yes, you're fucking right I would have you. Both hands explored the curve of her hips and her waist now, while his tongue flickered across her nipple, circling and sucking and grazing it with his teeth.

All the while, he knew just how wet he had made her by the way her hips rolled over him, his cock sliding against her, grinding against her core but not quite getting there. His hips thrust up, practically of their own accord, and his fingers flexed against her as if intent to guide her down on top of him. Raw and primal, there was very little charm left in him, Ronin reduced to lust and love for his goddess in this most exquisite of tortures.

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