"I will." It's a promise made in a voice gone raw with desire, and he kisses her with growing urgency, his thumb dipping into her wet heat and returning to circle her clit, his fingers thrusting into her. "I will, I will..." His cock is a hot iron rod trapped against her hip, and unconsciously he pushes against her, a mimicry of his fingers' actions, of other actions. Not yet, not yet, I will, I swear I will, I swear...
He has heard, read, descriptions of how in times like these a person is reduced to a state of abject need, but that's not what he sees. She is not at all diminished by this, in no way lessened, but as fiercely and intensely herself as she's ever been and more, so glorious in her abandonment that it's breathtaking. If anything he's the one who's reduced, unable to do anything but keep driving her onwards, his fingers working at her as he kisses her mouth, her eyelids, her face, murmuring encouragement and promises and endearments and outright filth in he knows not what languages. "You are so beautiful, meleth nîn, hot and wet and perfect, wild and wanton, my own wild woman of the North, my shieldmaiden, my Éowyn...Valar, you are wondrous like this...ci írui, writhing on my fingers, Írima nát...now love, now, let it go, come for me, for me, Éowyn, hot and wet for me, mi hjartað..."
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Date: 2018-07-24 10:42 pm (UTC)He has heard, read, descriptions of how in times like these a person is reduced to a state of abject need, but that's not what he sees. She is not at all diminished by this, in no way lessened, but as fiercely and intensely herself as she's ever been and more, so glorious in her abandonment that it's breathtaking. If anything he's the one who's reduced, unable to do anything but keep driving her onwards, his fingers working at her as he kisses her mouth, her eyelids, her face, murmuring encouragement and promises and endearments and outright filth in he knows not what languages. "You are so beautiful, meleth nîn, hot and wet and perfect, wild and wanton, my own wild woman of the North, my shieldmaiden, my Éowyn...Valar, you are wondrous like this...ci írui, writhing on my fingers, Írima nát...now love, now, let it go, come for me, for me, Éowyn, hot and wet for me, mi hjartað..."