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NEIL BLAIR
Black Fire of the Night Dragon
Kingslayer
Dragon Mage

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From:

fondofapples

"Hmph," she protested -- feebly and falsely -- as her bodysuit disintegrated and made its way to the floor and her hands much more truthfully mapped the breadth of his shoulders. "It was a nameday gift. It won't be special if I wear it all the time."

Which was utter nonsense and hopefully he knew it as well as she did. She could seduce him in sackcloth and ashes just as easily as a filmy bodysuit and she could wear whatever he or she wanted whenever she wanted to. His nameday celebration wasn't special because of what she wore or didn't anymore than she would give him a nameday blowjob just because it was his nameday. She'd do it if it felt right in the moment, because they both enjoyed it, and clothes were the same.

Still, she did note that he liked it, and that meant he'd likely see it again when she felt like wearing something both risque and pretty. In other words any time she had a chance to dress before he undressed her.

Smiling down at him as he dragged the covers back -- leave her covered when he could get an up close and personal view? Why would he do that? -- she speared a hand through his hair and asked, "Would it shock you to know most men want to be given head on their namedays?" Because it was stupid, and therefore funny.

From:

hellorhighwater

Neil's head was somewhere around her ribcage when she buried fingers in his hair, cutting off all possibility of intelligent response for the moment as he stilled momentarily, head tipping into her touch with a growl and cheek pressing against her sternum. It eventually sank in past the electric warmth of her hand in his hair, however, making him lift his head with an incredulous smile.

"Given head? Why get it when you can give it?" he asked, regarding her dubiously before his head dropped again so he could kiss and nip at the dip of skin over her diaphragm, talking between hot sweeps of his mouth and rakes of his teeth down the middle of her belly. "Now that, I know you're full of shit on. I mean--not everyone's got a woman like you in their bed, so...okay, maybe. That's stupid, though."

From:

fondofapples

"I'm not. The 'birthday blowjob' is a whole stupid tradition in the Land Without Magic," Regina informed him between sweet sighs and gasps, and voice growing smoky with rising desire. "There are probably movies about it, and not just of the pornographic variety."

Someday she might get tired of how often he wanted to tongue-fuck her, but today was not that day. She obliged his downward trajectory by lifting her leg to lay it over his shoulder and relaxed back into the pillows with a heady sigh of anticipation. "Some women don't enjoy it so they don't do it except as a 'special treat'. And some men don't get off on turning their women inside out like you do."

From:

hellorhighwater

"Some men are fuckin' morons." Neil snorted, a chuckle vibrating against her skin as he pressed a greedy kiss against her hip, running a hand over her thigh when she hitched one leg over his shoulder to make room for him to settle between her thighs. Lifting his head, he looked up the length of her body to admire the view for a moment--every inch of bare skin and curves, the expression on her face as she looked back at him, waiting and eager to be taken...

What man could possibly resist the feast of the woman he loved, laid out like a banquet for him?

"Then again--most men don't have women like you to turn inside out." he declared, making no effort to hide his smugness at her admission. So, he turned her inside out, did he?

Neil hummed with pleasure as he bowed his head again, kissing and nibbling a path up the inside of her thigh, moving closer to her cunt...

...then lifted his head again with a curious frown.

"But...you do like giving head, right? 'Cause you know you don't have to do it if you don't..."

From:

fondofapples

With his lips and teeth making a pilgrimage up the inside of her thigh, the heat of his body and the caress of his spoken words brushed across her labia. The alternating temperatures and slightest vibrations nudged her bit by bit into that soft, almost dozy arousal, her fingers twisting lazily in the sheets. She forgave him his smugness for the certainty that he would and always did turn her inside out--she'd never had a partner who loved having his face in her cunt half this much, and enthusiasm translated to fantastic orgasms.

She almost wasn't listening, and had to backtrack when he popped his head up. He was asking about her preferences? Now?

Lifting her head from the pillows, she mock-glared down her body at him, raised a severe eyebrow, and growled, "Not the time," at him, before curling her leg to bop him in the back of the head with her foot. It might be his nameday, but her patience had limits.

From:

hellorhighwater

Neil winced theatrically when her foot knocked lightly into the back of his head, but couldn't hide the grin that immediately spread across his face when she did it, and growled at him no less.

Point taken--they could talk about it later. She wasn't getting away with swatting him, though.

Neil's head dropped again, mouth trailing up the inside of her thigh again with that same slow, deliberate intent--and as he finally ran his tongue eagerly along her slit, he slid his hands over her legs--fingers cold against her bare thighs, not painfully frigid but definitely chilly enough to make her blanch as he pressed his mouth against her sex.

From:

fondofapples

If he hadn't gone straight back to what he was doing, plunging her immediately into heat and anticipation, she might have been alert to some sort of revenge. As it was, she had no idea what was coming and let out a startled squeak when chill crept over her. Her hips bucked at the contrary sensations but pressed obligingly against his face.

"Neil," she barked and smacked his ass with the flat of her other foot, but the lovely wet swipe of his tongue between her labia kept her tone husky and full of love. "Add temperature play to things that it is not the time to talk about." But it would be. Oh yes.

Her thoughts flitted off for a lovely little fantasy, brief, of icy chill fingers against her erogenous zones--much, much more convenient than ice, and less damp.

From:

hellorhighwater

Neil's interest was piqued by that notion--mostly because he'd never really played with it himself. He struggled as it was to regulate his own body temperature, so he didn't really see the appeal...

Until Regina's hips were bucking up against his face so he could press his tongue inside her, and he was suddenly seeing a lot of possibilities.

She had a point, though: now was not the time to talk about it. Now was the time to see if he could make her scream with that little piece of information.

Neil obligingly warmed up his hands again with a small use of magic while he fucked her with his tongue, lifting his head only when he needed to draw breath--because he was already driving himself a little crazy with the taste of her, the way she whimpered and writhed beneath his mouth. Flicking his tongue lightly against her clit, he slid a finger inside her, humming with pleasure when he found he could add another...and this time, as his fingers moved inside her, he channeled heat into his hand, paying close attention to the way she reacted so he could stop if she got uncomfortable.

Or if she decided to smack him with her leg again.

From:

fondofapples

There was a little kicking, but of the "oh holy fuck" variety, not of the "knock it off" variety. Her leg flailed, losing purchase on his shoulder when she spread herself even wider and tilted her hips down to take his fingers deeper into herself where that heat would radiate through her.

She let out a soft, pleased moan as she closed down around his knuckles, squeezing his fingers tightly to increase the friction where she needed it. At this rate it wouldn't take long at all before she came screaming, spilling heated slick all over his hand and his face.

From:

hellorhighwater

Neil worked her, teasing with lips and tongue and magic until she was unabashedly fucking herself on his fingers and his face, and didn't draw it out when he had her writhing. He wanted those screams, wanted the taste of her, wanted that sex-ravaged smile and beautiful body slack with satisfaction to start his day.

All of which he got, and then some. Humming happily as she came all over his face and fingers, he worked her through her orgasm, withdrawing his fingers only when those last flutters faded, tongued away the last of her slick--and waited until he was sitting up again to suck the taste of her off his fingers with a low sound of pleasure.

"Happy fuckin' nameday to me." he grinned, leaning his shoulder against one of her spread legs, looking absolutely pleased with himself. "So...temperature play, huh?"

From:

fondofapples

It took a good minute for her to respond, and when she did, it was only to say, "If you expect me to talk after that..." and then beam a sex-struck smile down at him.

Bit by bit, she untangled her fingers from his hair and then stroked it smooth again, all the while mind flitting between adoration and ongoing desire. It was his nameday. Shouldn't he get some pleasure out of it?

A quick glance at her phone on the nightstand showed they had a good forty minutes before dawn. Plenty of time for sex, champagne, and gift-giving, she decided, and with a significant glance and a lift of her eyebrow, she rolled to her stomach and then lifted her hips by pulling her knees under her.

She rested her cheek on her folded forearms, looked over at him, and just smiled.

From:

hellorhighwater

For a few blissful moments, Neil just shut his eyes and enjoyed her fingers smoothing through his hair, opening only when they were gone and she was shifting away from him...and over onto her stomach, presenting herself to him like a queen in heat, only a hell of a lot more smug. It was the kind of thing that took his breath away, wanton and filthy and absolutely beautiful with the power she had in the moment.

If he wasn't already hard before, he sure as fuck was now.

"Sometimes you make me wonder 'bout myself, Beloved." he grinned, rising up on his hands and knees to crawl closer, crawl over her so he could bend his head and press a kiss against the small of her back, trailing soft kisses, gentle nips, and hot sweeps of his tongue along her spine as he worked his way up to her shoulder, pressing the length of his body against her back.

"Sure?" he murmured softly in her ear, even with his cock nudging against her. "Not feelin' especially rough today, just so y'know."

From:

fondofapples

"Positive." In her present position there was no moving, no reaching back with a hand to touch him reassuringly, but Regina turned her head enough to kiss the corner of his mouth, to tease him with her tongue and taste the remnants of her slick. "I'm not asking for anything, my love. I'm offering everything. Rough isn't the only thing this position is good for."

She attempted to catch his gaze, although it strained her neck to do so. "Happy nameday, my mate. Have me however you want me. All I want is you."

From:

hellorhighwater

...Ember's Balls, she chose the damnedest moments and the damnedest ways to make him emotional--but there it was, that hot clawing thing in his empty chest that made it hard to do anything more than just linger there for a moment, pressing his lips to her shoulder and just remembering how to breathe because of how fiercely he loved her...and how much deeper he fell in love with her for moments like these.

When she offered him the world in small gestures, like he had any right to it.

So he thought for a moment, realized she was right about the position, and smiled as he raked his teeth over the spot he'd pressed his lips--light, teasing little nips as he reached down to guide his cock to her entrance, pushing into her body slowly with a smile against her neck. For just a moment, he remembered those first couple of nights together, how he'd taken her slowly and silenced her with a kiss--and how she'd hit him and called him a bastard once he let her speak after he was buried inside her.

This time, as he eased into her body with deliberate care, he didn't try to swallow her moans or cries while he purposefully teased her by taking his time.

From:

fondofapples

Because she'd come already, there was less pleading for him to go faster and more savoring the slow glide of his cock filling her, the gentle friction and pressure against her already slick and swelling inner walls. Where the nights he thought of, her suppressed moans had held desperation, but this morning they were redolent of velvet and fur, the richest and most sensual of fabrics brushing against skin.

She pushed up onto her hands, matching the shape of her body to his, wanting the feel of him over her, less draped like sensual fabric and more mounted like a stallion. Even if he didn't rut like one and chose a slower, deeper ride, it was still a mating, and the rampant emotion of celebrating his nameday called it a true one.

So instead of calling him a bastard this time, she called him, "My dragon knight," in a low silky purr that offered him the feel of her need (not for sex but for the feel of enduring commitment, of love, of mating) with the power of his summoning.

From:

hellorhighwater

The need that cut through him when she used his summoning stole his breath, pulled a moan from deep in his chest as he pressed his face against the curve of her neck for a moment while she pushed up and into the curve of his body. That need, that bone deep craving that flashed through him lingered even when the magic faded, kindling a matching need in him that belonged to Neil alone. It left echoes of that first rough, primal coupling where he'd lost control and begged for more, that same need to claim and conquer--but less animal, more a deliberate thing, a desire to take her one sweet inch at a time until she could feel him soul-deep.

So he took both as he began to move, taking advantage of the position for just that: slow and deep, reaching up to pull her hair to one side so he could rain hot, openmouthed kisses across her shoulders and over the nape of her neck with bites peppered in between--light, teasing rakes of teeth focused mostly on her nape. The marks he wanted to leave on her this morning weren't the kind he wanted on display. He wanted bruises on her hips shaped like his fingers, little winces and smiles later when she'd move and feel the quiet, sensuous muscle aches that came from being well fucked, and the memories those tiny pains would bring.

He wanted that mating she ached for, wanted to savor it--wanted to see it in her eyes and her bearing for far longer than any of the bites and bruises he usually loved to leave would ever last.

From:

fondofapples

As he settled in and over her, Regina let out a low, quiet sigh of rightness, the feeling of something missing being found, something empty being filled. She dropped her head down between her arms, relaxing across the top of her back and through her neck so that her hips took most of the impact of his slow, heavy thrusts.

His mouth at the nape of her neck satisfied something she'd never had a name for and still didn't, but it was akin to the ache for his arms around her when she'd been bad luck cursed and everything went wrong. Not unlike what she'd felt when watching Henry with the Charmings before they'd forgiven her. Now, with him covering her, that ache flared bright and then went out, extinguished, leaving only warmth and certainty in its place.

While the pace was still slow and deliberate, she squeezed around him both welcome and what pleasure she could give him with hands, feet, and mouth all out of play. It should be frustrating, not to be able to touch him, but it only felt good.

From:

hellorhighwater

Fleetingly, Neil wondered if this was anything like the way everything drained out of him when she wrapped her hand around his wrist and watched him sink into his own head where nothing but she existed--but this was different, had nothing to do with power or ownership, it was belonging. The way she sighed and sagged, head bowing and body coaxing him deeper as she tightened around him with every thrust spoke to a raw sort of satisfaction that defied description--like she needed this as badly as she sometimes needed to be taken with the hunger and fury of dragon fire.

Watching her body slacken to better take him, feeling her cunt clench around his cock--seeing and feeling that satisfaction run through her and knowing he'd been the cause of it kindled something similar in him, settled something in the back of his chest in being able to create something by getting close to someone rather than destroying it. That he could use his hands, forged into weapons by his king, could create something as beautiful as Regina being made somehow whole by his touch...it calmed his spirit.

So he took his time, as long as he could bear it. Pressed against the line of her back, he kept his pace slow while his hands mapped the planes of her body. It was a good position, one where he could touch more of her--sit up a little and memorize the curve of her spine with his fingertips, or press forward again to palm her breasts, trace the curve of her ribcage, grip one hip or the other to pull her in close with a deeper thrust to tear another gorgeous sigh or moan out of her just because he loved the sounds she made.

And even when the pleasure got to be too much, when he could feel his release building, he took his time. Those deeper thrusts came more frequently, one arm wrapped around her waist to brace her as each roll of his hips grew more urgent, and his mouth found its home against the curve between shoulder and neck, lips parted to swipe his tongue over her skin, let each hot breath puff across the dampness left behind as he tried to bring her with him over the edge of orgasm.

From:

fondofapples

First his mouth on the back of her neck, then his hands over her ribcage and palming her breasts, then his fingertips on her spine, and soon she stopped keeping track. It was like being buffeted with a warm, sensual wind coming at her from all sides. Her mind slipped away, not into an emptiness or a fog, but a warm hazy glow of arousal from his kisses and caresses.

What did stay with her was that powerful sense of rightness, of belonging with and to him. It only intensified when he pulled her up and back against his chest to bury himself so deep in her that even with as hard as he thrust, he didn't ever pull out. Acting purely on instinct for pleasure, and trusting in his grasp to hold her up, she drew his grasping hand down so that his fingers grazed her clit and labia while he rocked into her.

The first time his thrust finished with his gingers against her, she cried out, and her hands clenched convulsively. One set of fingernails curled into his arm and the other tore at the bedclothes. "Neil, my mate, oh god, Neil."

From:

hellorhighwater

“Yes.” The word left him on a shaky sigh, bringing with it a strange serenity within the fire of need burning with the dragon fire beneath his skin. Feeling sense slip away, leaving her to grasp at his hand to pleasure her, clutching and clawing and crying out for him again and again...

My mate. Hearing those words fall from her lips in the heat of passion lit a fire in the pit of his chest that once held his heart. Every gap in his armor was filled by it, every weakness protected, every dark corner filled by her light—a light that belonged to him, and to him alone.

At her urging, he stroked her clit as he felt his own release crash over him with a few more urgent thrusts, dragging her with him over the edge as that beautiful, thoughtless cry left her mouth and branded her as completely, perfectly, eternally his.

From:

fondofapples

This orgasm seared through her, branding her his again and anew. She remained there under him, comfortable with being his, his mate, his partner, his love, without needing to reassert control or her power. But she did roll slightly to her side so that she could lift her head and kiss his arm and his shoulder.

After a few minutes had passed with just the sounds of their breathing, she made a quick gesture with her fingers and a gift box appeared in her hand. "I got you something... ah, something else for your nameday."

From:

hellorhighwater

"You...what?" he asked, more confused than aghast--but it was a pleasant confusion, a wary sort of delight audible in his tone as he finally shifted his weight off of her so he could stretch out at her side and look at both the gift box, and at her. Like a short time before, when she woke him and gave him this early hour for himself, his brow furrowed as he tried to get his head around it.

Neil knew enough about birthdays in the world he was born in--gifts were just what you did. In the Five Realms, it was the gestures that were customary, the honoring of the day: to ignore it just wasn't done. Gifts, those meant something, and still meant more for the fact that Neil had never had them as a child.

"You didn't have to do that." It was more reassurance than protest, as the smile on his face attested to as he reached hesitantly for the box. "This...this was enough, I promise. But--I mean--"

Biting his lip to keep anything truly stupid from falling out of his mouth, Neil just grinned and leaned in to kiss her, slow and lazy.

"Thank you, Beloved."

From:

fondofapples

His confusion struck her as at once terribly sad and completely adorable. How could he have imagined she wouldn't get him a gift to mark the occasion, especially when it was the first they'd shared together? On the other hand, surprising him, making him smile with just that look of wonder and delight filled her to brimming with a light, effervescent happiness, like champagne expanding in a glass.

It was actually...really nice to be exceeding expectations for once instead of just barely meeting them, if at all.

Which translated, when he took the box from her, to her giving him a soft look and a tender caress of her fingers along his hand first and then his face. Of course, when he kissed her, she poured that tenderness into that kiss with a lingering sweetness that she knew she would revisit throughout the day. (SOP for any long, lingering kiss between them, since each one healed just a tiny bit of that aching loneliness and humiliation of her life with Leopold.)

"You're welcome, my heart," she murmured when he withdrew, and smoothed the hair from his face and out of his eyes. "Open it. I want you to have it before we bury the box."

[ gift ]

From:

hellorhighwater

Neil’s smile grew as he looked to the box, unaware of how he chewed on his lower lip and how it made him look for all the world like a little boy on Christmas morning. He just stared at the gift, unmoving for long moments, strangely reluctant to open it for fear it was a dream...and at the same time, unable to trust what was inside.

He didn’t...get presents. There was some other shoe just waiting to drop...

Taking a breath, Neil opened the box, briefly flummoxed by the layer of tissue inside, but quickly pulling it aside to reveal a shackle inside...no, not a shackle. It was too elegantly made, lacked the polished gleam of the cuffs employed in the Nocturne dungeons to bind the magic of its gifted prisoners—shackles he’d worn before when his king was displeased with his work.

This bracelet was made of fine, heavy dark chain with a matte finish and a clasp made of glittering stone. It was an ornament, a beautiful one...the kind of thing a lord at court or a merchant of the Black City might wear.

“Beloved...wow.” He breathed, pulling it out of the box with a stunned look on his face. “This is—it’s magnificent. It’s half as lovely as you are, and that’s sayin’ something.”

Glancing up at her, a wicked gleam entered his eye as he smiled.

“Why am I not surprised it’s something for my wrist?” He teased playfully—then denied her an answer by leaning in for a slow, tender kiss, hoping it communicated the warm, heavy weight of feeling that threatened to burst in his hollow chest with the joy her gift brought him.

From:

fondofapples

As he unwrapped it, the faint flutter of nerves in her belly swelled until she thought she'd take it back from him and open it herself just to kill the suspense of whether he would like it, whether it had been the right choice. Especially when he fussed at the inner tissue paper, uncertain, she thought she'd vomit her heart from her chest. It had never been so important, never mattered at all, as long as the gift was reasonably appropriate...

Finally a smile broke the consternation and that passed over into wonder and she let out a breath, putting one hand on her stomach to calm it. "Shush, you," she murmured, laughing, at the compliment, and then teased, "The other alternative wasn't something you could show off," and ran her fingers up the length of his cock.

She met his kiss with her own, equally tender, but a little less slow as her fingers swept up his belly to his chest and tossed a quick glance toward her phone resting by the pillows where she could see time was getting tight.