I Like The Way It Hurts
Cirrus
Bloodletter
05-26-2022, 02:23 PM
It wasn't the fact that he was worried about getting her pregnant, especially while he was drunk. He really wanted to live up to her expectation and let her have her own fun and release with him. It seemed she'd have that all covered though, she knew exactly what she was doing. For him, and for herself.
His paws trailed down to her hips but he didn't grasp onto her, he didn't hold any resistance. He let her keep going just as she wanted because he didn't need much coaxing to finish. He could have just grabbed her and hit home but he didn't want that. The longer he held back, the more he felt her swishing tail and let her keep her pace on him the better he knew it would feel in the end. He held his breath in grunts as his core tightened and he was close to expelling in her until he just couldn't hold it back anymore. He waited all the way until he was right there before finally grabbing her around her waist and pulling her into him in a joined effort. His head slammed back onto the sands while his eyes rolled back and it felt like the best he had ever had in his life. The amount of wine he drank didn't make him feel guilty about what he normally would, a sense of betrayal to Azzurra even with what was wrong between them. It was the same the night on the raft with her. Being drunk opened up a different almost emotionless side to him. He only wanted one thing when he was like this and the opportunity was there, this woman hadn't disappointed him.
His paws loosened around her and for a moment he didn't do anything but pant for the amount of work and pleasure he had just experienced. He went to pull the woman into him to lay with her as they recovered, hopefully she wouldn't run off so soon. He supposed he had been drinking enough not to care. But there was a part of him right on the surface that just wanted to hold her tight all night. He tried to let her know in just that subtle action, but if she pulled away he wouldn't force her back down. He wouldn't ask it of her out loud.
"Balthier Destruction"
His paws trailed down to her hips but he didn't grasp onto her, he didn't hold any resistance. He let her keep going just as she wanted because he didn't need much coaxing to finish. He could have just grabbed her and hit home but he didn't want that. The longer he held back, the more he felt her swishing tail and let her keep her pace on him the better he knew it would feel in the end. He held his breath in grunts as his core tightened and he was close to expelling in her until he just couldn't hold it back anymore. He waited all the way until he was right there before finally grabbing her around her waist and pulling her into him in a joined effort. His head slammed back onto the sands while his eyes rolled back and it felt like the best he had ever had in his life. The amount of wine he drank didn't make him feel guilty about what he normally would, a sense of betrayal to Azzurra even with what was wrong between them. It was the same the night on the raft with her. Being drunk opened up a different almost emotionless side to him. He only wanted one thing when he was like this and the opportunity was there, this woman hadn't disappointed him.
His paws loosened around her and for a moment he didn't do anything but pant for the amount of work and pleasure he had just experienced. He went to pull the woman into him to lay with her as they recovered, hopefully she wouldn't run off so soon. He supposed he had been drinking enough not to care. But there was a part of him right on the surface that just wanted to hold her tight all night. He tried to let her know in just that subtle action, but if she pulled away he wouldn't force her back down. He wouldn't ask it of her out loud.
