kingdomcomes | MINGLE: THE SNOW QUEEN

[She expects him to try and roll her over, and she's steadied herself against it, one hand on the floor beside his head, her knees on either side of him as she straddles him. His height may be something of an advantage, but she's no lightweight either.]

[With her other hand, she scrabbles for his wrists, aiming to pin him more solidly.]

Call me that again, filth, if you dare.

[Éowyn of Rohan does not take kindly to condescension.]

[There's a grin on his face, but it can only really be called such a thing on a surface level - it's stretched, hostile, borderline manic. If nothing else... he's having fun. Won't be so fun if he loses, though.]

Lit-tle la-dy~ [And he continues pushing back, laughter escaping through his gritted teeth.

He's having fun, alright. Maybe it's thanks to that - or maybe he's just enjoying the view? - that a noticeable bulge is growing in his boxers.]

[She grunts, and backhands him across the face. It's not gentle. It does have a cost to her stability - she teeters a little, without that hand to steady her - but she doesn't regret it. If he laughs at her again, she thinks viciously, she'll beat him bloody.]

[It doesn't help that she's very much aware of her arousal. With how she's straddling him, his dick pressing up against the inside of her thigh, it's hard not to be. It makes her angrier. It also makes her determined to turn this around on him.]

If I beat you senseless, I should imagine I win.

[Alright, so maybe it's not quite as funny when she actually slaps him. His laughter dies down, even if the condescendingly amused look remains.]

Now how are you going to get anything done if you knock me out cold? We're supposed to fuck, yeah? If you ask me, you grabbing my dick and shoving it in you doesn't count.

Nobody asked you.

[He has a point, though, much as she hates to admit it. This is still a sex competition. Beating him to a pulp, while satisfying, won't be a victory. Killing him might, but that's going too far. Even she has to admit that.]

[She grunts, reaching down between them to grab the bulge in his pants and squeeze, not at all gently.]

Yet it seems I am progressing on that front, in any case. Are you not ashamed?

[Okay, at least this means he probably won't be walking out of this with a concussion or a broken rib, so that's a plus. On the other hand, ow, fuck, Jesus, careful there, LADY.]

N-Nothing to be ashamed of! I'm a healthy young guy who just got out of bed!

[In retaliation, he struggles to free up a hand and reach around to squeeze her ass. Classy.]

[She grunts low in her throat when he manages to free his hand, snatching vainly after it, a fraction too slow to stop his fingers digging into her flesh.]

[The trouble is, the only other time someone's done anything like that to her was when she was fucking Remus in the first round, and that's not doing anything to help with her awkwardly rising libido. Besides, there's something about the roughness of it, the coarseness and rudeness, that speaks to a deep need for wild, feral excitement.]

[One hand is still cupped around his cock. She gives it another squeeze, lighter this time, to remind him that she can hurt him a lot more than he can hurt her right now, and leans in, her face close to his.]

Let me be clear, Kaphlar No-Honour. If we fight, I will win. If you test me, you do so at your peril. I do not fear to hurt you.

Take your hand off me, and I will let you up.

[If only he still had claws to show, he could respond to her reminder in kind. But he doesn't, so his grip loosens when she squeezes - although his hand remains cupped around her cheek.]

"No-Honour"? Now that's pretty insulting, don't you think?

[And hell, even if he IS the scoundrel she thinks he is, he doesn't believe her for a second. He spreads his fingers; discouraged as he may be from outright grabbing her, he still wants to enjoy some pretense of ownership.]

Anyway, what're you planning to do once I take my hand off?

What I came here to do.

[She sits upright, still pinning him, and shakes her hair back out of her eyes.]

Which is hard to do while I am dressed, or so I am told. And, as I have no desire to linger...

... That's fair.

[His hand slides down - he's going to let her go, alright, but not without feeling the shape of her thigh. He grins mischievously.]

You sure you don't want to let me help out with your clothes, at least? Not even a little? There's so many ways we could keep this interesting...

[She fixes him with a withering glare, and brushes his hand off her muscular thigh.]

"Interesting" is not what I seek here.

[Yes, it is. It always is. But that's not the point.]

[She lets go of his wrist and pushes herself to her feet, tensed to fight if he shows any sign of aggression. Her eyes are fixed on him as she reaches up to unfasten her corset, lips pressed together.]

If you wish to help, then concede. Or, at the least, shed your drawers and go to the bed.

[Kaph rolls his eyes. What, so she's looking for a boring fuck? Yeah, right. She's just saying that for the sake of shutting him down, he bets. Oh, but he'll make himself come out on top yet.

Raising his hands in what's supposed to be a pacifying manner, he slides out from underneath her and sits on the edge of his bed. Then, giving her a very deliberate look, he teasingly pulls down the side of his boxer shorts.

It's clear that he means for the reveal of his hipbones to be tantalising - and, to be fair, there's something pleasant about the shape of them, and about the happy trail that is now more clearly visible - but maybe he should have thought harder about whether or not this was a bad idea.]

[She seems unimpressed. She is, in fairness, quite good at seeming unimpressed. Truth be told, there is something quite attractive about the look of him there, but it's more than counteracted by what an ass he's being about it.]

[For her part, she makes no attempt to be tantalising or flirtatious, just unlaces her corset briskly, sets it down along with her breeches in an altogether businesslike manner, then straightens up and shakes her hair back. Only the slight blush on her chest and cheeks gives away her awkwardness. She doesn't mean to show any weakness or uncertainty, not to him.]

[She is, in all fairness, a very good-looking woman. Naked, the firm muscle of her belly and her thighs is clearer; she is slender but not skinny, pale skin taut, a coarse thatch of golden hair between her legs.]

[Her hands rest on her hips, and she considers him for a moment, her expression hard.]

[On one hand, it's a good thing he can't really tell she's mildly uncomfortable. It would have been something else for him to try and use, to lord over her somehow - nothing to be scared of, baby, don't be nervous, I'll be real gentle, I promise it's not gonna hurt.

On the other hand? No point in putting that act on for Éowyn. Not that the words are the act, but his caring, his gentleness - some of the people he's met here probably wouldn't believe just how many sweet virgin hearts he's broken.

But Éoywn isn't sweet or naive in the slightest. She may not have seen what he's really made of, but she knows he's not a good person. Why even keep up the pretense?

He looks at her like he's waiting for more.]

Well? What's the hold-up? [Aaaand he gestures to his groin.] Come on, just go ahead and take a seat.

You disgust me.

[She shakes her head, crossing over to his bed, and looks down at him. Her face is taut, her arms folded. There's no way to get out of this with her dignity intact, but that doesn't make it worth throwing all self-respect out of the window.]

If hitting you again will take the smugness from your look, believe me, I shall have no qualms. I suggest you hold your tongue and end this with all your bones intact.

Oh, come on, what are you gonna do? You need this boner. [And he rushes to add before she can actually go and break his tibia or something:] If you wanna win, I mean! The goal is to get our opponent to come first, right? Think I'm gonna be in the mood for that if you beat me half to death?

[She scoffs derisively, mostly to hide the fact that he has a point, and reaches out to push him back down on the bed.]

Keep talking, if you will. When this is over, there will be naught to stop it.

Besides. You seemed happy enough over being defeated a moment ago.

[The look on his face as he falls backwards is defiant... but decidedly less smug than before.]

I can always appreciate a good-looking woman, even if she's got a rotten personality.

[Éowyn keeps her hand on his chest, holding him in place, as she comes to kneel on the bed beside him.]

Insulting me does you few favours, fool. A wiser man might think to keep a civil tongue in his head.

[She grunts low in her throat, and straddles his hips, wrapping her free hand roughly around his cock.]

[... Okay, he can acknowledge that it may be wiser for him to take it down a notch now that she's got his dick in her hand.]

Hey, I'm not kidding about that first bit. Nothing wrong with a woman who looks like she could fuck a guy up.

[She scoffs.]

You speak so crudely, even when you try to flatter.

[And with that, she arranges herself and pushes herself down onto him without preamble. It hurts a little, but frankly, she welcomes that. The roughness of it fuels her, helps her to see this as another kind of battle.]

[The hand that was on his cock comes up to grab his hair instead, and she releases his chest to cover his mouth with the other hand. She's had quite enough of his talking for now, thank you very much.]

Psh, c'mon, lighten up. If I wanted to pull out a thesaurus...

[But he doesn't get to finish that sentence, first because she takes him in so suddenly it's almost rude to a cock that hasn't felt the touch of anything but a hand for the past two months, and then because she starts manhandling him. It's clear that he wants to protest, but there isn't much he can do with his mouth covered, which only aggravates him further.

He doesn't look entirely unlike a muzzled dog, really.]

[There's something vicious in her smile, some sharp edge of victory.]

I told you. Hold your filthy tongue.

[This between grunts, as she rides him as hard and fast as she dares - the last thing she wants is to rip herself up inside, and she is still new at this, so there's some caution there - clenching around him. She also doesn't want it to be too pleasurable for her. She will not, after all, be made to lose to this man.]

[Even so, she's plenty wet enough, especially after a few thrusts. The pleasure is very different to what she felt with Remus: more ferocious, more feral. It is pleasure, nonetheless, and she lets out a little moan as she fucks him, biting down on her lip, her hand pressing firm on his mouth, her breasts jolting with every thrust, sweat starting to bead on her forehead.]

Mmmrrmph!

[His attempts at protesting make his hot breath clear against Éowyn's hand, but it may not be his frustration alone that's responsible for that. Even though he isn't in control of the situation, even if (~~or because?~~) there's something humiliating about how he's being completely dominated, he is undeniably aroused. Her rough thrusts certainly contribute to it - not only was he in sore need of this level of stimulation, but her motions give him quite the sight to lay his eyes upon, too. Plus, she is wet, and it's always satisfying to know he's had a hand in that.

Speaking of hands, he's going to try using his to pry Éowyn's away from his mouth. If he could, he'd be pulling a half-grin half-grimace by now.]

[She isn't entirely expecting that - in fairness, she's a little distracted right now - and he does manage to pull her hand off his mouth, at least a little way, before she reacts by pushing back harder.]

Nobody ever taught you to submit with grace, did they?

[wow what a fucking hypocrite]

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