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[crown_me]

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[druidofthegoddess]

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You ready for me?

[Mordred's at her door exactly 26 minutes after their last set of text messages. As requested, he's wearing her crotchless black panties - around his neck so she can see through the peephole in her door. The druid grins as he stands back to let her get a full view of him; His shirt open, panties around his neck, vodka in one hand and cigarettes in the other. His grin widens as he focuses his eyes on where he knows she's looking out from the other side of the door.]

If you ask nicely, I'll let you see a tattoo before I come in, too.

[crown_me]

[She could let him stand in the hall for a little while just because she can, but 25 minutes of flicking through some older nudes means that horniness is currently overtaking her appetite for superfluous social domination.]

I don't ask nicely. It's kind of my whole thing. [She opens the door wide with a burst of telekinetic magic and smirks at him.] Get in here, bitch. [Grabbing him by the open panels of his shirt, she lugs him inside--

--and as soon as she can find an acceptable chair, couch, or even an ottoman if it's close enough, she's going to marshal him down onto it.] Drinks, or should I fuck you into oblivion first?

[druidofthegoddess]

[He does enjoy her bluntness and the ruthless way she reaches for what she wants. Grinning, he flumps down onto the couch and sets aside the cigarettes and vodka so she can have his full attention.]

Sex first. Waiting is for amateurs and indecisive people. [Mordred moves them forward by encouraging her closer with a small tug with one hand and opening the fly on his jeans with the other.] Fuck away. You know we both want it.

[crown_me]

[Her smirk widens into a wolfish grin, and she steps her way over him to sit herself over his lap, pressing him into the back of the couch with a hand. No panties (she'd be wearing the ones around his neck, if she didn't leave them in Mordred's room in the first place) and she's not exactly going out of her way for a condom, but she did have some time to prepare.

Thank Satan for magical birth control. The pill is a pain in the ass.

As rude as she can be to him, she does like Mordred. He's open-minded, knows how to spoil her, and very best of all, he has power. So she won't be overly impatient with waiting for him to get hard enough so she can fuck him exactly how she wants to. As soon as his cock's free, she wraps her hand greedily around it and starts building him up.]

Do you like my heels? [They're dangerously tall, black, hyper-stylized, and elevate her 5'2'' stature to a full 5'8''. She smirks.] I put them on special.

[druidofthegoddess]

[Knowing her as much as she does, he's not worried about reaching for any sort of protection. If something were to come of their sex, they're both enough to deal with it. But that's far from his mind as she takes his cock in hand. No, his focus is on her and this moment entirely, and he groans appreciatively as she moves them forward at this breakneck speed.]

They're magnificent, [he tells her. True, he'd barely had time to notice them as she stalked over him on her way to the couch, but it's impossible to miss the way she grew half a foot. He likes her the way she is, but those heels say "Look at me" in a way he very much appreciates. He groans again at a particular squeeze to his cock, then spares a moment to wrap one arm around her hips so he smooth a hand down one of her legs to those heels.] I'd say they were magical if I didn't already know the power you have. They definitely project even more power, though.

[Goddess, he's not nearly as smooth as he wants to be when she's got him this worked up. He's grateful he doesn't have to be in charge right now, because she's offering so much for him to appreciate. This is going to be good, he can already tell.]

[crown_me]

[The tiny flicker of the girly part of her that's buried beneath all of the rage, demands, aggressive self-assurance and destruction likes getting flattering attention from boys, and Mordred's hitting all the right notes right now.]

That's the idea. [She's smirking at him, reveling in the power she has right now as she starts melting his brain with her hands and body-- and then suddenly, thank fucking Satan, he's ready.]

Guess you really are into them. [Duly noted.] You're stiff as a rock, [she says approvingly. Which, you know, awesome, because she really wants it to be her turn for sex now. Sitting up a little, she tosses her long hair over her shoulder with one hand and lines him up against her with the other.]

Try not to scream too loudly. [She takes him inside in a rush, and the breath the feeling steals from her lungs takes a great deal of the self-satisfied power out of her next words. They strain their way out of her as she bites down on a gasp.] --But if you do, I'll understand.

[druidofthegoddess]

[Mordred, on the other hand, is more than happy to let his appreciation for all of Madison's fine work out. He moans as he grips at her, one hand at her hip and the other around one of her feet, and then grins up at her as her words settle in his ears. There's precious little he can do from here, but he'll happily offer the hand near her torso to anything she's looking for. If she's going to fuck him this well within minutes of him stepping inside her space, he's going to offer the same courtesy in return.]

You'll have to work harder for the scream. [It's a thing he never does, so he'll be impressed if she ever manages. They'll have plenty of future encounters to get there, of course, and for now he's going to enjoy being towered over by this petite and powerful woman.] Give me all you got. I want to lose track of everything for a while.

[And then, later, he wants his turn to do the same to her. But that's later, after he enjoys every second of whatever she offers up.]

[crown_me]

[A challenge. Yes, she'll be trying for that now.

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.]

[druidofthegoddess]

[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.]

[crown_me]

[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.]

[druidofthegoddess]

[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.]