For A Moment She Merely Stares At Him, Shocked By His Reaction After He'd Quiet Literally Come To Her

he squeezes her thigh, sliding his hand upwards to grip her jaw delicately as he turns his head to meet her gaze. "you're mine now. just mine. but that makes me yours too." he's not ready to admit the depth of his feelings for her, knows that the end of her marriage and leaving her children was still too fresh for her for them to delve into that. for now though, he's happy just enjoying the fun they were having. "yeah, darlin'. wanna feel that gorgeous mouth of yours." a grin spreads across his face, relief sliding down his spine at the feel of her unbuckling his jeans, her soft hand on his cock. his hand cards though into her hair, gripping just tight enough that it doesn't hurt as he encourages her forward. "hope you're ready to get that pussy pounded every day, ma. i'm gonna be having you every damn night."

Even the simple gesture of his hand on her thigh helped her relax even more with this life changing decision. All of this was going to be different but she had faith that Dante would keep his word. "Good because now I'm your complete responsibility. Of course I'll take care of you." She grinned reaching over to squeeze his thigh in return. "Oh yeah? Want a little road head?" She grinned turning herself towards him more not hesitate to undo his jeans reaching for his cock. Already she was wondering how she was going to fill her days. Not that she would mind going along with him for his business. At the same time she knew her main purpose of being with him was based on sex. Which wasn't all bad considering he was the best fuck she's had in a long time. "Looking forward to coming home and finding me ready for you? No more sneaking around either. Lots of possibilities."

there's a smile on her lips as he hips press back against his own, taking his cock deep inside her and moaning lowly into his mouth. even though they had been married a long time now, had children and a home, she still had never grown tired of him. still wanted him the same way she had in high school and college when they reconnected again. "yeah, you don't mind people seeing me bent over for you like this?" she teases, pecking his lips once more before she turns back to the counter, hands pressed against it as she thrusts back against him, moaning louder at the feel. "maybe i do want them to know. maybe they should know that i'm your whore."

Ray should have known Lorna was up to something when she suggested they host a dinner party. They weren't exactly the hosting type. When the night came he realized her real goal even before the first guest arrived. There was something about how she looked tonight that did something to him. And then she kept touching him all night as if he wasn't going to react. So when she went to the kitchen to grab something he took the opportunity to bend her over the counter and fuck her like she obviously wanted. "No fucking way," he shot back eagerly kissing her back as he kept thrusting his hips not caring how loud they got. "Maybe you shouldn't have invited so many people over unless you wanted them to know you're a fucking tease."

one hand tight in his own, the other clutched around her knife as they make their way down the stairs, her heartrate returning to normal with every stair they descend. the flush remains on her features though, more bothered than she'd like to be at his former closeness, the remnants of his body a whisper of a memory against her skin. she nods when they're in the clear, finally dropping his hand as the near the bottom floor of the building. "i'm fine. you just startled me, is all." she flicks her gaze around, making sure they were alone before she pushes the last door open, leading them into the street so they could head back to their shelter. "didn't realize you were waiting for an excuse to get close to me." she quips, smiling over her shoulder.

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there was no time to warn her; his body acting of its own accord with the need to protect by ensuring she keeps still and avoids many any noise. he'll apologize once they're safe, but until then, his hand remains over her mouth to stifle her breathing while he holds his own. just until the creaking of whatever creature passes over their heads. when she takes his hand, he doesn't think anything of it and clasps into it tightly as he follows after her towards the stairwell. once they've wound round and round down a few levels, fox helping her over the occasional piles of broken concrete, he finally speaks. "you alright?" his voice comes out soft and low and slightly muffled behind his mask.

selaena tended to stay out of the political matters her brother involved himself in. she did not like war or conflict, she didn't like her brother's greed when it came to land, and she certainly didn't enjoy the great loss of life that came with that. she was a princess for the people, content to do her work with the least fortunate in their society. taking in her brother's enemy? certainly the most involved she's been with the crown in a long time. her eyes flash when she notices him trying to sit up, stepping forward and one of her hands gently pressing against his shoulder. "please, don't strain yourself on my account. you're not in any condition for that." her hand is warm when she removes it from his shoulder, gaze catching on his torso and swallowing thickly before she tugs the sheet back up for him. "you've been sleeping for four days time. you murmured a bit here and there, but i was sure you weren't aware of much when you did." she smiles softly at the sound of his stomach growling, turning to one of her servants to send for food before facing him again. "selaena. princess selaena. it's a pleasure to hear your voice, king valor." she holds her breath, waiting to see if he realizes who she was.

a form of a woman, beautiful and smooth-edged with dark hair && a curious look in her eye, materialized in the fuzzy center of valor’s vision. for a moment - a fleeting second, just a flash of it, he inhaled sharply. the king thought he recognized her. eyes lit up, but as he gazed with lips slightly agape, he realized that through the fog of his pounding temples, he couldn’t quite place her. couldn’t bring any true realization up, no memories to associate to her striking beauty, nor recollection of the sound of her voice. just a vague, nearly empty sense of having seen her before… like she’d leapt from a dream. perhaps that was all. he was imagining things in his weakened state. “ and just how long is a long time? “ he finally croaked out, unable to sit up fully, feeling how his whole body betrayed him as he tried to come to a stand as any gentleman would when a lady entered the room. she spoke with the refinement of at least upper nobility. and yet - despite whatever valiant effort he made to show his respects to his savior, valor was unable to do much more than twitch in the sheets, allowing them to drop lower down his bare body. heat burned embarrassment through his core, and he was once again betrayed as his stomach let out a furious growl in response. “ …i suppose i am. thank you, my lady... ah...? “

"we might just have to stay back in the game then to keep them in check. idiots, it was never as though i was going to be on maternity leave forever. though i suppose we haven't yet discussed whether or not that is something we'll be doing again." she'd miss being with the babies all the time now that they were here, but she also missed this part of herself as well. she missed seeing this part of ross too, seeing it made all the better by the fact that they worked together so closely now rather than keeping their work separate. she doesn't know quite where he's sitting on that thought either, curious as to what he wanted next when it came to them. she hums, eyes closing at his kiss before she turns to glare at the man. it's following by stark laughter at ross' action, turning back to him as her arms loop around his neck. "i do like the idea of sending him back to them, i just think maybe we could send him in multiple pieces. he's not suffered enough for my liking quite yet."

"People think all kinds of stupid shit when they don't see us for a while." Ross shrugged knowing that throughout her pregnancy they kept business to a minimum to avoid adding any stress to Isabelle and the babies. "Now they're gonna see we're back and remember how ruthless we are when threatened." He was grateful his own family was willing to take care of the twins on a moment's notice, especially since they understood the nature of their work. "I love doing this with you too sweetheart." He smiled pressing a kiss to her forehead. Just as he was about to say something else he heard the weak groan of their guest. Without thinking or even looking in their direction he delivered a severe backhanded slap. "Excuse me fuck face, I'm trying to talk to my wife." He spat giving them an annoyed look before turning back to Isabelle. "Sorry baby but anyways, as I was saying... you always got me. No matter what. We have a whole group of people ready to help us too. We're definitely not alone. Now I know you wanna kill this guy but you think sending him back all fucked up sends a bigger message?"

she smiles down at his reaction to her touch, thumb brushing over the head of him again before she encircles her fingers around his cock, slowly stroking downwards towards the base. she moans at the way he plays with her tits, every brush of his fingers against her nipples making her sensitive and wetter against her thighs. "you're doing very well, my prince." she compliments, genuine as pleasure courses through her as he sucks on her, fingers working the other side and making her long for his cock to fill her. "and my name is selaena." she answers with a smile, leaning down to kiss him again as her hand continues to stroke his cock slowly. "do you want me to show you the other place to touch to prepare a woman for you? we are rather complicated, and making us wet enough before simply fucking us is important if you want her to enjoy herself."

Alastair stripped down fully, admiring her body with his eyes, desperate to touch her but uncertain as to where to start. His c^ck was standing proud, bucking against his stomach and already leaking from excitement. When she rubbed her thumb over the tip of his erection, he hissed with arousal and sensitivity. “They’re so warm and full,” Alastair complimented her, massaging them with surprising skill. He may be a virgin, but he’d had flings where he’d felt up his partners. He’d also gotten his c^ck sucked a fair number of times, causing him to favor it during foreplay.

Instinctively, Alastair put his mouth to one of Selaena’s nipple, suckling and nibbling at it gently, using his hand to massage and twist her other nipple. “Am I doing well? And…what is your name?” He asked, blushing.

a smirk tugs at her lips, unable to help but tease him when he's given her the perfect opportunity to. it does soften a moment later though at how hard he's trying to make his feelings known, a struggle that the two of them share. "don't i know it." she teases idly, eyes locked on him. "i know. how about you start repaying me by buying me a burger? i'm fucking starving."

malik huffs a short breath—could've been a laugh if it weren't so dry. the hand pressed to her chest doesn't go unnoticed, and he rolls his eyes, gaze flicking away like maybe if he doesn't look directly at her, the burn of embarrassment will fade quicker. "yeah, well," he mutters, shoulders shifting in a faint shrug, "sincerity isn't exactly my strong suit." he scratches the back of his neck, suddenly very interested in the floor. "you got the gist." then, with a glance her way, quieter, but firmer: "i meant it, though."

when she had left for the markets that morning, selaena had expected a rather unexceptional day. she had most certainly been wrong about that. she had barely stepped away from the bakery, tarts packed away safely in the box clutched in her hands than blue eyes land on his frame. he hasn't changed since she last saw him fifteen years ago, kissing her goodnight and promising that he'd see her the next day. only that day had come and charles hadn't been there, instead a ghost on the night never to be seen again and leaving a gaping hole in her heart. yet here he stands. the box of pastries falls from her hands, thunking against the cobblestones as she merely stares at him in utter disbelief. "charles?"

open to: w / m / nb (30+ age gaps almost a necessity !).

potential connections: best friend, betrothed, ex, whatever fits.

plot: several years ago, prince charles ferdinand disappeared, leaving a mystery in his wake. to most, he's nothing but a ghost story, but your muse was a part of his life in some fashion. he hasn't seen them for a long time, actively avoiding them since being turned into a vampire.

sleep had evaded him for years, though he supposed it was no longer a requirement of his current species. charlie's mind was far too active, far too full of thoughts of the past, of what could've been - should've been. he'd disappeared for good with intention. there's no way anyone he knew could handle, nor deserved to handle, the state of a beast he'd become. he'd had to become nothing but smoke, everyone was better off for it. still, he'd attempted to keep an eye on them throughout the years, though he had always been mindful to not allow their eyes to find him - until now, apparently. lips purse, and if his heart still beat, it'd be practically ripping out of his chest. he smiles then, hopes he can play it off. it's been enough years, he should've changed somewhat. he hadn't. not one wrinkle pressed against fresh, porcelain skin. "good afternoon. charmed, i'm sure."

𝐎𝐏𝐄𝐍 𝐒𝐓𝐀𝐑𝐓𝐄𝐑 𝐅𝐎𝐑 . . . m / f / nb. can be a bf/gf/partner, fwb, or maybe someone she's targeting as she's an assassin.

a smile tugs on her face as her body moves, hands carding through her hair as she sways her hips. she hasn't done this since she was eighteen and fresh into the strip club, needing a way to make money and finding fun along the way. "i told you i could dance." she tells them over her shoulder, smiling as she bends down, fingers trailing down her legs before coming beack up to rub one hand over her pussy.

"you should, but you won't." she teases, voice light and high as she smiles over at him. she rounds his desk, picking up a stack of papers that needed to be filed and letting her fingers brush against his arm as she did. she'd never quite been able t help herself when it came to flirting with him. "you'd have to fend for yourself, and i fear what would happen if that were the case."

her words steal a soft chuckle from him, but he knows it's nothing but the truth. "you're incorrigible," comments with a disapproving shake of his head. "i should fire you." an attempt at a joke because they both know he would never do such a thing, it's been years and she's probably the very best thing about his life these days, no matter how pathetic that even sounded. "but then who would keep me in line?"