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Annabelle has been combing the shelves, more excited than worried about the word of a planned attack tomorrow evening. Both she and Lauren were unable to sleep, though their nerves were alive for two totally different reasons. And she got it, she really did! She just didn't relate; Lauren was such a pessimistic worrywart, she and Susan constantly agreed.

She understood why, of course. She just didn't agree.

She's found and neatly stacked a couple of books on some magic she thinks will be useful, and she's already dreaming of the coin they'll be rewarded with for their heroics to this nice village. It's got lux, which she hasn't encountered with the Tanners much. It's not unaffordable, but kind of cushy; the fact that their inn has a dining hall, upstairs halls of rooms, and a library is a testament to the town's hospitality. The library is beautiful as well.

Annabelle turns a corner from behind a book shelf, catching Lauren. He's leaning over a desk, pouring thoughtfully into some text. She grins ear to ear, throwing herself beside him, elbows hitting the desk. Unlike Lauren, Annabelle is not blessed with elvish grace. She beams at him, looking just a hair beneath demonic.

"Fiiinally found yourself a good one, have you?" She leans towards him, bumping her shoulder against his. She's mostly bothering him because she's growing bored.

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He curses softly in Elvish as she pulls on his hair, his own eyes pressed closed from the feeling. He can feel the heat of her groin through their clothes and it makes him desperate for something he's never had. When she rolls back it's all the encouragement he needs. He grinds against her again, because it feels good and also because he wants to see the reaction he gets from her. The sounds she makes and the weight of her body pressed against him making this so much better than anything he could have ever imagined.

"Anna, can I... Can I see you?" he asks stuttering more from arousal than embarrassment at this point, though it takes no small amount of courage to ask.

"Huh?"

Annabell pushes her hair from her face, feeling a little groggy from hormonal intoxication. She's not as sharp like this, but she's exactly as shameless and impulsive. It's not that she doesn't realize the risk as she does this, but she doesn't care; she's not terribly considerate in the first place, but in her first forray into the haze of sexuality, she's even further from caring.

She doesn't really know what he means, but she acts instead of waiting for an answer. Feeling too warm, she pulls her sweater off over her head, mussing her hair in a bounce, exposing her upper torso in full bareness, completely unbothered.

Holy Mother, he cannot stop himself from staring as she pulls off her sweater leaving her top half bare. This wasn't what he meant, but he is more than fine with her interpretation. His hand moves up the small of her back, running over bare skin. They're in a library, it is not a private place, but things like that are forgotten for now. He leans down, licking over one of her nipples before sucking it into his mouth (something he read in a naughty book I'm sure).

Her skin is met with the chill, hardening the dark ends of her nipples and putting goose bumps on her flesh. But his hands are warm and soft on her back, bringing her another little shudder.

The risk is actually compounding Annabelle's drive to continue—not because she's an exhibitionist, but because she likes to cause trouble. When he leans down and licks her nipple, she makes a sound that's almost a gasp—it's confusing, and not something she's familiar with as a sexual move. But the sensation delivers, and she knits her brows with a little bit of a needy moan when he gives it a suck. She also can't help but imagine them from a third eye perspective, the adrenaline of danger in being caught making her inner walls throb.

It's surprising—interesting, even—that it feels so good. She clutches the back of his head, her breath quickening.

"I'm aching," she breathes, overwhelmed. She takes one of his hands, moving it towards her crotch—but all the folds and layers are in the way. Frustrated, though only compromised for a moment, she leads his hand up her skirt. "It hurts," she laughs, sounding bewildered and amazed.

The gasp and moan send a pulse of heat running through him. Then she moans and he knows he needs more. He wants to see her. He pulls back a bit, licking her again, but she's grabbing his hand, moving it towards her center. He shivers, goosebumps breaking out over his flesh. She's leading his hand towards her and it's so forward and so unexpected and so exactly what he wants that he can't help but moan as his fingers brush against the outside of her panties. His fingers push past her underwear to clutch and grip at her ass.

"I want to see your cunt..." He says, groaning, his other hand moves to push her skirt up her leg so he can see the cotton of her panties beneath.

Annabelle arches her back when he grips her, her mouth dropping in a slight gape when she feels his hands against her pelvis, especially her crotch. It's hot to the touch, her clitoris pert against the damp fabric of the cotton undergarment.

It's all very fast. She almost feels dizzy. It's overstimulating, and almost overwhelming—so she's soaked and slick. When he expresses his desire so clearly and so crudely, she can't help but laugh a little. A topless girl in his lap is enough to get him to talk.

She gazes at him as he lifts her skirt, smiling and biting her lip on one side. "Can't show you much this way," she teases, given that she's sitting on him. So she carefully steps off, giving him a little kiss as she does. She hikes her skirt enough to hook her thumbs on the bands of her underwear, pulling them down as she bends forward. She leaves the (honestly, totally saturated) panties discarded with her sweater, leaving her only in her long, waist high skirt.

She looks at Lauren with a smile, tilting her head playfully, smoothing her skirt as she raises her eyebrows.

"Come see it then, I suppose."

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As she stands he shifts forward as though magnetized. She's completely captured his attention, and as she removes her undergarments every bit of his focus is on her. He may not notice the dampness of her panties as she idly throws them aside, but he is acutely aware of the fact that beneath her skirt her sex is bare. She looks at him playful and challenging, but he isn't her to play. He moves towards her without hesitation, kissing her again as he gropes her through her skirt. His hand rubs against her heat, and she can feel his prick at her thigh.

He breaks from the kiss, gaze hungry and intense before falling to his knees. He lifts her skirt, and stares at the source of her heat. Her slit is slick and flushed red with her arousal. He brings up a hand to hold her again, and his hand comes away wet. He spreads her outer lips wide, completely entranced by the sight of her. He can see her entrance, and without thinking raises a hand to slip his finger inside of her.

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Annabelle moans receptively to being rubbed through her skirt, but seems a little surprised when he gets on his knees. She reddens, supposing it makes sense if he wanted to see it... A subject of his curiosity, she figures, rather than mere lustful whimsy.

Having the split swell of her cupped like that makes Annabelle shudder as she sets her jaw, the contact burning sweetly. When she's spread, however, it feels a bit strange—and embarrassing, obviously. It's easy to do even though she's standing because of how thin she is.

When she feels his fingertip, Annabelle gasps, hunching a little as she grasps his wrist with both hands. "Lauren," she breathes out, then gives a breathy chuckle, her wild hair all fallen around her face as she looks at him. "I've never... I haven't ever really done that," she explains, tucking some hair behind her ear. Uselessly. It falls right back down. "Go slow... I'm not sure if it will hurt."

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He stops. Then nods.

"Okay." his voice is low, wavering from his own lust. He takes a moment to think. He doesn't want to do anything to hurt her, but he isn't really sure what will feel best for her either. It feels strange to simply grope around with his hand in the hopes of finding something that works. He could use his mouth though. The thought makes his cock pulse and he closes his eyes for a moment as he's temporarily overwhelmed by the sensation. There is no hesitation as he opens his eyes again, leaning forward to lick up her slit.

"Oh!!" Annabelle's hands then scramble to the back of Lauren's head in surprise, and her fingers tangle as she tenses. His mouth is incredibly warm, and the slick, pliant pressure of his tongue against the cleave of her is so much better than the hold of his hand. But it embarrasses her, too, but in a way that makes her want more. She's heard of men doing this once or twice (she remembers the first time she had overheard such a thing she stared in open mouth disbelief in the direction she had eavesdropped from, clutching Lauren's arm and shaking him when she asked if that was an actual thing people did), but she always thought it to be so dirty. Not from a moral, puritan standpoint, but hygienically. The thought of it always made her laugh, because people were so funny and dirty.

But now, here she is, almost naked in a little public inn library, clutching her friend's head as she gently presses into his mouth, practically high off her own scandal. "Yes," she hisses in a whisper, brows knit tensely as she closes her eyes.

He doesn't even hear her, to engrossed in her to focus on anything else. The tip of his nose rubs against her as he licks her again, her wet staining his face. He sucks her into his mouth in some dirty perversion of a kiss. She's so hot against him and he eagerly licks her again. He's still in disbelief that this is happening, but even if it wasn't there was no way he could stop now, something about being so close to parts of her he'd never even dreamed of touching making this intense in a way he never thought it could be. His body is a livewire, and her touch sends sparks running through him. His cock is so hard it hurts, so he stops for a moment, pushing his breeches down with one hand before taking his cock in the other. He wraps a hand around himself, stroking firmly and steadily.

"Fuck... Anna... You're so hot." The only part of it she can understand her own name as he groans and touches himself.

Annabelle is also in partial disbelief this is happening, but the part of her that isn't a horny animal right now also finds it hilarious. She definitely had never thought of Lauren as attractive—not sexually, anyway. Sometimes, when she caught him when light would glow the edge of his warm complexion, his heart soft and happy with Susan, she thought he was beautiful—and she thought that was funny as well, thinking to herself she was like a man admiring the fairness of a lady.

But now, everything is flipped so hard on its head. Everything about him is making her gush urgently. She always thought he had nice lips, kind of in idle objectivity, but now she's completely getting off on feeling them work on her. The routes her thoughts are taking are so fascinating—frantic and carnal and almost incoherent. Each stroke of his tongue, each little suck and kiss, makes her lose herself in a way she's never felt. She doesn't even notice him pleasuring himself at first, until she notices a the movement of his arm by carried vibration.

She supposes it makes sense—he was hard when fshe found him. Breathing heavily, she tilts her head, bending sideways at the hip to see it. She's curious; she's never seen his bare hard cock, and she doesn't know what a man pleasuring himself is like. She can kind of hear it, though, the slickness moving through the right of his hand.

"Do you really like it so much?" she asks, partially teasing. She can't imagine being envious of his position, but he obviously is having a good time. She affectionately combs her fingers through his hair, simultaneously pushing her hips forward against his mouth again, a brief rock forward.

He moans in pleasure are she rocks forward and his tongue drags across her clit. He sucks her into his mouth again, as much as he can, pressing against her with his lips when he's done. Her taste is powerfully arousing, something that's only hers. He's going to be thinking about this for a long time when it's through. Just the scent of her would make him hard.

He pulls back, looking up at her. She can see her own wetness on his nose and lips. His hand is slow as it moves on his own prick.

"You should sit down."

The sensation of him licking and sucking in her clit makes her give another startled moan, and she lets out a breathy sound that's close to a whimper. She's never really felt anything like it. When he pulls back, her body of course protests, but she's grateful for an opportunity to gather herself again.

She looks back down at him, and she gives a breathy, affectionate chuckle. She extends a hand forward to wipe some of her own wet from his nose. She bites her lip, still smiling, and glances at his cock, having a better opportunity to see what he's doing. It's interesting and strange the way the skin moves, bunched above his hand when it goes upwards, and relaxed, straight and proper when it goes down. The peeking and hiding of his glans, all slick and shiny, as well.

"Gladly," she answers with a contended sigh. She turns, lifting herself up with her palms to sit where Lauren had been sitting earlier when he pulled her onto his lap. "I felt like I was going to lose my legs." She lifts her skirt again, haphazardly bunched and rolled at her hips, and scoots her pelvis forward as she spreads her legs. Much easier to do, this way.

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There's something deeply erotic about watching her spread her legs for him that makes him pause. He feels hot, inside and out. He breathes out hard, picturing for just a moment that she's opening them for a completely different part of his anatomy. He wants to fuck her, there's no way around it, and watching her only makes that all the more clear to him. His hand speeds up on his prick for a moment, before he makes himself stop so he can move closer to her heat.

He looks at her, meaning he looks at her cunt. It's easier to see with her skirt pulled up like that and he notices part of it he didn't before. Her clitoris is large and swollen, and he doesn't know what the word for it is, but it catches his attention. He presses forward once more lapping at it before circling around it with his tongue

Annabelle watches Lauren's face, then observes how he strokes his cock—she aches inside, and bites her lip, but it doesn't occur to her what her body is demanding precisely.

When he comes forward and strokes her clit with broad, thirsty swipes of his tongue and circles it, Annabelle shudders hard. She's already half way to orgasm, being so inexperienced and receiving so much visual and tactile stimulation, but she doesn't even know it. She leans back on her elbows, books shifting from the movement, and she finds herself grateful for removing her sweater. She's flushed down to her shoulders.

She puts her legs on either of Lauren's shoulders, her clit giving a defiant pulse or two against his tongue as he works. All of her sex is swollen, and she can barely keep her eyes open anymore.

But that doesn't stop her from fighting to open her eyes to look at him, relishing in watching him so diligently pleasure her. It's igniting something inside of her that she didn't know about, and that something makes her take a rough handful of his hair, rolling her hips up again as if to fuck his mouth. She only does it once, because she doesn't want to disrupt him, but she also craves more intense stimulation.

"Try putting your finger inside of me again." It's too firm to be a suggestion. Her breath is heavy, bits of her hair stuck to her skin. "But keep your mouth there."

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He groans, loud and low as she grabs his hair and presses her cunt against his mouth. His hips twitch in need, but he can't pay his aching cock any attention when she's dominating his focus like this. He whines at the command, breathing hard, but eager to obey. This is what he wanted to feel from the beginning, and even if it's not his cock pushing inside of her, it's still something he hasn't experienced before and that's arousing on it's own. His eyes close partway as he shifts, trying to press a finger inside of her. It takes him longer than he'd like, but he can't look away with his mouth on her like this, and her hand is in his hair and voice in his mind keeping him still.

He exhales shakily when he feels himself slip inside of her. She's soft and unbelievably wet. It's hot to, hotter than anything he's felt before. It's impossible to describe and he whimpers at the sensation, before pressing further inside. He moves quickly, perhaps too quickly for someone as inexperienced as Annabelle, but he can't help it. He's eager, and he wants to her the sounds she'll make.

The moan against the lips of her feels super nice. When he begins to breach her opening, she tenses, sucking in her lower lip and biting it. Earlier, her first instinct was to push against him and pull his hands away; her mindset had made it more physically uncomfortable than it truly was. But now she's gratuitously soaking, and all of her inner walls are swollen and greedy.

She does jolt a little with a surprisingly effeminate little gasp when he slips his finger the rest of the way in her cunt, but steels herself, huffing through her nostrils as she curls her bony fingers, deliberately rearranging her mindset. She focuses on the feeling, and begins to relax. A hand reaches downwards, encouraging Lauren with a fond stroke across his jaw.

"That feels good," she informs him breathily, for no other reason than to assuage any possible anxieties he might have about it. Her voice is trembling. "It feels so good. It would feel better with your mouth sucking me... The... The stiff bit, right above the slit."

All she can do is ask for more; her need for more is becoming more and more urgent.

He obeys without hesitation, sucking her into his mouth again. He sucks on her again and again, flicking her clit with his tongue in between as he fucks her with his finger. Feeling a bit adventurous he slips another finger inside of her beside the first. She's so wet and warm and unbelievably sexy and he wants to hear her fall apart.

She was stimulated enough with his finger just inside her, but when he begins to fuck her with it, she cries out in pleasured surprise. She never really thought that kind of thing could feel good, but coupled with the stimulation to her clitoris, it's amazing. The second finger almost kind of hurts, since she isn't used to the sensation, but in a way that feels extremely erotic. Her fast breathing hitches every step of the way until she's nearly gasping, and she's clenching hard around Lauren's fingers.

She feels so hot, she could die. Her heart is racing like when she's narrowly escaped great danger, or is greatly exerting herself. She doesn't want the pleasure to stop, but she's honestly a little alarmed by what her body's going through and the escalation of those symptoms.

Her legs lift a little in a tense hike when her orgasm suddenly hits her, tearing wails of his name from her open mouth as she writhes on the desk. Her arms are straight down against her torso, grasping handfuls of his hair. Her damp hair scatters across the open passage of Lauren's found book. The glass around a nearby lantern shatters, as well.

Edited 2017-02-12 08:14 (UTC)

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