[Vardah]NSFW moments outside of time

When you push through the heavy doors and enter the library that night, the first thing to greet you is... darkness.

You pause in the entryway, squinting into the gloom. The library lights are never off.

You hold your breath for a moment, listening -

-and then you hear it. The softest shifting of cloth, the swish of a skirt.

You twist around, grabbing Vardah's wrist before she can grab you. Vardah squeals in delight as you yank her into your arms, spinning her in a half-circle.

"You caught me!" she exclaims. You can hear her smile in her tone, can see the wide spread of her lips in your mind's eye. "You're getting better at listening."

"Maybe if my lover stopped trying to attack me, I'd be less on edge." You lean in to nuzzle her cheek with your nose, so familiar with how you fit together that you can do it even in total darkness.

Vardah gives a pleased hum. "I like how you say that."

"Say what? That you attack me?"

She snorts, turning her face to gently bite your jaw. "No! Lover," she purrs, kissing the spot her sharp teeth nipped.

You turn into the kiss, stealing her lips with your own. She purrs, tongue caressing yours, delving into your mouth without hesitation.

And why would she hesitate? Your mouth, her mouth... it's all the same. You're both only whole when you're together, when you're connected.

*if genitals = penis

You press her against the closest table, grabbing her left thigh and yanking it up over your hip. You aren't gentle about it - Vardah whimpers happily in response, tongue sliding along your jaw.

You place her on the table with no effort at all, her thin body as light as bundled twigs. In spite of that, her hands claw into your shoulders with force; her legs squeeze together around your waist, constricting.

You tug her sweater aside to bite her jutting collarbone - her nails dig in, sharp claws against pliant skin. You know you're going to bleed, but you don't care. Can't care.

One of your hands slides down, hiking her skirt out of your way and pressing against her sex. She isn't wearing underwear, already slick and swollen between her thighs.

You don't hesitate - you press a finger into her, knuckle-deep in her warmth, and she keens against you, arching, thrusting.

"Harder," she pants, tongue on your jugular.

A second finger joins the first, twisting. A third forces its way in - maybe too soon, but not in Vadah's mind. She yelps and trills, clinging to you as you ruthlessly fuck her with your fingers.

"Inside," she demands, tongue and teeth roving your neck and jaw, her eyes wide and wild. "Now."

You couldn't argue with her even if you wanted to. The hand that isn't fucking her goes to your belt, shakily yanking it free and undoing your fly.

It doesn't take long to have your cock out, but it feels like a century. A century of her writhing against you, taunting and tempting with heavy gasps and husky demands.

Your fingers coax a climax out of her, but she doesn't allow you to ease her through it - her hand wraps around your wrist even as her cunt clenches your fingers. She tears your hand away from her, eyelids fluttering and chest heaving, and snaps, "Inside me. Now!"

You don't hesitate. Your cock slams into her and she wails toward the ceiling, nails dragging across your back. Her hips rock against you with a fury you've never seen in any other person. A desire for you that is all consuming. A devouring, a desire to meld your skins, your bones, your souls together.

When you come, it's simultaneous and all-consuming. Peaking and descending together.

Always together.

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*if genitals = vagina

You press her against one of the racks, delighting in her giggle. "Don't disrespect the books," she teases. The words are interrupted by your hand on her throat and mouth on hers.

She gasps and writhes, but she doesn't try to get away - she tries to force herself closer. To cut off her airflow, to merge her skin with yours.

"Too many clothes," you say, struggling one-handed to hole up her skirt, wiggle the tights down, tearing the panties to the side. "Christ, why so many clothes?"

"Just... to... annoy you," she grins, teeth gleaming in the low light.

You bite her lower lip, loving how she thrusts her hips against you, forcing your fingers closer to where she wants you.

You want to torment her, but your insides call to hers - you press two fingers into her without any preamble - she whines, voice hoarse around the edges. "Yes, sweetheart, yes," she whimpers, helplessly grabbing at a nearby book for support.

The book, of course, offers none. It thumps to the ground, pages fluttering and crinkling upon impact.

"Don't disrespect the books," you hiss against her ear, nipping the lobe.

She giggles and arches her back, breasts pressing sharply into yours. "Give me... something to... hold onto, then."

You withdraw the hand from her neck; the fingers between her thighs slip out as you sink to your knees. "Careful what you wish for," you tease, eyes meeting hers only long enough to see the dark swirl of desire rising. Wild and sharp.

Your mouth goes to the slickness on her thighs, licking it all the way to her clit. Your tongue flattens, your mouth sucks, and your hand returns to plundering her cunt.

Vardah screams to the ceiling, her velvet voice rough and keening. Her fingers grasp your shoulders, sharp nails scrabbling at your shoulders, your neck, and then fisting your hair. She rides your mouth with a desperation you've never seen in another person.

You devour her because that's the only way you know how to enjoy her - all-consumingly fierce, mindlessly devoted. Drunk on her.

When she comes, she has to buckle at the waist, gasping and whimpering in something that might be delight, agony, or the perfect mix of both.

You help her to the ground, wrapping her in your arms so she can rest her face against your collarbone and catch her breath.

"You're perfect," you whisper against her hair, kissing the crown of her head, smoothing your hand down her arm.

"And all yours," she mumbles in the sweetest tone imaginable.

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