A Princess for Wintersfeast [Closed]
Silently Eoghan watched her climb into the bed and settle into the middle. He grunted an amused sound at her occupation of the middle of the bed. Since she was going to be coy about it, he was the one who moved up next to her. He lined up their bodies comfortably. Her back to his front. His arm around her middle.
He settled in and closed his eyes while she worried aloud about the kittens. "They will be fine. Those that won't survive the night won't have much chance anyway."
He exhaled a comfortable sigh. "Go to sleep." He told her supposing she would worry about which of the kittens if any might succumb to the elements in the night.
He wasn't thinking about whether his actions were appropriate in light of his betrothal to Sophia. Many Eskrans coupled up against the cold before they were married. Survival meant more than morals propriety in the winter. Nevermind that their survival wasn't at stake on this particular night. Cold as it was, they were perfectly safe with plenty of firewood and furs.
He liked the way her body fit well against his. And the rhythym of her steady purring lulled him to sleep.
He settled in and closed his eyes while she worried aloud about the kittens. "They will be fine. Those that won't survive the night won't have much chance anyway."
He exhaled a comfortable sigh. "Go to sleep." He told her supposing she would worry about which of the kittens if any might succumb to the elements in the night.
He wasn't thinking about whether his actions were appropriate in light of his betrothal to Sophia. Many Eskrans coupled up against the cold before they were married. Survival meant more than morals propriety in the winter. Nevermind that their survival wasn't at stake on this particular night. Cold as it was, they were perfectly safe with plenty of firewood and furs.
He liked the way her body fit well against his. And the rhythym of her steady purring lulled him to sleep.
Bitch, I'm limited edition.
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Ears stood at attention as Eoghan closed the small distance she had left between them. The move had been exactly what she had wanted, but she was still surprised. Julianna turned to her side and let her cheek rest on the arm he stretched out beneath her head. The crown of her head fit perfectly just below his chin, and the rest of her body fell in line against him.
Eoghan brushed off her worry for the kittens with facts, not malice. Though his words seemed harsh at first, she knew he was only enlightening her to the reality of the situation. Some of the kittens might not make it, and that's just how it was sometimes. Julianna sighed, still saddened by the idea that she could lose some of the little creatures she had tried to preserve.
She slept soundly nonetheless, as if his telling her to do so had some sort of command over her. Resonant purrs vibrating in her chest.
The storm had passed by morning. Threads of sunlight cut through the frost on the windows. The fire had burned low, almost to cinders, but it was still warm in the bed. Julianna could hear birds singing outside the cabin. She peeked one eye open, pupils narrowed to slits against the bright light and she retreated from it. Her company was still pressed against her back.
Very pressed against her. Her tail fell over her hip and his morning erection was an obvious feeling against her ass.
Her ears twitched. What a tempting position she found herself in. Julianna thought better of it. Of any impure thoughts she might be having in that moment. Knowing he was betrothed to another. SHe turned into Eoghan's arms until her face was against his chest. She cuddled into him, and listened to the rhythm of his heartbeat.
If she turned her chin upwards just slightly she could kiss his neck if she wanted to. Out of his leather and armor so much of him was more accessible to her than usual. Not that that should matter-
Julianna kissed his mouth instead. She had dozed off for a moment, and half-asleep she pressed her lips against his.
She did it again until he woke up enough to kiss her back. She imagined that he would push her away when he realized what was happening. That she wasn't Sophia and that she shouldn't be kissing him that way. But he didn't. Even as she purred as she kissed him. Even as she pushed him onto his back and draped her upper half over his chest, demanding that he open his mouth to her with nips to his bottom lip.
Eoghan brushed off her worry for the kittens with facts, not malice. Though his words seemed harsh at first, she knew he was only enlightening her to the reality of the situation. Some of the kittens might not make it, and that's just how it was sometimes. Julianna sighed, still saddened by the idea that she could lose some of the little creatures she had tried to preserve.
She slept soundly nonetheless, as if his telling her to do so had some sort of command over her. Resonant purrs vibrating in her chest.
The storm had passed by morning. Threads of sunlight cut through the frost on the windows. The fire had burned low, almost to cinders, but it was still warm in the bed. Julianna could hear birds singing outside the cabin. She peeked one eye open, pupils narrowed to slits against the bright light and she retreated from it. Her company was still pressed against her back.
Very pressed against her. Her tail fell over her hip and his morning erection was an obvious feeling against her ass.
Her ears twitched. What a tempting position she found herself in. Julianna thought better of it. Of any impure thoughts she might be having in that moment. Knowing he was betrothed to another. SHe turned into Eoghan's arms until her face was against his chest. She cuddled into him, and listened to the rhythm of his heartbeat.
If she turned her chin upwards just slightly she could kiss his neck if she wanted to. Out of his leather and armor so much of him was more accessible to her than usual. Not that that should matter-
Julianna kissed his mouth instead. She had dozed off for a moment, and half-asleep she pressed her lips against his.
She did it again until he woke up enough to kiss her back. She imagined that he would push her away when he realized what was happening. That she wasn't Sophia and that she shouldn't be kissing him that way. But he didn't. Even as she purred as she kissed him. Even as she pushed him onto his back and draped her upper half over his chest, demanding that he open his mouth to her with nips to his bottom lip.
I fear no fate (for you are my fate, my sweet) I want no world (for beautiful you are my world, my true) and it’s you are whatever a moon has always meant and whatever a sun will always sing is you.
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The storm outside created an unusually cozy atmosphere in his little cabin. He fell asleep to the sound of Julianna's purrs. His arm draped over her side, his front pressed into her back, and his face nearly burried in her hair. The storm and the soft figure of a pretty girl pressed against him, had Eoghan sleeping better than he had in a while. His scouting trip and a nagging injury in his side had disrupted his sleep for the past few weeks. But his pain had subsided and the familiar comfort of his bed put his mind at ease.
Her first kisses didn't rouse him enough that he woke but his hands acted of their own accord hugging her closer to him. His body responding to hers while his mind still dreamed. He came more to consciousness as pushed him onto his back and nipped at his mouth. Still half in a daze, he responded to her, opening his mouth to her and curling his arm tight around her back pressing her more firmly against him. There were no thoughts of Sophia when he pulled her on top of him, coaxing her to throw her leg over his hips. He certainly wasn't thinking of his obligations to anyone as his hands roamed under the tunic he lent her. His hands explored her curves and cupped her breasts. He teased her nipples with his thumbs.
Their mouths only separated when he sat up enough to pull the tunic over her head. He paused with her naked straddling his lap to look into her eyes as if asking 'what are we doing?' The unspoken question had no time to materialize before he took the back of her head and pulled her back into a kiss. He lay back bringing her with him not caring about the consequences.
Her first kisses didn't rouse him enough that he woke but his hands acted of their own accord hugging her closer to him. His body responding to hers while his mind still dreamed. He came more to consciousness as pushed him onto his back and nipped at his mouth. Still half in a daze, he responded to her, opening his mouth to her and curling his arm tight around her back pressing her more firmly against him. There were no thoughts of Sophia when he pulled her on top of him, coaxing her to throw her leg over his hips. He certainly wasn't thinking of his obligations to anyone as his hands roamed under the tunic he lent her. His hands explored her curves and cupped her breasts. He teased her nipples with his thumbs.
Their mouths only separated when he sat up enough to pull the tunic over her head. He paused with her naked straddling his lap to look into her eyes as if asking 'what are we doing?' The unspoken question had no time to materialize before he took the back of her head and pulled her back into a kiss. He lay back bringing her with him not caring about the consequences.
Bitch, I'm limited edition.
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It didn't take much for Julianna to follow the demands of Eoghan hands and straddle his lap. Her hips ground into his and she could feel his erection pressing between her legs. The tunic was hardly a barrier between them. He easily sought her breasts beneath the thin material and she moaned against his mouth as he kneaded the soft flesh.
The fabric was gone before she could blink. She was smirking as it was forgotten the the cabin floor. He grabbed her by the hips and she ignored the question lingering in the storm of those grey eyes. She wanted him, so she was going to have him. Sophia and anyone else didn't matter to her.
Julianna wasn't going to stop of her own accord. She waited for another sign from him that he wanted to end it, but instead his hand was in her hair and his mouth was on hers again.
Her purrs vibrated on their lips. Her tail swayed back and forth as her hands pulled away from his face. Her fingers fumbled between their bodies to undo the laces of his breeches. She lifted her hips long enough to free his erection from the leather. She used one hand to steady herself against his chest, and the other guided his cock inside her. Her moans were halfway to a whine as she settled down on him and rocked her hips up and down, as if satisfying some great need she had been harboring for some time.
Her ears pinned backwards, her breath ragged as she pushed her hair back with one hand. She leaned forward, and the curls spilled over once more. She placed both hands upon him. Exploring the planes of his abdomen. Her fingertips traces over jagged scars and braced herself as she continued to ride him. Half-lidded green eyes observed his face, searching for any change in the generall stoic countenance.
The fabric was gone before she could blink. She was smirking as it was forgotten the the cabin floor. He grabbed her by the hips and she ignored the question lingering in the storm of those grey eyes. She wanted him, so she was going to have him. Sophia and anyone else didn't matter to her.
Julianna wasn't going to stop of her own accord. She waited for another sign from him that he wanted to end it, but instead his hand was in her hair and his mouth was on hers again.
Her purrs vibrated on their lips. Her tail swayed back and forth as her hands pulled away from his face. Her fingers fumbled between their bodies to undo the laces of his breeches. She lifted her hips long enough to free his erection from the leather. She used one hand to steady herself against his chest, and the other guided his cock inside her. Her moans were halfway to a whine as she settled down on him and rocked her hips up and down, as if satisfying some great need she had been harboring for some time.
Her ears pinned backwards, her breath ragged as she pushed her hair back with one hand. She leaned forward, and the curls spilled over once more. She placed both hands upon him. Exploring the planes of his abdomen. Her fingertips traces over jagged scars and braced herself as she continued to ride him. Half-lidded green eyes observed his face, searching for any change in the generall stoic countenance.
I fear no fate (for you are my fate, my sweet) I want no world (for beautiful you are my world, my true) and it’s you are whatever a moon has always meant and whatever a sun will always sing is you.
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