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aristastarfyr) wrote2016-09-10 07:12 pm
aristastarfyr) wrote2016-09-10 07:12 pm
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AU FART (out of order)
House sitting fringe benefits
"You're crazy."
It was all he could say as he watched her bustle about her friend's little farm, doing what was needed to be done while they were away on vacation. It meant they had the house to themselves along with four horses. Raph was more than willing to watch her work from a very safe distance. See, he could stare down a thug, speed over the I-beam on his own two feet but to come near a half ton creature, must less direct it here and there? No.
He much rather watch her do the work, to watch her dance with the beasts while he was on the other side of the fence. A soft cluck or spoken direction here, a gentle touch there and they moved for her, accepting the dance. He wondered if she really understood what she was doing. Wren looked up, smiling at him as he kept the wide brimmed hat on his head. It was easier to keep up some pretenses of a disguise just in case someone walked up on them. The disguise would give Raph the chance to disappear before anyone got a good look at him.
"How am I crazy?"
"You're in a tiny space with four animals that can trample you to death."
"But they don't."
"Yeah." Raph's eyes were on their feet, their strong necks, the muscles in their hips. Horses were big and strong and in a panic they were lethal. One came up to him, curious and in search for treats but he backed away, lifting up his hands. "I ain't got nothing for ya."
"Do you want to know why?" Wren smoothed a hand over one of the animal's necks, grinning when he leaned over to nose her.
"Why is that, Birdy?" He just smirked at her, expecting some fancy, technical jargon to come from her.
"Because I trust dangerous things with my life. And they, in turn, keep me safe." Pressing against the shoulder of one of the horses, she made him move away so she could walk up to the fence. "I want to love you, tonight."
"Pretty odd segue, there." He simply continued smirking, hiding the fact that her confident words were already having an effect on him. "Though that doesn't mean I'm not sayin no, either."
Wren smiled, looking away for a moment when she heard a snort come from one of her charges. "We have a house to ourselves. All we need to do is make certain the sheets are washed."
"Again, not sayin' no." Raph grinned, watching her flirt. It had taken him a while to get her version of flirting, but now the signs were all there. Moving her hair and tucking it behind an ear, the playful side glances. They were an item now, and she still flirted. Did she do these things before? "Why wait tonight?" His brow ridge lifted up as he caught her happily shocked face.
"Bad boy," Wren teased, deciding she had enough with the horses. "I like the feel of something powerful between my legs, I suppose." The fence was sturdy enough for her to climb over it.
"Well, that explains me!" He reached up to offer a hand down, something he'd never do for anyone else. When she was on his side of the fence, Raph grabbed her rump, pulling it closer to him so he could grope freely.
Wren's hands moved to cling around his neck, her smile soft and knowing. "I especially enjoy your power running through me."
Her words were simple but they always created an inferno within him. That rumbling growl was muffled by a demanding kiss, catching himself at the last minute before he bruised her too much. "Let's go mess up the bed now."
Wren was swaying a bit, leaning up against Raph as she nodded. "Okay."
How tiny and fragile she seemed to be compared to him! Yet Raphael was constantly aware of himself, still unsure of how much pressure and force to use. Maybe he was too paranoid. He didn't care since he was bound and determined to never cause her an ounce of pain. She had given herself too freely, become too trusting and like hell he was ever going to squander that gift. He could honestly say she was the first human ever to look at all of them for the first time and not scream, not faint, not draw a weapon for battle against them, but actually smile at them.That alone made her a precious thing.
He carried her inside after she assured him that the horses were secured. Just because he wasn't...fond of them, didn't mean he wasn't concerned for their well fare. And right now he was concerned because he knew she wouldn't enjoy herself if they weren't okay. And he wanted her enjoying herself. He was driven to push her to the highest peaks of pleasure before tumbling over that edge. And when he was driven to claim her, he knew she would push him to that peak as well.
Wren's scent was cloying and calling to him. With every step he took her hips would nestle and nudge against his and when they bounced away from his lower plastron her scent would waft up to him, forcing him to move faster. The scent was sweet and it made his heart pound, and the tightness in his plastron got more uncomfortable with every passing second. He only took one wrong turn before reaching their designated bedroom. In the meantime Wren had been working on getting her clothes off, shirt and bra bunched in the hand behind his shell while she ground against him, kissing him feverishly. Her tongue darted in and out of his mouth, feeling so much quicker than his own thick appendage. His hands nearly spanned across her back without the need to stretch. It was moments like these that he worried he would break her. He was more than aware of his own strength. He had more often than not accidently injured his own brothers and they were ten times sturdier than she was! Yet Wren continued to love him with that complete abandon he was certain was going to get her killed one day.
Raphael placed her on the bed as gently as possible, pulling away long enough to begin trailing kisses down her throat and chest. Her breasts were small and he wasn't entirely attracted to them. They were there, they served a purpose, and they were excellent tools to drive Wren out of her mind. No, he was more into her hands, how they touched him, gripped his carapace and plastron and how tiny they felt on his muscles. There were her eyes, like quick silver. They shone with happiness and adoration for him. And then there were her thighs. So smooth, so supple. They looked unassuming until one felt them grip around a waist and hold on for dear life. His teeth grazed one of her inner thighs and he grinned when he heard his name gasp from her lips.
"Lick me," she groaned, taking hold of his masks tails to pull him closer to the juncture of her thighs. "I want your thick tongue on me."
She knew her wants, her desires and she made no qualms about stating them. She also wasn't shy in telling him in every way possible how good he felt on her, either. He groaned in helpless bliss when her breath caught and her body tried to grip onto his tongue and draw him in deeply. Raphael's own desire was hard pressed upon him but he knew that he should wait. He had to hold out until that distinctly Wren flavor came through. It was when that kind of wetness was present that the turtle knew he could claim her with very little worry of actually harming her.
Wren looked perfectly debauched beneath him. Her hair was in damp tendrils around her face, eyes glazed and almost tired looking if not for the fire blazing in the dark grey depths. His hips were framed by her thighs and his long, thick member was sliding through her folds, gathering the moisture she was so generous to give him. "Raph." She arched up to meet him, hips impatient as she was forced to wait for him. He knew every time his cock ran over her clit just right by the way her breath hitched. "Raph-please." That wanton look turned into a small scowl as he smirked above her, doing nothing more than rubbing over the surface of her skin.
"Ya look good like that, Birdy. All hot and fiery." Raphael's words were barely discernable over the rumbling growl sounds in his chest. She liked that too, he found, even if she couldn't mimic them. "Gonna make me burn up with yer heat."
With that she smirked, reaching down to let her fingers travel over the top of his dick, making him stutter and shut his eyes. "You'll be a pheonix, then." It was her fingers that altered the angle, pressing the tip to her entrance so that on the next roll he started to press inside. "Gods, yes."
Yes, indeed! To feel her tight heat wrap around him was exquisite. It was comforting and enflaming all at once and that rumbling sound beckoned to her again. Her fingers ran up and down his arms as she tried to keep still, almost tickling him but not quite. His arms trembled with the effort of being his version of 'gentle' while not crushing her to him. His treasure. His Takara. Like hell was he going to let her go. He gave her a moment to adjust to him, running his lips along her jaw as her hands flexed and spasmed on his arms. Raphael grunted softly, his eyes locked on her face when he started those small rolls into her. It always amazed him how quickly and easily she would respond to him, soaking them both in the process. He felt that immense power run through him that tight control always offered, turning it into a heady drug. All too soon he started to lose it at the edges, his rhythm turning erratic as the sounds started coming with greater frequency.
She could see that he was getting close. That superior smirk was falling on his face, the hard lines smoothing out into something younger and desperate. The glare was softening as well as his jawline. There was a shift in his eyes that she saw just before he dropped his head with a small whine. Wren spoke softly between the great draughts of air she had to take in, letting her body curl more around him as she felt his struggle to drive into her and yet still not cause pain. She added in words of love just before he hit that one spot inside, making her call out his name just as he roared out his climax.
It was thrilling and a little scary the first time it happened. He could feel the minutes tick by as his body completed what nature intended for him to do. The amount of come that came out of him was embarrassing but not as much as the fact that when it happened, he couldn't do anything. He was completely vulnerable and he was more than aware of it. Wren was aware of that too and protected him as much as she could. One hand was on the back of his neck and her legs were hooked over his thighs, keeping him as close as he could be. Wren nuzzled him gently, rubbing circles on the back of his neck as a breath shuddered through him. She never moved out of her comforting position until he moved. Raph breathed in slowly, lifting his head up before he exhaled. Wren's eyes were already on him, her mouth curled up into a gentle smile. "Better?"
"Yeah." He breathed out softly, smiling a bit. Raph's eyes softened even more as his hand cupped the side of her face and Wren's eyes closed slightly to turn into his touch and kiss the hardened heel of his palm.
"Good."
"You're crazy."
It was all he could say as he watched her bustle about her friend's little farm, doing what was needed to be done while they were away on vacation. It meant they had the house to themselves along with four horses. Raph was more than willing to watch her work from a very safe distance. See, he could stare down a thug, speed over the I-beam on his own two feet but to come near a half ton creature, must less direct it here and there? No.
He much rather watch her do the work, to watch her dance with the beasts while he was on the other side of the fence. A soft cluck or spoken direction here, a gentle touch there and they moved for her, accepting the dance. He wondered if she really understood what she was doing. Wren looked up, smiling at him as he kept the wide brimmed hat on his head. It was easier to keep up some pretenses of a disguise just in case someone walked up on them. The disguise would give Raph the chance to disappear before anyone got a good look at him.
"How am I crazy?"
"You're in a tiny space with four animals that can trample you to death."
"But they don't."
"Yeah." Raph's eyes were on their feet, their strong necks, the muscles in their hips. Horses were big and strong and in a panic they were lethal. One came up to him, curious and in search for treats but he backed away, lifting up his hands. "I ain't got nothing for ya."
"Do you want to know why?" Wren smoothed a hand over one of the animal's necks, grinning when he leaned over to nose her.
"Why is that, Birdy?" He just smirked at her, expecting some fancy, technical jargon to come from her.
"Because I trust dangerous things with my life. And they, in turn, keep me safe." Pressing against the shoulder of one of the horses, she made him move away so she could walk up to the fence. "I want to love you, tonight."
"Pretty odd segue, there." He simply continued smirking, hiding the fact that her confident words were already having an effect on him. "Though that doesn't mean I'm not sayin no, either."
Wren smiled, looking away for a moment when she heard a snort come from one of her charges. "We have a house to ourselves. All we need to do is make certain the sheets are washed."
"Again, not sayin' no." Raph grinned, watching her flirt. It had taken him a while to get her version of flirting, but now the signs were all there. Moving her hair and tucking it behind an ear, the playful side glances. They were an item now, and she still flirted. Did she do these things before? "Why wait tonight?" His brow ridge lifted up as he caught her happily shocked face.
"Bad boy," Wren teased, deciding she had enough with the horses. "I like the feel of something powerful between my legs, I suppose." The fence was sturdy enough for her to climb over it.
"Well, that explains me!" He reached up to offer a hand down, something he'd never do for anyone else. When she was on his side of the fence, Raph grabbed her rump, pulling it closer to him so he could grope freely.
Wren's hands moved to cling around his neck, her smile soft and knowing. "I especially enjoy your power running through me."
Her words were simple but they always created an inferno within him. That rumbling growl was muffled by a demanding kiss, catching himself at the last minute before he bruised her too much. "Let's go mess up the bed now."
Wren was swaying a bit, leaning up against Raph as she nodded. "Okay."
How tiny and fragile she seemed to be compared to him! Yet Raphael was constantly aware of himself, still unsure of how much pressure and force to use. Maybe he was too paranoid. He didn't care since he was bound and determined to never cause her an ounce of pain. She had given herself too freely, become too trusting and like hell he was ever going to squander that gift. He could honestly say she was the first human ever to look at all of them for the first time and not scream, not faint, not draw a weapon for battle against them, but actually smile at them.That alone made her a precious thing.
He carried her inside after she assured him that the horses were secured. Just because he wasn't...fond of them, didn't mean he wasn't concerned for their well fare. And right now he was concerned because he knew she wouldn't enjoy herself if they weren't okay. And he wanted her enjoying herself. He was driven to push her to the highest peaks of pleasure before tumbling over that edge. And when he was driven to claim her, he knew she would push him to that peak as well.
Wren's scent was cloying and calling to him. With every step he took her hips would nestle and nudge against his and when they bounced away from his lower plastron her scent would waft up to him, forcing him to move faster. The scent was sweet and it made his heart pound, and the tightness in his plastron got more uncomfortable with every passing second. He only took one wrong turn before reaching their designated bedroom. In the meantime Wren had been working on getting her clothes off, shirt and bra bunched in the hand behind his shell while she ground against him, kissing him feverishly. Her tongue darted in and out of his mouth, feeling so much quicker than his own thick appendage. His hands nearly spanned across her back without the need to stretch. It was moments like these that he worried he would break her. He was more than aware of his own strength. He had more often than not accidently injured his own brothers and they were ten times sturdier than she was! Yet Wren continued to love him with that complete abandon he was certain was going to get her killed one day.
Raphael placed her on the bed as gently as possible, pulling away long enough to begin trailing kisses down her throat and chest. Her breasts were small and he wasn't entirely attracted to them. They were there, they served a purpose, and they were excellent tools to drive Wren out of her mind. No, he was more into her hands, how they touched him, gripped his carapace and plastron and how tiny they felt on his muscles. There were her eyes, like quick silver. They shone with happiness and adoration for him. And then there were her thighs. So smooth, so supple. They looked unassuming until one felt them grip around a waist and hold on for dear life. His teeth grazed one of her inner thighs and he grinned when he heard his name gasp from her lips.
"Lick me," she groaned, taking hold of his masks tails to pull him closer to the juncture of her thighs. "I want your thick tongue on me."
She knew her wants, her desires and she made no qualms about stating them. She also wasn't shy in telling him in every way possible how good he felt on her, either. He groaned in helpless bliss when her breath caught and her body tried to grip onto his tongue and draw him in deeply. Raphael's own desire was hard pressed upon him but he knew that he should wait. He had to hold out until that distinctly Wren flavor came through. It was when that kind of wetness was present that the turtle knew he could claim her with very little worry of actually harming her.
Wren looked perfectly debauched beneath him. Her hair was in damp tendrils around her face, eyes glazed and almost tired looking if not for the fire blazing in the dark grey depths. His hips were framed by her thighs and his long, thick member was sliding through her folds, gathering the moisture she was so generous to give him. "Raph." She arched up to meet him, hips impatient as she was forced to wait for him. He knew every time his cock ran over her clit just right by the way her breath hitched. "Raph-please." That wanton look turned into a small scowl as he smirked above her, doing nothing more than rubbing over the surface of her skin.
"Ya look good like that, Birdy. All hot and fiery." Raphael's words were barely discernable over the rumbling growl sounds in his chest. She liked that too, he found, even if she couldn't mimic them. "Gonna make me burn up with yer heat."
With that she smirked, reaching down to let her fingers travel over the top of his dick, making him stutter and shut his eyes. "You'll be a pheonix, then." It was her fingers that altered the angle, pressing the tip to her entrance so that on the next roll he started to press inside. "Gods, yes."
Yes, indeed! To feel her tight heat wrap around him was exquisite. It was comforting and enflaming all at once and that rumbling sound beckoned to her again. Her fingers ran up and down his arms as she tried to keep still, almost tickling him but not quite. His arms trembled with the effort of being his version of 'gentle' while not crushing her to him. His treasure. His Takara. Like hell was he going to let her go. He gave her a moment to adjust to him, running his lips along her jaw as her hands flexed and spasmed on his arms. Raphael grunted softly, his eyes locked on her face when he started those small rolls into her. It always amazed him how quickly and easily she would respond to him, soaking them both in the process. He felt that immense power run through him that tight control always offered, turning it into a heady drug. All too soon he started to lose it at the edges, his rhythm turning erratic as the sounds started coming with greater frequency.
She could see that he was getting close. That superior smirk was falling on his face, the hard lines smoothing out into something younger and desperate. The glare was softening as well as his jawline. There was a shift in his eyes that she saw just before he dropped his head with a small whine. Wren spoke softly between the great draughts of air she had to take in, letting her body curl more around him as she felt his struggle to drive into her and yet still not cause pain. She added in words of love just before he hit that one spot inside, making her call out his name just as he roared out his climax.
It was thrilling and a little scary the first time it happened. He could feel the minutes tick by as his body completed what nature intended for him to do. The amount of come that came out of him was embarrassing but not as much as the fact that when it happened, he couldn't do anything. He was completely vulnerable and he was more than aware of it. Wren was aware of that too and protected him as much as she could. One hand was on the back of his neck and her legs were hooked over his thighs, keeping him as close as he could be. Wren nuzzled him gently, rubbing circles on the back of his neck as a breath shuddered through him. She never moved out of her comforting position until he moved. Raph breathed in slowly, lifting his head up before he exhaled. Wren's eyes were already on him, her mouth curled up into a gentle smile. "Better?"
"Yeah." He breathed out softly, smiling a bit. Raph's eyes softened even more as his hand cupped the side of her face and Wren's eyes closed slightly to turn into his touch and kiss the hardened heel of his palm.
"Good."