Aaaarrggg, I said naughty words! Well, technically, Rolan said naughty words. I swear it's not me. I'm just channeling this stuff. It's going like a house on fire now. We're getting into the deep end!

Subtitle: Tav gets REKD

The whole scene will be up soon, just... hngh, just lemme edit this mess.

He suddenly moves, slipping his arm out from beneath you and kicking his pants the rest of the way off. Soon he’s braced above you on one elbow, his lower body still to one side but his torso arching over you, and he leans down to catch your lips with his. Deep and hungry is his kiss, and you return it desperately, moaning into his mouth as his hand travels lower, sliding down your belly to dip below the waistband of your knickers he keeps going until his fingers find the soft junction between your thighs, slipping between the folds and teasing at the swollen bundle of nerves, probing gently at your opening, just a little dip of one finger, before pulling up more firmly, dragging the digit upward against you. You whine into his mouth, pushing your hips upward, trying for more stimulation.

 He releases your lips and chuckles, removing his fingers and bringing them to the drawstring of your pants. “So needy. So wet. Have you touched yourself, as I wished to do? Did you ever relieve your stress with your own fingers thinking about me, or imagine it was my hands doing this to you?” You gasp and shake your head as he unlaces the knickers, starting to slide them down your hips. He stops at the midpoint of your thighs, and you want to spread your legs, to feel his long, talented fingers pushing inside you, but you’re restrained by the unyielding fabric as he traces a path of searing kisses down your neck and chest, pausing to flick your nipples with his hot tongue, sharply sucking each pebbled peak until you’re frantically clawing at his scalp. Finally, his hand moves down again, immediately pushing one finger deep into you, your slickness providing no resistance, and you cry out softly at the sensation. You buck your hips, wanting more, but infuriatingly, he withdraws again, pushing himself up to look at your face.

 His smile is wicked. “Of course not. You hated me then. But that has a devastating attraction all its own, doesn’t it? And even if you had such feelings, you wouldn’t admit to it. That would have been intolerable, wouldn’t it? To rub your own little clit, to shove your own fingers into your cunt with my face in your mind. But surely, you must have imagined it. There was so much anger. So much tense verbal sparring. Can you say that you never once thought about how I might feel on top of you, kissing you, fucking the attitude out of you?”

 He looks at you expectantly, and you have to acquiesce to his suggestion or burst into flames with desire. You shake your head, somewhat reluctantly at the admission. “No, I can’t.” Your voice is a trembling little whisper. “It did… cross my mind. I imagined grabbing you by the robes while you were yelling at me and just… just… shutting you up. Seducing you. Feeling youuAAAHH!” Your words are cut off as he rewards you by sliding his hand back between your legs and pressing firmly on the little knot, leaving you gasping and writhing. He begins to move his fingers on slow hard circles, threatening to undo you in seconds. He lets you get close, then suddenly withdraws his hand, the absence feeling like a dash of cold water, and you whine with frustration. His deep chuckle sends quakes of longing shooting through you.