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He was staring you down intensely, as if you were his kill of the day. Ready to be eaten and preyed upon. A kind of thrill he’d never forget.
It felt relaxingly warm compared to the harsh, bitter winds surrounding the site. Although your eyes were closed, you could still sense the breeze constantly blowing along the jagged rock. All that could be heard were the whispers of the snow, drowned out by the pleasure filled groans and burning crackles nearby.
Your insides were all hot from the friction and arousal, him moving ever so lovingly through you. This hardly felt like anything science related to you. You didn’t mind though, it felt amazing to finally act out your desires. The way his pale, reflective hair floated with each movement, his soft touch, the little pants in his breath, everything about it was so enchanting, you couldn’t seem to tear your eyes off him. Nor could he take his gaze off you.
He gently pressed a finger to your tip, and you winced at the contact. His hand started at a slow pace, helping you get accustomed to the feeling. Every stroke seemed to send millions of pleasant shockwaves to your brain, causing the reaction of a few moans to leave your lips. His other hand, wrapped around your waist, held you up as you let your head fall back, soaking in every moment of stimulation. The way his eyes poured into yours, flowing with vibrant shades of aqua and crystal blue further strengthened your attraction.
Your hands gripped the table you were spread upon, the rough finish callusing your palms as his pace sped up. It felt like everything was pulsating from inside you. The snow- tipped trees and freezing winds all seemed to disappear and fade into a blur, your focus completely on him. You could almost feel the warmth of his body along yours, and your mind emptied as you engaged in his stare. Normally, his expressions are dull and difficult to read, but now, you could see the lust in his eyes, the flush of his cheeks, his slight smile ever so sweet. Without a second thought, you locked into a kiss, fueled by emotion and longing. You didn’t care that no one knew where you were, it was probably for the better. You melted into his hands as your torso and legs numbed, reaching a point of almost overwhelming euphoria. He pulled away from the kiss and leaned into your ear, his voice soft and gentle.
«Go ahead. This *is* for you, you know.»
That was the cherry on top, and almost as if on command, you flowed out onto his hand. The moan that left your mouth was loud and passionate, and he set a warm stream of sticky fluid into your cave. Riding out the peak, the pace slowly came to a stop. The release of so much tension and pleasure formed a strong wave of drowsiness, and you passed out on the table.
All he could do was admire you, the prolonged exhaustion of pleasure evident from his experiment. Careful to clean you up a bit, he gently took you off the cold table and wrapped you in a woven blanket, forged on a simple Dragonspine evening. If not the thickness of the yarn, the delicate effort put into the cloth would be enough to warm you up. You lay on the cot in the corner, at peace, and your mind full of soft fantasies. What a night, a perfect experience for such an anticipated moment.