A/N: Kink - Loud sex + outdoors
CW: Dry humping, vaginal sex, hair-pulling, breast play, magic as sex protection
I swapped this one in the last moment since I had an idea. I've used some prompts in it to kill several birds with one stone. This one also has some references to the previous parts but can be understood on its own.
The door clicked closed under Griffin's weight squished between it and his body. Valtor pulled her ass into his erection growing along with his plan. The expansion of her chest pushed her further into him without any wiggle room left for her in his embrace.
"Valtor..." the rest of her sentence scattered from the question of where his wandering touch would stop.
"We wouldn't be missed for a couple hours." They'd annoyed the hell out of everyone else with their competence so their absence wouldn't be mourned in case it stood out. "It would be a crime not to take advantage of that," he breathed out into her ear for a barely perceptible shiver to rock her against him.
"We'll miss lunch," Griffin's protest was as weak as her knees now that she was resting on his strength, leaning heavily into his arms for support.
"I've remained with the impression that we sate each other's appetites to perfection." Valtor kissed at the conjuncture of her neck and shoulder waiting for her snort to follow. It was a sound reserved for his worst puns and innuendos and this one qualified as both. He deserved what he'd come to appreciate as reward for his efforts.
Griffin slipped through the cracks of his resolve twisting in his grip to face him. "Shutting you up is the only thing that will sate me right now," her eyes locked on his in refusal to skirt his mouth as if he hadn't dipped his tongue inside her just by shaping the words. She could pretend all she wanted but she was solely responsible for his presence at the teacher seminar. She'd been the one insisting on him guest lecturing at Cloud Tower which had provided him with the necessary status to accompany her in the twins' stead.
"You can put that energy into fucking me," he grinned at her before leaning into her lips to turn her away. Her smirk was tangible against the shell of his ear.
"Oh, I'm fucking you, am I?" Her palms cupped his ass to launch him straight into her thigh pushing between his. He'd gotten her on board for the price of some lost control as he rubbed his hardened cock against her leg.
He braced himself on the door, palms on each side of her head to frame her as the center of his focus instead of the building pressure where he was grinding into her. It added the breathy gasps to his words to sell them. "Maybe we should do it somewhere other than a bed this time."
Her captivated look at his senseless rutting slowed them both down but his incentive landed him the upper hand. His magic swallowed them in a sphere gliding through space to leave them at the clearing he'd memorized from satellite images. Green blurred in the background of his vision but his eyes raced over the contours of Griffin's body seared into his mind. His familiarity of her patterns guided him harmlessly through the blur of his rush.
"Valtor!" Griffin shrieked once he'd pinned her into the damp grass before she could catch her breath, let alone use her powers to fashion them a blanket.
"Let me get that for you," the heat of his magic covered her form to dry out the grass underneath her while he deftly undid the buttons of her shirt to bathe her in his warmth and reveal his mark branded into her flesh. She'd opted for more modest business attire than her usual whimsical fashion sense and had depraved him of the sight of the V nestled between her breasts. "I'll keep the cold away," he teased with an indignant hint in his voice at the wave of her magic weaving a wool blanket under her to isolate her body from the cool forest floor.
Griffin stroked her fingers over his hands, rapidly shedding her clothes off her. There was no force to her touch to stop him, just a questioning note to catch his heart. "Where are we?" Her eyes remained on him in the surroundings that offered no answer.
"In a forest outside the city. There's no one for miles around to hear you screaming at the top of your lungs." Her bra yielded to his touch for her breasts to steal his attention from her face and throat. His cock throbbed in his pants at the memory of sinking into her mouth but the only pleasure he needed from it now was her voice.
"You'll have to back up your boasting," Griffin challenged in dissonance with her hips lifting off the ground to let him bunch her skirt up and out of the way. She ran her fingertips over his lips to make him kiss at them with his appreciation of her trust. She hadn't needed more than his word to relax in his game and his hands.
"I'm confident in your vocal tendencies," he rubbed his fingers into her panties to have her teeth worrying her bottom lip with her stubbornness. She bit back a gasp–at least–that was rightfully his but her lacy underwear was already soaked. "You must be enjoying the setup I've prepared for you if you're already this wet." In their secluded clearing she could scream as far into the world as she had the breath for.
"It's not surprising with how insistent you are," her voice was strained with the breathlessness she was masking in a fruitless endeavor. Her fingers trailed distracted patterns over his clothed leg. Finding the path to his nakedness was a struggle in her foggy mind. His very erection had escaped her notice so far.
"I do believe I never lack in fervency. Yet, you're soaking wet in under a minute." He pulled the panties off her in one smooth motion that left her whimpering as if he'd ripped off her pride to stuff her full with pleasure. He shoved the drenched lace in his pocket as he cupped her cheek to watch her lean into it, eyes closed. "Why is that?"
Griffin licked her lips before cracking her eyes open. "You're such a gentleman. Always willing to help a girl out." She quirked a brow at him as she offered her hand. She'd surrender as long as he joined her.
Valtor guided her palm over his cock assisting with the belt buckle and zipper. "How can I not help fuck you into branding the world with our pleasure?" Any magical surge during sex was far too unfocused to get far but her voice surpassed that weakness. It was always a source of spreading intensity perfectly concentrated regardless of its volume or reach.
The button of his pants popped open for his cock to spring into her palm. Her strokes over it lacked a rhythm or persistence to give him carte blanch with both their bodies. Pushing into her spilled a moan from her lips that had her chest fluttering so tantalizingly with his V snuggled between her breasts.
Griffin busied herself with his shirt tugging it free from his pants to leave the full length of his cock filling her without her fingers in the way. Pulling the fabric up to his shoulders left her facing his refusal to move which slowed her insignificantly as her magic stole the shirt off his back. His chest was bared to her caresses while his arms remained firmly planted at her sides in the midst of her smug gaze.
"If you don't moan loud enough, I'm not going to make you come." Valtor threw her another surprise to swallow.
Griffin stared at him, mouth agape for a heavy sight falling from it before she nodded. Her nails raked over his back, legs squeezing him to her. Her eyes scrunched shut to spare no light in the gloom of the midday. As if she had to look for her voice on the inside to pry it from the tension gripping her body.
"Griffin, look at me," Valtor slid his palm over her throat, the weight of it grounding her in her body to have her eyes shining at him. There was only anticipation there and a silent plea when she'd lost control of her voice. "Keep your eyes on me while I fuck you. It's just the two of us. You don't have to hold back." One of them had to strain to soundproof the apartment in a bid for privacy every time he stroked her into the heights of pleasure. Out in the woods she didn't have to silence her voice and her love for him at the barest touch of his hand. "I can hear it all anyway." He'd been inside her mind and every inch of her body spoke volumes to him without the need for words or magic. All the universe could do was be a witness to their love and shelter it as he gifted her the freedom to scream every sound inside her and let it be heard.
He thrust into her more ardently to rock her into the blanket and etch the forest floor in her mind as the spot where she stripped her voice of inhibitions. Nothing should have ever had the power to challenge her loudness.
He laced their fingers together and fondled her breast with joint efforts. Every last thought collapsed into the pant on her lips sucking out all her breath where he could drink it from her. A strangled whine ran through her like an echo of his grunt and that just wouldn't do. He wanted the trees to remember their passion like a cry of the earth itself. They were owed that much after they'd had to carve out a home for themselves in a lump of nothingness.
Every spot of her body his palms stroked welcomed him with his own heat to leave them melting in each other. Griffin's mouth fell open to release a flood of moans louder than the peak of her orgasm or her enjoyment of his fingers in her hair. "I love seeing you like this," Valtor growled against her throat mid thrust.
Griffin swallowed, exhausting all willpower in her reach to gather herself enough for a single sentence in the wake of her cries of pleasure. "I can tell your attention's been solidified in place." She rocked her pelvis into him, squeezing in his full length.
The strength in her hands on his shoulders and her thighs gripping his sides like a vise toppled his balance. She rolled them over, pinning him under her at the edge of the blanket. The cool wool under him barely registered in the breathless void she'd made of his being.
"I'm going to ride you," Griffin braced herself on his abs and built up a rhythm faster than his hands found a grip on her sides. Her breasts bounced so enticingly he could have sworn it was magic captivating his mind to thrust his hips up into her. Griffin ran a finger up his chest without letting anything disrupt her pace. Not even his palms groping roughly at her breasts. A pull on her nipples only released a moan echoing in the depths of his being where the quivering took over him from the inside out.
Her palms pinned him back into the blanket his body heat was about to burn through at the barest sign of upwards movement in his waist. "No," she held herself out of his mouth's reach to make desperation drip from his lips. She slapped his hands off her breasts to make her point and make his cock throb. "Make some noise for me." She shifted the angle of her hips before clenching down on him to make him see stars in the bleak grayness of the sky.
He reached his hands into her hair and tugged her closer to him on reflex. It had her mewling something incoherent that was lost to him in the arch of her back and the seductive sway of her breasts. Every time they moved the V between them swept over his mind in a coaxing caress. As if he needed more encouragement to stroke his voice over her.
His hips jerked up in a frantic rhythm that did nothing to break him away from where his fingers were tracing over the mark. She was his. He was nestled in her chest and nothing could throw him out of there. "Let me kiss you, Griffin," he rasped. It was the only way to fully spill into her without losing any breath to the distant cold of the world around them.
"You haven't been loud enough to lure me to your lips," Griffin threw his own words back at him amidst the wave of her sounds that drowned him in his successful ploy as she kept riding him with loud abandon.
A deep groan erupted from his gut, or his lungs, or his chest. All of him was one, and with her, too. "Griffin," his cry of her name climbed so far into the sky it transcended the sun to live in the cold void of space forever with their warmth. He pressed her palm between his pecks to mirror the placement of his mark on her. His heartbeat was loud and distinct under her fingers. "I can only think of one way to give it to you." She could rip it out and grow it like a plant in her garden. It'd be safer in her hands.
"Only one? I must have fucked you senseless if you can't recall all the ways in which you've already given it to me," Griffin dug her nails into his thigh as if to spill the memories in his susceptible mind.
He jolted deeper into her with a moan falling from his mouth despite the burning in his tender flesh. It was her mark on him and it would stay long after the physical trace of it was gone.
"Now that you're all wound up and at a disadvantage, let's see who screams first," Griffin flashed him a wicked grin as she laced their fingers together and pinned his hands on either side of his head to burn through his last hope of winning. Without his strokes on her clit she could fuck herself on his already twitching cock–his balls tensing in tact–as long as her hips had the strength to carry her. But it didn't matter.
Her moans were filling the natural quiet of the forest and he didn't need magic in her head to make her come. He'd done it with his own words before. Screaming for her could get her screaming for him.
