Night Sky slowed her bouncing, landing in his lap as he came, the flood of warmth making her moan and twitch around his pulsing cock. She sighed, settling there with her fingers still rolling over her clit for a few seconds longer.
Soon enough she was moving again, letting his softening cock slip free of her so she could shimmy up and hover over his face. Hopefully he wouldn't mind a little taste of himself. "Mouth open, baby."
Finnick obeys with a moan; it's obvious that even if he wasn't mind-controlled he would do this without hesitation. He opens his mouth widely and licks up into Night Sky, tasting a mixture of her juices, her sweat, and his own come. He arches his back to press himself into her as much as possible, performing the tricks he already knows she likes best. He lets out another groan as he sucks on her clit, flicking his tongue over it.
He didn't need to arch much, not with how Night Sky pressed herself down into his face, spreading slickness across his nose and chin and lips, already so close to climax it would not take much to push her over the edge.
"Hah... baby, I hope that ass is ready for me next." She warned as her body shook, thighs pressed hard against his temples as she peaked.
He moans again as her thighs shake around him, enjoying her climax probably almost as much as she is. He continues to lick at her gently through it, then looking up at her with lidded, dazed eyes and nodding. Yes, his ass basically belongs to her at this point. Anyone else will have to get in line.
Night Sky sighed and lingered for a few seconds longer before she finally rolled off him, settling beside him for a moment to catch her breath. By now, her voice had returned to normal; her eyes that bright green. She leaned down to kiss him.
"Tied up still?" She figured yes, but she may as well ask, pushing on his shoulder to roll him onto his stomach.
"Mmm... Yeah." Getting railed with his face pressed into the mattress sounds great. He kisses her back and rolls over, struggling to get his knees under him without using his arms.
Despite domming him stupid all night, Night Sky took a moment to help him adjust, a pillow shoved under his hips to keep them elevated, bindings tested to assure they hadn't shifted uncomfortably. Only once she was sure he was settled did she grab her strap and the accompanying toy — smaller this time around, mercifully.
She slotted it into place, buckled herself in, and took up position behind him, the still vibrating toy finally shut off and grasped so she could slowly remove it. "Oh, deep breath, baby." She warned as she pulled it free and set it aside to be dealt with later. Her fingers, nice and lubed, pressed into the nicely stretched hole. "Try not to pass out on me, sweetness. I want to hear you moan for me."
He waits and relaxes as she gets everything ready, noting the way she's still looking out to make sure he's comfortable, thinking again how lucky he is to have someone like her.
He takes a deep breath as she instructs him to, exhaling a little noise as the toy is finally pulled out. It feels strange and empty after so many hours of having it in, but soon her fingers take its place. As if on cue, he moans. The vibration was good, but after so long began to tire his nerves, and the new sensation is nice.
"I won't, baby, I want you to come again..." He wants her to come as many times as possible. He'll be good and breathe and take it. It's the least he can do.
"Always thinking of me, aren't you?" She mused. Funny how they thought the same thing about each other at the same time — how lucky she was to have him. She could only hope he knew how much she truly adored him and hoped all of this was just as fun for him as it was for her.
Night Sky worked him with her fingers for a few seconds, urging more of those sounds from him before she pulled back. Less prep needed tonight, thanks to that toy. She did not make him wait much longer; lined up with that lubed toy pressed to his hole, body hunched over his with her palms pressed besides Finnick's head. She eased the toy in slow, letting it stretch him open for her. "Gods, baby, you feel so good."
Yes, very funny, because he's also hoping she's having just as much fun as he is. He's living the fucking dream.
"Always."
It's true. She's crawled into his heart and made herself at home there. She's often on his mind, even when they're apart or with other partners. She's not just his lover, she's one of his best friends.
He exhales a soft groan as she pushes into him, whimpering slightly as he arches his back so his hips come up into her more.
Rare were those that could truly match her freak and desperate need for affection like Finnick did. So it went without saying that she was having the time of her life; glad that he was there to indulge her in so many ways. Night Sky always fell quickly — but not quite like this. He was special.
And he was hers.
The dryad chuckled softly and leaned down to kiss the nape of his neck, still slowly pressing in until she bottomed out inside him. "Don't worry, pretty baby. I will." She just wanted to enjoy the tight warmth around the fake cock first, a moan exhaled on the back of a warm breath. Night Sky pulled back and then jerked forward, starting slow with her thrusts and working herself up to a quicker, harder pace only once she was sure he could take it.
His gut churns with heat again at her promise. Her voice is so sexy... She just does something to him.
He moans and mewls as she starts to fuck him in earnest, sounding objectively pretty pathetic, but not caring. His head starts to swim with the euphoric sensations. He's thankful it will take him a while to come now so that she can take her time and have her fun.
Pathetic to him, maybe, but so terribly arousing to her. Night Sky kissed along his neck, nipped just above his collar and then catch the lobe of his ear between her teeth, every hot moan exhaled into his ear. Her position made it hard to fuck him as hard and fast as she wanted; leaving her to rut into him, but she so desperately want to lavish him in attention at the same time. Besides — there was no rush.
Balancing on one hand, she slid the other up to brush through his hair. "Such a pretty little slut for me." She purred. "Can't get enough, can you."
It's really something else, being kissed and smothered with affection while being fucked. He hasn't had much sex in his life that was actually tender or intimate, most of it just a means to an end. But now that he has partners like Night Sky, sex is different. He actually feels loved and valued all the way through the act. Sometimes it makes him tear up a little. Now is one of those times, as it suddenly seems to overwhelm him how much he cares for her and feels cared for. He wishes he could return her affections, hold and kiss her, but he's not in a position for that at the moment.
He's likely also feeling a bit vulnerable from how long they've been at this, how intense and sexual today has been. Perhaps he needed a break at some point and didn't realize, or forgot to ask for it, and now his emotions are going into overdrive a little from all the stimulation over so many hours.
All this to say, he's crying a little into the mattress, but he doesn't want to stop, necessarily.
"I love you," he murmurs, his voice thick and wavering.
Night Sky was close enough, still peppering kisses where she could reach on his cheeks and neck and along the shell of his ear. She could hear the wobbliness in his voice even through her own haze of lust, and paused when she realized what was happening.
"I love you too." She was quick to say, brushing some of his hair back from his forehead. The toy still buried inside him stilled for the moment, the heat overwhelming but briefly ignored. "Hey. Baby." She murmured and kissed under his eye. "You okay? Do I need to stop?"
Night Sky pulled back and out of him entirely; offering him a brief reprieve while she untied his arms, the rope set off to the side. Before she flipped him onto his back, she took a few seconds to knead into arms and shoulders. "Ready?" And if he was, she would carefully roll him over, leaning down to kiss his forehead.
He huffs out an exhale as she pulls out, flexing his now-freed hands and wrists, slowly straightening his arms. Her hands help to work out the stiffness, and he gives a small "mhm" before she turns him over. Immediately, he reaches up and wraps arms around her, kissing her lips deeply. He wants to be close.
She didn't hesitate to lean into that kiss, head tilted to deepen it with a lazy loll of her tongue into his mouth. Night Sky slipped her arms under and around him, pressing as close as she could; the still slick toy grinding into his thigh and making her moan with the magical sensation pulsing through to her core.
Her moan turns him on again, and his hands press into her, his real hand tangling into the curls at the back of her head. His mouth stays open for her, and he lifts his knees up toward his chest to give her access again.
"Keep going, baby..." He still wants her to get off again, just less like he's being used and more like that mythical 'making love' he's heard rumors about.
"Mm?" She sounded... confused, her brain hazy with lust and wanting only to taste him. Oh right. She had a strap on and was, to be completely honest, already close to coming again. Night Sky laughed softly and leaned down to brush her lips against his jaw. "Sorry, baby. Got caught up in the taste of you."
After a moment she readjusted, making sure she was properly slick enough before she eased the phallus back into him, sinking in easily with another sigh of pleasure. Finnick now had a front row seat to see every furrow of her brows and tremble of her lips a she slowly started to thrust again.
He laughs softly at her forgetting that they were even fucking. He hums as she enters him again, continuing to kiss her open-mouthed so she could taste more of him. He hooks his legs around her, crossing them at the ankles around her waist.
Night Sky moved slow so she did not hinder that kiss, tongue eagerly dipping into his mouth again; moans muffled between them. She smoothed a hand down his thigh, gripping his ass and playfully squeezing, pulling him close each time she hilted inside him. It was a solid few minutes before she pulled back from that kiss to nose into his neck again, lips pressed to his shoulder.
"Mm. Close." She grunted against his skin, rutting into him a little more insistently. If her cock were real, it would no doubt be twitching in the tight confines of his ass. Instead, she just shuddered when her climax finally hit, the pleasure rippling through her in waves, her teeth sinking into his neck to suck a tiny bruise into his skin. And when she was done, she did not pull out while she lapped at the mark she left behind on him, humming her approval of... everything.
Finnick just relaxes into her, soft moans and hums rumbling through his chest as she takes what she likes from him. It feels good, and it seems there's no risk of him coming too soon, so he just enjoys the intimate moment, her skin on his. He holds her securely as she comes, moaning and hissing slightly at the bite, then pulls her close on top of him so she can relax. He kisses her forehead.
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Soon enough she was moving again, letting his softening cock slip free of her so she could shimmy up and hover over his face. Hopefully he wouldn't mind a little taste of himself. "Mouth open, baby."
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"Hah... baby, I hope that ass is ready for me next." She warned as her body shook, thighs pressed hard against his temples as she peaked.
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"Tied up still?" She figured yes, but she may as well ask, pushing on his shoulder to roll him onto his stomach.
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She slotted it into place, buckled herself in, and took up position behind him, the still vibrating toy finally shut off and grasped so she could slowly remove it. "Oh, deep breath, baby." She warned as she pulled it free and set it aside to be dealt with later. Her fingers, nice and lubed, pressed into the nicely stretched hole. "Try not to pass out on me, sweetness. I want to hear you moan for me."
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He takes a deep breath as she instructs him to, exhaling a little noise as the toy is finally pulled out. It feels strange and empty after so many hours of having it in, but soon her fingers take its place. As if on cue, he moans. The vibration was good, but after so long began to tire his nerves, and the new sensation is nice.
"I won't, baby, I want you to come again..." He wants her to come as many times as possible. He'll be good and breathe and take it. It's the least he can do.
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Night Sky worked him with her fingers for a few seconds, urging more of those sounds from him before she pulled back. Less prep needed tonight, thanks to that toy. She did not make him wait much longer; lined up with that lubed toy pressed to his hole, body hunched over his with her palms pressed besides Finnick's head. She eased the toy in slow, letting it stretch him open for her. "Gods, baby, you feel so good."
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"Always."
It's true. She's crawled into his heart and made herself at home there. She's often on his mind, even when they're apart or with other partners. She's not just his lover, she's one of his best friends.
He exhales a soft groan as she pushes into him, whimpering slightly as he arches his back so his hips come up into her more.
"Oh, fuck me, please," he murmurs.
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And he was hers.
The dryad chuckled softly and leaned down to kiss the nape of his neck, still slowly pressing in until she bottomed out inside him. "Don't worry, pretty baby. I will." She just wanted to enjoy the tight warmth around the fake cock first, a moan exhaled on the back of a warm breath. Night Sky pulled back and then jerked forward, starting slow with her thrusts and working herself up to a quicker, harder pace only once she was sure he could take it.
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He moans and mewls as she starts to fuck him in earnest, sounding objectively pretty pathetic, but not caring. His head starts to swim with the euphoric sensations. He's thankful it will take him a while to come now so that she can take her time and have her fun.
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Balancing on one hand, she slid the other up to brush through his hair. "Such a pretty little slut for me." She purred. "Can't get enough, can you."
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He's likely also feeling a bit vulnerable from how long they've been at this, how intense and sexual today has been. Perhaps he needed a break at some point and didn't realize, or forgot to ask for it, and now his emotions are going into overdrive a little from all the stimulation over so many hours.
All this to say, he's crying a little into the mattress, but he doesn't want to stop, necessarily.
"I love you," he murmurs, his voice thick and wavering.
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"I love you too." She was quick to say, brushing some of his hair back from his forehead. The toy still buried inside him stilled for the moment, the heat overwhelming but briefly ignored. "Hey. Baby." She murmured and kissed under his eye. "You okay? Do I need to stop?"
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"Just... Can you untie me? And flip me? I wanna hold you." He's still very much in sub space, his request small and pleading.
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Night Sky pulled back and out of him entirely; offering him a brief reprieve while she untied his arms, the rope set off to the side. Before she flipped him onto his back, she took a few seconds to knead into arms and shoulders. "Ready?" And if he was, she would carefully roll him over, leaning down to kiss his forehead.
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"Keep going, baby..." He still wants her to get off again, just less like he's being used and more like that mythical 'making love' he's heard rumors about.
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After a moment she readjusted, making sure she was properly slick enough before she eased the phallus back into him, sinking in easily with another sigh of pleasure. Finnick now had a front row seat to see every furrow of her brows and tremble of her lips a she slowly started to thrust again.
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"Mm. Close." She grunted against his skin, rutting into him a little more insistently. If her cock were real, it would no doubt be twitching in the tight confines of his ass. Instead, she just shuddered when her climax finally hit, the pleasure rippling through her in waves, her teeth sinking into his neck to suck a tiny bruise into his skin. And when she was done, she did not pull out while she lapped at the mark she left behind on him, humming her approval of... everything.
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"I love you so much, sweetheart," he whispers.
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"I love you too, sweet thing. More than words can express." She murmured in reply.
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