I was completely gone already, but… the outside one was the best.
Llewellyn cleaned us up and kept me going until he was ready to go again. Then he dragged me outside and fucked my mouth right in the middle of the street, before taking me against the same window I had been looking out from, pressing my face there so I could look in. The glass fogged around my breath.
I was so hot everywhere that the cold glass was almost a shock.
"Let me turn around," I moaned, panting. I wanted to kiss him.
"Why would I?" Llewellyn said, playfully nibbling at my earlobe. "You haven't even said please."
Oh. Fuck. He thrust in deeper.
"Well?" he said in my ear, when I just let out a noise. "I'm waiting."
I made another incoherent noise. The glass was getting slicker and slicker with sweat under me.
"Still no please?" Llewellyn said, sounding amused even through the strain. "That's fine. I can keep you here until you feel like saying it."
Fucking hell. I pressed my forehead against the window, shuddering.
"Please," I managed, garbled.
Llewellyn thrust in again and for a moment I thought he still wouldn't let me, but… he did, turning me around and pushing back in again, squishing me against the glass as he kissed me hard. I groaned and let him, trying to kiss back as I panted.
Looked like his restraint was slipping more and more too, which was perfect.
"Has the effect diminished?" Llewellyn asked, biting down on my lower lip.
"No," I gasped, arching up.
"Looks like I'll just have to keep having my way with you then," he said—and I came again.
Fuck.
My legs buckled—which just made me impale myself on him harder, hitting the same spot again. I shuddered, tipping forward, and another wave of pleasure rushed through me again.
I could barely stand up. It was incredible.
"I'm in favor of this plan," I said.
Llewellyn pushed me back against the glass and licked into my mouth again, cupping my head, and pulled me into another filthy kiss.
"Against the counter next?" I panted into his mouth.
Llewellyn let out a noise.
"And I want another drink. Wine is good. Whiskey, too. Vodka maybe."
"You're only getting water after this," Llewellyn panted.
"I don't think I will," I said—and Llewellyn snapped forward, hard.
A second later, he pulled out the rope again, tossing it in the air. This time my wrists ended up tied up above my head, as if the rope was descending from above.
"Why are you so reckless," Llewellyn said, rough, biting down on my throat and playing with a nipple, still thrusting in.
Fucking hell.
"Look who's—ah—talking!" I said.
Llewellyn twisted my nipple and I came again.
***
"Told you it was too much," Llewellyn said much later, while I was collapsed on the sofa, bitten and bruised everywhere, still shuddering.
"Wasn't," I said. "Isn't."
We'd done the counter (he did use a bottle after I begged for it—it'd been perfect), the back of the armchair, the floor again, the grand piano in the corner, before I'd collapsed on the sofa.
But I wanted more.
I pulled myself back a bit so I could position myself properly and pulled Llewellyn closer by the back of his thigh, opening my mouth.
"One more time," I said.
Llewellyn cursed. He clenched his fingers in my hair, making me moan, and slid all the way in again.
He pulled me off and I whined, trying to lean back in, but his hold kept me there.
His thumb traced my lower lip. I opened wider, and he slipped his fingers in, playing with my tongue, before taking them out, lining himself up again and sliding back in with one smooth thrust.
I made a noise around him that had his hips jerking forward and my eyes rolled back.
I couldn't get enough. Even with everything aching and my throat raw, I just wanted him to keep going. My hands gripped his thighs, pulling him deeper, and the noise he made went straight through me.
When he tightened his grip and pushed in more, forcing my head to stay there so he could fuck my throat, I came again, untouched.
Fuck. That aphrodisiac was great. We should do this again.
***
I woke up the next morning in Llewellyn's bed, pulled flush against him, his front to my back, his breath warm over my throat. Birds chirped outside.
"…"
None of this was doing anything to quell the dawning realization of just how much I liked him.
Paired with the insanity of the previous night, it made a wave of heat roll through me, my head spinning.
The aphrodisiac had mostly worn off, but I still had jolts going through me.
…And now this.
I swallowed.
I really just wanted to lie here and make out and let him do whatever he wanted.
After the last time on the sofa, we'd both taken a Divine Restoration Draught which should have brought us almost back to normal by now, so I wasn't surprised to feel something against my thigh.
Should I just take it in my mouth again?
"Don't tell me you're still high," Llewellyn said against my ear, moving down to sink his teeth in my throat.
…Uh. I shuddered.
The Divine Restoration Draught must have removed all my marks, so his behavior only made sense. I tipped my head more, giving him more access, and Llewellyn hummed and complied, biting and sucking.
Well, that was perfect. I wanted him to keep going.
"Is that a problem if I am?" I asked. "You're hard."
Llewellyn groaned. "I'm not moving another muscle. I'll remind you that I did nottake any aphrodisiacs last night." He turned me around and pulled me into a kiss. When he moved back, he looked at me with half-lidded eyes. "So if you want more you'll have to take it yourself."
Uh. Damn.
I mean, I wouldn't normally… I liked it when he took control. And when he held me down. But.
"Alright," I said, voice rough, moving to straddle him properly, hands braced against his chest for balance. "Then we shower and have breakfast."
"Deal," Llewellyn said, hands landing on my hips as I positioned myself and slid down slowly.
We both groaned.
I'd barely started moving when Llewellyn's grip on my hips tightened, fingers digging in.
"Slower," he said, hands forcing me to match the rhythm he wanted.
"Thought you weren't—" I started, but he pulled me down harder, cutting off whatever I was going to say.
"I said I wouldn't move," Llewellyn said, voice rough, pulling me down for a kiss. "Didn't say I'd let you do whatever you want."
Fucking hell.
"I kept up with your pacing last night," Llewellyn said. "Now you keep up with mine. Unless you can't deal with it?" He raised an eyebrow.
Uh. To be honest, after he'd been so active all night, pursuing me and restraining me, watching him be so lazy and satisfied now was just—
He parted my thighs more, pulling me down harder, and I groaned.
"Llewellyn—"
"No," he said.
I braced my hands against his chest, panting, trying to steady myself.
Every time I tried to speed up, his grip would tighten, dragging out every single one of my movements until I was trembling from the effort of holding back. One of his hands left my hip to thread through my hair, yanking to make me arch back.
The angle changed drastically and I almost lost it.
"Keep going," he said. "Exactly like this."
I felt hot everywhere.
I liked it that he was taking what he wanted. He should really do that more. You only live once and I was more than willing to let him, so he should really go for it whenever he—
Fuck.
"You're babbling," Llewellyn said.
"You try not to when you're—"
Llewellyn's hand closed around me. Fuck fuck.
"Llewellyn—" I said again.
"Still no," Llewellyn said, playing with my nipple and speeding his hand up a bit.
I groaned.
The forced pace was killing me. Every drag felt endless.
My hips jerked involuntarily and Llewellyn pulled me down again.
"Did I say you could speed up?" he asked, tightening his grip on my hip to slow me back down. "You had your fun last night. Three shots worth, if I recall."
His hand stilled completely and I let out a whine.
"Keep moving," he said. "Same pace."
Instead of answering, I clenched around him and watched his composure crack for a second, his hips pushing up slightly.
"Thought you weren't moving," I said.
His eyes narrowed. Both hands went to my hips, and he pushed me down again, hard, hitting the spot inside me dead on.
My eyes rolled back in my head and he did it again.
I leaned down, panting, and kissed him.
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After a… uh… much quicker go in the shower and a still charged breakfast preceded by a languid make out session against the counter because we had no energy for anything else, I teleported home before I could jump him again.
How were we supposed to get anything done from now on?
As far as I was concerned, I was ready to be held captive in his Core Partition and be fed aphrodisiac shots and Restoration Draught on a loop for the foreseeable future. I really had no desire to learn, or work, or fight, or anything else.
"…"
I rubbed my face.
I mean, there might be something wrong with me, but… I didn't care, so.
It felt too good.
If Llewellyn didn't want to, he could stop me or kick me out any time. And if he did want to—that was no one else's business.
I wondered where he might want to do it next. There was a whole city after all, he must have ideas.
"…"
Better not think about it.
Well.
How was I supposed to go back to mundane stuff now?!
I had to work tonight, so maybe I should get the Core Partition out of the way as soon as possible.
Besides, it'd just occurred to me…
Last time, I had read that "Blood-infused Elemental combinations" were among advanced Blood Magic techniques. I'd excluded that method because I could only use Water, but… I had Penguin!
How had we never trained for Elemental reactions together until now?!