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After Captain Isabelle's very blunt response to his proposition of initiating a purely sexual relationship, something to allow both of them some physical release, Fall found himself feeling somewhat bemused. The innocent-seeming young sky-blue-skinned Tiefling woman-child, barely a year past the age of adulthood by her own admission, had apparently had lessons in such things upon reaching her majority. He'd known that some noble families did that with their sons , tossing fresh-faced young men into a brothel to learn about sex, but he hadn't thought any noble might do the same for their daughter .
Then again…
He paused and glanced down at his hand, his thumb passing over the softly shimmering Demon Mark seared into his palm. His new Captain had just enough active Cambion blood running through her veins to make Deals. And a supposedly loving Cambion Mother might well want her child to be as well versed as possible in the darker aspects of the world.
She did mention that her Uncle knew 'all sorts' of ways to torture people and had given her lessons as well…
Shaking his head, the half-drow male made his way toward the Captain's quarters under the guise of needing to seek her out as her First Mate. In reality, he knew that she was taking him up on his offer. Neither of them saw sex as anything other than a tool. 'Catching feelings,' as the Captain called it, wasn't something she was worried about if they tumbled into bed together. Which did make him wonder how she might actually 'catch feelings' for someone. She had cared deeply for his near-lookalike, this Snow, but by her own admission had never bedded the man. How then, to… Well, woo her, essentially?
He paused near the door to the Captain's cabin and let out a sigh. After being rescued from a rowboat at sea with no ore, no food, and no water by the kind-hearted Captain, after seeing the destruction of the lower parts of Baldur's Gate, of which he'd had a damned hand in without knowing the full extent of what was to happen, after being saved again by the Captain as she helped him both deal with a magical illness and then get him out of the city before anyone could recognize him… well.
Was it really surprising that he wanted to do better? Be better? And, despite surprising him with that damned Deal of hers, a fair deal in his estimation after he'd had time to calm down, given that he was to aid her in her quest to stop those responsible for the attack on Baldur's Gate and she was to assist in keeping him alive in the process, his instincts were saying she would be able to help him in his desire to change-
He sneered, abruptly upset with himself. How many times had his 'instincts' led him astray? How many times had he trusted someone only to have them stab him in the back? Literally? He took a slow breath and let it out, shaking his head to clear it. No. Maybe they'd work something out later, but for now? Nothing but a relationship of convenience. Nothing but lust. That he understood. And quite well.
His frown shifted into a smug smirk as he continued forward and knocked politely on the door. As well practiced as he was, he knew how to bring someone to the heights of ecstasy. How to make people faint with pleasure. How to get someone addicted to sex. She wouldn't want to get rid of him once he was done working his own special brand of magic…
"Come in!" Captain Isa called out cheerfully, and he opened the door and slipped inside.
The Captain was in her 'work' outfit; loose, puffy pants, an odd set of shoes almost like slippers, and a sleeveless top that showed off a line of silvery scales along her shoulders and the base of her neck. A physical manifestation of the dragon heritage she'd received from her Dragonborn father. He was admittedly curious to see just how far down the scales went. Her hair was up in a loose bun, but it was far neater than it had been a few days ago when she was still working herself to exhaustion trying to take care of the crew without letting the crew help. Without letting the crew do their jobs . Her silvery eyes were clearer, too.
As expected, she had tea set out for them both. The Druidess did love her tea. And yet… There was tea from two different teapots.
Odd.
"Go ahead and sit down," she said as straightened and moved toward the door to lock it. "The blue teacup is for you-"
He passed her to walk over to the table, lightly reaching out to brush his hand against her own as they walked by each other. She broke off what she was saying to shoot him a bemused look before placing her hand on the door. He sat down and picked up the tea in the blue cup, taking a sip of it. Sweet, with bitter undertones that were still somehow pleasant on the tongue. A choked laugh from his new Captain made him look up at her with a blink and a raised brow.
"And what is so funny, Captain Isa ?" he asked in a teasing tone as he stressed the shortening of her name. She huffed in annoyance, rolling her silvery eyes.
"You might not want to drink any more of that just yet," she said, shaking her head as she moved over to sit and drink her own tea. "Mine is a preventative. Unless you want to risk having kids?"
"Oh, no, no, no, no, no. You drink up," he said, blanching a little and shaking his head firmly. He glanced at his own cup and tilted his head. "What will mine do, then?"
"Hm, that cup was meant as an offer. One that you don't have to accept right now," she tilted her head at him in turn, taking a sip of her tea and offering him a sly little smile. "But I've found that I like driving male partners to the point of over-stimulation just as much as female partners. The tea helps keep your cock from flagging. Don't worry, a single sip won't hurt, but I'd avoid drinking more unless you want to go that route."
White brows flew up at that, and he found himself leaning back against his chair. Once again, she was being blunt to the point of crassness, which shocked him a little. She was being surprisingly open about this. And that was not something that he was used to from a high-born her age, to be honest. Most high-born nobles who had just reached their majority were shy, delicate little things that either didn't know what they were doing or tried way too hard to seem competent when they really, really weren't.
Isabelle's lips twitched as if she knew what he was thinking. He pressed his thumb against the Mark. Hopefully, she couldn't, but he still didn't understand entirely how the damned thing worked. Just that, as her mood had improved, the Mark became more vibrant and… perhaps healthy would be the right term, given that the black was giving way to blues, purples, greens, and silvers.
"You mentioned letting things play out as they will," she said as she downed the rest of her own tea. "I'm fine with that, for the most part, but if either of us does hit a limit, then the safe word is 'pilgrim.'"
"I rather think that wouldn't be needed for a first encounter, so to speak," he said with an amused twitch of his lips as he glanced at the tea in his hand, swirling it around for a moment. "But if that makes you comfortable, then, by all means, Captain, I'll keep the word in mind."
"Good," she stood up a moment later and moved over to his side, reaching out slowly to give him time to pull away.
He held still for her, watching her through lidded eyes as she trailed a finger along the wide scar under his left eye. She traced the line of it all the way down to the line of his jaw before sliding her finger down to his chin. Patient as can be, he let those silvery eyes examine his face, knowing that she was drinking in the differences and locking into her mind that he was not Snow . She'd done this once before and had even apologized for confusing the two of them at first. Given that the Changeling in question had taken on his half-brother's form and that he did look very similar to his half-brother, the initial confusion was understandable. She was trying. A small part of him appreciated that.
The rest of him would use the resemblance to his advantage for as often and as long as he could get away with it…
He set the cup of tea down, reaching up to gently wrap his hand around her own smaller one. Isabelle let out a small hum and leaned forward, pressing her lips gently against his own. The kiss was slow and gentle, a light pressure that was more teasing than hungry. Fall slid his fingers down the back of her hand, over her wrist and forearm. A little shiver ran through her from head to toe, and he almost crooned in victory at the reaction, swallowing the noise down at the last second.
Sensitive little thing, hm? he thought to himself, pleased.
That would make some things very easy.
He continued to trail his fingers up along her arm to her shoulder, teasing his fingers over the delicate scales there. She twitched back from the kiss, grabbing his hand with a faint wince. She forced his fingers to stroke the other direction, down, not up, the action smoothing the small scales back into place.
"Not against the grain," she ordered in a low voice. A voice already filled with the beginnings of lust. "Hurts otherwise."
"Apologies, Captain," he said, lifting his fingers to repeat the motion she'd guided him through. Her eyes softened a bit.
"Isabelle, for now," she murmured, leaning in to press her mouth back to his own in a light, sensual press of heat. His lips quirked as he pulled back.
" Isa ," Fall said instead, before promptly letting out a small hiss as she nipped his lower lip. Hard.
"Smart-ass," she said as she pulled back, expression equally amused and annoyed.
"A bit," he said with an answering smirk as he reached up to rest his hand on the back of her neck. He stroked his fingers downward, gentle and light over the scales there. Isabelle shivered again, dragon-slit pupils widening and narrowing even as her breath hitched in her throat. "But you seem to be enjoying it."
"Don't get cocky," she huffed, running her fingers up along his jaw.
Sharp nails scraped over the shell of his ears as she reached back to tangle her fingers in his long white hair. It was his turn to shiver as she pulled him into a deeper kiss, opened mouthed with tongues warring languidly. Her form shifted, easing forward as she gave his chair a harsh shove with her leg, forcing it back a few inches. Fall's hands dropped down to her waist as she sat down on his lap, helping to hold her steady. He swallowed down the pleased little hum of breath that escaped her lips as she ground herself against him. There was no hiding how hard he already was, and he wasn't about to hide it either. They both knew what they were here for. Were both consenting adults.
Isabelle chuckled and pulled back, squirming in place on his lap. A pleased groan spilled from his own lips, and he pulled them closer together.
"Perhaps we should retire to the bed?" he suggested, lowering his voice to a sultry purr. "I imagine it will be far more comfortable than a chair…"
"Mm, no need to rush," she said, reaching down to slowly undo the buttons of his shirt.
Her fingers trailed over his chest, over the scar that slashed across the center of his chest. Isa trailed her hands back upwards, sharp nails scratching ever so lightly over his nipples before sliding up to push his shirt off his shoulders, revealing the tattoos on his shoulders. She let out a surprised little noise, fingers tracing curiously over the designs. His own hands rose up, slipping under her shirt to tease over her sides and back. He pulled back to meet her gaze as his questing fingers found that the line of scales did indeed travel all the way down her spine… and he watched hungrily as her expression darkened with heat when he lightly but firmly scratched his nails down along that same textured line.
"Clever," she said with a breathless laugh as she squirmed a little harder against him. He smirked.
"Clever hands," he agreed, voice a hungry murmur as he leaned in to press his mouth to her throat. He nipped and licked a gentle path up to her ear. "And a clever mouth."
"We'll see just how clever," she said with a breathless little laugh as she tugged his shirt from his leather breaches.
Fall moved with her, letting her waist go as he fluidly shucked the shirt, tossing it to the side. He tugged at her own top, and she obliged by raising her arms, helping him pull the thin cloth from her form. Years of practice with many a lover meant that he avoided catching her shirt on her horns, something to always be mindful of with a Tiefling… especially when their horns curved back and down like a ram's the way her own did. Deft fingers fell to the line of her breast band before gently tugging at the delicate hooks, revealing her pert breasts as the cloth fell away. They both leaned away from each other, eyes drinking in the other's form for a long moment.
Isabelle was a petite little thing, standing at only five-foot-four. Fall himself stood at five-foot-eleven, and while svelte of form, he was all muscle and grace. Years in the circus and then on a pirate ship did wonders for one's physique. And being a Druid apparently did the same for her. The young woman's body was finely toned and very pleasing to the eye. And she had her own tattoos. A silvery, twisty series of runes lined her chest above her collarbone, forming an orb that seemed to shift color with the angle one was looking at it from. When he examined her closer, he noticed a silvery runic shield on her left forearm, a strange swirl on her upper left arm that blended around the edges of her scales, and an equally odd swirl around her upper right that did the same.
Each one hummed with magic.
Even her left palm hummed with magic now that he knew what to feel for. He caught her hand and looked at it, seeing a star-like design in the center.
"Are these also Demon Marks?" he asked with a confused blink, looking back at her chest and running his fingers along the edge of her collarbone. She shivered again, leaning into the touch.
"Hm?" she glanced down at her chest and giggled sweetly. "Oh. No. I know some wizarding spells. My teacher in the Arts was unique. Instead of having to keep track of a spellbook, well… You could say that my own skin and body is a spellbook."
She shifted her left hand and wiggled her fingers. The tattoos there on the knuckles, almost the same shade as her skin, glowed one at a time for a moment before fading.
"There's far more to you than meets the eye, isn't there?" he said with a wry chuckle.
"I rather imagine you'd already figured that out," she said, lips twitching in amusement as she tapped his own palm. That was fair. "Be still."
She pressed a hand to his shoulder, keeping him pressed back against the chair with a surprising amount of strength for someone so tiny. She leaned down, lips, teeth, and warm little tongue playing over the skin of his chest. He arched into the touch, letting out a contented noise even as he reached up to gently tug the hair stick holding her hair up, letting the silver strands cascade over her back. Another shiver ran through her. He smirked, slowly carding his fingers through her hair and enjoying the way she twitched and jolted at the soothing touches close to the base of her horns even as she coaxed little shivers from him in turn with her mouth and tongue.
Such natural sensitivity from her was a veritable gold mine…
When Isabelle started to go lower still, slipping from his lap, he grabbed gently but firmly onto her shoulders. She paused and looked up at him with a raised brow.
"I'd rather like to enjoy you first," he said seriously, light blue eyes meeting her own silvery ones.
"Silly," she said, blinking up at him innocently. A false innocence that was easily seen through given the mischievous hint of red that slowly bled into those silver orbs. "Who said I was going to bring you to the point of release? I know the signs to watch for when a man is close. Relax for me?"
"Isa," he began, lowering his voice and leaning over her to press a light kiss to her forehead. "Please? I don't care about my own pleasure right now. I want to see to yours."
"Not fair, asking like that," she said, pulling back with a cute little pout. The tip of her tail, covered with five feather-like protrusions, flicked up and over his chest, leaving teasing little scratches behind. He hissed faintly. At the right angle, those little points were sharp . "Just a little taste?"
"Oh, very well, Captain Isa," he said with a teasing huff, leaning back and letting go of her shoulders.
She let out a pleased little hum and shimmied the rest of the way off his lap, dropping down to her knees in front of him. The tip of her tail continued to lazily trail over his chest and, not one to be idle, he reached out to gently trail his hands over the long limb. The 'feathers' were closer to long, flexible scales that shifted and spread readily under his fingertips. Isa let out another little breathless sigh at his touch even as she undid his belt, gently tugging open the front of his pants to reveal his hardened length to the slightly chilled air.
As her fingers began a slow, teasingly sensual examination of his length, he leaned back over her, letting her tail curl over his shoulders to tease and scratch along the skin there as she pleased. He trailed his hands down the line of her spine, watching the way her muscles jumped and twitched beneath his touch. They continued to simply touch and tease each other for a few moments, both seemingly drinking in the others' reactions as fingers sought out which areas were more sensitive than others.
Just as her mouth closed warm and wet and sweet around the head of his cock, he scratched his nails firmly yet gently up along her back to either side of the scales, careful not to touch them. To not go against the grain as she had asked. A sweet little moan vibrated around him, drawing an equally pleased noise from his own throat. She pulled back, letting out a breathless chuckle.
"Let's both try to keep it down, hm?" she began in a teasing tone. "Rather that the crew doesn't find out. One would tease me relentlessly, and another would try to kill you. And I can't have that, now can I?"
"Fair enough," he said with a dry chuckle and a brief glance at his hand. He pushed the thought from his mind and reached further down to gently scratch at the underside of her tail right at the base. "You- shit !"
The sharp-sweet touch at her tail's base seemed to set something off in her, as she let out a frankly whorish moan and abruptly took him all the way to the root. One hand flew to tangle in her hair while the other closed firmly around the base of her tail, squeezing . Little claws dug into his hips in response, holding him in place as she swallowed around him again and again.
Gods! he thought to himself as he fought to keep his voice under control. It took me years to perfect that trick and she can just-!
"Ngh," he let out a wordless, strained grunt, giving her tail a small, tentative tug.
She pulled back long enough to let out a breathless whine and to catch a breath before swallowing him down entirely a second time, tongue teasing at the base of his cock. He looked down at her with wide, appreciative eyes. Her silvery hair spread out over his ebony skin. Horns curved back over her head. Tail swaying back and forth in a sensual little display as her hips canted upward, giving him better access to said limb. Fall gave her tail another small tug, watching her hips cant upward further still to give him even more access. She let out a sudden hum, almost sounding playful… and abruptly let him go, twisting around to dart out from beneath him. He tried to tighten his grip on her tail, but one of the runic designs on her left hand flashed, and a small spark of magical energy zapped his hand, forcing him to let go.
"Ack," he pulled back, sitting up and shaking his hand out. He shot her a mock-affronted look. "That was uncalled for, Captain ."
"Oh, I think it was entirely called for, First Mate ," she said teasingly, the tip of her tail moving to hide her mouth as she raised her hand to her chin to clean away the little bit of spittle on her chin. The 'feathers' spread out to cover her lower face like any ladies fan might. "A small jolt to help you calm down a little. Bed?"
She turned without waiting for him to answer, lithely kicking off her slippered shoes and wriggling out of her pants as she moved. Fall's eyes trailed down her backside hungrily, drinking in the pert, plump little rear and shapely hips. He chuckled, kicking off his boots and shucking out of his own pants as she moved to sit on the bed. She turned back around, holding a hand out to him, and he tilted his head as he looked her over. The Tiefling woman was a charming, paradoxical vision of innocence and sin.
Letting out a low, hungry growl, he stalked toward the bed, movements lithe as any feline. Her eyes widened, lips twitching a bit as she scrambled back on the bed, her own movements provocative even as she gamely played the part of 'prey' to his 'hunter.' Fall slid smoothly onto the bed, catching her left foot before the limb could slip out of reach. He gave it a small tug to still her backward momentum. She giggled, stopping, her tail swaying back and forth next to her as she watched him expectantly.
Keeping his eyes locked on her own, he leaned down to nip at her ankle, feeling more than a little pleased when her leg jolted. He kissed and licked a slow line up her leg, pausing long enough to let his heated breath pass over her trimmed mound before skipping over the area to nip a line down her other leg. Isabelle's eyes fluttered partially shut, watching him even as her breathing picked up. Even as she bit into her lower lip to contain the little mewls spilling from her throat. When he started massaging the sole of her foot, she let out a disgruntled little noise, glaring up at him.
"Patience, Captain, " he said with a teasing grin, giving her ankle another nip and watching her tail twist in on itself a little. Sensitive and expressive. He had hit the jackpot, hadn't he? "As you said earlier, there's no need to rush."
"Sassy… bastard," she said with a sharp gasp as his thumbs dug gently into the arch of her foot.
Her head fell back, eyes fluttering shut as he slowly and sensually began to give her a full-bodied massage. Little breathless gasps, sweet whines, and charming little moans spilled from her lips as Fall began to map the contours of her body. Though Isa did occasionally have to bite her lower lip to contain the louder noises that threatened to escape her when he found a particularly sensitive spot. Her hips. The lines of her scales. The base of her tail. The skin right below her ears. Even gentle scratches at the base of her horns.
Fall memorized and categorized all of her reactions, tucking them away for later use. How might she react later if he brushed her hair behind her ear, fingers lingering on the soft skin under the shell? Or perhaps a firm but gentle press at the base of her back just above her tail if he came up behind her to get her attention? Maybe something as simple as a playful scratch at the base of her horns as he carded fingers through wind-tousled hair?
Chucking to himself, he let her catch hold of a handful of his own white hair to pull him in for a slow, heated kiss. As their tongues warred slowly for dominance, he trailed his fingers down the line of her stomach, enjoying the way the muscles jumped, and her hips squirmed. Pinning her a little more firmly to the soft bed, he eased first one and then two fingers into the slick, hot channel between her legs. She groaned against his mouth, fingers tugging at his hair as she arched her hips against his hand, trying to urge him to go faster.
Letting out a dark chuckle, he kept his movements slow. Explorative. Once he had her insides as thoroughly mapped as the rest of her, he pulled back from their heated kiss to trail his tongue and lips down the front of her body. Her hand pushed gently, insistently on the top of his head, but he ignored the pressure. Took his time to-
"Fall! Dammit," she hissed in a frantic tone, squirming beneath him. One leg wrapped up over his shoulder, trying to pull him close. "Stop holding back!"
There we go , he thought with a smug smirk, nipping at her stomach.
"Just enjoying a fine little treat, Captain ," he said teasingly as he moved a little further down, breath ghosting over her clit and slick folds. He teased his tongue over her clit, barely touching the little pearl there…
And she about jumped out of his hands. Not with an orgasm, but with an air of desperation as he had pulled his tongue back just as quickly. Fingers tightened in his hair, yanking hard enough to almost be painful. Bracing one arm over her stomach, he pushed her back down against the bed, flicking his tongue against her again before blowing a cooling breath over the small nub. At the same time, he eased a third finger inside of her. Nice and slow. Isabelle arched again beneath him and he bore her down, keeping her pinned despite the strength she'd shown. Leverage was everything at a time like this.
Letting out a pleading noise of pure need, she opened her eyes and looked down at him. More red had bled into the silver of her irises.
"Fall," she managed to gasp out. "You…"
A string of words spilled past her lips, guttural but also strangely musical on one side and then deeper little growling words on the other. Though he didn't speak the first, assuming that the words were in Infernal, he did speak Draconic. Knew that she was begging for him. He let out a low laugh, playing his tongue over her clit in faster and faster circles as he worked his fingers within her. As he skillfully circled and tapped at that sweet spot within her.
*That's it, Isa ,* he growled in the deeper, Draconic tongue, letting the vibrations of the rumbling language play over his tongue and against her clit. Her tail coiled around his chest, squeezing tight as her breathing came faster and faster. * Fall for me.*
She let out a choked noise, almost a laugh really, and glanced down at him incredulously at the joke. Once silvery eyes had bled to a solid bright red, briefly meeting his own softer blues. He hooked his fingers just so within her, making her eyes roll back and flutter shut as she arched beneath him with a strangled, cut-off noise. Inner walls clenched tight on his fingers, fluttering and clasping around them as he continued to work her through her orgasm. Prolonging it as he worked his tongue over her. Making her whine low and deep and sweet. His new, lovely little Captain rapidly reached that point of too much and yet not enough as she began to both struggle to pull away from him and pull him closer at the same time.
"Shit, shit !" letting go of his hair, her fingers dropped to dig into the sheets of her bed. Cloth tore beneath those delicate, sharp nails of hers. "Inside. Fall. Inside !"
"Hm?" he pulled back, licking his lips even as his fingers slowed within her. "Why should I? I'm quite content where I am, after all."
"I will make that an order!" she gasped out, voice full of need.
" Well then ," he said, snickering softly and pulling his fingers slowly from that wet, twitching hole. "If it's an order… "
The groan of loss as his fingers slipped from her was appreciated. It meant he was doing his job and doing it well . Smirking faintly, he kissed his way back up the line of her stomach. Her tail loosened around his chest, sliding down his body even as he moved up along hers until the long limb was left wrapped nice and snug around his hips. Isa went to wrap her legs around his waist as well and he gently, firmly, caught hold of one knee even as he braced himself on one hand and pulled back to meet her gaze. A small, husky chuckle escaped him at the narrow-eyed look she gave him, and he leaned in to press his mouth against her own.
"So eager, Captain Isa," he purred against her mouth.
"Very eager, First Mate ," she agreed, reaching up to cup his cheek in one hand as she returned the kiss. Her thumb passed over the scar on his cheek as she reached back to once more grab hold of his hair…
And her tail tightened around his hips hard enough to startle a grunt out of him. The harsh grip momentarily distracted him as she wrapped her legs around him and rolled them both so she was on top. Fall let out a faint grunt as his back hit the bed, blinking up at her in surprise. So strong despite being such a tiny thing. Chuckling, he leaned back against the bed and gave her a sassy smirk.
"Patience is a virtue, you know," he teased, hands moving to trail up her thighs.
"Never claimed to be virtuous," she shot back with a grin of her own, her form rising up as she reached between them to grab hold of his length.
He waited until she'd lined the head of his cock up with her entrance and then sat up swiftly, wrapping an arm around her waist and grabbing hold of her hip while his other hand closed and squeezed around the base of her tail. The startled, darling little squeak that spilled past her lips was outright adorable. The shocked widening of her eyes was perfect. Smirking at her, pale blues never leaving her now-red orbs, Fall teased the fingers of one hand over her hip while the other flexed around her tail, forcing the rest of the limb to twitch and tighten around his waist. Her own hands were now trapped between them, one against his chest and the other still wrapped sweetly around his length. Chuckling softly, he leaned in and pressed a light kiss behind her ear, tongue flicking out to tease over the flushed skin.
"Again, Captain , patience," he purred in her ear, teeth lightly scraping over the shell to make her shiver. "You need to learn how to listen to your First Mate when he gives you advice."
"You- nnnngh !" she let out another low, whorish little moan as he gave her tail another firm tug.
Using that grip partly as a distraction, he guided her wet slit back and forth over the head of his cock. Not sinking in. Not yet. Oh, no. Instead, he watched hungrily as Isa bit into her lower lip, her own deft little fingers flexing teasingly around his length. Mindful of her strength and wary of her getting loose again, Fall carefully and slowly shifted the hand at her hip up her side as he continued to guide her body against his own. He closed said hand firmly around one of her horns and tugged her head back just as he gave her tail another firm little yank.
Isabelle's body bucked hard in his grasp. A full-bodied, violent shudder as her eyes fluttered shut. Her mouth opened wide to let out a barely choked-off cry of pleasure. Nails dug into his chest, sharp but sweet as she writhed in place for him. Chuckling darkly, he leaned in and nipped at her exposed throat.
*See what happens if you trust me to know how best to bring you pleasure?* he growled against her skin in Draconic. He kissed along the line of her jaw up to her ear, lowering his voice to a deep rumble. *Let go of me, my Captain. Let go, and let me show you how well I can make you sing .*
*You are a menace,* Isa shot back in a shaky voice, her growly words slurring a bit. *Should tie you up and leave you wanting…*
And yet, despite that little threat, her hand released his cock. He shifted back just enough to let her raise her hand up to rest on his chest alongside the other one. Keeping his gaze locked on her own and his hand firmly on the base of that sensitive tail, he guided her down oh so slowly so that the head of his cock just barely breached that tight-warm entrance. His Captain let out a strained whimper of noise. Part begging for more, yes, but there was also a small hint of pain. Fall leaned in, placing soothing kisses along her neck as he let go of her horn.
"You would have just slammed down, eager for a wild rut that would have left you pleasantly sore," he purred against her skin as he rocked her up and then back down onto just the head of his length. "But I know that's not what you need right now, my Captain. No. What you need is something that leaves you loose and languid and mindless. You've had far too many concerns on your mind lately, Isa. Time to let me worry about things, hm?"
" Fall ," she asked out, grabbing onto his shoulders and trying again to force herself down onto his cock. His grip tightened on her tail, halting her momentum.
"None of that now," he said with a chuckle. "Nice and slow, Captain Isa…"
She let out a growly little noise of frustration, leaning in to nip at his neck. That clever tongue of hers flicking over the tip of his ear. Equally clever fingers sought out his own erogenous zones. The spots that she'd found earlier while they had explored one another. All to try to coax him into moving faster. Into taking her harder.
In this, he was immovable. Skilled as she was, as a half-elf he had decades more experience than she did. And while she was heightening his own pleasure, she was unable to shake his will.
Over the next five, maybe closer to ten minutes, he worked her open upon his length. Slowly. Torturously slow as he eased into her one inch at a time only to pull back and start the process all over again. Until he was at last fully buried to the hilt within the living inferno of her body, and she was a mewling mess clinging to his shoulders. He soothed his hand down along her spine, holding her as she shook like a leaf. Needy. So very needy at this point with the denied orgasm. Good. Fall rolled them gently, staying locked within her as he laid her out on her back once more. He rose up above her, bracing his hands on either side of her head, and looked at her.
Those bright red eyes were glazed over, the pupils were blown wide. Isa tried again to buck against him. To get some friction. Chuckling, a low and very masculine sound, he rocked with her this time, finally moving. If only a little. Isa bucked harder against him, and he quickly grabbed hold of her hip with one hand, keeping her movements slow. Measured. She let out a desperate little keen and tried to reach between them, hand seeking out the sweet spots on her own body… and he promptly leaned back on his knees, grabbing her wrist and squeezing down firmly with his other hand.
*I said 'none of that now,'* he growled down at her in Draconic. She whined low in her throat, a wordless, begging noise, and he smirked. *Let me take care of you.*
Groaning, she tugged at her hand. He let go, pleased when all she did was reach up with her hands to grab the top of the headboard. Closing both hands around her hips, he rewarded her by lengthening his thrusts in and out of her body. Still slow. Still measured. But far more friction than what he'd been allowing her.
Isa's eyes fluttered shut again, lips parted as she gasped softly for breath. Little mewls filled the air. Her body shook beneath him, occasionally undulated as she tried to urge him to move faster, but he kept up that even, steady pace. His cock glided over her insides in sure, smooth strokes for several more minutes… Until she abruptly arched beneath him with the beginnings of a wailing cry.
Fully expecting that, he surged forward, hand firmly closing over her mouth to muffle the sound. To keep any of the crew nearby from hearing her wails of absolute pleasure. He nipped at the arched line of her throat.
~That's it,~ he purred darkly, switching to the Drow tongue of Undercommon specifically because he didn't want her to understand him. ~You and I are going to have so much fun , my little toy. You may know the basics well enough, but I will teach you the true meaning of 'ecstasy.'~
Even without understanding his words, part of her subconsciously understood his tone . Her body bucked and writhed beneath his, her legs scrambling against the bed, her tail squeezing tight around his right leg, red, red eyes rolling back as she shuddered and clenched around his cock. Growling low in his throat, he finally gave in to his own need, thrusting faster and harder into that quavering form until he, too, spilled over the edge, length jolting within her as he filled her with pulse after pulse of his spend. Another strangled noise spilled from her, her hands falling to cover his own to help muffle her cries.
Isabelle went limp beneath him, breathing heavily through her nose as she shivered sweetly. Smirking, he eased his hand back from her mouth. She let her hands fall to either side of her head, just breathing. For a moment, he thought she'd fallen to sleep and was about to congratulate himself on a job well done…
But then she smirked and opened one lust-glazed red eye to look at him.
"Not bad," she said in a breathless, teasing tone. "Had better, though."
His smirk fell away in an instant, pale blue eyes narrowing on the sassy little bitch beneath him.
"Excuse me?" he asked, his tone going dark. Edging close to dangerous.
"Did I stutter?" she said, flexing her abdominal muscles, tightening further around him.
*Round two it is, then,* he snarled down at her in Dragonic before switching to Undercommon as he slid wetly from her. ~I'm going to enjoy breaking you in, little toy.~
"What are you sayi-eep!?"
He grabbed her hips, swiftly turning her over and grabbing onto her tail to pull her rear up into position. Whining low in her throat, she arched her lower body up eagerly, spreading her legs apart for him without him needing to say a thing. He smirked darkly, leaning over her and sinking his still hard cock swiftly back inside that wet heat. One hand landed over hers on the bed, trapping it in place even as he closed his other hand around her neck.
"Nothing you need to worry your pretty little head about, Captain ," he purred as he pulled back, almost completely out of her before hilting himself again just as slowly. ~Just that you need a thorough lesson in humility, little toy.~
"Y-you've said that… multiple… times," she managed to gasp out. Still far too damned coherent. "Low tha stee kohl?"
"Just a nickname," he said teasingly, pulling back just as slowly as he bathed his tongue over the scales on her neck to distract her from asking what the word meant. She let out a hiss of pained-pleasure and he chuckled. "Hm. And here I thought you said not to go against the grain?"
"Shut up," she hissed back, and he watched, amused, as her blue skin flushed a dark purple with her blush.
"Oh, no, no, no," he growled into her ear, fingers flexing around her throat as he thrust into her just a little harder. This time in warning. "Tell me the truth now. How am I supposed to take proper care of you if you keep secrets from me, Captain?"
"Shit!" she shuddered around him, inner walls again clenched sweet and tight around his length as a lesser orgasm tore through her lithe little form. "Just…"
"Out with it, Captain ," he said, mouthing her ear for a moment before shifting to flick his tongue over the scales once more. Another loud cry threatened to spill from her throat. He squeezed down gently, cutting the noise off before it could get too loud. "Trust your First Mate."
"There," she whined after another long minute spent with him thrusting slowly in and out of that sweet little cunt. "Just… that spot only, okay? Everywhere else… does hurt when rubbed against the grain."
"Hmm," his hand slid from her neck down to cup and tease at one of her breasts. He pinched the nipple lightly, making her squirm and her tail flex around his leg. "Truly? And if I did the same thing to the scales at the base of your tail?"
Her whole body flinched, but the glare she shot him over her shoulder was one of warning, not a sultry plea.
"That's a hard pass," she said, voice firm if still breathless. "You did just fine being careful with my tail earlier…"
"Understood, Captain ," he purred, shifting his hand to her other breast and giving it a squeeze even as he pressed a soothing kiss to her ear. "Now then…"
Fall gave her other nipple a harder, rolling, pinching little squeeze that startled a yelp from her before pulling his hand back and rising up. He grabbed the back of her neck again, forcing her upper body down against the bed. Isa went willingly, her hips wiggling in invitation. In encouragement. But he kept his thrusts slow. Teasing. He ran his thumb up along the scales at the back of her neck and groaned in pleasure as she jolted and tightened around him with a breathless little cry.
He took her like that for several minutes, watching as her claws dug into the sheets and pillows. As she turned her head to the side, eyes lidded, and panted for breath. As her hips pushed back against his own, held steady by his hand on her waist to keep her from rushing toward another orgasm. He watched her, eyes narrowed, waiting for the moment that she'd break and…
There.
Her hand shot downward, again trying to desperately reach out and touch herself. To bring herself to completion while he filled her. And again he grabbed onto her wrist before she could reach her goal. He leaned over her, nipping her ear lightly in teasing punishment.
"I have you, Captain," he purred into her ear. "Put your hand back where it was."
" Fall ," she gasped, whining low in her throat. "Need to… mph!"
"I know," he said with a dark chuckle as he squeezed her wrist. "And that's why you're going to let me handle it. Hand back where it was, Captain ."
She shot him a wordless, desperate little glare but tugged at his grip. He let go, watching intently as she eased her hand back up to grab hold of the pillow beneath her head. Holding her gaze, he slowed his thrusts, teasing his fingers along the line of her arm. Along her sides. Dipping beneath her to trail over her stomach. Her pupils widened, lips parting as she let out frantic little gasps. When she thrust back against him, trying to get him to resume taking her, his hand trailed up to her breasts to pinch at one nipple.
"Behave and hold still, Captain," he ordered in a low voice. ~Good girls get rewarded, my little toy.~
There was another brief flash of confusion in her eyes as he spoke again in Undercommon. He smirked at her, fingers slowly beginning to make their way back down her stomach. Relief filled him, for more than one reason, as the confusion was rapidly lost to lust once more. One, he had no desire to find out how she'd react to the 'nickname,' and two…
He did so love watching his partners fall apart beneath his hands. It made him feel…
Shaking his head faintly and forcing the thought away before it could fully form, he focused instead on the flushed body beneath him. His fingers dipped down to finally tease over his Captain's clit. She jolted beneath him with a high, kittenish whine. He chuckled and started to move within her, eyes holding as he savored the way her insides fluttered or clenched around his length, depending on how hard or gentle he rubbed that little pearl. She started squirming again, her breathing picking up, and he went still once more.
"By Melora… would… you stop… stopping like that?!" she whined, slamming one hand against the pillow.
"Shhh," he said soothingly, leaning in and down to kiss her cheek. "Be still and relax. Let me take care of you, Captain."
"Fall-!" she bit into her lower lip, her body going still only through a visible effort of sheer force of will to control herself. Shivers still rocked through her body, making her clench divinely around his length.
He let out a hum of approval, kissing her ear this time as he resumed his movements. As he started to rock slowly in and out of her while rubbing her clit in slow little circles. Isa's eyes slowly glazed over again, filling with lust and losing that spark of anger as he worked her body like a fine-tuned instrument. She bit her lower lip, closing her eyes and shuddering as he shifted the angle of his thrusts, finding and hitting just the right spot within her with each slow surge forward into her depths. Little, breathless whines spilled past her lips, body quaking as he oh so slowly pushed her toward another orgasm.
Isabelle turned her head abruptly, burying her face in the pillow and letting out a muffled, ragged cry as her insides seized and fluttered and clenched around him. He bit down firmly on the back of her neck as she came, tongue flicking over and against the grain of her scales. The pitch of her muffled scream changed, hitting a higher, soprano-like note as she bucked back against him, no longer able to hold still. Fall kept circling her clit with his fingers even as his hand shifted from her hip, up her stomach to wrap around her breast. He thrust a little faster within her, breathing slowly through his nose to control the urge to spill a second time within her.
By the hells, he thought with a breathless chuckle. But she is tight when she peaks…
~Good girl, my little toy,~ he said as he pulled back, lips pushing against her ear as she went limp beneath him again, panting heavily to regain her breath.
He watched her intently this time, eyes narrowed and eager to see if she was going to dare try to push again. Dare even to hint he was anything but the best at this. Lithe little hips squirmed against him a bit as she blinked her eyes open and looked back at him over her shoulder. She didn't say anything, not this time. Likely because she was still trying to catch her breath… but he could see the hint of a mischievous glimmer in those silver-turned-red dragon's eyes of hers.
*Round three, then?* he rumbled against her skin in Draconic, blue eyes narrowing on her.
Isabelle tensed beneath him, letting out a small gasp as the motion made her reflexively clench around his shaft. He let out a hissing breath at the sweet pressure around his cock but continued to watch her expression eagerly. The little Captain bit her lower lip… and then started to smirk at him. Growling, upset yet pleased by her audacity, he pulled back, and, before that smirk of hers could grow any wider, he twisted her body around so that she was on her back again, forcing one leg up and over his shoulder while keeping the other pinned to the bed with one hand. All without slipping from her. The smirk fell from her lips, replaced by a startled, charming little open-mouthed gasp.
~I am going to take you until you pass out, little toy,~ he growled down at her.
He leaned forward to press his mouth against her own, forcing her to curl inward on herself, forcing that little bit of a flexing strain on the one leg against the bed. She whined against his mouth, in pain and pleasure both as she reached up to tangle her fingers in his silvery hair while desperately returning the heated kiss. He started rocking his hips again, his movements still controlled, measured, but this time more forceful. A slow withdrawal, a pause… followed by a rapid thrust forward that jolted through her entire body. Again and again, until she was mewling into his mouth, her tongue long since overpowered by his own in their little 'war' as the kiss deepened.
Fall teased that little nub between his finger and thumb, rubbing first in slow circles, then flicking over it in quick sweeping motions. The sharp points of her nails scratched over his scalp as she twitched beneath him. Isabelle pulled back with a gasp as he gave another, harsher thrust, the position they were in kept her quite firmly trapped in place. She was left unable to do more than shift her hips to accept his every movement. Her hand fell to cover his own, and he quickly grabbed it, abandoning her clit and pulling her palm up to his mouth to nip at her wrist.
The wordless little begging mewl that escaped her was a delight. Still, she was coherent enough to start begging with words a moment later.
"Again… please," she said through panting little breaths. "Want to feel… you spill within me… again… Fall !"
*So very eager,* he growled, laughing low and deep as he nipped her wrist again. Harder this time.
He continued to place little bites along the line of her wrist. Over her palm. Her tail flexed around his leg, squeezing and relaxing in turn. As her eyes fluttered shut, body twitching as another small orgasm made her quiver like a plucked string, he glanced back over his shoulder at the table where that innocuous little teacup sat. He hummed and turned his attention back to his Captain. That wasn't needed. Not just yet, anyway. The sweat on her brow. The way her body was quaking. The frantic way she gripped at him, yet with less strength than before. Either her body would give out soon, and she would cry no more , or her mind would blank out.
He shifted their forms, rising up a little higher on his knees as he kept the one leg pinned against the bed. Forced her to stretch just a little more for him as he picked up his pace. Dainty hands moved to grab his upper arms, holding tight as she shook beneath him. Again she began to mutter almost mindlessly, switching between Draconic and… maybe the language she was speaking wasn't Infernal. It was guttural in some aspects, yes. Wild and biting. But also sweet and alluring. Enticing as a summer bloom.
The last thought combined with her seizing around him, forcing him to again close his hand over her mouth as she screamed, made his breath hitch in his throat. He took her faster, harder , cock plundering her depths with a wild abandon as he leaned in to growl against her neck.
~Enjoying your release, my little toy?~ he asked, purring the words into her ear. She whined under his hand, high and sweet. ~That's it. I will master your body, and you will enjoy every second of it, won't you, my darling little Captain ?~
Not understanding his words, but certainly feeling the intent and hunger in his tone, her fingers clenched harder around his arms even as her eyes rolled back, silver lashes fluttering charmingly. Unable to hold back despite himself, he released her leg and grabbed hold of her hip instead to take her harder and harder still. Her hands flew from his arms, closing into fists and smacking firmly against his chest as her muffled cries filled the room. Her inner walls bore down on him, squeezing and milking his cock for all she was worth.
Groaning, Fall pulled his hand from her mouth, quickly muffling her cries by kissing her hard, tongue delving into her mouth with the same ferocity that he was using in claiming her sweet-tight cunt. He grabbed onto one of her horns again, giving a firm tug. Sharp little claws scratched down his chest as she howled into his mouth. He drank her cries down, letting out a muffled roar of his own as he gave one last thrust to spill within her a second time.
This time when she fell limp beneath him, it was with a lassitude of the boneless kind. Even her tail finally loosened around his thigh. Fall rose up, panting and working to slow his breathing, and grimaced faintly as he flexed the limb. Well… that was going to leave a bruise around his leg. He brushed his hand over her cheek, leaning back in to press his lips lightly against hers as he watched for further signs of sass from his little Captain . She groaned, eyes fluttering open… and they were back to being solid silver. He smirked faintly, cupping her cheek in his hand.
"Still with me, Captain Isa?" he murmured in a teasing, near-mocking tone.
"Nnngh," she shifted, a wordless grumble as she weakly reached up to cover his hand with her own.
"Mmhm," he hummed and chuckled, satisfied by her wordless state. ~Such a good girl.~
She shifted again, and he eased from her body, hands smoothing over down her sides. A tiny little sigh spilled from her lips, eyes fluttering shut as she raised her hand to rub at her face. The ring he'd given her, its chain wrapped around her wrist like a bracelet, bumped against her chin. He let out a small huff, reaching out to gently unclasp the gold chain and unwrap it from her wrist. Dazed as she was, and skilled as he was, when she shakily pushed up and reached out to the side of the bed for one of two pre-prepared glasses of water, he deftly slipped the necklace back around her neck without her noticing.
She downed the contents of the glass swiftly before setting the one glass down. She then passed the other to him. He took it, looking her over briefly as he drank the water down. Isa fell boneless back onto the bed, letting out a contented sigh. Fall let out a low, satisfied chuckle.
"Need anything else, Captain?" he purred in a low tone.
"Mm mm," she shook her head, one eye opening to look at him. She took in a slow breath and let it out in a tiny yawn. "'M good. Good job, First Mate."
"I aim to please, Captain," he said, downing the rest of the water before standing. "I'll leave you to rest."
"Mm," she waved a hand to the side. "Cloth. Water. Over there."
"My thanks," he said with a chuckle as he moved to clean up and get dressed.
Before she could doze off fully, he slipped back onto the bed, cloth and bowl of water in hand. She jolted briefly at the sudden cold-wet touch over her heated and fluid-drenched slit, but relaxed against the bed as he cleaned her up without a word. She hummed in approval before shifting and squirming her way cutely under the covers of her bed. He laughed softly, standing up. He brushed his fingers over that sensitive patch of skin under her ear before stepping away.
"Do sleep well, Captain," he said, voice soft and cheerful. He set the bowl on the table as he passed it and then paused at the door to glance back at her over his shoulders. ~We're going to have so much fun in the future, my little toy…~
He slipped from the room like a thief in the night to make his way back to his quarters, more than pleased by the night's indulgences.