Artair

Amanna Dána

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Summer 1

 

Date.png 12th Bloomingtide, 951

Location.png Tulach Cultraidh, Artair's Village

Characters.pngArtair and Awenya

Players.pngVictor and @Claire

Requirements.png1x1

Notes.pngif the hut is rockin', don't bother knockin', title translation=Naughty Times

Links.pngAn Fhéile De Dheannach - pre coitus thread

Summer Divider 1.png

 

This was not the way he had expected this party to go, but then again, it was a party and he was a bachelor Chasind. So when Awenya started to kiss and strip him he did not put up any resistance. In fact he even helped her along as they undressed eachother in the lowly lit hut. It was a bit hard for them to see eachother in the dim light but as they were kissing and touching eachother in very close quarters they did not really need to see eahother.

 

And Artair had gone straight to business, so he had not said anything since they had entered the hut. No words were needed when he could use his tongue for better things, like wrestling with her. And then down to where her neck and collarbone met as he tried his best to get her out of her clothes while she had her hand down his crotch, his excitement made clear there. His mind was not fully his due to the drinks but there was nothing wrong with his Stalker trained body.

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There was no doubt that he wanted her and she made it clear how much she wanted him too. As she took her hand away from his crotch she aggressively removed his trousers as well. It was a warm summer night and neither had many clothes on to begin with, but after a minute or so in the hut they were entirely naked. Awenya pressed her body as close to his as she could, giving herself to him entirely. To have how she felt reciprocated was all she had wanted so now there was no need to think, she was no longer a slave to emotions, she could simply let go and let her body be sated.

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After they both got naked he was pretty glad that it was summer and there was not a cool breeze in the hut. But thart thought was quickly gone when she pressed her body aginst his own and awakened other intrests in him. He kisseed her once again as his arms wrapped around her and held her close, his hand then snaked up into her red hair as he held the back of her head, keeping her lose as they kissed. But soon his 'interest' in her started to become pretty big and needed some outlt. Which was why his hips was moving against her, enabling him to rub certain places of both of them.

 

It was not a full act but it was enough to entice him further, making his kisses get deeper and more passionate.

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Feeling his arousal blossom Awenya responded in kind, rubbing herself up against him and moaning loudly when she was stimulated. Kissing along his jaw and his neck she growled animalistically. Pinning him to the wall she practically leaped into his arms and ordered him to take her!

"Páirtí leapa mi!" She panted, and she pressed her sex against his so hard he was almost penetrating her!

 

[translation: Fuck me!"]

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When she jumped at him she proved to him that even though her power was in the use of magic her body was certainly not weak. And she made it pretty easy to satisfy her wish. And he had no other choice when she had him pinned to the wall so he lifted her up in his strong arms so he knew he would penetrate her in earnest instead of just grinding on her and getting wet. Though that was not too bad either.

 

And then when he let her descend on him he moaned loudly in pleasure, holding on to her tihtly. It had been a while since he had enjoyed the warmth of a woman and now that he was experiencing that again, especially in his drunken state, it felt glorious.

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It felt wonderful to have him inside her again, perhaps even better than the first time, though she was too drunk to really notice any differences. A part of her mind thought his kisses were different, and the way he held her, the way his muscles stretched over his lithe body, he seemed taller, fuller. That this was not the wiry and muscular form of Muireach but instead the warrior Artair was not something she would realise until the morning. For the moment she enjoyed his cock and she used his strength to stay off the ground and ride him, though now he had control because she had no leverage to pin him. Not that either of them seemed very concerned about who pinned whom, not when they were too busy fucking like wild animals!

Awenya leaned back and closed her eyes in order to cry out and give him another angle into her. This way he stimulated the place inside of her that elicited the most blissful and intense shudders of sheer pleasure.

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He leaned against the wall even as she did no longer pin him to it, but he did so to make it a bit easier and feel better as he thrusted his manhood deep inside her. He felt the angle she was giving him and it gave him more pleasure than he had known in quite some time, this was a pretty new position to him so he wanted to make the most out of it. And heaing her cry out was just excited him further. And that excitement got his thrusting to go harder into her, holding her still up in his muscular arms.

 

With all this movement and use of his strength there was not much room for him to speak beyond grunting in pleasure, even though the part of him that still could think wondered what this had brought on. But it did not mean he was going to stop, his impulses were adamant on the opposite of calming down, smacking into her over and over.

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In the haze of drunkenness that had led her into his arms Awenya felt the peak of their coupling keenly. There was a lack of restraint that she found she liked and it inspired her to claim his lips once more in a heady, impassioned kiss. Moving with him eagerly, she rolled her body against his while the Stalker continued to slam into her while somehow still managing to hold her! Awenya did not question it, she merely enjoyed it and she pulled on his long mane of hair to show how much she liked it!

The shamaness reached her peak at least twice before he would have to change positions, and she hoped he would continue, she wanted so much more, greedy for him now he had finally accepted they were meant to be together.

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It was very hot to feel himself slamming into her with each thrust as he held her up in his strong arms. But then again his strength was not unlimited, even though she made it easy for him to continue on with her oaning and her grip on his hair. Good thing that his hair was healthy and strong or else this moment might have been cut short. But he could not last forever, the shamaness riding him was far too vigourous for him to not reach his climax. And not long after that another one, with those movements she was using on him it became harder to hold her up as his knees were weakening.

 

But he did not want to stop since he was still very eager for the red firebrand that he was hilt deep inside off. But as he was soon about to drop her he carried to a bed and got her down before he lost his grip around her. then he was on top of her and his hips never did really stopped moving, just a slight pause while he got down. Then resumed back to his earlier pace, it was even easier now that he did not need to carry her.

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As he continued to fuck her on the bed Awenya was able to look up at him and see him more clearly. At the back of her mind she knew it was Artair, but even then she did not panic. It was because of this that she felt comfortable in bed with him, blissfully unaware of her mistake. She looked up at him with lust in her dark gaze, Awenya was far from a passive lover. The shamaness met his thrusts with her own eager undulations, her lithe, sweaty body clashing with his to create a blur of moving body parts. Hands glided over skin, legs crossed, uncrossed, moved depending on the desired position, lips met, tongues licked and teased. It was a mess of pleasure and heady euphoria as the two Chasind got out of their systems something they'd both pent up over the last weeks and months.

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He did his very best to get what he had been holding back for quite some time. He was definately not holding back now as he was so intertwined with her as they glided across eachother and moaning together. It was a rewarding experience and now that he was enjoying the repeated ecstasy he could feel how much he had needed it. The almost blinding sensations of pleasures pushed away all the dark thoughts that had lingered within him, that made him want to continue even more.

 

But since he was not pacing himself as he perhaps hould have he was getting spent quicker than his stamina would perhaps otherwise permit him. But he did do his very best to make sure that he did not leave her unsatisfied even as he laid on top of her, wet with sweat and panting.

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Neither Chasind "paced" themselves, for if he had not cum then Awenya would have collapsed from sheer exhaustion! They collapsed on the bed together, still intimately entangled and Awenya still enjoying the feel of him inside of her. To tired to move she fell asleep with her limbs wrapped up with him, her thighs clamped around his one thick thigh. She would remain like this all night unless he moved her, but then she would be awoken.

In the morning the scales would fall from her eyes and Awenya would realise, for the first time, she'd bedded Artair and not Muireach!

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Artair had full knowledge with whom he had enjoyed this moment with and he had no regrets about it, especially considered how exhausted he was from all the fun they had been having. He didn't mind her wrapping her limbs around him as they fell together on the pelts of the bed, mostly because he was very much sound asleep when his head lied down with his eyes closed.

 

His body needed time to recover so he was not moving very much during the night. It was only until morning that he started to mov, but he did not fully awake. It was more that he moved from ove side to the other, which required some more movement than usua since he had Awenya around him.

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The next morning when the shamaness awoke she was smiling and looking up at the roof. After a rather satisfied sigh she disentangled herself (temporarily!) from her lover and moved towards him. Pulling him to face her Awenya was smiling until she saw the face of whom it was she'd been fucking! Her lips formed an "o" and she covered her mouth then rolled out of the bed, a little disorientated.

Artair?! She hurriedly put on her dress, trying to make it look as "normal" as possible. The problem was she was having flashbacks of the previous night, apparently she was not drunk enough to erase that memory! Her progress became more slow the more she thought about it, until she decided to go and sit on the bed next to him.

"Artair?" she asked, seeing if he was awake, wondering if her movements had been enough to wake him.

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