moved from SWS for red_peril

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Sinthia had done as Illya requested, and thankfully Avi decided one of her pillows, tossed to the floor, was a fair substitute for the bed itself; Sinthia shoved the second one down the bed until she could lay comfortably and not feel like her back was bowing under her, leaving the lingerie on since he hadn't said anything about taking it off. The lotion bottle, contents smelling faintly of lime and lavender, got laid down by her head as he settled down.

"Alright."

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Illya didn't mind her leaving the sexy lingerie on for the moment. Smiling, he stripped off his jacket and shoes. Then decided to do away with the pants too. His lingerie wasn't nearly as fetching as hers. Though if Sinthia wanted him naked, he'd be more than happy to oblige.

He climbed up on the bed beside her and unfastened her bra, slipping the straps off her shoulders. Opening the lotion, he poured some out into his hands. "This smells good." He started to gently massage her neck and shoulders.

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"It's supposed to," she murmured, laying her head down as she felt his hands, wet and chilly, on her shoulders and the back of her neck; she hesitated a moment before reaching to sweep her hair off her neck to keep it from getting wet, though it exposed the crown tattoo.

"It's lavender, citron, and oakmoss. Like the cologne Faberge makes," Sinthia sighed, stretching her ankles as Illya's fingers swept over a tense, quivering muscle near her spine.

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"Mmm, it is lovely," He worked his thumbs over the little crown tattoo. He had seen it before. "Tell me if I press too hard for you." He kneaded her neck and down her shoulders.

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Though she squirmed a little when he started to knead her skin, the most sound Sinthia made were a few soft sighs, the release of breath she held to keep herself from moaning at the way it felt to finally have her back relaxed, even if by force.

"It's not too hard," she murmured, moving just enough to pull her bra from under her, letting it land wherever momentum stopped. It left her in stockings and underwear and the belt that held the silk up, but all those combined still exposed quite enough skin to be titillating to anyone. "Feels good."

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"Good, it is supposed to," he enjoyed watching her get rid of the bra. Illya worked his way down to her lower back. Enjoying the view quite a bit.

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She let him rub down to the small of her back and let out a soft groan when he worked loose a knot of muscle that had been making her spine ache for the last day or two. "The clasp is in the way," she said on an exhale, shifting to lift her hips and trying to undo the stockings before taking the belt off, which was rather difficult one-handed and behind her back.

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"Oh, let me help you," he unfastened the stockings for her. "Allow me," Illya peeled one stocking from her leg gently and then the other. He loved looking at her muscular legs. He got some more of the lotion on his hands, and while her foot was up, he took it in his hand and started carefully massaging the arch of her foot.

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Sinthia twisted enough to make it easier for Illya to get the delicate silk off her legs, stripping them off and unclasping the fabric from the metal and plastic button hooks. The belt was easy after everything else was undone, leaving her only in the underwear that was scalloped lace and a caged strap back.

"This is nice," she murmured, "But that tckles. Right there," Sinthia said when his thumb pushed against her arch, unable to keep the amusement out of her voice.

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Illya enjoyed hearing her laugh. He massaged each of her toes and then worked his way up her calf. Then he started on the other foot.

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Sinthia laughed at the tickling and stretched out her legs, rolling her ankles and hearing them pop.

"You don't have to do all this, you know, Illya," she said, laying her head down on her folded arms. "It's nice, though. I like it."

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"I know," he said and kissed the sole of her foot teasingly. Illya was enjoying this as much as she was. He worked his way back up her calf.

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"I couldn't kick him in the dress I was wearing," she sighed, shifting her legs as he worked his way back up. "Normally I would have. Legs being longer than arms, usually," Sinthia amended, blinking at the headboard's carved sun-like rays.

"Still. He would at least have a bitch of a headache if not a fractured skull." Elbow strikes were useful, especially when applied to the thinnest portion of the bone.

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"Good," Illya worked his way back up her shoulders, then laid down beside her. "He deserved it," he brushed a lock of hair from her cheek.

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"I could have insulted him first," she murmured, eyes half-lidded as she looked over at Illya, feeling relaxed and frankly boneless now. She should have turned to face him, probably, but she couldn't muster up the desire to move.

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He leaned over to kiss her, not encouraging her to move. Reaching down he fingered the scalloped lace along the edge of her panties. "Maybe I relaxed you a little too much."

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"Maybe," she hummed, though she reached down for his hand to bring it up to her; she kissed the ends of his fingers and his palm before she let him go back to exploring her with a lazy smile.

"Maybe you could think of something to wake me up."

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Illya slipped his hand beneath the lacy edge of the underwear and slid his hand between her legs. "Maybe I already have." His long fingers found their target.

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"You sure you're trying to wake me up?" she asks, arching and shuddering gently when his fingers slip over her, resulting in a soft sigh.

"Mmmm. You want me to move?" Sinthia whispers, eyes sliding closed as her belly presses into the mattress.

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"Oh yes," he exerted a little pressure on her clit and was rewarded a shudder and her back arching. "No, stay right there." Illya slid the tip of his finger over her clit again. He planned on teasing her until she begged him to fuck her.

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"What are you doing?" she asked lazily, stretching out as he played with her, manipulating his fingers against her clit, the tendons in his wrist against her skin feeling deliciously teasing. It felt good, Illya always made her feel good, but this was a little unusual; she clasped her fingers around his free arm, sliding up to his shoulder as she opened pleasure-hazed eyes at him.

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"What do you think I am doing?" he smiled. "I am stroking your pussy." Illya loved making her feel good. The look in her eyes was beautiful. He stroked the pad of his finger against her clit a little faster, wanting to make her writhe and purr.

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The catlike soft smile that got was tinted with lust, pure and healthy as it clouded her mind when his fingertips started to move faster; Sinthia merely shifted her legs further apart, knees bending to give her room. She rocked her hips against his hand with a soft hum, definitely heading towards aroused.

"I want you to keep going," she breathed. "Please?"

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"I plan to," he said with a wicked little smile. But he didn't want her too close to release. Not yet. Illya watched the beautiful expressions on her face as he changed how he touched her, sliding his long fingers between her soft wet folds. Only touching her clit every few strokes.

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She all but purred at that touch and arched under his hands, sweeping her hair off her neck to one side, fingers clenching and relaxing by turns in the soft pillow cover.

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He was quite aroused just from watching her while he teased her with his fingers. "Moya malenkaya koroleva, ty tak krasiva." Especially when she rolled her hips trying almost desperately for his fingers to stroke her clit directly.




[t: My little queen, you are so beautiful.]

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Her breath hitched when the movement of his fingers made his wrist rub and part her folds, and her back tensed again as she arched up, spine bowing. "Vy draznit' menya slishkom mnogo, ptichka," she breathed, catching her lip between her teeth.

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"Do I?" he leaned in to kiss her hungrily as he withdrew his fingers and then peeled off her panties. They joined their other clothing on the floor and his boxers followed shortly after. "Skazhi, kak ty khochesh', chtoby ya k poshel na khuy , moya koroleva."

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"Just like this," she whispered, feeling the tightness and rush in her belly when he kissed her and slid his fingers out from between her legs, brushing them against her thigh. Sinthia turned onto her side away from him, leaving him room to slide up behind her. "I like it when you kiss my shoulders."

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Illya slid up behind her, his hard cock sliding into her easily. He did kiss her shoulders and put his arms around her. He was tall enough he could lean over and kiss her mouth as he moved, without having to break his rhythm. His hands wandered over her breasts and her skin.

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She moaned gently when he slid up to her back and into her, twisting enough to kiss him back and rock her hips against him, one hand going back to his waist with her hand pulling him close. Sinthia loved the way Illya held onto her when they made love with his hands on her breasts and belly and his mouth always moving and kissing her shoulders and neck and her mouth.

"You always know just how to make me feel amazing doing this," she murmured, one of her hands framing his as the other went between hr legs to feel him and lazily rub her clit. She didn't want to orgasm yet and finish too soon before him.

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"I love to make love to you," he said between kisses. Illya moved slowly at first, long deep strokes. "You are amazing." He nibbled her neck.

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She couldn't help but fall quiet under the gentle but unstoppable assault on her senses, making her feel like she was being expertly manipulated until she felt nothing but pleasure from him moving in her and kissing her. The massage had relaxed all of her muscles until she'd felt almost boneless but the drive towards orgasm was tightening them up again, though not painfully. She worked her fingers in circles, alternating slow and fast around her clit.

"God, Illya," she breathed, though the sound stuttered when her breath caught in her throat as he slid up against her G-spot. "Right there, faster," she encouraged him.

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Illya felt her muscles tightening, her body trembling around him. He moved faster, angling his hips when he thrust forward so that his entire length would rub just right against her G-spot. "Yes..." Trying to keep control, drawing it out so that neither of them would come too quickly.

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She tensed and gave a full body shudder, arms going back over his shoulder and to his waist to hold him close as she reveled in the waves of pleasure he gave her.

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"Bozhe moy," he gasped as she tensed and shuddered. Illya reached down to rub her clit as he kept thrusting. Just a couple more times as her body squeezed around him and he was there. He leaned over to kiss her mouth as he rode out the waves of pleasure that coursed through him. Illya wished that this moment could last forever.

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She held still as he spasmed and came into her, belly quivering as she danced on the edge of orgasm, needing one more thrust or circle of their fingers together stroking her skin, something she couldn't get right that second. She rocked almost frantically against him, a tiny pleading sound hummed against his lips from hers before she tripped over the peak, sliding into incredible numbing pleasure.

The gentle movement of his lips on hers brought her back to herself with a quiet sigh, eyes barely cracking open.

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Illya held her, his larger body curled around hers as he snuggled her and kissed her mouth, her shoulders. He was not sure when or how this all would come out, but he felt very happy there with Sinthia in his arms and he decided to hold onto that moment as long as he could.

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Sinthia's breath still came ragged after the gush of warm wet between her legs and the contented, boneless feeling after orgasm. She hummed gently against his mouth, bringing her hand up to cup the back of his neck and hold him into the kiss.

"I don't know how I deserve you."

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He smiled, "You have me. You have my heart. This is all that matters," he kissed her again. "I wish we could stay like this." Eventually they would have to get out of bed. Right now, though. He was not at all interested in moving.

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"We can," she whispered, nuzzling his jaw and burrowing back against Illya until they were pressed together back to front from neck to knees.

"We can teach Avi to fetch whatever we need."