It's raw, driven, and a little graceless, the way she flexes her hips and rides him roughly into the couch, but she's experienced enough to have good ideas about what she likes and how to do this right. She's a selfish partner, even if it so happens that men tend to benefit from that, and it's evident in the way that she paces herself primarily to chase her own pleasure, and in how she has absolutely no hesitation in directing his free hand to where he can pleasure her.
Candles scattered around the room spark with the first inklings of magic as she takes him, and on a particularly good shove of her own hips, flare to life with tiny flames. A witch with more discretion about keeping her powers to herself might try to prevent something like this from happening, but she simply doesn't care. Like her anger, a shadow of power radiates from her without a single stopper in place to keep it from crackling invisibly in the air around them.
Because the hell if any of that matters right now, when they're wrapped up like this. She gasps and grips his shoulders hard, dark purple nails biting into Mordred's skin and she carries them onward at a breakneck speed.]
[Sex this rough is a rarity, but that means Mordred enjoys the unexpected treat all the more. It's primal in a way sex simply can't be with most others, with shows of her magic popping up around the room as she tears into him. His own power can't be released in ways like this, so to feel hers mingle with his as it pours into him through the places they're connected is incredible. He could tear this whole building down, leave only her room untouched, and grow a forest around them with enough time and connection in this way (he won't, but Goddess is the idea enticing when he thinks about it outside of moments like this).
The selfish drive in how she fucks him doesn't bother him in the least. He reaches between her legs as her hips slam into his, and he grins up at her as he pushes right back against her in an effort to get her to and over the edge as fast as he can. He'll get there one way or another, and he has no doubt he'll finish. After the text foreplay and with her hitting buttons that rarely get the chance to be pressed, Mordred's well on his way there as Madison races toward her own orgasm.
To add to the metaphorical flames, though, he can't help but push on her.] I still-- have stray thoughts. [It's more breathless than he wants the words to be, but if he can voice them, he's made his point. He reaches under her skirt with the hand that had been at her feet and gives her ass a good squeeze.] Harder. I know you-- can do it. [She doesn't need more of a challenge, but she brings out the desire for it. No one else meets him in the ways she can, and he wants to feel it while she takes them to a new height.]
[Now this is something truly special. There's nothing better in her book than when a man has both a good dick and the finesse to use it well, and even though she's in control, Madison's appreciating Mordred's stamina and the way he rushes against her very much. That he also actually knows where to touch a woman to pleasure her helps him stand that much more head and shoulders above the other men on campus that she's thrown into her bed. Every inch of her skin feels like it's thrumming with a mixture of heat and magics, and the more aroused she gets the more intense the loose impression of power radiating off her becomes. Candle flames grow higher and lick wildly in the air in the wake of her influence.
She moans openly when Mordred grips at her rear, and she instantly responds by forcing him back into the couch even harder to give herself a better angle for riding him. She's determined now, with Mordred's pushing only driving her competitive instincts higher. It doesn't matter that her own mind is starting to melt from pleasure and her appreciation is only getting louder and more open. She. will. win.
--Or give it her all, at least. Sparks are climbing up her spine and her thoughts are getting looser and harder to focus on anything except the feeling of everything passing between herself and the sorcerer stretched out beneath her. She doesn't know how much longer she'll be able to make it, but until the moment she comes, she's not letting up.]
[Her efforts aren't wholly unrewarded. Mordred's breaths turn into ragged pants and he gasps out a few curses as he does his best to keep up with her. They're not screams by any stretch, but when he finally gives in to the siren call of his own orgasm, it's with a loud moan of her name and a hard grip at her body. Not enough to hurt her - he's more than practiced enough to avoid anything like that - but hopefully enough to push her over the edge, too.
But while he waits for her, he'll keep enjoying the feeling of her body pressing into his and keep his fingers busy. Madison's lust may not be fully sated when they're done, but at least with all of his effort going into achieving just that, there's a chance he can. If nothing else, they'll have plenty of time for another go or three tonight to get her there.]
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Date: 2021-03-06 06:31 am (UTC)It's raw, driven, and a little graceless, the way she flexes her hips and rides him roughly into the couch, but she's experienced enough to have good ideas about what she likes and how to do this right. She's a selfish partner, even if it so happens that men tend to benefit from that, and it's evident in the way that she paces herself primarily to chase her own pleasure, and in how she has absolutely no hesitation in directing his free hand to where he can pleasure her.
Candles scattered around the room spark with the first inklings of magic as she takes him, and on a particularly good shove of her own hips, flare to life with tiny flames. A witch with more discretion about keeping her powers to herself might try to prevent something like this from happening, but she simply doesn't care. Like her anger, a shadow of power radiates from her without a single stopper in place to keep it from crackling invisibly in the air around them.
Because the hell if any of that matters right now, when they're wrapped up like this. She gasps and grips his shoulders hard, dark purple nails biting into Mordred's skin and she carries them onward at a breakneck speed.]
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Date: 2021-03-06 06:56 am (UTC)The selfish drive in how she fucks him doesn't bother him in the least. He reaches between her legs as her hips slam into his, and he grins up at her as he pushes right back against her in an effort to get her to and over the edge as fast as he can. He'll get there one way or another, and he has no doubt he'll finish. After the text foreplay and with her hitting buttons that rarely get the chance to be pressed, Mordred's well on his way there as Madison races toward her own orgasm.
To add to the metaphorical flames, though, he can't help but push on her.] I still-- have stray thoughts. [It's more breathless than he wants the words to be, but if he can voice them, he's made his point. He reaches under her skirt with the hand that had been at her feet and gives her ass a good squeeze.] Harder. I know you-- can do it. [She doesn't need more of a challenge, but she brings out the desire for it. No one else meets him in the ways she can, and he wants to feel it while she takes them to a new height.]
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Date: 2021-03-06 07:32 am (UTC)She moans openly when Mordred grips at her rear, and she instantly responds by forcing him back into the couch even harder to give herself a better angle for riding him. She's determined now, with Mordred's pushing only driving her competitive instincts higher. It doesn't matter that her own mind is starting to melt from pleasure and her appreciation is only getting louder and more open. She. will. win.
--Or give it her all, at least. Sparks are climbing up her spine and her thoughts are getting looser and harder to focus on anything except the feeling of everything passing between herself and the sorcerer stretched out beneath her. She doesn't know how much longer she'll be able to make it, but until the moment she comes, she's not letting up.]
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Date: 2021-03-06 08:48 pm (UTC)But while he waits for her, he'll keep enjoying the feeling of her body pressing into his and keep his fingers busy. Madison's lust may not be fully sated when they're done, but at least with all of his effort going into achieving just that, there's a chance he can. If nothing else, they'll have plenty of time for another go or three tonight to get her there.]