Work Text:
Verso groaned in ecstasy as the naked woman atop him took him inside of her, her heat and slick enveloping him in warm, pulsing pleasure. Her heavy breasts bounced as she rode him, her hips moving forward and back, up and down, and driving him insane with need. Her cunt was wet, and tight, and fit his cock so well he felt himself barreling toward orgasm right away. His nerves lit on fire, his heart pounded, he felt his climax building and building and-
Verso woke with a shout, flying upright in his bedroll and panting into the cold night air. His bare chest pricked with cold, his skin covered in layer of sweat. His hand flew under the cover of his sleeping bag to his cock, and was torn between relief at having not cum in his sleep and panic to find he was still fully rigid and throbbing with need.
"Verso?" Maelle's concerned voice, weak with sleep, warbled toward his ears from across their small campsite. To his horror, he realized all of the camp was half awake and staring at him blearily, expressions cast in soft light of the embers of their earlier fire. From Maelle's soft concern to Lune's unimpressed glare, each of the expeditioners' gazes were fixed on him. Even Monoco stared at him from the edge of the clearing where he sat on watch.
Verso blessed the dark of the night for hiding the flush that swept up his neck and flooded his face. "I-I'm fine. Go back to sleep. Just a...a dream," he managed, catching Lune's eyeroll in the dim light before she turned away from him and settled back into her own bed roll.
Maelle seemed to accept his explanation, because she also settled back down quickly, but Verso felt Sciel's steady gaze burning even after the others had turned away. She said nothing, but that quiet contemplation had Verso itching to get out of sight, and so he scooted out of his bag as quietly as possible and swung his cloak over himself pulling it partway closed in front of him. "I'm going to....take a walk," he said by explanation to no one in particular, and then turned to do just that- in the opposite direction of Sciel's bed.
"If you're not back in half an hour, I'm sending Esquie after you," Monoco's rumbling threat followed after Verso as he dipped into the inky darkness of the surrounding woods. He tromped toward where he knew was a small clearing not far from the stream which ran by their camp: Far enough away to be private but close enough he could find his way back, tired and cold, once he was finished.
As soon as he made it to the clearing, Verso dropped his cloak and fell to his knees atop it, hands dipping under his waistband to pull his erection free. Even that small amount of contact made him groan helplessly into the night, and he stroked himself with fervor. Ever since Sciel had pulled him aside, weeks ago now, for some "adventure," he'd been insatiable. She'd awakened in him a lust and willingness to indulge he hadn't felt for years, so carefully had he compartmentalized his existence. He'd veered away from friendships with expeditioners for a reason, and romantic entanglements were even more dangerous to him than friendships.
But he couldn't keep himself from becoming involved with 33, given who was with them. And as soon as he had allowed himself to creak open that guarded door to his heart, Sciel had walked herself right in, lightening the darkest parts of him as by the sun and moon, and drawing something from him he thought he'd never experience again.
And merde, she was so affectionate. Playful, flirtatious, devestatingly arousing when she wanted to be. Kind, calm, and gentle, but powerful and wickedly talented in battle. Verso groaned again and pumped himself harder, thinking of her silhouette in battle, remembering the taste of her on his lips, the sound of her voice in his ear, the feel of her fingers sliding inside of him.
He fluttered his eyes closed with that last thought, quivering with his own remembered need and desperation, the shock of electricity up his spine as she'd touched him in ways no one had in decades.
"Thinking about me, I hope," Sciel's voice, close enough to Verso's ear that his neck lit with goosebumps, sounded softly, and Verso jumped with surprise. "Not that I'd begrudge you fantasizing about Lune - that'd certainly be hypocritical of me," she added wryly, pressing against his back and wrapping her arms loosely about his shoulders. "Monoco would leave me with some questions, though," she added, and kissed the side of his neck softly.
"Merde, Sciel," Verso moaned helplessly, the scent and touch of her making his motions unsteady as he continued fisting himself, there in the open air and plain for her to see.
"I told Monoco not to worry; that I'd bring you back in one piece," she kissed a line along his jaw, her movements pressing her breasts against his bare back and driving him mad. She was in her underclothes: a soft linen shirt that barely disrupted the feel of her skin on his, and quite probably the matching shorts she wore with it. "I figured you wouldn't want Esquie barging in on you like this. Though I'm sure it's happened before."
Verso groaned in pleasure and embarrassed confirmation, his arm beginning to ache but his body refusing to let him finish. Sciel moved a hand to his chest, open palm caressing him from neck down to mid chest and up again. She tweaked a nipple on her path up, and Verso grunted in frustration. She laughed and moved the curtain of his hair to nuzzle behind his ear, planting kisses there. "I like when you're soft and desperate like this," she admitted, and Verso's hand stuttered along his length. She drew her hand back and reached around to gently place it on his forearm, gripping slightly to slow his movements to a stop. He did stop, his hand clenching around his rigid and friction-sore cock, his arm tensed with the effort not to force himself to completion. He let out a shuddering noise that was uncomfortably similar to a whimper. Sciel chuckled. "Let me," she said.
Verso peeled his hand away from himself and set it on his thigh, clenching it into a fist to keep from touching himself, his poor length twitching, aching, and begging for touch. Friction and his pace had driven his heated flesh almost to overstimulation, his own hand bringing just as much discomfort as it did pleasure. He gritted his teeth in frustration, wishing he could just come already and get back to sleep before the others started wondering at their prolonged absence.
Sciel had withdrawn herself once he'd stopped, and was shuffling behind him. When and stepped around him, he realized she'd pulled off the sleep bottoms she always wore and was nude from her waist down. "Is this all right?" she asked as she knelt over him, bracketing her legs on either side of his, the heat of her radiating down onto his swollen cockhead.
"Oh, fuck. Yes, please, yes." he groaned, hands immediately finding their way under the hem of her shirt to rest on the soft skin of her hips, caressing her there and doing his best to let her ever-present calm settle his own trembling.
Sciel leaned forward and planted a kiss on his lips as she sank down onto him, a mirror of his dream but so much better for being real and the woman before him. Her cunt enveloped him, hot and wet and welcoming, soothing his poor abused flesh and drawing a deep and long moan from his lips. "Sciel," he sighed, and she rocked her hips gently - so gently - forward and back, forward and back. He met her movements with gentle thrusts, sliding only an inch or so in and out of her as she moved atop him. He gazed up at her and found her green eyes warm with affection and her cheeks flushed with arousal.
"You feel so good in me, Verso, I can't help but be greedy with you," she said. One of her hands slid up and under her shirt, and squeezed her own breast, sighing in pleasure and clenching just a little around Verso inside of her.
Verso watched through the semi-sheer fabric of her nightshirt as she pinched and soothed her nipple in turns, feeling her cunt slick even further around him as she toyed with herself. He tore his gaze away to seek her other nipple, pebbled through the fabric, for himself, kissing it before cupping his mouth around the swell of her breast and pressing the flat of his tongue against that hard nub, massaging it. Another soft noise escaped her, this time closer to a gasp than a sigh. She sped her motions, rolling her hips atop him, and her fluids dripped down to the base of his cock and onto his sac, sending a shiver through him. He matched her pace, and his cock slid in and out of her so, so easily, wet as she was with her pleasure.
They moved together for several minutes, sighing together as they found pleasure in each other, until the pace was no longer enough for Verso's need. He bucked up a little so she'd rise further onto her knees, allowing him to pull out further and push right back in, fucking her rather than letting her ride him slowly. She acquiesed with a moan, her head rolling back and her body welcoming him in with ease.
Verso had been close to a shivering, miserable release earlier, but now he felt a true orgasm building, heat pooling low in his belly and waves of pleasure growing as he sucked on Sciel's tit, hands changing their soft touch to a harder grip against her hips as he thrust up into her over and over, growing more demanding as his pleasure grew. His heart pounded, the scent of her filled him, the taste of her, feel of her, the sounds of her, all built within him a pressure, aching to burst. His hips bucked into her relentlessly, and she stayed raised in her knees, letting him fuck into her as he chased his orgasm.
"Merde, Sciel," he moaned, a particularly well-angled thrust causing her to cry out and buck atop him, a warm gush of her fluids dribbling down his cock length. "Can I...finish inside of you?" he asked, the need to bury himself in her and fill her with his seed overwhelming his senses for a moment before he gathered himself, and slowed his hips to avoid cumming then and there. The subject had risen before between them, and Sciel always seemed hesitant to discuss it. Verso was uncertain whether the prospect of a pregnancy lost to the gommage or if living long enough to see an unexpected pregnancy through concerned her more, and he didn't have the heart to ask. He wondered about the jagged scar on her belly, too, but was too afraid of driving her away to being it up again.
Sciel hummed and stretched backward, her breasts pressing against her nightshirt and her cunt tightening around him. Verso grunted and pressed his forehead against her stomach, praying for restraint.
"How about on my belly, or my back?" she asked, and Verso nodded in assent, hooded eyes cast down to where he disappeared inside of her. "If you're very sweet, you can do it on my face," she said with a laugh, and Verso groaned.
"Oh, don't tempt me," he begged before straightening up and guiding her body off of his throbbing cock. A thick thread of her pleasure strung from her opening to his cockhead, which glistened in the moonlight, swollen and probably dribbling its own fluids alongside hers.
Sciel settled back on the grass behind her, paying no mind to it as she parted her legs and displayed her wet and swollen cunt to him. Visceral memories of burying his face between her legs and pleasuring that cunt with his lips and tongue flooded back to Verso, and his mouth watered with the thought of licking her clean until she came all over his face again. Instead, he fell forward, catching himself on one forearm to hover over her while his other hand returned to his erection and stroked, slower and gentler than before - eased significantly by Sciel's slick.
"Belly it is," he murmured, and nosed at the base of her stomach, which he kissed gently before nipping at her bellybutton. She hummed and pulled her shirt further upward, revealing an expanse of soft skin and the full length of her scar. He planted a kiss beside it, acknowledging its presence without addressing it directly, and then set to pumping himself in earnest, flicking his eyes up over her breasts, her lips, the curve of her collarbones visible under the shirt. He thought of the feel of her against him, around him, the taste of her body on his lips, the scent of her pleasure, the sound of her laugh.
A desperate sound escaped his lips, and Sciel gripped his face, pulling him upward and meeting him halfway to kiss him deeply, her tongue sliding in against his own and filling his senses with her.
He moaned brokenly into her mouth and bucked into his hand, his pleasure finally peaking and orgasm ripping through him. He spurted long ropes of cum onto Sciel's body, the feel and sight of it staining her beautiful skin wringing more and more from his aching cock until he was spent and exhausted, blessed relief washing through him and turning his muscles into liquid. He collapsed on top of Sciel, his body trembling slightly with the intensity of his orgasm. She patted his back soothingly with one hand, and he became aware suddenly that the other one was between her own legs, pressed between their bodies, rubbing herself off. "I can-" he started, his voice embarrassingly graveled after his climax. She interrupted him with a small noise.
"No, I have the right angle," she said, her voice tight with need, a sign he'd come to learn meant she was close to orgasm. "Just...fuck, play with my tits a little," she said. He obeyed, mustering the energy to lift himself slightly, finding the nipple she'd been fondling earlier and sucking it, hard, into his mouth. She cried out in pleasure and he matched his brutal suction with a hard pinch to her free nipple, eliciting a shout of pleasure this time and an arch of Sciel's back. "Merde, Merde, Merde," she stammered, her hips rolling what little they could, pinned as she was beneath him, and her movements growing frantic.
Verso kept up his sucking and nipping and pinching and rolling as she brought herself closer to climax, until she suddenly released a shattered cry into the night and came, her hips bucking up into him and her body tensing and jerking as her orgasm broke over her.
She panted and moaned against him as she came down from the high, the hand she pulled from between them wet with her pleasure. She found his lips again and they kissed for long minutes, their breath and heartbeats gradually calming together.
Eventually, Sciel broke the kiss, smiling as Verso chased after her lips a moment longer before realizing she was trying to speak. "We should get back," she said, the words unwelcome to his ears, but wise. Verso could feel his cum sticking between them, an unpleasant reminder they had to wash up before returning. And his back, exposed as it was to the night, was covered with goosebumps and a cold he knew would soon become unpleasant.
"It wouldn't be the first time Monoco found me in a compromising position, either," he commented, voice low against Sciel's skin as he kissed her neck sofly. She laughed.
"Regardless, it's cold out here and I'm wet from my thighs down. I'm not looking forward to a dip in the water, but the sooner we do it, the sooner it's done," she said, petting a hand through his hair. Verso was reluctant to let her go, but he eventually drew himself up and off of her, offering a hand as she sat up from the grass and stood, looking a mess with leaves in her hair and cum all over her stomach. He imagined he didn't look much better, ruffled as he had been from his dream, covered in their combined fluids, and his pants in some unknown form of disarray.
He picked up his cloak from the ground and shook out. "I'd like to wash up together, but you have to promise we're just going to wash up, and not end up going another round in the mud," Sciel said.
He smiled and watched her, filled with affection at the little specks of dirt and grass on her back as she bent to retrieve her shorts. "Only if you can promise the same," he retorted. She turned to him, a contemplative look on her face.
"That's fair. Hmm...Maybe we should wash up separately then," she said, tapping a finger against her lips as if in thought. He scoffed unhappily, pulling her against him and placing a hand on her hip.
"I that case, I promise I'll be good. I promise," he said, and smiled when she laughed again.
As Sciel turned toward the stream to wash, hand out reached toward him, Verso pushed his worries about the future, the world, the things he knew must come to pass from his mind and reveled in the warmth, once familiar and long since neglected, that kindled in his heart. He knew it was a bad idea to let that warmth continue on and not stifle it, but he ignored that thought for now, and allowed Sciel to take his hand. He smiled at the feeling that swelled as she pulled him close and walked them toward the water, and knew there was nowhere he would rather be.
End