COF 24

 It was his most possessive kiss yet, hard and unyielding against her mouth, Lezard almost bruising her lips with his. His mouth nipped at hers, capturing her lower lip between his, nibbling on it. Lenneth’s mouth opened, a breathy little gasp issuing from her. He slipped his tongue past her lips, taking every opportunity to leisurely explore the inside of her mouth. He wanted to spend time licking, stroking her, getting to know every inch of that delightful mouth of hers.

Her tongue was moving, caressing against the underside of his. He draws back, letting her tongue travel after his into his own mouth. Once there he begins to suck on it, and Lenneth lets out a strangled sound, surprised at the move. He’s never done that before, and she doesn’t know what to make of it. Lezard releases her only long enough for them both to get some air, the wizard looking down at her, amorous eyes dark with desire. “I’ve waited for you for so long, Lenneth…” His voice is a low purr, fingers stroking back the hair around her face. She just looks at him, unsure of how to respond which is fine with him. He doesn’t expect her to make up falsities to soothe his ego. Instead he occupies her mouth by resuming kissing her, pressing them together, his arm around her waist, pulling her tight against his chest. The Valkyrie having to stand on tip toe to reach his mouth.

Lezard looks at her lips, seeing her soft mouth is a little blurred, a little kiss swollen. He reaches up to touch her lower lip, stroking it tenderly. Lenneth kisses the tip of his thumb, and he slides his finger into her mouth, free fingers caressing the side of her face. Lenneth sucks lightly at his thumb, tasting the salt of his skin. Lezard feels the pull of her lips all the way down to his groin, his member twitching in interest to her sucking.

She almost doesn’t want to let go of his finger, but out it comes, sliding wetly across her lips. He leans in to kiss her once again, holding their mouths together until Lenneth is left gasping for air. He thinks on how he’s really got to teach her to breathe through her nose when they kiss, Lezard wanting the sensation of their lips coming together to last even longer.

Lezard then moves to kiss at her neck, knowing it was a sensitive part of her body. The taste of her is familiar to him, her current scent being that of the bath water and soap Andais uses. He licks down the side, finding the pulse point in her neck, letting his teeth graze against it. He doesn’t even leave an imprint, being careful, oh so careful in his use of teeth on her tender flesh. His lips pucker up, kissing where he bit, tongue sliding against the skin. He knows he’s staining her skin with love marks, and he doesn’t care, liking the sight of the dark hickeys on her porcelain pale skin.

Lenneth is just standing there, holding herself still against him as he works on her neck. “You can touch me you know…” Lezard tells her, wanting to feel her hands on his body. It was almost as though she had been waiting for permission, her hands coming to his arms, sliding slowly up to his shoulders. It’s a safe place to touch, the wet material of his shirt barring full contact on his skin. It’s when her fingers brush against his neck that he lets out a sigh, the simple touch meaning more than it should to him.

Her fingers reach around to the back of his neck, playing with the fine strands of hair there, nails sliding through the short tresses. Lezard resumes kissing her, this time gracing her bare shoulders with his lips. It’s tiny worshipful kisses he plants there, a light smacking noise sounding as he moves along her skin. He feels Lenneth put a kiss in his hair, lips touching the top of his head even as he kisses across her body.

Working his way down, Lezard comes to the edge of her towel, kissing between the crevice of her breasts. Lenneth lets out a cry, feeling his tongue slip underneath the towel, a teasing weight on her chest. His fingers come up to the edge of her towel, but Lenneth shakes her head no, not quite ready to take the next step. Lezard pauses, frustration in his eyes, even as they widen in surprise. Lenneth’s hands are on the move, dropping down from his neck to the buttons on his shirt. Her blue eyes are lowered, modestly avoiding looking at him as she begins working the buttons of his blouse free.

He reaches up to help her, almost ripping his shirt open in his eagerness. Somehow between the two of them, they managed to get all the buttons undone, without tearing any free of the material. From the top of the opening, she slides her hand in, palm going down his front, the shirt opening further as her hand travels. She stops at his stomach, moving back upwards, a look of concentration on her face, as she feels up his abdomen, moving up towards his chest. Her other hand reached forward to take one side of his blouse, and gripping both sides tightly, she wrenches it open, yanking it far enough to slide off his shoulders, and halfway down his arms. The wet shirt hangs loose and open, his chest revealed to her for the first time, and Lenneth just stares, taking it all in. She already knew he was slender, now discovering him to have a build similar to that of a dancer, with just a hint of muscles on his lean frame.

His nipples are dark against his pale skin, and she touches one, wondering if such a movement feels as good to him as it does to her. Lezard lets out a noise, and encouraged by this, she takes hold of the nipple between two fingers, giving him a little pinch. He lets out a little hiss of breath, and Lenneth freezes, thinking she hurt him somehow. “No don’t stop…” Lezard says urgently, catching at her hand before she can pull away.

“Are you sure?” Lenneth asked, and he nods at her, a smile on his face. She touches his nipple again, finding it harder than before, sticking out more. She gives in to the urge to lean forward and kiss his chest, lips puckering around his nipple. She licks at it, then moves upwards, away from his chest, towards his collarbone. Her arms are reaching around his neck again, pulling him down towards her, even as she strains as far as she can go to reach his neck. She wants to kiss him there, copy his moves, and make him feel good as well. Lezard obliges, bending down towards her, leaning his neck to the side. Lenneth attacks it vigorously, raining kisses up and down his skin, even going so far as to kiss behind his ear.

She then licks downwards, and finding a spot she especially likes, bites down. She feels him give a little jerk, the Valkyrie not being as careful with her teeth. But still Lezard doesn’t pull away, letting her cling to him, working to mark him like he has done so many times to her own neck. Seconds go by, her lips sucking at his skin, until at last she is satisfied, and pulls away, looking at the reddening patch on his neck. The indent of her teeth is on his skin, perfect semi circles of where she bit down.

She doesn’t get to look long, Lezard is already hugging her to him again, have a constant need to feel her in his arms. This time when his hands touch the knot in her towel, she doesn’t stop him, allowing his dexterous fingers to free her from it’s soft confines. The towel slumps to the floor, laying crumpled at her feet. Holding onto her wrist, Lezard pulls back from her, eyes slowly traveling over her naked form. She shivers, but it has nothing to do with the cold, and everything to do with the look in the wizard’s eyes.

“You are so beautiful…” Lezard says at last, voice husky with desire.

“Thank you…” Lenneth replied with a blush, fighting the urge to hide from him. He came forward again to embrace her, and even through his pants she could feel him, hard against her hip. That made her nervous, almost scared, but it was the thrill of the unknown that coursed through her veins, the innocent woman curious about his unexplored anatomy.

Lezard kissed her again, not wanting her mouth to feel neglected, even as he yearned to explore the rest of her body. She gripped his shoulders, eagerly meeting his tongue with hers, her desire growing stronger by the minute. She let out a disappointed whine when he pulled back, and that made him smirk. He placed a fingertip to his mouth, licking at it. Lenneth looked puzzled at this, even as he brought the hand down to her chest, placing the wet tip against one nipple. He rubbed it, his saliva slick against her nub, moistening it. He then bent down, blowing on her chest, the cool air against the wet nipple causing it to instantly pucker up and harden.

He was touching her other breast, the nipple still flat. “I think this one feels neglected.” Lezard said, giving her breast a slight squeeze. How he loved playing with her breasts, finding her chest to be one of his most favorite parts of her body…at least…of what he had access to so far!

He opened his mouth wide, taking in not only the nipple, but a good portion of her breast inside as well, sucking fast and hard against the skin. It doesn’t take long for her nipple to mirror it’s twin, and he lets his tongue brush against it, even as he continues his sucking motion. He plays with her other breast, rubbing his palm over it in a circular motion. Lenneth is crying out, soft spoken mews of pleasure that speak of a job well done.

He transfers attention from one breast to the other, mouth always busy, fingers always caressing, intent on giving her the maximum amount of pleasure at the same time. Lenneth is stroking the back of his head, still making those soft sounds. Her legs are shaky, Lenneth hanging on to him, trying to keep from sinking down to the floor. Noticing this, Lezard pauses, backing her up towards the bed, letting the back of her knees hit the edge, causing her to topple onto the mattress.

She looks surprised for a second, then lets out an honest to goodness giggle, amused by his antics. He’s deadly serious, darkly intent on her, moving in to kiss her nipple one last time, before beginning to lick a wet trail down her stomach. Down he goes, reaching the silver curls of her pubic hair. Lenneth squirms underneath his tongue, catching at his face before he can go much farther. “What are you doing?”

He pauses, surprised at the question. She’s looking at him with innocent eyes, truly unknowing of his intentions. Lezard wonders how to broach the subject without angering her, wondering just how innocent she truly is. That brought another thought to mind, the man realizing he didn’t know much about the body he had stolen for her, knew absolutely nothing of it’s sexual history. “Lenneth…are you a virgin?” He didn’t dare hope, thinking she was an immortal Goddess. Surely in the thousands of years she had existed, she must have had many lovers…but she was blushing once again as she meekly nodded her head, and his eyes widened in surprised amusement. “Well that explains our earlier conversation…” He murmured.

“I’m sorry…” Lenneth said, and it was as though the rest of her body would flush to match the blush in her cheeks. He chuckled, shaking his head ruefully, not believing she was apologizing for being inexperienced! “Believe me, it is not a problem!” His grin widened, and he feared he must have a silly expression on his face, giddy with glee at being the first to touch her like this.

“Just lay back my darling…” Lezard told her, planting kisses on her belly. He spread her thighs, eyeing her nether lips. He reaches with his hand, placing his palm against her mound, just feeling the soft cushion of flesh, the tickle of her hair against his skin. Lenneth quivers under his hand, tensing up slightly, but wondering if this is going to be like with her breasts. She feels a shiver of anticipation as she gazes down the length of her body at Lezard, the man still wearing that strange smile on his face. His fingers started to move, ruffling her curls, before he moved away, gripping her thighs.

Lezard knelt down on the floor, positioning himself in between her legs. He didn’t dive in towards the tender spot between her legs. Instead he placed his lips against her inner thigh, kissing the skin there. Lenneth let out a surprised moan, feeling his tongue lick across her thigh, dancing, making moist patterns across her skin. He moved closer to her center, kissing softly on her flesh. His lips brushed against the crease where her leg joined her body, and he licked along the length of it, before moving back down her thigh. He was teasing her, delaying putting his mouth on her core, liking the feel of her squirming underneath him.

He kissed some more of her inner thigh, turning his attention to the other one. He began suckling the skin there, thinking how delicious it would be to leave his mark in such a hidden place. A secret hickey only they would know about. He sucked and worried at the skin there, hearing Lenneth’s cries grow louder yet. Satisfied the skin would darken to a bruise, Lezard moved upwards, kissing his way to her covered folds. He brushed his lips over her virgin slit, and he felt Lenneth’s hips buck up, thrusting her groin to meet his face. “So impatient…” He chuckled, breath teasing against her core.

“Lezard!” She cried, more than a hint of an impatient whine in her voice. This time he pressed his lips against her, kissing her as though he was kissing her mouth. He was gentle at first, than increased the pressure, his tongue sliding out, parting the moistening folds of her vagina. She was spreading open beneath his mouth, revealing pinks furls of flesh that just begged for his attention. He did not disappoint, letting his slick tongue dip inside her. He heard Lenneth’s breathing increase, coming out in rapid gasps, and glanced up. She was looking down at him, eyes wide with shock, the pupils darkening with desire.

“Should I stop?” He asked with a knowing smirk. Lenneth rapidly shook her head no. He laughed again, returning his tongue to her folds. He’s running it up and down the length, back and forth, slow and patient. She’s wiggling her hips desperately against his mouth, her moans coming louder, though she does her best to stifle the sounds, a hand covering her mouth, desperate to keep Andais from hearing.

“No Lenneth…” Lezard told her, reaching up to take her hand away from her mouth. “I want to hear you enjoying this!”

“But…” Her eyes fill with shame, the Valkyrie clearly embarrassed by the sounds she was making. “She’ll hear us.”

“So let her.” Lezard gave an uncaring shrug of his shoulders, privately feeling a thrill at the thought of someone overhearing them. Further protests from Lenneth died down, as he licked her again, she letting out a happy yowl. He resumed licking, reaching the top of her slit, searching for something. It was her clit, that tiny pearl of flesh that was hardening under his ministrations. He flicked his tongue against it, feeling her legs shudder. He made his lips into a tiny o, and began gently sucking at her clit. Lenneth’s voice went wild, her hands coming down to touch his face. They ended up in his hair, pushing him deeper against her, trying to hold him there as though she feared he might stop again. He has no intention of stopping, intending to bring her over the edge with his mouth alone. He was watching her face carefully, trying to judge how close she was. He began sucking harder, and her hips rose off of the bed, and he moved with her, staying connected to her.

“Don’t stop! Don’t ever stop!” Lenneth was begging him, the nails of her fingers almost painful in his scalp, her head tossing from side to side, her breath coming in short bursts of air. She was quivering under his mouth, and with a wild scream, her hips convulsed, and he has to wrap his hands around her thighs, hold her down on the bed as she orgasms. His mouth never loses contact, and he slips his tongue into her slippery passage, feeling her body clenching, spasming as it searches for something that isn’t there, not yet at any rate.

One more cry from her, quieter now, Lenneth gradually grows limp underneath him, body falling back to the bed. Her blue eyes were half lidded, desire raging deep within them. “That was…amazing…” She murmured, feeling as though she was boneless. Waves of heat and chill spill over her body, the Valkyrie still riding the endorphins of her orgasm. She feels too good to be bothered by the smug look he is flashing her, filled with wonderment at what she had just experienced.

“I want to make you feel good too…” Lenneth says at last, pushing up on her elbows. Lezard grin widens, looking almost predatory, as he gestures her towards the edge of the bed. “I’ve a few ideas on how you can accomplish that!” She merely looks at him, curious as to what he will suggest. Standing before her, he catches at her hands, bringing them to the buckle of his belt. She gets the hint, fingers undoing the loops, sliding it free of his pants. She throws it on the floor, Lenneth not bothering to see where the belt lands. Without him asking, she leans in to kiss his stomach, fingers tugging at his pants, pulling them down past his knees. He hadn’t bothered with underwear, his member springing eagerly free of it’s confines.

Lenneth can’t help but stare at him, Lezard being the first healthy man she has seen naked in a long time. And the first one that is aroused, fully erect from the wanting of her. He is thick and long, a rich mahogany of pubic hairs around his member. The word beautiful comes to mind, the girl now knowing why he had felt the need to utter such a compliment to her upon seeing her naked. There was just something spectacular about the naked human form.

Lezard enjoys how Lenneth is looking at him, shaking his arms, letting the shirt slide the rest of the way off his hands. It falls to the floor, even as he steps out of his pants. He moves closer to the edge of the bed, and Lenneth reaches out. Her hands are on him, and she brings her mouth to his stomach, butterfly kisses going onto his abdomen. Some of her hair falls forward, brushing against his straining member, teasing him further. Her hands slide down his side, touching his hips, feeling him out before she pulls back to look at him some more.

The dark rose head of his dick is wet and glistening, and she reaches out to touch it, smearing the pre cum across the tip. Lezard lets out a moan as she touches him. “Yes…” He says, seeking to encourage her. But she needs no such encouragement. Lenneth is already leaning forward, placing a damp kiss on the head of his penis, a shy flick of her tongue tasting him. The feel of her tongue on him is enough to make him throw back his head, a soft moan falling from his lips. Lezard can hardly believe his luck, ready to damn all the Gods and Goddesses in Asgard if this proved to be nothing more than a wonderful dream.

Lenneth was still lapping delicately at the head of his shaft, tongue licking as though he was an icicle pop. He could feel her tongue trailing down the side of his shaft, little wiggles and probes, tasting the rest of him. She puckers up her lips, kissing down to his balls, than back up again. If possible he thought he grew even harder under her attention, feeling that maddening touch of her tongue on his penis. She’s beginning to give a gentle sucking of the underside, being sure to swirl her tongue over and around the crown each time she reaches his top. She’s very careful to avoid using her teeth on his most delicate part, and Lezard fights not to move his hips, wanting to thrust into her mouth.

“Lenneth…” He can barely get out her name, his voice is so thick with need and desire. He sees her roll her eyes up towards him, looking at him curiously. “Your mouth…I need…” He swallows nervously, trying to get it all out. “I need to feel your mouth on me…” She seems confused for a second, then her eyes widen with understanding. With one last kiss on the wet head, she parts her lips, letting the tip slide into her mouth. “Gods yes!” Lezard hisses out, arching into her mouth. She lowers her head, taking in more of him, the wet heat of her mouth feeling absolutely delicious to him. Lezard makes a sound deep in his throat, sounding very much like a big cat purring.

He feels her suddenly release him, a sudden change in temperature, coolness against his wet member. But before he can ask her why she stopped, her mouth is enveloping him again in it’s warmth, this time taking several inches inside her. Lenneth starts sucking, her tongue caressing what is in her mouth, and Lezard feels his toes curl. This time it’s his hands in her hair, wanting to show her the bobbing motion that will give him the most pleasure. It’s a guiding touch he shows her, and she soon picks up the pace on her own, Lezard murmuring nonsense endearments at her.

It’s only when he feels his balls starts to tense up, that he pulls her off of him, not wanting to reach his release that way. “Did you…?” Lenneth trails off, not knowing how to ask. “No my sweet…” Lezard shook his head. “Not yet.” He gently gripped her shoulders, easing her back down on the bed, her legs dangling off the edge. He caressed her belly, then let his hand slide down to part her legs once more, hearing Lenneth let out a startled gasp as his hand found it’s way back to her center. Two fingers slid in to her, testing, searching. He found her still damp with desire, wet and open, ready for him.

“Spread your legs for me…” He urges Lenneth, and she does so, though not wide enough to his liking. He puts his hands on her knees, pushing them further apart, even as he comes between them, his penis straining to reach her. He lines himself up with her bottom, pressing his erection against the opening of her body. He moves his hips, rubbing his penis against her nether lips, teasing the both of them with the feel of it sliding along the length of her crease. His movement brings him up against the entrance of her body, and he presses against it, slowly pushing forward.

Lenneth can feel her outer lips spreading apart easily enough, but the inside is a different matter. Though wet, it’s a snug fit, hugging him tightly. Lezard tells her as much, moaning in pleasure at the tight fit of her body. He pushes harder, causing them to spread to allow him in, inch by inch. His tip comes up against a barrier, a thin fleshy bit of membrane that attempted to bar any further progress.

“Lenneth…” Lezard moaned, leaning forward, to brush a kiss against her lips. She was kissing him back, not understanding why he had stopped. He moved his head so that his mouth was by her ear, and just as he plunged forward through that virgin barrier, he bit down hard on her ear lobe. It was an old trick, the biting down on the ear of a virgin to distract her from the pain of losing her maiden head. Lenneth cried out, jerking against him, and he patted her head, running his hands through her silver blue hair. “It’s all right…” he soothed, feeling her blood mingle with the wetness between her legs. “The worst is over now…”

Her tearful blue eyes were narrowed in distrust of him, not believing him. He rested between her legs, giving her time to adjust to his size. He was confident the upset in her eyes would fade once he started to move again. An eternity seems to pass by as he waits, judging the perfect time to start moving again. He starts to pull out, almost leaving her body, before he slowly slides back in, her muscles stretching to accommodate him. Lenneth feels an ache in her body, shivers at the feel of his flesh moving inside of hers, stroking across intimate skin that had never before known the touch of another person.

“So delicious…” Lezard murmurs against her neck, once again thrusting inside of her. He’s still moving slow, sliding against her, making low sounds of pleasure. Soon Lenneth’s voice joins his, whimpers turning into pleasure filled moans, her hips starting to gyrate, to match the rhythm and speed he sets. He catches at her legs, pulling them up around his hips. Lenneth crosses her ankles behind his back, the soles of her feet resting on his butt. She presses with her feet, wanting to feel him deeper inside her. He obliges her, plunging into her up to the base of his shaft, balls slapping wetly at her entrance.

“Mine…” Lezard tells her, starting to move his hips faster. “All mine…” He’s not sure if she’s lost to the pleasure, or if she truly agrees with that statement, but Lenneth is nodding her head, enthusiastically telling him, “Yes! Yours!”

Lezard didn’t think it was possible to get any hotter, but hearing her words set something off in his blood, the necromancer’s hips pounding in a steady rhythm, picking up the pace even faster. Lezard was doing his best to control himself, the urge to just pound into her was strong, and he didn’t want to bruise her. He’s changing to shorter, quicker strokes, one particular sharp thrust causing her to call out his name. He does it again, and there it is, that gasping cry of “Lezard!”

“Lenneth!” He moans back in reply, pressing against her front to kiss her mouth. He can feel her breasts bobbing against his chest, nipples rubbing into his skin. Her hands are seeking out his, sliding down his arms, going over his wrists, past his palms. Her fingers bend and flex, entwining themselves with his, and he tightly grips her back, kissing her all the while. He doesn’t know how long they’ve been doing this, and he doesn’t care, wanting this feeling to last forever. Suddenly Lenneth’s back arches, her eyes wide as she makes a muffled sound against his mouth. He can feel her inner muscles tightening, clamping down on him. They want to milk him of his seed, and he’s all too eager to give it up. As the hot fluid spurts out of him, Lezard groans his release into Lenneth’s mouth, hips slowing down, but not quite coming to a halt.

With one last shudder, Lezard falls still, feeling himself drained, but running on a natural high. Lenneth unhooks her legs from around his waist, giving him the freedom to slide free of her body. With a kiss, he does so, hands slipping free of her grasp. He touches her legs, planting worshipful kisses down her one leg, before scooping both up in his arms. He shifts her body, moving her so that her legs no longer hang off the side of the bed. Instead he pulls her into his lap, holding her in his arms. Lenneth let out a happy sigh, resting her head on his chest, even as his fingers played with her hair. “See?” Lezard asked. “It can be so good between us, my sweet…”

“Hmmm…” Lenneth made a noncommittal noise in reply, a hand reaching up to her face to cover her sleepy yawn. He couldn’t help the smug smile that came across his face. “I’ve tired you out.” He boasted proudly.

“Maybe just a little…” She agreed, eyelids drooping. She felt him place a kiss on the top of her head. “Then sleep Lenneth…safe in my arms…” She smiled at this, snuggling against his chest, allowing her eyes to fall close. Lezard leaned back against the pillows, a contented sigh issuing from his lips.