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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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Ana mewled again, hips jerking against him. His fingers working inside of her brushed against the right spot and she yelped, back arching as her orgasm swept through her like fire.

His fingers slowed, and his head moved slightly, so that he might watch her, watch the pleasure shoot through her, watch for signs she'd had too much, before he bowed his head again to see if he could drag another out of her.

It was only a small one, hard and fast and Ana started to come back down when he started up again, drawing out a whine. It wouldn't take long for her to come again, a few more strokes, a firm suck on her clit and she'd be like putty in his hands.

His mouth sealed over her clit, sucking and teasing, a low hum, part magic, part tune vibrating from his tongue to her tender bundle of nerves. His fingers curled inside of her again, rocking, teasing, patient and knowing.

It hit her harder this time, knocking the breath from her lungs. Ana arched silently, mouth open as if to scream before she slumped back down with a quiet whimper.

"Fuck."

This time, when she's come he does lean up move, to watch her, to kiss along her collarbone lazily, to wait for her to calm.

She humms, trembling hands lifting to touching him, to bring his face up to hers for a kiss. "You..." she opened to eyes, meeting his gaze.

"You're very good."

He smiles, shrugs slightly. 'Tis not so hard once you know what a lady likes, and you like.' he kissed her softly, still smiling, licked his lips after a moment, licking the taste of her wetness off his lips.

"I like a lot." she kissed back, mouth opening to his. Her hands stroked over his shoulders and down his back, feeling his warmth through the cloth of his shirt.

The change of position, with him hovering over her instead of far removed caused the press of his hard cock through his trousers to press where he hadn't lifted himself far enough from the ground. From her.

Ana smirked to feel him, his hardened length a welcome sensation. Glancing down, her expression grew a touch wicked.

"Torin... how do you want me?"

'hrm... how do you prefer?' while given his experience helped just now, he doesn't think sex so different, wherever this place is, but that doesn't mean he knows what she would like best, next.

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."

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.

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

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.

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.

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.

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.

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.