“You’re a tease...” Vara said, smirking up at him.  Her expression changed as he once against thrust inside her, pleasure flooding her features once again.  Her mouth worked against his when their lips met once again, she could not really get enough of his kisses, and she had never really had that desire before.  It felt just as intimate as the love making, like it was another way to build on the connection they shared.  Vara did not believe in Gaia, but she was beginning to wonder if fate might be something real.<br/><br/>She clutched to him as he began to establish a more even rhythm and she could feel herself getting closer and closer to the edge of her rapture as he did.  He had not shared a lot about his experience, but it was clear he knew what to do with his body, how to work himself into her cause her body to squeeze and flutter around him.<br/><br/>“No...” she moaned when he pulled himself free of her.  Vara was almost ready to rear up and pull him back down, but then she realized why he had done it.  The muscle of his tongue was different, but no less delightful.  One of her hands laced its way into his hair and held the back of his head tightly as she worked her hips against him.  It did not take long before her hand tightened in his hair, nearly pulling, and she came beneath the machinations of his tongue.  “Geraint!”  She cried out suddenly, the name mixing with high pitched moans and sobs.<br/><br/>As the impact of her orgasm began to subside, she tugged on his hair just enough to pull him free of her sex.  From there, she urged him onto his back.  He had led the way and she could tell he was drawing out his own pleasure, but now she wanted to share in the burden, even if it was really no burden at all.  She waited until he was settled beneath her and then she climbed over him, lowering herself onto his cock.  Her hips moved slowly at first, gentle circles to work herself over him as her hands splayed against his chest for leverage.  She could feel the raised bits of skin beneath her fingers, something about his scars turned her on.  Blackvayne’s skin was nearly unbroken.  His warriors took those hits for him.<br/><br/>Her pace grew steadily until she was riding him with abandon, ensuring that the length of his cock slid against the pathway of nerves within her with each downward thrust.