The insides of the firekeeper were as hot as the flame she tended to. Tight heat, clutching the intruder in a desperate attempt to keep him with her, pleading him to continue, wanting to be torn open, pain and pleasure-
Lautrec let his hand casually wander over narrow but curvy hips, testing the feel of soft, scared skin under his rougher palms. The white skin shone like the purest diamond, slick with sweat, dirtied only by the faint grey the ash brought with it.
His fingers wandered to her front, taking her breasts into his hands, they fitted perfectly, his superior height towering all her assets like a knight should tower his queen, his muse-
his everything…
The grey haired man moved again, slowly pushing into the heat, the hot wetness pulsating around him. A low moan rose in his throat and he felt how the firekeeper bucked up into him, pushing him in further, rubbing herself against him. She was eager-for the dance of lust and desire.
Her mouth was open, gasping in cool air to soothe the burning heat in her body, breathing out her hot breath into the night. Small moans escaping her throat, eyes closed and back arched, she pushed herself closer to Lautrec, rubbed against him. Her movements became more frantic, a silent plead to take her.
And he took her. His finger dug deep into her soft skin, bruising the tender flesh, abusing the body under him in a way she deserved it, gave her the attention she needed and was there, simply there-for her and her alone.
The highest peak was reached after mere minutes but to them it felt more than enough. He filled her and she grabbed his hands and held him there, bathing in the sensation he left in her.
When he pulled out, his arms reached around her and pressed her against his chest, kissing her neck without leaving marks.
They remained there like that, his breath on her neck and her hand over his arm.