the Tale of Sir Isaac

lycanthropelahey:

iamthefirechild:

She couldn’t get enough of him. They’d been apart for only a few months, after knowing each other only a few weeks, and all she wanted was to lock herself away with him forever. (Possibly the fact that he’d apparently still been listening to his fellow knights even while they were parted had something to do with this.)

She had no idea how long he teased, licked, kissed and stroked her to completion — it could have been hours or merely minutes. He left her gasping, helpless in his hands, wrung out with desire. She managed to say, at one point, raggedly, “I meant to be doing this to you,” before he silenced her again.

And at one point there was a brief commotion outside the door — it sounded rather like someone officious looking for them, and being pointedly prevented by a guard. There was some muffled swearing involved.

Although they had only been apart for a few months, it had felt like a lifetime to Issac, and he was determined to learn her body all over again and make her fall apart with pleasure, as if it was their first time once more. He knew that he could spend hours like this with her, being intimate together and curling around one another, completely vulnerable and at each with one another.

Tilting his head slightly to listen to her stammered protests, he smiled against her and continued to lick her out for a while longer, making her fall apart once again and he kissed her there as he waited for her to come down from her high. 

He lay there afterwards, head pillowed on her thigh as he tried to catch his breath, listening to the muffled chaos on the other side of the door. He hoped that whoever was so desperate to see them could wait, for if they entered now they would see the Princess and her lover bare and in the midst of love-making, and that was something that Isaac only ever wanted to share with Summer.

Whomever it was, they went away shortly after, and there was silence from without again. Summer lifted a shaking hand and stroked Isaac’s hair, body occasionally twitching with aftershock. “Shall we do this forever, while the guards turn away everyone?” she whispered, laughing a little. “Even you must become bored of me eventually.”

She pushed the hood back again to stare at him, embarrassment tinting her cheeks. Then she flung herself at him in a huge hug, radiating gratitude overwhelmingly.

ripyourthroatoutwithmyteeth:

iamthefirechild:

ripyourthroatoutwithmyteeth:

Derek was  a little startled at the sudden hug and rush of emotion, though he caught her and tentatively patted her back soothingly, still a tad bit stunned at the force of her gratitude but glad he could help and make someone feel so thankful.

She tried again, brows drawing down, as her fingers tapped at her throat. When nothing came out again, she slumped into the pillow, heedless of the fact that she was still half draped over Isaac. After a moment she flopped over into Derek’s chest, staring up with a woebegone expression.

Derek watched but nothing else came out. He let her flop onto him, Isaac scooted up behind her and one hand gently on her shoulder. “Hey, it’s okay,” he assured, one hand stroking her hair gently. “It happened once. Maybe it’ll come back again.”

She put her hands up to her face and blew a raspberry, one of the few noises she could still make easily. She didn’t even know why she couldn’t speak, just that any sound involving her vocal cords just … didn’t happen.

Just to be really irritating, because she was put out by the way her good morning mood had been ruined, she blew a raspberry on Isaac’s back, and then Derek’s stomach. Then she flounced out of the bed.

Auction [just for stupid]

ripyourthroatoutwithmyteeth:

iamthefirechild:

ripyourthroatoutwithmyteeth:

Send “Auction” for your muse buying mine as their slave

Derek snarled lowly but kept his head down as he was transferred to the person that bought him, seeing a small female form before him now.

“You’re free.”

Spring didn’t adorn it, or soften it, merely laying the statement out baldly. “All that’s left is giving you the papers. Summer went to fetch them.” She swung her legs a bit, still watching him closely.

“We hoped you might want to stay.” It’s an odd quirk of speech they all have, saying ‘we’ where most people would use singular pronouns. “Your name has power, among the preternatural.”

Derek didn’t know what to say. To any of that. It didn’t make sense. “I don’t … have any means of living.” he said almost too quietly, a new fear creeping in on him. He’d heard of bought slaves being released because they weren’t good enough. They starved out on the streets, trying to scrape by on any goodwill. They didn’t usually make it. 

A quiet tap of footsteps heralded Summer’s return. “Yes, you do,” she said, offering him a folder. “You have a pension. Every slave we free draws a pension. You can take it and go, if you like, or you can stay and work for it. I do still need a bodyguard.”