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NEIL BLAIR
Black Fire of the Night Dragon
Kingslayer
Dragon Mage

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Re: 11/1 - an hour before dawn

[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.

Re: 11/1 - an hour before dawn

[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.

Re: 11/1 - an hour before dawn

[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.

Re: 11/1 - an hour before dawn

[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.

Re: 11/1 - an hour before dawn

[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."

Re: 11/1 - an hour before dawn

[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.

Re: 11/1 - an hour before dawn

[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."

Re: 11/1 - an hour before dawn

[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."

Re: 11/1 - an hour before dawn

[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."

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Re: 11/1 - an hour before dawn

[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.

Re: 11/1 - an hour before dawn

[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.

Re: 11/1 - an hour before dawn

[hellorhighwater]

Neil would have snickered at her teasing, but when she ran her fingers over his length he forgot humor as her touch stole his breath, even if his body wasn’t yet ready to meet that fresh lance of desire she kindled in him. Catching her wrist, he drew her hand to his lips, pressing a kiss against the heel of her palm before nipping it with a playful rake of his teeth.

“Color me intrigued.” He teased back, releasing her hand and shifting onto his back so he could more easily negotiate the clasp of the bracelet, putting it on without hesitation. There was a subtle little thrill to the cool weight of it against his skin, but there was far more joy to the sight of it there on his wrist: her gift to him. His first gift.

Rolling his head towards her, he spied the way she checked the time and smiled, rolling towards her again to kiss her shoulder.

“Let’s clean up and dress. Quickly.” He murmured. “The sun’ll be up soon.”

Re: 11/1 - an hour before dawn

[fondofapples]

"Quickly, but first..." She held out her hand for his, the weight of the moment heavy on her lungs. "Let me see." It was phrased as a request, but Regina didn't think she could move from the bed without running her fingers over his wrist and the new bracelet together. Like him when he bit her and couldn't stop running his fingers over the mark, at once possessive and adoring.

The rest could wait until later--the sexy teasing, the playtime, the champagne, making love, kissing him and being kissed until they both looked like they'd been eating cherry popsicles, lying on his chest with his hands in her hair talking about nothing and everything, just being together... it could wait until they'd buried the box, and before that, until she saw and touched the proof of their love on his wrist.

Re: 11/1 - an hour before dawn

[hellorhighwater]

The request that came with the offer of her hand stopped Neil's heart pleasantly for just a second. For one brief moment, the cool metal link of the bracelet felt heavier on his wrist--a pleasant weight, a reminder that warmed his soul as readily as it sent a tiny frission of pleasure up his spine.

A reminder that he belonged to her...and so did his heart.

So his smile was soft, filled with tenderness, even as deep brown eyes went nearly black with passion as he reached out to lay his hand in hers...then slid his fingers up to curl around her arm, all but laying his wrist over her open palm.

Re: 11/1 - an hour before dawn

[fondofapples]

Once again, she couldn't resist the pull of softness in his eyes, especially coupled with so evident passion, and cupped her hand to his jaw in appreciation. But her gaze strayed quickly to his wrist laid out across her hand with the same, perfect willingness that he offered his body to her control. Her fingers trembled as they read the surface of the bracelet and his skin beside and beneath.

She wouldn't be so blunt as to say the Mine that she was thinking, but when she bent her head to lay a kiss where metal touched skin, it was only marginally more subtle. Both voice and eyes sparked with wry self-awareness as she pushed away from him, at last rising to her feet. "Don't let me chafe your wrist with running my fingers over that."

Re: 11/1 - an hour before dawn

[hellorhighwater]

"I promise absolutely nothin'." he snickered, making no move to get up so he could just sit for a moment and watch her get out of bed, gaze roving unashamedly over her nude body with that same mixture of love and lust in his expression, with that weight of her gift on his wrist. He liked the way it felt, liked that hungry, possessive flash in her eyes beneath the glint of something very close to humor.

He gave himself about five seconds just to lounge, to stare, then shifted to her side of the bed and swung his legs to the floor. Reaching out, he caught her bare hip and pulled her close, just wrapping his arms around her and pressing his face against her sternum for a moment to breathe her in--warm skin, subtle hints of sweat and sex, that little something else that was light and elegant and Regina.

"Mmmmmm...think if I prayed really hard, the Goddess would keep her Sky Maker busy an extra hour or two so we could fuck again?" he mumbled rhetorically against her skin before releasing her and rising to his feet with a grin. Regarding his new gift for a moment, he considered it, then waved a hand over it with a couple of muttered words in the dragon tongue. Fire flashed in his pupils, as it always did when he cast one of his spells, and the bracelet glowed like coals for a moment before the light faded.

Perfect--now water couldn't do it harm. With a little extra magic, he could guarantee he'd never have to take it off if he didn't feel like it.

"C'mon, we'll save time if we clean up together." he murmured, leaning in to kiss her forehead.

Re: 11/1 - an hour before dawn

[fondofapples]

"Trust me, we'll fuck again," Regina replied, smile and smirk equally evident in her voice. But she did pull away to avoid the temptation to see how close they could cut it.

"Unless you want water for purification purposes, I could just--" She gestured with a hand to suggest the sort of prestidigitation that let her clean them up and dress them. Two separate spells, but both easily accomplished.

"I don't mind the shower obviously, but if you're worried about time..." Obviously they'd teleport, but she didn't know how much time he needed before dawn.

Re: 11/1 - an hour before dawn

[hellorhighwater]

As it always happened, the consideration she gave for his faith, the respect she had for what he believed and what he wanted to do made his chest so tight with emotion, it felt like his heart was still in there, and couldn't fit alongside the enormity of his love for her. Sometimes it was sweet, sometimes it hurt--and every single time, it made him smile as he tried to breathe around the simplicity of the miracle that was Regina Mills.

It also made him think, when all he wanted to do was follow his dick when it came to Regina...so he did, sucking on his teeth for a moment as he absently rubbed his chin.

"Spells are okay." he decided. There was no need for ritual purification--the whole thing was about letting the Sky Maker do the purifying. If anything, magic would get his attention, remind him of the Sun Goddess and further invoke his fury.

"Go for it. Ideally, the box should go in the ground just as the sky's getting color in it." he decided, letting his eyes rake over her with open hunger as he smiled. "And the faster we bury the box, the faster we can get back in bed. Or in the shower. Or anywhere else with a lock on the door--basically, anywhere and any time I can get you bare-ass naked and make you forget your own name, but you already knew that."

Re: 11/1 - an hour before dawn

[fondofapples]

For the sake of the ritual, Regina glanced away, purposefully not noticing the burning lust in his eyes. She knew, but she forced herself to focus on the spells to clean them up.

The first was somewhat more finicky, for all that it was a simple magical effect. On occasion, when she used it on other people, it tried to remove body hair, or jewelry, so she cast it on herself first, and then reduced the area of effect and cast it several times to clean him up.

Wardrobing was simpler. She needed only think of some outfit he'd worn and recall it to him. Since they wouldn't be dressed long if she had anything to say about it, she went for simple and warm for both of them. And if her jeans happened to hug her hips a little more than was strictly necessary and her boot heels were high enough to scream sex, who could blame her?

"All right, love. Grab the box and tell me where we need to be."

Re: 11/1 - an hour before dawn

[hellorhighwater]

Neil definitely noticed the jeans and the heels--and the fact that the long sleeve henley she'd put him in was probably a size too small, showing off his shoulders and arms to good effect. She got a smile for her efforts...and, because he couldn't fucking resist, dragged her in for one more kiss, making it quick before he released her and summoned the box to him with a flash of fire.

"Just outside the courtyard." he declared, nodding his head towards the door. "There's a bare stretch near the drive that's perfect--not too dry to dig a little. It's gotta go into the earth itself, not just in the dirt."

Re: 11/1 - an hour before dawn

[fondofapples]

The caress of warm, velvety lips sent a curl of warmth through her, like steam rising off a mug of hot cocoa. Comforting, on the one hand, but all together decadent, on the other.

She passed a hand along his arm then over his abdomen as he released her, and as soon as the magics of his summoning faded, she tucked a hand in the back pocket of his jeans. What? She needed to be touching him to teleport them both!

Which she did, whisking them off to the spot he'd mentioned in a whirl of slinky purple smoke. And seeing the ground when they materialized, she quickly summoned a digging trowel from her garden shed and offered it to him. "Unless you want me to do it?"