AU FART (out of order)

[aristastarfyr]

Camping trip shenanigans



"So I can be extra wet for you," she murmured softly while pressing the bottle into his hand. She felt like she was on fire which was perfect for him. He could bask in her heat forever and not regret it one bit. He was still amazed by the fact her parents said okay to this camping trip. He was more than shocked to find that Leo had given his fucking blessing and let the pair have a few days to themselves. After what he had walked into, Raph was certain he was in the dog house for the next ten years. No way was he going to argue this one.

So now they were out in the woods, alone. They had spent half the day roaming about the property, looking for the best place to pitch tent. There was a lovely spot near the stream along a line of protective trees. Wren had insisted on living off the land and only taking some bare necessities with them. It had been strange to see the girl-no, woman pack fishing gear and a few knives along with a grill grate. And he learned that this spot was a common camping site with it's own fire pit. This clearly wasn't going to be Wren's first rodeo.

"You do this often?" he asked, trying to make it sound casual. He had no idea how to make it more casual since she was naked, pressed up against his plastron under the layers of sleeping bags to help ward off the damp chill of the night. After dinner it had started to rain so it was pointless to keep the fire going. They covered their wood to keep it dry and turned in early to listen to the fat plop-plop of the rain hitting the nylon of the tent. There were other activities to keep them warm and Wren seemed hell-bent on doing them. Raph never minded one bit.

"Hmm?" came the lazy sounding question. "I don't do this as often as I would like." She was thinking he'd been asking about loving on him. Out of the few times they stole away, it hadn't been enough. And the best they could do with their short trysts was him finger her-which had been mind-blowing, but she wanted more. And more required time and patience and no worries that they were going to get walked in on again.

"No, I mean." He was discovering that he was opening up more around her. Communicating. It wasn't something he really got used to doing with his brothers. Usually things bottle-necked and he physically manifested his frustrations. "Taking guys out into the woods to seduce them."

That made her stop and shift up on one elbow. Her eyes were a dark quicksilver in the dim light with one hand sliding between them down his plastron. "Only the guy I love," she whispered softly, pecking a gentle kiss on his mouth. Had there been others? Sure, but camping out in the woods was few and far between. They didn't matter at this moment. He did and she wanted to show him that he wasn't some conquest. He wasn't a plaything (Well, she was playing with his bulge-besides the point.)

Again that dopey smile slammed into his face as his heart kicked up a notch. "Yeah? You're that sure you love me?" What did she mean by that? Was it common for people to fall in love that quickly? Was it common for her to do so? He could feel her distracting hand gently sliding one tiny finger along the grooves of his plastron, lightly fingering the slit that was starting to relax. Her touches always revved him up even when they weren't meaning to and this time he knew she meant to.

"I'm sure." Wren answered solemnly. It hurt, actually. She knew she shouldn't fall for him, remembered every day that he was going to leave when they could. He didn't belong here. He had responsibilities back home. And yet Wren couldn't help but feel that warmth every time she saw or even thought of him. If she had lived in a perfect world, Raphael was definitely someone she could find herself spending the rest of her days with. But it wasn't a perfect world and she did her best to shove the grief down, knowing that her heart was going to be broken and there was nothing she could do about it. "As sure as the sun rises every morning and sets every evening."

Wren shifted as easily as Raph moved. Feeling more of his weight on her, she sighed happily, finger still moving along his slit, pressing slightly inwards to coax it to open up. The thrumming groan from her turtle indicated she was doing the right thing. "You always have to be so ... poetic?"

"You don't like poetry?" Wren was smiling, still playing with him as she looked up into his face. "So handsome, Raph," she murmured, drawing the backs of her fingers along his cheek and jaw, grinning as he melted even more against her touches.

"There you go again," the turtle muttered, voice deeper with that vibration in his chest. Wren seemed to enjoy it so he didn't hide it from her. He still carried on those nerves that he was going to hurt her even though she had proven to be more resilant and sturdy than he anticipated. It didn't stop the hyper-awareness he maintained. In fact, it enhanced the pleasure for him. He needed to show restraint and be in control at all times. She trusted him-him to not break her no matter how badly she was getting under his shell. Speaking of which, those damn fingers were getting to be too much. He released his organ with a growl, muttering something just under her ear before nipping her lobe with his lips.

"What was that?" She heard the words but didn't know the language.

"Hmm?" It was Raph's turn to sound sleepy, nipping at her skin in the process. "What was what?"

"What you said. Taka--"

"Takara?" The turtle flushed darkly. He thought the endearment was just in his head instead of being spoken aloud. Raph busied himself with her throat, concentrating on the way her hand traveled along his length. "Means ... treasure."

"You called me 'treasure'?" Wren's voice was soft and questing just like her hand was over his cock. She had felt him stiffen when she continued speaking and sensed that the conversation was awkward for him. She smiled against his skin, nuzzling as she slowly drew her fingers along the arrowed tip of his cock. "I adore being your treasure."

How the hell she knew what to say at exactly the right time, he'll never know. No sooner did those words pass her lips that his large mouth was covering hers, demanding and hungry. And Wren simply followed along, stroking his painfully hard length as she shifted under him. For a long while there were no words between them, simply heat, want, base desire. Their language was one of moans and the bubbly growls that vibrated their chests. Eventually he got down to business, licking the salt off her skin and looking up with a spark in his electric green eyes. He noted how her eyes followed him, breath hitching once he nuzzled the soft patch of fur, thumbs pressing into the insides of her thighs to spread her wider.

"Gods, yesss." Was the first utterance between them. Wren tilted her hips to press more of that wonderful mouth against her, shivering with a pleased hum as his tongue tasted her. Other words came and went with most of them being incoherent. The meaning was well conveyed: She didn't want him to stop. Not even after she crested, her whole body shuddering because of what he was doing.

Raphael forced upon himself control. This little slip of a girl trusted him blindly not to break her. And she did it without reservation. He could tell her all day long that it was a stupid thing to do. He was a strong mutant, the strongest out of all his brothers and yet she continued trusting him, throwing her cautions out the window as his huge hands moved her to his favorite positions. She trusted him to be in control constantly and that was a big turn on for him. And because of her, he forced upon himself patience. Control and patience were the two things Leo always strove to instill in his hot head of a brother. Raph could laugh in his face now-not that he would exhibit these new learned behaviors in front of his brother dearest-oh no. But it would eat Leo's insides up to learn that Wren managed to do what he was unable to.

The next time she called out his name, scrambling to hold onto something his hand was by hers, eyes closed against that pressing need as he felt her throb and wet his tongue again. Raph simply assumed that this was typical of every human female; to be so wet it was close to the way a male orgasmed. He never questioned it and she never said anything about it other than to praise him for making her feel so good and boneless afterwards. His reward was drinking her down, pushing his tongue in as deep as he could to collect all she offered, mind going hazy with the sweet musk pouring off her.

Tonight was going to be the night. Rain be damned, he wanted her to be his. They had actually spoken at length about it, mostly with Wren assuring him that done correctly, she wasn't in any danger. He still wasn't certain, but with the way her heat was beckoning him now, he wasn't going to turn away. Eventually he knelt upwards between her splayed thighs, hands stroking her skin as he took in the interesting contrast of pale flesh and deep pink desire. One thumb moved up between her folds and he grinned when she gasped, trying to follow the digit so she could be filled.

"Yer burnin' up, Birdy," he muttered gruffly, reaching with the other hand for the lube. "Gonna burn to ash before I even get in?"

"Please, no," she breathed, her eyes locked onto the bottle and how he upended it first over his length and then on her mound. The liquid was a stark contrast of cool that made her suck in a breath. "I want you in me so much. I'm ready." She spread her legs even more, looking up into Raph's face as he fingers gently tugged on the sides of his plastron, urging him closer. "Small, steady pushes."

Biting the inside of his cheek, all Raph did was nod. He still had those nerves. Watching Wren look at him obliterated most of them. Drawing in a deep breath, he leaned in closer, feeling a little foolish that he had to break eye contact so that he could see what he was doing. The very tip of his dick was at her entrance and he could feel the heat radiating off her. He rolled his hips slightly as best as he could, feeling her very warm and slick flesh start to part, allowing him inside. In that moment he simply wanted to push in completely, claim her, rut into her until he had nothing left to give. It was his control that kept him from doing that. After waiting a few seconds he pushed in again, groaning softly at the tight feeling around him. "Oh-fuck."

Wren's response was a high pitched sound, strained but not painful. Her muscles were twitching wildly around him, practically sucking him in deeper. Raph could feel that tightness increase and he forced himself to slow down, eyes glancing up at Wren's face. "Okay?" He was having trouble trying to figure out if her twisted expression was out of pleasure or pain. Pulling back slightly, he felt her walls caress him and he pushed in with a groan, gathering a little more purchase as Wren cried out, moving her hips towards him as she held onto the lip of his shell. "Guess yer' okay."

Her whimper was coupled with a nod, body shifting slightly in attempt to get him to move. "Yes. Nnngh, you feel good." When Wren managed to open her eyes, they were glazed and unfocused, her attention focused on the pooling heat in her belly. He moved again and she reacted with another cry, her body bending back to try and sink more of himself into her. To think she could stretch and draw him in like this was nothing short of a miracle in his eyes. Once he felt he couldn't go any further he rested for a moment, breathing hard as Wren slowly caressed his head. She said something else that made him growl, movements turning possessive almost to the point of brutal. "Mine."

Coming while sheathed in tight, wet heat was something else. Raph had watched with open wonder as she screamed through her orgasms, a little concerned at first with how loud she was. Everything else she did only encouraged him more and eventually he let some of his control slip just so he could enjoy her heat. He was vaguely aware that he was grunting, trying to push in as far as he could without hurting her. It didn't click that the need to be in as deeply as he could be was instinct until his own climax was upon him, surprising him and pulling a strangled shout in the process. Good God, feeling her muscles still milk him as he felt the contractions of his own was like nothing else. Raph dropped his forehead to hers with a whine, the sensation almost too much until he felt her arms and legs wrap around him tighter.

"Love you," she said softly, keeping her body wrapped around him until he could move. The words only made him want to curl up more around her as his breathing leveled out.

Raphael finally shifted, almost moving so that he could pull away but the tightening of her legs told him she didn't want him to move away, yet. They were an utter mess and she ignored it in favor for this moment. What he did do was move back so he could look at her face. Still flushed, her eyes were on his with stray hair streaking across her eyes and mouth. He shifted his thumb to brush it away. "Takara." This time he meant it to be heard. The bright smile on her face was worth it.