Title: Called
Summary: Morgan is clearly unsatisfied in what she's getting from Hunter, but is unwilling to tell him this. So she takes matters into her own hands, literally, and finds a little assistance goes a long way. One-shot. Two POV's. Canon. HxM
Rating: M
Essentially, the only reason I posted this was to see what kind of reaction I'm going to get. So react away~
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"Mmm, Morgan," Hunter murmured in my ear, forearms to either side of me, bare chest above me, glistening with a slight sheen of sweat as he thrust into me. I moaned beneath him, the feeling of his length filling me almost too much to bear.
"Hunter," I sighed, arm wrapped around his broad shoulders, aching with desire for him. He leaned down and captured my lips with his, skillfully working in his tongue before breaking away, gasping for breath. I could hardly breathe between his thrusts and his kiss, and I panted, shaking slightly as he pushed in to me.
"Hunter," I began to moan in my mind, the words coming forward, about to leave my mouth as he-
I sat up directly in bed, his name still on my lips as I opened my eyes. My breath was coming heavily, and I couldn't see for a moment, my mage sight kicking in a moment later. As I calmed myself and began to take in where I was, I barely managed to stifle the groan of regret as a strong sense of disappointment washed through me.
"Goddammit," I muttered to myself as I realized I had been dreaming. This was the 3rd sex dream I'd had in the past two weeks about Hunter, and it had left me just as unsatisfied as the others, despite the increased clarity this one had been delivered with, tantalizingly real to my dreaming mind. I rubbed my hands in to my eyes, knowing I'd be unable to get to sleep for the rest of the night, the emotions from the dream never dropping off enough for me to regain unconsciousness.
I sat back against my pillows, exasperated as I contemplated what I would do for the rest of the evening. This was getting ridiculous. I was frustrated from my dreams about Hunter, which always left me unfulfilled and teetering on the brink. I wanted more than just thoughts, and as I sat and contemplated for a while longer, the answer slowly began to come to me.
I had never tried to pleasure myself before, never really having a reason to. I knew the basics of it, stolen knowledge from a small collection of steamy romance novels I'd read, and was fairly certain that it'd get rid of some of the tension that plagued my mind. I mean, Bree had told me she'd done it, and according to her, it was almost as good as the real thing. More than I'd wanted to know at the time, but I was grateful for the knowledge now as I cast my senses, making sure that the rest of my family was still sound asleep. I pushed my blankets a bit further off of me, and cast a last furtive glance around my room as I shut my eyes and slid one hand slowly down my pants.
Cautiously, my right hand passed the band of my underwear, and I wondered vaguely whether I should take them off. Deciding it was probably best, I slid them down, along with my sweatpants, secure in the knowledge that my bedroom door was shut tight and nobody was awake inside my house.
My hand circled up, gently glancing past my curls as I headed for my womanhood. In my mind, I began to picture Hunter, imagined my small hand as his, callused and large, seeking the place where it seemed all my nerves were concentrated. As I softly ran the pad of my middle finger up my slit, my muscles tightened involuntarily as I gave a slight shiver. Stroking myself, I imagined Hunter's voice and voluminous green eyes holding mine as his hand explored the region between my legs.
Feeling daring, I slid a single finger inside of me, barely coming up to my first knuckle, holding back a gasp at the sensation. In my mind, Hunter kissed the intake of air from my lips, drawing a finger back out just to slide it back in again, this time up to the second knuckle. I stifled another gasp, legs tightening around my hand, as I rolled my head to the side, thrilled in my small illusion.
My now-slick finger found no purchase against the smooth, inner walls of my vagina, and I drew it back out slowly, eyes screwed shut, hearing Hunter's voice speaking softly in my mind. My left hand, dormant until now, came up from being limp by my side to slowly, slowly run the edge of my fingernail up my side to circle my small breast inside my overlarge nightshirt. I imagined Hunter's other hand softly caressing the flesh, stroking it in to a small, hard peak of erection.
I nearly moaned aloud as I slid my entire finger in to my vagina, twisting to my side, fully kicking the covers off as I rejoiced in the sensation. My breath was coming faster, and I felt more alive as I pulled out again, only to push my finger back inside myself, my middle finger teasing the outside of my folds. Hunter was groaning in my ear as he explored me, and my mind felt deliciously pleased, though I knew there was only me on my bed and inside me. My libido paid almost no heed to who was doing the pleasuring, but moreover focused on the pleasure itself.
My left hand traveled across my chest, beginning to knead the other breast, flicking the nipple with a borrowed knowledge that the normal Morgan would never have thought of herself. My imagined Hunter was crouched over me, pressing a kiss on to the side of my neck as his hands worked my most sensitive areas. My left index finger circled my nipple as my right middle finger joined the one already inside me. I couldn't stop the soft moan of lust that escaped me, and I screwed my eyes shut even tighter for a moment, riding the wave of pleasure.
As I did this, with a cushioned shock, I felt a presence as familiar to me as my own wrap around me, and I felt the edges of my mouth lift. When I opened my eyes again, my head rolling back against my pillows, I was not shocked to see someone standing in the moonlight of my room, my hands continuing to move against me, as if of their own accord. My eyes slitted for a moment, a smile appearing fully on my mouth for a moment as I beckoned him forward with my eyes.
"Hunter," I moaned, finger circling my clit, eyes screwing shut again for a moment, but catching his smooth forward start of motion. When I opened them again a second later, he had approached my bed, a faint smile visible to me even in the darkness, his eyes drinking me in as I performed my fantasy.
"Mmm." My moan was wanton, and half for his benefit as he shucked his heavy coat and straddled me in one fluid motion, hands coming to rest on top of mine. He gently pushed them away, and took over, the transition smooth and even. A shudder ran through me as he first touched me, the feeling magnified seemingly 100 times from what I had been feeling. A vague thought struck me as he blotted out the moon coming from my window as he leaned in to kiss me: Bree had been wrong. It was nothing close to the real thing.
His hands showed his expertise, knowing exactly where to touch and stroke to elicit the strongest response from me. His mouth covered mine for the briefest of moments, my racing breathing rate not allowing for any more than that. The hand on my breasts worked wonders, and my eyes nearly rolled back in my head with pleasure as he moved his mouth there. It was all I could do not to cry out loud and possibly wake anyone up- I had never felt this strongly in my entire life. Hunter's hand pinched my nipple gently, and as I gasped, he ran the same hand to the back of my neck, holding me to him as he pushed two fingers inside of me. He smothered my gasp with his lips, and as I whimpered helplessly with desire against him, I felt the corners of his mouth turn up. I felt him inhale one breath as he plunged deeply in to me, fingers curling inside me to create the strongest sexual sensation I had ever felt in my life.
"Oh, Goddess, Hunter," I moaned out loud, gripping Hunter tightly as a shock wave coursed through my body, blinding me with pleasure. I dimly recognized it as my first orgasm, unable to stop the grin on my face as I realized that Hunter had more or less just taken my virginity, and with a finesse that I was certain could be matched by no one but him.
As I rode the subsequent waves, slowing and moving downward, I heard myself panting. I opened my eyes and looked up to see Hunter smiling knowingly down at me. I couldn't stop the answering smile, and felt magick course through me at the sight of him. With one hand caressing the side of my face, Hunter moved in to kiss me, pausing only to whisper some soft words that I could barely comprehend in my gloriously pleased and spent state.
"You called?"