Lost in the Gardens

[spirit_touched]

She didn't know what it was, a sharp pulse in the air that took her breath away. Tim, her boss, told her to drop what she was doing and go look, a strange knowing in the shamans eyes. Distrustful of that expression, Ana was reluctant but went anyway, gathering her back and her magically charged coat.

Prepared and protected, the coat like armour to most things, Ana latched on to the residual touch of magic in the air and followed it to it's source, quickly finding herself in the Gardens of her city. Following the main path, and cutting across a neat green lawn to the gathering of figs close to the university, Ana slowed as she felt herself get close. Reaching for her personal wards and readying them, she peered into the shadows. Someone was there. Someone vibrant, their aural signiture like a brilliant band of colour.

 

What were they?

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[spirit_touched]

She giggled. "Lotsa different ways. On top on the bottom, from beind... I don't care." She leaned up to kiss him.

"Just fuck me."

[torinpike]

Well, she was excitable.

'Are you sure you're fine?' he's checking, though he won't say no, he aches to sink inside of her, feel her warmth around him, but he is a lord, and more importantly... decent, so he has to ask.

[spirit_touched]

"I wouldn't ask you to if I wasn't." She said firmly, pulling at his shirt.

[torinpike]

He shrugs, then removes his shirt before she rips it, because at this rate she very well might, then the lacings on his britches which he pulls undone, freeing his cock. he looks at her for a moment, considers her and then pulls her up onto his lap while he leans back against the sofa. This position could be a start, at least, he wanted to watch her face as she sunk down onto him.

[spirit_touched]

His cock free, her hand moves down to touch him, feather light, before grasping him fully, watching his fce for his reaction. Moving with him, she pauses long enough to remove her shirt, before guiding him to her, rubbing the ti against her folds beforesinking down.

She sighed, eyes closing and she took in as much of him as she could.

[torinpike]

His eyes half drift closed when she touches him, grasps him. His hand moving to caress her breast, lips along her throat as she sinks down onto him and lets out a soft, low moan, almost nothing more than a breath but for the distinct tone, sound. Gods. It may have been a bit too long for him, as well.

Not being in the best position to thrust, he instead lets his other hand slide down to her hips, her arse and guides her, sets an easy, yet not too slow pace for them both.

[spirit_touched]

She takes the guidence well, keeping the pace. Her hands rest against his chest as she rises ad falls. Looking at him through half closed eyes, Ana tenses herself around him.

[torinpike]

He leaned forward, catching a nipple with his mouth as she moved, rolled it and teased it with his lips and tongue, and even a bit of teeth until it was firm, the low purr of pleasure, half swallowed moans moving from his tongue to her breast, warm breath over cooling, damp skin, teasing.