MINGLE: THE SNOW QUEEN

[loveskulls]

Welcome, sluts! Feel free to use this post to mingle to your heart's delight for this month's event! Remember to post the outcome of all match-ups HERE on the plotting post! The bracket will be updated as results roll in, so keep an eye on that in the coming days as well.

Happy fucking!

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[ignisvulpes]

[Ah, fuck. She's working him pretty hard. At this point, he's not too sure whether the pain in the mix is helping him hold back or speeding [things along - which sure is a weird feeling, because what little thoughts he has entertained of rougher play tended to involve him in a more dominant position, but hey.

He has clearly lost in terms of physical capabilities (dumb stupid Mistress and her dumb, dumb, stupid idiot idea of taking away his powers). That, however, makes him no less inclined to keep provoking her. Hey, maybe he'll luck out and she'll have a thing for dirty talk.]

You do this kind of thing often, huh?

[Considering how aroused he is, he feels he deserves some credit for not outright calling her a slut.]

[shieldofrohan]

[She huffs something that might actually be a laugh, albeit an incredibly bitter and scornful one. Often?]

I have more pride than to lay with filth without cause. [...is a sentence that would sound a lot more dignified and disdainful if it weren't for the little hitch of breath in the middle.] Never before. Never again.

[Her face comes close to his again, hovering an inch or so away, her hair draping around him.]

Consider yourself an exception. 'Tis sure to be more an honour than aught else in your life.

[ignisvulpes]

[Their closeness only makes the warmth at the pit of his stomach all the more present, a reminder that he's fighting a losing battle as far as the rules of the contest are concerned. Despite that - or does spite have nothing to do with it? - he's eager to keep up this tug-of-war.

It's a shame his arms are pinned. Her hair is in the perfect position for a less-than-playful tug. That isn't the only thing that comes to mind, though...]

Looks to me like you're enjoying it plenty.

[His voice is low and breathy, betraying his lust, but he's not done. He lifts his head just a little, just enough, and aims to nibble at her lower lip.

Okay, not nibble. That would be too affectionate. It's really more of a bite.]

[shieldofrohan]

[She hasn't thought to pull away, and gasps as his teeth close on her lip, her fingers tightening on his arms. From the way she clenches around him, that gasp wasn't wholly one of surprise, either.]

[As she wrenches her head back, his teeth scrape on her lip, leaving a rapidly reddening mark. The lip itself will swell, she can feel it. Damn him for catching her off-guard!]

[She spits, off to one side this time, and sits up as much as her grip on his wrists allows, not wanting to give him the same chance again. Her chest is heaving, sweat trickling down from the hollow of her throat and over her taut nipples. Shaking her hair back, she glares down at him.]

Shut up.

[...Truly, a great comeback.]

[ignisvulpes]

[Still got it.

Even as she leans away, Kaph makes sure to enjoy the view. It isn't every day he gets the chance to just take his time and appreciate the sweat tracing the curves of a woman, especially when sober. And especially since the Mistress kidnapped him.

... Ah, fuck. He's getting really close. Maybe he shouldn't have ogled her like that. Closing his eyes now wouldn't do anything, of course; he knows his body well enough to know that, if he did that, Éowyn would just take over his mind's eye.

Although maybe she'd have bigger tits there.]

H-Hey.

[shieldofrohan]

[Her jaw tenses, shifting under the skin. It would be so easy to forget who she was doing this with if he'd just shut up.]

[Although, an unwanted voice murmurs in the back of her mind, perhaps it wouldn't feel so cathartic if he did. Even with everything, how much he's irritating her... it's still exhilarating to hear the catch in his voice and know she's done that to him. Not only that, it's exhilarating to let go of the person she ought to be for a while, forget duty and propriety and be as rough and as wild as she likes. And not feel too much guilt for it, because at least on some level, he deserves her ire.]

[She grunts, and pushes down on him as deep as she can.]

Did you want something, cur?

[ignisvulpes]

[Jesus. He nearly forgets what he wanted to say. He manages to find it again, but even so, when he speaks, it's between moans.]

M-Might wanna... [He lifts a finger the best he can.] ... get off soon.

[Kaph grits his teeth in a half-grin. If there's anything else he can do to retain his dignity even as he's about to lose, he'll take that chance.] Lots of stories about my people... [as if he felt any meaningful connection to his people beyond the fact that his species is supposed to afford him certain advantages that he doesn't have here] ... having very special babies with humans... b-but I'm not ready for that yet, yeah?

[shieldofrohan]

[She almost doesn't. She doesn't want to give him the satisfaction, not to mention the fact that this feels better than she wants to admit. Anyway, maybe he's lying. Even if he isn't lying, she's old enough and experienced enough to know how to end a pregnancy, or to stop herself kindling...]

[...Except that, in the end, that would only give him more power over her, force her to take those risks or bear his child.]

[She grunts, climbing off him and letting go of his wrists to finish him off by hand.]

[ignisvulpes]

[The manual aid is almost unnecessary. He's so close to finishing that, when she climbs off, even the loss of the wet warmth around him is little more than another push - and moments after that, when she lays her hands on him, that's enough. He gasps, his chest heaving as he's unable to hold himself back.

If any of his jizz ends up on Éowyn, he's not sorry.]

[shieldofrohan]

[Some of it does - on her hands, her belly, a little on the curve of her thigh. Éowyn lets out a little grunt of disgust, and reaches for his sheets to wipe herself off.]

[She'd be lying if she said part of her doesn't want to stay and finish up here. She's so turned on it's hard to see straight, and what she really wants is to bring herself off, now she doesn't have to hold back any more.]

[Instead, she goes to push herself to her feet, to get her clothes. She doesn't want to give him that much credit. She'll get dressed, find somewhere private, and sort herself out there.]

[ignisvulpes]

Hey, come on!

[Kaph sits up, sets one foot on the floor... and then decides against saying anything, because it occurs to him that, now that they're done, there's nothing stopping her from straight-up castrating him if he cracks wise about getting a consolation prize.

He'll retaliate some other time, when he has his pants on.]