OOC: Some mature content cause Valia is a horrible, horrible girl
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Did she want to stop!? Of course not! Rage scorched through her blood, as did passion. After all, his kiss had been powerful and intoxicating and her hormones were raging, crying and screaming to be sated. Grabbing him by the half unbuttoned collar of his shirt, she dragged him away, collapsing into a nearby hay stack as her lips met hungrily to his again and again.
"What an ignorant comment!" she barked, pressing her lips against his fiercely as she twisted her face to one side. "Why would I want to stop?" Her pink eyes went to his,a nd they were brewing with rage and lust, her hands still gripping onto his clothing, her cheeks still glowing pink. "Now get ontop of me and show me what it means to be a man!"
She had waited her whole life for this moment, to finally let herself go all the way with a man. And Gabriel Coleridge was as handsome as any, those charming green eyes, the messy toss of his blonde hair, and the feel and look of his skin as she continued to work at his clothes. Once all of the buttons of his shirt were dealt with, she smoothed a hand across his chest, still kissing him, lips unyielding as she moaned.
God damn gloves!
She worked at taking them off, biting into the tips of the fingers and pulling, then tossing them carelessly aside. Now her hands roamed across his chest, feeling the warmth of his skin against her own as she pushed open his clothing and let her hands slip down his stomach, heading south.
And it didn't take long for the girl to find her hands undoing the last buttons of his pants before she grabbed onto the rim of them, hands tense and threatening to pull them down. But she hesitated, lips meeting hungrily and almost sweetly to his.
For a brief moment, fear chilled through her. Would it hurt? Would they be caught? What was it like? Would it be like those almost times before? Would she be able to walk afterwards? Would they make a mess? Would everyone know? Would she have to marry him afterwards? Would this ruin her family? Could they do this again?
And it was the fear that drove her to do it, her breath hitching at the back of her throat, her skirts still hiked up, though she spread her legs, guiding him to rest between them- and even though both parties were still mostly clothed, she found herself moaning and moving as if in the act to try to make love, she grinding upwards and pressing her hands onto his backside so that she could feel the swell that was threatening to spill out from his pants and take her.
Ah... sweet sixteen and somehow still a virgin!
What would her sister say to that!? To find out she had lost herself on her birthday evening- and in the stable no less! Ha! Kathryn's wild stories about a romp with the elusive 'King of Thieves' would seem tame compared to Valia's tales of running around wildly with the Coleridge boy.
And she had many plans for this if she liked where it was going-
after all, if he courted her-t hey could have fun each time they met..
In the gardens, int he study, in the library, in the cellar, in her room...
Oh, how scandalous! And it would make it all the more satisfying-
too bad for her, the almost sex part made her scream-
and she was moaning out, begging him and breathing him in as she captured him in a wild kiss.
"Gods, make love to me!" she shouted, holding onto him fierce, her hips still rolling beneath him. "I want to know how it feels! Show me that you are a man and make me scream!"
And Valia had no clue, except that a flame was set between her legs, her entire body on fire and she wanted nothing more than to have Gabriel Colerige fuck the living daylights out of her in that stinky old stable-
Too bad she was being rather noisy, and her breath hitched suddenly, hearing voices-
"Gods.." she held onto him suddenly, breathing against his lips. "Someone.." but she still kissed, still moved beneath him with need. "I think someone is coming.. we need to.." but she was only kissing, still kissing as her heart raced within her ears, hands still working to peel off his clothes. "We need to hide.. Gods, make me yours. Right now before I scream again."
But the sound of foot prints alerted her that they might not ever get that far-
someone would find them and find them soon. But fear and lust made her want this all the more, and reason had been thrown out the window. And if she didn't get some Gabriel Colerigde between her legs soon- as she had threatened- she WOULD scream! And let all of the duchy of Highheart hear it!
Thankfully the haystack they were laying upon was rather massive and recently stocked. If she was thinking clearly enough- oh but she was... and she gave Gabriel a tug as she began to squirm and sink deep inside the stack.
"We can hide in the hay," she panted, pulling him with her, swimming, stroking, pushing about the hay. "And while they're looking for us..." her teeth nibbled at his lips, her world soon becoming swallowed wiht the itchy warmth of the haystack- but Gods above!
Would it not be something to tell!
"You'll have to try to keep me quiet- Gods, Gabriel..." that was his name, wasn't it? Gabriel Coleridge!
She was going to have sex with Gabriel Coleridge! She could have screamed at the mere idea of it, but instead, she simply breathed hotly against him as the pair disappeared inside the stack of hay- just in time as she stilled suddenly, hugging Gabriel to her at the sudden clapping foot steps of boots on the stable floor.
"I thought I heard something," came a voice.
And Valia giggled, nearly snorting as the pair of them were tucked neatly away. Gods, this was so much fun. And as the man- or men, rather, began to look around a bit, her lips began to suck and nibble at Gabriel's neck. He tasted sweet, and smelled of musk and hay and animals and sweat. Mmmmm... what a treat.
During their shuffle haphazardly into the hay, she had somehow managed to slip off her panties, which, while they were trying to hide, she suddenly pressed the silky, pink laced things into his hand.
"What are you waiting for?"s he asked, breath hot on his ear as her tongue moved against it. Her fingers then moved to grip his pants, sliding them down; all the while there were still men walking through the stable- while the two teenagers were just about to get it on.