[ and the Throne of Heroes chose him. saw something to put him beside King Arthur, beside Gilgamesh. besides Nero. then could it not mean she could keep him at her level? at least as long as he fills her with these girlish feelings, these joyous tears. the want to keep touching and knowing him. can he stay until Nero figures him out? why he's so sad, when here, she was giving him her everything?
Nero's brow spreads sweat on his chest. his groan vibrates the both of them. it's less pain with each cock of her hip, as discharge builds and coats them both. listening to the heartbeats they can't keep quiet - no part of this is quiet, anymore, from the boots hitting the floor to Nero calling out to the gods above. throaty sounds - high pitched noises, when she takes in a half-inch more.
maybe she ought to tell him who he's bigger than - if that'll be what will give him pride.
Wrists, he says. and Nero is the one that obeys.
propped up by his legs, her own easing forward as she swallows him with her groin. they're good hands. she likes them better when they're groping her breasts, playing with her hair. but this way, massaging her pulses. her fingertips twist around themselves to touch his skin. they find only sweat. and then they're moving - Robin grunting, skin slapping. Nero closes her eyes as the vertigo takes her. makes her golden room spin in kaleidoscopic wonder -
air tosses her hair and a breeze spreads on her skin. and she's back down, his knees digging into her back and cock into her cunt, but up - again. a swing. like a swing. jutting up with the muscles of his lower abdomen and hips - Nero laughing, high and clear and breathless - held, kept safe, by the steadiness of his knees and hands. her legs push upward towards his ribs. Nero pants, but squeaks anew with every thrust. every twitch and turn of him felt strongly. sparking off inside her. ]
Held back! You were - holding - back! AYAHH -
[ her eyes are open but she has no freedom of hand to brush away her tangled hair. can't see him beneath her, for the sweaty bangs. Nero tosses back her head, tilts it side to side, looks down and spots a look of green out from his flushed face. so good, he looks, beneath her. happy? she wishes for him to be happy here, now, with her. he looks good, tossed among her gold and scarlet sheets, among satin pillows, even if he's out of place. what could he have been if stars had aligned differently at birth? not a prince, no. but did it matter? he'd come to her this way.
Nero wants to kiss him again.
too bad she has to content herself with another thrust of his dick, so warm and wet and deep inside.
his knees push on either side of her spine. when a gap emerges in his movements, Nero compensates. puts the flat of her feet on the bed and stretches herself up, against the grip of his wrists, against the pull of his cock. slips back down. again. and again. she's small, she's light. and soon she's fast. the bounce in her step back, but changed.
and through delighted laugh, her chest forward and her throat up towards the sky, she cries. ]
Of course! Of course I would. You didn't -
[ her footing slips. Nero tumbles forward when she can't get it back. down to earth again - to Robin, that forest smell, his natural musk the same as bark and branches and the open sky. ]
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Nero's brow spreads sweat on his chest. his groan vibrates the both of them. it's less pain with each cock of her hip, as discharge builds and coats them both. listening to the heartbeats they can't keep quiet - no part of this is quiet, anymore, from the boots hitting the floor to Nero calling out to the gods above. throaty sounds - high pitched noises, when she takes in a half-inch more.
maybe she ought to tell him who he's bigger than - if that'll be what will give him pride.
Wrists, he says. and Nero is the one that obeys.
propped up by his legs, her own easing forward as she swallows him with her groin. they're good hands. she likes them better when they're groping her breasts, playing with her hair. but this way, massaging her pulses. her fingertips twist around themselves to touch his skin. they find only sweat. and then they're moving - Robin grunting, skin slapping. Nero closes her eyes as the vertigo takes her. makes her golden room spin in kaleidoscopic wonder -
air tosses her hair and a breeze spreads on her skin. and she's back down, his knees digging into her back and cock into her cunt, but up - again. a swing. like a swing. jutting up with the muscles of his lower abdomen and hips - Nero laughing, high and clear and breathless - held, kept safe, by the steadiness of his knees and hands. her legs push upward towards his ribs. Nero pants, but squeaks anew with every thrust. every twitch and turn of him felt strongly. sparking off inside her. ]
Held back! You were - holding - back! AYAHH -
[ her eyes are open but she has no freedom of hand to brush away her tangled hair. can't see him beneath her, for the sweaty bangs. Nero tosses back her head, tilts it side to side, looks down and spots a look of green out from his flushed face. so good, he looks, beneath her. happy? she wishes for him to be happy here, now, with her. he looks good, tossed among her gold and scarlet sheets, among satin pillows, even if he's out of place. what could he have been if stars had aligned differently at birth? not a prince, no. but did it matter? he'd come to her this way.
Nero wants to kiss him again.
too bad she has to content herself with another thrust of his dick, so warm and wet and deep inside.
his knees push on either side of her spine. when a gap emerges in his movements, Nero compensates. puts the flat of her feet on the bed and stretches herself up, against the grip of his wrists, against the pull of his cock. slips back down. again. and again. she's small, she's light. and soon she's fast. the bounce in her step back, but changed.
and through delighted laugh, her chest forward and her throat up towards the sky, she cries. ]
Of course! Of course I would. You didn't -
[ her footing slips. Nero tumbles forward when she can't get it back. down to earth again - to Robin, that forest smell, his natural musk the same as bark and branches and the open sky. ]
You didn't - take. My offer.