On a Night with no Moon (Lani Bliv, Mature)

Her lips parted without protest as her hands gripped his shoulders, the distraction leading to a bit more instability that she quickly regained control of, directing the energy to other talents. The lightning faded from her hands, though the wavelength energy did not, and she pressed herself flush against him, even closer than she had with the robbers.

He roughly held her close, kissing her with an unfamiliar passion. His wavelength flowed through them both, mixing with her own and creating a discordant harmony.

Her lips parted even further and she slipped her tongue passed, trailing it along his lips as she directed her wavelength to a more needy, alluring, hormone control. Using both her abilities and her current uneasy connection as amplifiers, she increased her own effects on him, testing and toying, wondering at his resiliance.

His lips opened as well, his tongue slipping out to battle her own tongue. His wavelength exerted some form of control, though it was obvious that the longer they were touching, the less of that control remained.

Keeping one hand on his shoulder, she moved her left hand back to tangle it into his hair, pushing forward and shifting her positioning. One leg moved between his, the other sliding up, her knee hooking at his hip as she let out a soft moan and fought his tongue with her own.

Almost reluctantly, he pulled back, still holding her close. He was panting ever so softly, looking her right in the eyes. "Underneath... The canopy." With that they moved, dropping down underneath the steeple roof and into the belfry. He pushed her hard against one of the columns, kissing her hard.

She let him do as he pleased, using his body to hold her up as she quickly wound her legs around his waist. Her hand tugged lightly at his hair as she pushed against him, taunting and teasing as she could, continuing to channel her wavelength in an attempt to drive him further and further over the edge. Still, her own control was beginning to wain, and the wavelength charge began to fade, even as her mouth and body became more demanding.

He pulled away, smirking and locking eyes with her. "What would you like me to do?" His voice was teasing, sing song, and his smirk only grew as he finished.

Her hips ground against his instantly as she stared at him, her face and neck flushed with heat. She brought her lips to the corner of his, trailing heated kisses to his ear where she breathed in Nepali, "Malā'ī garnuhōs." Though the language itself wasn't clear, the way she spoke the words made her desires abundantly obvious, especially as her right hand began trying to pull at the clothes around his torso and neck.

ooc: "Enter me"

He gave a simple nod, his armor and robes vanishing from him in a burst of wavelength, sufficing her with his pent up need. Left in simple clothes, he started to tear her clothes off, viciously nipping at her neck and collarbones.

She tilted her head back to allow him further access even as her hands roamed him, tugging his clothes easily, even while she bucked and ground her hips against his. As they continued to tease each other, Nepali fell from her lips easily, coming out in breathy, heated tones; none of it seemed fully coherent, but the suggestion was obvious enough that the words didn't even matter.

Viator grinned pressing her harder against the wall. He freed her breasts, roughly grabbing one and playing with it, even as he worked on her pants.

She let out a gasp at the gesture, leaning closer and not-so-gently biting into his neck. Her legs dropped enough for him to drop her clothes as her hands reached down and began freeing him of his pants as well.

He pulled her pants down the rest of the way, pushing his knee between her legs and roughly pressing it against her core.

Another gasp escaped her, followed immediately by a moan. Even still, her hands did not stop their actions, and she tugged at his pants and underwear until they dropped. Her eyes met his with a sort of frenzy in them, and yet a devious little grin tugged at her lips. Burying her fingers in his hair, she claimed his mouth in a heated, passionate kiss before slowly trailing her lips, tongue, and teeth down his body.

He growled softly, burying his hands in her hair as she dropped down, still toying with her with his feet.

She let out a growl of her own in response as she slid down, her tongue dancing back and forth across his hips teasingly as she waited, seeing if he would command her or if she was in control.

He took a half step back, kicking his shoes, pants, and underwear off, letting her take control of the situation.

A wide grin spread across her face, and she gripped her hips before pulling herself up, kicking out of her own clothes before slamming him back against the wall. Smirking wide, she shot him a wink before returning to her knees. Her tongue slid beneath the length of his member while her left hand went up and began to massage the rest of him, continuing to tease and moaning softly as she did.

He simply let out a soft gasp, burying his hands in her hair, encouraging her to continue.

She gave no indication of stopping, taking his entire length in her mouth and teasing him with her tongue as she bobbed her head back and forth, her right hand still gripping his hip.

Viator let out a soft sigh, gently rubbing her head with one hand, the other tangling in her hair and tugging not so gently.

As if on command, she instantly pulled him in further, deep throating him before quickening her pace, adding her hand to the mix as she teased and pleased him.

He grunted softly, not so gently digging his hands into her hair and keeping her busy.

She didn't relent in her assault; in fact, it seemed as though the pain was only serving to encourage her, as moans broke through her and her speed quickened, her tongue teasing relentlessly.