As Meira gripped the sheets in her head, arched her head back and groaned loudly, she felt another shattering orgasm break over her and curses flowed from her mouth with an ease that made the sailor behind her smile as bright as the morning sun through their window.
Uninhibited, primal and carnal lust.
Despite the occasionally reserved demeanor and professionalism of both parties, they both had a wellspring of erotic impulses that they had only dipped into before finding each other. Yet together, they immersed themselves in such a way that often left them staying in tavern rooms for days on end, pitching tents for hours longer than necessary, and avoiding public bunking whenever possible.
Before finding each other, they weren't inexperienced. Most of their sexual encounters were one-offs. Malark's were often harbor wenches that the crew met when they were in port. The women were often very similar to each other, playful warm things that were looking for a bit of charm and excitement but not a husband. There was one longer romantic trial back on his homeland that centered around courtship rather than physicality and an illicit affair with the daughter of a Count that stood out in his mind. While most of those were satisfying encounters with good people, there was too little time, and not enough connection for Malark to satisfy his needs and curiosity.
Meira on the other hand, had been allowed to enjoy her sexuality more than the sex itself. She was constantly planning ahead, but very rarely did that plan end up in a man's bed, and never did she end up there more than once. Unfortunately, her concern over showing her Fay'ai brand overwhelmed her desire for physical pleasure the majority of the time. Her encounters were much the same, with just enough liquor to lower her boundaries, but never enough to make her forget. She worried that her encounters were average at best and she knew it was at least partially her fault. Meira couldn't indulge herself without care or worry; she couldn't experiment or enjoy variety without potentially exposing herself. The risk was too great for a cheap thrill.
Alternatively, she could enjoy a bit of flirting and seduction. Reading people was part of her training and she did enjoy the thrill of catching someone's attention and working them up into a frenzy before vanishing like a puff of smoke. She was a tease and that didn't change once she found someone she didn't have to vanish from. With Malark she indulged in a bit of shopping and purchased herself provocative pieces in order to be as distracting as possible whenever they were alone together. Sometimes when she had his attention, she would vanish once again; but Meira found that now she had a new fetish for being chased down and caught.
This particular instance of carnal lust started the night before with Meira and her teasing. She had worn a long tunic without leggings again and insisted on dining out, despite Malark's desire for privacy the moment he had seen her. Meira would tease him throughout the meal, running her foot up his leg and loosening the lacing on her bodice "for the sake of cooling off". What's worse she made Malark's eyes follow a single painted nail of hers as it travelled up and down her body not to subtly. Then when Malark was distracted with the bill, he would turn to find her chair teasingly empty.
Meira could always tell how needy he was by how quickly he resorted to magic in order to find her. This night he lasted all of five minutes before tracing her location and cornering her in an alley outside a bakery. Before she could take a breath, his leg was between hers and her tunic was bunched up above her hips. The leggings came down quickly and she had taken to wearing flimsier smallclothes, and ones that could be easily removed or shoved aside. The sounds of an approaching carriage had caused them to stop before getting too carried away but immediately Malark took her hand and let her back to their rooms. Though somehow through the exchange, due to what could only be described as "sneaky rogue skills" she had slipped off her leggings and now was leading him back to the room so he could watch her legs the entire way.
When Malark finally made it through the door of the room he was hit in the face with a tunic and she was on her knees tugging at his trousers before he could blink. Malark heard his belt hit the floor and was kicking off his boots when he felt Meira's hand close around his length as she rose up to meet his lips, the other hand feeling his chest underneath his tunic. Kissing was interrupting his disrobing but was always much more important. That is, until she pushed him back into the wall and he had a chance to slip off his tunic while her lower hand was teasing him mercilessly.
When he finally found himself divested of clothes, Malark managed to turn the tables on Meira, maneuvering her with her front to the wall and her backside pressing against his erection. It was a dual edged sword as she ground against him mercilessly, but he was in control and able to play with her hair and neck. Without worry about her mark, Meira was able to indulge in kisses along her sensitive neck and revel whenever his hand was in her hair. The moans she made would haunt his dreams and his hand couldn't help but reach around and between her thighs to make them louder.
Meira thought his fingers were magic, and sometimes she was literal with that assumption. But tonight, it was all flesh and experience as he reached down under her small clothes while she was propped between him and the wall, kissing her neck. She writhed and bucked as he found her most sensitive spots but Malark held firm, propping her up and riding out waves and waves of convulsions as his thumb found her clit and two fingers reached to dip shallowly inside her. Eventually after she had finished shaking, she turned around and climbed into his arms with her legs around his waist. He backpedaled until they found the bed and he landed on top of him.
Meira liked how they fought to be on top; she liked winning, and she enjoyed riding out her spoils. But Meira was hard pressed to be disappointed when she lost, her screams were of ecstasy, not disappointment. Tonight, she had won with the teasing, lost deliciously against the wall but won control of the first insertion. She ripped the last bit of fabric off of her body and grabbed his manhood to slowly descend on it. Meira's head went white when she took the entirely of his length inside her dripping wet pussy and it took a moment before the groan built up in her throat and released.
In the beginning, they were sloppier, and made plenty of fun mistakes, but tonight, Meira was smooth as silk, riding like a goddess, and summoning prayers of pleasure and mercy from his lips as she started agonizingly slow, only to speed up to please her subject. Malark's hands on her hips gripped her so tightly that she would check for bruises later and she loved it. Meira knew he liked it when he could look at her in all her glory, so she leaned back and slowed down once again, letting him guide her up and down his length with his hands while she brought herself to orgasm with hers. One hand dipped two fingers in his mouth before teasing her clit, and the other traced a purple nail over her nipples before twisting one between two fingers as she got closer. Meira's orgasm overwhelmed her and she barely had time to look into Malark's eyes and enjoy his appreciation before her head rolled back towards the ceiling again and she felt her release.
Malark had been as patient as he could during the teasing, but as he felt her walls close around him his hips started moving of their own volition. He wouldn't dare interrupt the gorgeous sight of her reaching her peak above him, but once she came back down it was time for him to take control. Malark rolled them both over, causing a squeal and a giggle from her that she would have never allowed the outside world to hear.
Malark constantly reveled in the feel of Meira's skin. It was unbelievably soft to the touch despite her status as an accomplished fighter. Tonight, he traced his hands all over that delicious skin, starting from her hips and moving slowly upwards. He traced her breasts and let his fingers glide teasingly over her nipples before moving up her arms and guiding them above her head. Her legs were still firmly wrapped around him and his hips had been grinding inside her the entire time, but then he started to pick up speed. Malark buried his face in Meira's neck, kissing and nibbling the skin there while pinning her wrists to the bed and letting his instincts take over with hard and fast thrusts.
The two matched each other thrust for thrust, reveled in the feel of every inch of their lover's skin and were equals in their passion. As Malark let go of Meira's wrists, they found their way to his hair, and held his head to her neck as she whispered pleading requests for "more" and "faster". Each and every time his hips drove his cock inside her, Meira's legs tightened around him, and her thighs were shaking with sensation and shocks of pleasure.
Malark felt Meira's heels dug into him and heard her breath speed up, knowing she was nearing another climax. As he neared his own end, he leaned back to a standing position next to the bed and broke the grip of Meira's legs, moving them in front and over his shoulders instead. From there, his solid purchase led to three strong slow thrusts before Malark leaned over and rode her with abandon. Malark barely had the presence of mine to add a bit more pleasure to the proceedings with a quick twist of her nipple that sent shocks through her as she neared her peak.
Meira's gasps and pleadings were music to his ears and the wizard felt his release come first; burying his cock deep inside her, he moaned loudly and felt his seed spill into her. With the last bits of his control, he continued thrusting through his release and guided his thumb to the sweet spot between her thighs. The last touches, and the feel of her lover's release made Meira's head go white and though this orgasm was quieter, it came with sheer intensity and left her shaking for minutes after.
They collapsed together in a pile of limbs and this was different too. When Meira's few trysts had ended, it was always a sudden ending that led to a sudden departure. As for Malark, his intimacies were there but often were hollow and without the depth he shared with his purple haired lover. They just couldn't stop touching after. His hands barely left her, and though hygiene and temperature often led them to quick adjustments and cleanups, his hands always found a way to cherish her in the moments after.
Meira would do the same, but with kisses. Light feather kisses that started a half hour later when she finally recovered. Though there were times those kisses led to more, that wasn't their intention. She just wanted to let him know how important he was and how much she enjoyed him.
The ending to this night, was one that was very typical, two nude and satisfied lovers, curled under a wool blanket, with the wizard petting his lover's hair as she drifts off to sleep, curled up in his warmth. She races towards her dreams eagerly, knowing he will chase her there quickly and perhaps ravish her again before doing the same in the morning.