[ Charles lowers them just shy of letting the wound at her shoulder touch the water, because even healing wounds can go angry when the water's too hot. Instead he eases her to one of the raised seats along the edge.
He sets her down on the seat carefully, and steps back like he's admiring her. For a moment, he does. Then he submerges, and comes up shaking water from his head, pushing his long hair back. ]
You're mine in moments like this, tigress. On land or at sea, you're mine, and I'm yours.
[ Then he slides close again, fitting himself firmly between her legs as he presses her mouth open for a deep kiss. ]
[ He makes a wordless sound of complete agreement, before he kisses her again and slides his wet hands up her back, and into her hair. He does it again, scooping up handfuls of water, because he likes the feeling of her hair going from soft to slick under his touch. ]
Does anything still hurt?
[ Even as he says it, he's kissing her again, and his hands slide down her back to her hips, pulling her more firmly against him. His rough fingertips follow the stripes on her back, like he's massaging the last few days off her skin. ]
[She dips her head back, to help soak her hair, and closes her eyes at how much she likes the touch of his hands on her back. She hums a little, reaching to put her hand on his hair, to rub it between her fingers.]
Some pain, in my shoulder. A little where the bullet wounds were.
Best treat me like I'm precious.
[She spreads her legs a little, already distracted by his body, her breath catching just a little bit.]
[ She is precious. He'll clean every inch of her with his own hands so that he can tell if she so much as twitches in a way that doesn't feel good.
Charles leans in again and presses the barest kiss to the corner of her mouth, his hands following the path she mentions as gently as if she's made of glass. Then his grip firms up on her at her waist, and he fits his hips in snugly between her thighs, sinking just a little in the water, feeling the softness of her cunt against his stomach.
Moments later, his hands slip down along her sides and up to her breasts, giving them both a thorough massage right down to the bead of each nipple, and then he lifts her up by the waist just enough to bring one to his mouth, sucking the wetness from her tits. ]
[She hums a little, feeling heat coil through her body as he fits himself against her, as his hands and mouth are on her breasts. She reaches to run a hand through his wet hair, down his shoulder, and down the length of his body. She finds a nipple and twists, and when he looks up at her she grins, mischief in that little hidden dimple.]
Keep going.
[She leans down to catch his mouth in a kiss; this is the kind of soft encounter they only have after they've been together again, and maybe it's nice - very nice - to have someone touch her like she could be made of glass now and then.]
[ He growls with her nipple in his mouth when she teases his, his cock already stiff but easy enough to ignore for now, even with her fingers sending lightning bolts straight to it. His mouth comes off with a pop, and nearly purrs into the kiss, his hands leaving her breasts to slide down her stomach. ]
If you say so.
[ With the water around them, it's so easy to slip his arms underneath her thighs and draw her up higher out of the water, sinking lower as he does to trail kisses down her stomach, to the water line. Slowly, he draws back, and guides her with him, until he's lifting her legs up over his shoulders, keeping her buoyant. ]
[She has to let go, leaning her head against the edge of the bath, and her hips coming up. She's a long line, her hand trailing down her stomach and to her breast, to the one he was growling around. Her thumb plays over her nipple, tracing over her tit.
She can't help it; they're fun to play with, soft and smooth and fun to toy with, her eyes focused on Charles' face.]
Nice view?
[She's giggling a little, enjoying the way he's touching her.]
[ All things considered, he's still gentle with her; every touch is slow, every movement steady, barely so much as splashing water over the side of the bath. But it's a lot of sensation at once nevertheless.
Charles kisses the inside of her thighs, one side and then the other, his beard tickling the soft skin as he works his way inward. His progress is slow both because he's careful, and because he can't stop watching her, hypnotized by the sight of her playing with her breast, the way her gaze meets his along the length of her body.
Still moving nice and slow, his hands follow the curve of her ass and slide up her back again. ]
[Every movement is steady, every single touch perfect and careful and caring, and she just wants him to press his mouth to her already. But at the time time, she's enjoying the rasp of his beard, the way his eyes are focused on her like she's made of sugar and he's a starving man.
She runs her hand over her other breast, teasing the nipple into hardness, and takes a long, shuddering breath.]
Yes.
Are you going to put your mouth on my cunt, or just one of those rough calluses you have on your thumb? Run it over me until I'm so hot I might boil the water over?
[She's very careful with how she speaks, because this kind of thing can go many ways. Today it's a tease; she wants him hard and willing and wanting, but he has to be cautious with her still. There's a bullet wound on her leg, on the outside, near where his hands are now, and he can probably feel the divot.]
[ Although their relationship is a balance of wills that had to be mastered quickly, it's rare that Charles actively submits to her, even if he's more willing to do so. She's been known to get feisty when he puts the reins entirely in her hands.
But there's only so feisty she can get while she's healing.
He presses one more kiss just above her pussy, and then rubs the spot with his fingers, as if he's cleaning it off her. ]
Do you want my fingers, or my tongue? Or, maybe there's something else you want instead. Go on. [ The water ripples her, just a little, as he shifts. ] Whatever it is, I'll do it.
[She kicks a little, but mostly in excitement and mostly to tease.]
Don’t lie, lion.
[She likes certain acts he won’t indulge in and largely that’s okay. She tips her head a bit to look at him.]
I want you to sit on the edge, here, and I want to take your cock in my mouth.
[Its not like he would ever say no to that, but there’s that dimple of hers, mischief personified. She may be offering him her mouth but she’ll be the one in control.]
[ At first, the only thing he does is give her a thoughtful sort of look, his fingers skimming along her legs just under the water. But then he smirks a little bit, and turns his head to nuzzle her thigh. ]
If you say so.
[ Carefully, he helps her lower her legs again, sliding back up alongside her on the raised bench under the water. Then Charles stands up on it, the water streaming off of him and his fully hard cock as he takes his seat on the edge of the pool. ]
[She watches him; the hunger is clear in how she watches the water drip off him, off the taut skin and muscle of his abs and thighs, off his cock. Her hands skim up his legs.]
I think I owe you a bit of an apology for scaring you.
[She presses a kiss to the inside of his knee, her fingers tracing the outside of his leg, and she traces her mouth up his leg.]
Then I'll let you press your hand against me until I come apart in your arms.
[She nuzzles her cheek right against the soft skin of his cock, and her tail unspools, flicking in the water back and forth as she licks a long stripe up the length of him.]
[ Well, fuck. It's not like he had reservations to begin with, but when she starts talking like that it really is impossible to resist. He loves being looked at like she wants to devour him. There are worse ways to go. ]
...fair enough.
[ With a low, relaxing sigh, Charles tips his head forward, tensing just a little bit at that first lick. His hand slides into her hair and down her back, loosely detangling it, and then the glimpse of her tail brings a slow grin to his mouth.
It makes him lean further, following the curve of her back to the base of her tail, where his fingers slip into her fur and then draw the length of her tail back up. ]
[She licks up another stripe, and flicks her eyes up at him.]
It's just my tail.
[She flicks it again, curling it around his fingers, and she takes him into her mouth, the head of his cock against the soft inside of her cheek. He likes the way she looks at him and she likes the way he feels in her mouth, the heaviness of him and the bitter-salty taste.
Her hands come up to the crease of his hips, her thumbs up pressing up and in. He has a direct sightline down the tattooed expanse of her back, all the way to where her body shifts in slow, strange increments.
Her good hand moves to the base of his cock, so that she can keep a grip on him as she sucks.]
[ He makes a vaguely skeptical noise, but it's only teasing, and he certainly isn't complaining about it. Vane tips his head back this time, with another low sigh when she takes him into her mouth.
It would be so easy and luxurious to just lean back and let her work, but he can't take his eyes off of her for long. Not when the candlelight catches every drop of moisture on her back like jewels, and the tattooed stripes almost seem to move under her skin, and the tip of her tail coils around his wrist in a way that might not even be intentional, he can't tell.
He lets out a sound that rumbles through his body. ]
[She curls her tongue a little and chuffs, pleased with his noises and pleased with how happy he seems. Or maybe happy isn't the right word. Peaceful. Pleased. Aroused. Smelling thickly of pleasure. She loves the way he smells, like the ocean and sweat and her.
And a little, right now, of rosewater. They put rosewater in her bath, and so now he smells even more like her.
She works her tongue over him, reaching to take his hand and putting it on the back of her neck, her eyes flicking up to watch him, to see the way his blue eyes focus on him.
She moves again, tries to take as much of his cock as she can, and then working back up until just her lips are over the head, a smile twisting the corner of her mouth.]
[ As soon as his hand settles on the back of her neck, he kneads his fingers in, drawing them up almost like he's running them through fur. But then the possessive weight settles, cupping just enough to suggest he'd stop her if she tried to pull away, because she just feels so fucking good.
But his hand stays relaxed, and his head tips back further, until he's reclining on one elbow and it's her turn to look at him from the length of his body.
Charles doesn't hold back the deep sound of his moans of pleasure, but they're cut short when she swallows his cock as every muscle goes tense. It takes him a second to relax even after she draws off to tease the head, and his breath catches, fingers flexing on the back of her neck. ]
[She doubts he wants an answer. She doubts he wants her to move her mouth anywhere away from him right now. But there is something too beautiful about him, the long length of his body, the strength in him. Daphne, like most Khan, is attracted to strength, physical and emotional, and Charles has it in spades. Strength of will.
She takes a moment before she gives him an answer, lapping the tip of his cock with a broad, flat tongue, letting him see the pleasure that she takes from this act. Her eyes close to slits, her mouth shifts just a little - fangs, tongue - and she shows those off, too, before she swallows him down as much as she can, letting him feel the sharpness of her teeth, dangerous but never that dangerous.
When they were in Nassau, someone - to this day Daphne doesn't know who, it might have been one of Charles' men, known for being wild - thought that she was an easy target. They got her on her knees, and she was half-asleep, dazed, absolutely horrified anyone would touch her this way.
She shifted her teeth and bit his prick off, and that was when Jack, Anne, and Charles, hearing the commotion on the beach, came in. She was covered in blood, savage, spitting out hunks of flesh, and Charles, seeing the wildness, barely knowing her, held out his hands. It'll be done, he said, as he knelt down next to her and watched as she swore in a language that none of them spoke.
She doesn't know - or care - what happened to that man. She suspects someone killed him, or maybe he jumped into the sea. But she knows that when she brings teeth into the equation, Charles knows that she's done it before, and knows, too, that she would never do it to him.]
[ It's the look of her pleasure that gets to him, almost as much as the edge of teeth. Charles knows that Daphne would never hurt him, not even with an accidental shift, but it doesn't stop his breath from hitching when her fangs scrap the side of his cock, somehow hot and cool at the same time.
It keeps him still beneath her... mostly. His back still arches, a tremor running through him underneath her hands and mouth. Fuck. ]
[He says that's my girl and for some reason she can't quite understand, that's what makes her whimper, a high and needy noise that she can't control. How is this man real, and how is he hers?
She presses him further down, breathing through her nose, eyes fixed on how he's arching his body. The sharpness of her fang moves just against his cock, teasing, and then she moves her teeth away and out of where it might do damage as she swallows him down.
Oh.
Her eyes flutter closed so she can concentrate, and oh.]
His grip on her neck goes tight, and he throws his head back with a shameless groan and nothing else to warn her of how close he suddenly is to the edge.
It's all he can do not to thrust upward, though the delicate caress of her teeth helped to remind him of that, when just a glimpse of the look on her face makes him come, hard, his hips shuddering with the effort of staying still. He groans again, long and guttural, and again, when the last pulse goes through his cock. ]
[She swallows, pleased, and watches him finish, watches him groan and shudder and come right into her mouth.
She kisses his thigh, presses her head against the spot, just for a moment. She's quiet as she lets him catch his breath, and then after a moment she presses another kiss to his thigh, shifting back and crawling up out of the water and into his lap, practically purring for this.
She leans to kiss him on the mouth.]
My lion.
[She looks so pleased.]
I love the way you look at me when you come. Like I'm the entire world.
[ It actually does take a minute for his head to clear enough to push himself slowly up again, and when he does so, he quickly finds her waiting for him.
Charles gathers Daphne into his arms and kisses her back, with more hunger than might be expected after the way she just made him come. His hands slide around her waist and up her back, and then one of them drops down, between her legs. ]
You are the world, tigress.
[ The end of all things. He'll either die with her or for her, whenever his time truly comes. The trade is still worth it. And he kisses her again, hooking two fingers inside her, curving into her warm cunt while his thumb rolls over her clit. ]
I love the way you close your eyes when you suck my cock. Like it makes you so wet to do it.
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He sets her down on the seat carefully, and steps back like he's admiring her. For a moment, he does. Then he submerges, and comes up shaking water from his head, pushing his long hair back. ]
You're mine in moments like this, tigress. On land or at sea, you're mine, and I'm yours.
[ Then he slides close again, fitting himself firmly between her legs as he presses her mouth open for a deep kiss. ]
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I'm always yours.
[It's important he remembers that. Land, sea, moments like this or any moment at all. When they're apart or together.
She pulls him in so that she's pressed up against him, one leg coming to hook behind his, hands on his face.]
I want your hands on me. All of me.
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Does anything still hurt?
[ Even as he says it, he's kissing her again, and his hands slide down her back to her hips, pulling her more firmly against him. His rough fingertips follow the stripes on her back, like he's massaging the last few days off her skin. ]
I need to know if I have to treat you gently.
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Some pain, in my shoulder. A little where the bullet wounds were.
Best treat me like I'm precious.
[She spreads her legs a little, already distracted by his body, her breath catching just a little bit.]
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Charles leans in again and presses the barest kiss to the corner of her mouth, his hands following the path she mentions as gently as if she's made of glass. Then his grip firms up on her at her waist, and he fits his hips in snugly between her thighs, sinking just a little in the water, feeling the softness of her cunt against his stomach.
Moments later, his hands slip down along her sides and up to her breasts, giving them both a thorough massage right down to the bead of each nipple, and then he lifts her up by the waist just enough to bring one to his mouth, sucking the wetness from her tits. ]
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Keep going.
[She leans down to catch his mouth in a kiss; this is the kind of soft encounter they only have after they've been together again, and maybe it's nice - very nice - to have someone touch her like she could be made of glass now and then.]
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If you say so.
[ With the water around them, it's so easy to slip his arms underneath her thighs and draw her up higher out of the water, sinking lower as he does to trail kisses down her stomach, to the water line. Slowly, he draws back, and guides her with him, until he's lifting her legs up over his shoulders, keeping her buoyant. ]
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She can't help it; they're fun to play with, soft and smooth and fun to toy with, her eyes focused on Charles' face.]
Nice view?
[She's giggling a little, enjoying the way he's touching her.]
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[ All things considered, he's still gentle with her; every touch is slow, every movement steady, barely so much as splashing water over the side of the bath. But it's a lot of sensation at once nevertheless.
Charles kisses the inside of her thighs, one side and then the other, his beard tickling the soft skin as he works his way inward. His progress is slow both because he's careful, and because he can't stop watching her, hypnotized by the sight of her playing with her breast, the way her gaze meets his along the length of her body.
Still moving nice and slow, his hands follow the curve of her ass and slide up her back again. ]
Still with me, tigress?
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She runs her hand over her other breast, teasing the nipple into hardness, and takes a long, shuddering breath.]
Yes.
Are you going to put your mouth on my cunt, or just one of those rough calluses you have on your thumb? Run it over me until I'm so hot I might boil the water over?
[She's very careful with how she speaks, because this kind of thing can go many ways. Today it's a tease; she wants him hard and willing and wanting, but he has to be cautious with her still. There's a bullet wound on her leg, on the outside, near where his hands are now, and he can probably feel the divot.]
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[ Although their relationship is a balance of wills that had to be mastered quickly, it's rare that Charles actively submits to her, even if he's more willing to do so. She's been known to get feisty when he puts the reins entirely in her hands.
But there's only so feisty she can get while she's healing.
He presses one more kiss just above her pussy, and then rubs the spot with his fingers, as if he's cleaning it off her. ]
Do you want my fingers, or my tongue? Or, maybe there's something else you want instead. Go on. [ The water ripples her, just a little, as he shifts. ] Whatever it is, I'll do it.
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Don’t lie, lion.
[She likes certain acts he won’t indulge in and largely that’s okay. She tips her head a bit to look at him.]
I want you to sit on the edge, here, and I want to take your cock in my mouth.
[Its not like he would ever say no to that, but there’s that dimple of hers, mischief personified. She may be offering him her mouth but she’ll be the one in control.]
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If you say so.
[ Carefully, he helps her lower her legs again, sliding back up alongside her on the raised bench under the water. Then Charles stands up on it, the water streaming off of him and his fully hard cock as he takes his seat on the edge of the pool. ]
But I thought I was the one taking care of you.
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I think I owe you a bit of an apology for scaring you.
[She presses a kiss to the inside of his knee, her fingers tracing the outside of his leg, and she traces her mouth up his leg.]
Then I'll let you press your hand against me until I come apart in your arms.
[She nuzzles her cheek right against the soft skin of his cock, and her tail unspools, flicking in the water back and forth as she licks a long stripe up the length of him.]
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...fair enough.
[ With a low, relaxing sigh, Charles tips his head forward, tensing just a little bit at that first lick. His hand slides into her hair and down her back, loosely detangling it, and then the glimpse of her tail brings a slow grin to his mouth.
It makes him lean further, following the curve of her back to the base of her tail, where his fingers slip into her fur and then draw the length of her tail back up. ]
Didn't Priya warn you not to shift?
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It's just my tail.
[She flicks it again, curling it around his fingers, and she takes him into her mouth, the head of his cock against the soft inside of her cheek. He likes the way she looks at him and she likes the way he feels in her mouth, the heaviness of him and the bitter-salty taste.
Her hands come up to the crease of his hips, her thumbs up pressing up and in. He has a direct sightline down the tattooed expanse of her back, all the way to where her body shifts in slow, strange increments.
Her good hand moves to the base of his cock, so that she can keep a grip on him as she sucks.]
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It would be so easy and luxurious to just lean back and let her work, but he can't take his eyes off of her for long. Not when the candlelight catches every drop of moisture on her back like jewels, and the tattooed stripes almost seem to move under her skin, and the tip of her tail coils around his wrist in a way that might not even be intentional, he can't tell.
He lets out a sound that rumbles through his body. ]
God, Daphne, your mouth.
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And a little, right now, of rosewater. They put rosewater in her bath, and so now he smells even more like her.
She works her tongue over him, reaching to take his hand and putting it on the back of her neck, her eyes flicking up to watch him, to see the way his blue eyes focus on him.
She moves again, tries to take as much of his cock as she can, and then working back up until just her lips are over the head, a smile twisting the corner of her mouth.]
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But his hand stays relaxed, and his head tips back further, until he's reclining on one elbow and it's her turn to look at him from the length of his body.
Charles doesn't hold back the deep sound of his moans of pleasure, but they're cut short when she swallows his cock as every muscle goes tense. It takes him a second to relax even after she draws off to tease the head, and his breath catches, fingers flexing on the back of her neck. ]
What are you smiling about?
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She takes a moment before she gives him an answer, lapping the tip of his cock with a broad, flat tongue, letting him see the pleasure that she takes from this act. Her eyes close to slits, her mouth shifts just a little - fangs, tongue - and she shows those off, too, before she swallows him down as much as she can, letting him feel the sharpness of her teeth, dangerous but never that dangerous.
When they were in Nassau, someone - to this day Daphne doesn't know who, it might have been one of Charles' men, known for being wild - thought that she was an easy target. They got her on her knees, and she was half-asleep, dazed, absolutely horrified anyone would touch her this way.
She shifted her teeth and bit his prick off, and that was when Jack, Anne, and Charles, hearing the commotion on the beach, came in. She was covered in blood, savage, spitting out hunks of flesh, and Charles, seeing the wildness, barely knowing her, held out his hands. It'll be done, he said, as he knelt down next to her and watched as she swore in a language that none of them spoke.
She doesn't know - or care - what happened to that man. She suspects someone killed him, or maybe he jumped into the sea. But she knows that when she brings teeth into the equation, Charles knows that she's done it before, and knows, too, that she would never do it to him.]
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[ It's the look of her pleasure that gets to him, almost as much as the edge of teeth. Charles knows that Daphne would never hurt him, not even with an accidental shift, but it doesn't stop his breath from hitching when her fangs scrap the side of his cock, somehow hot and cool at the same time.
It keeps him still beneath her... mostly. His back still arches, a tremor running through him underneath her hands and mouth. Fuck. ]
That's my girl.
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She presses him further down, breathing through her nose, eyes fixed on how he's arching his body. The sharpness of her fang moves just against his cock, teasing, and then she moves her teeth away and out of where it might do damage as she swallows him down.
Oh.
Her eyes flutter closed so she can concentrate, and oh.]
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His grip on her neck goes tight, and he throws his head back with a shameless groan and nothing else to warn her of how close he suddenly is to the edge.
It's all he can do not to thrust upward, though the delicate caress of her teeth helped to remind him of that, when just a glimpse of the look on her face makes him come, hard, his hips shuddering with the effort of staying still. He groans again, long and guttural, and again, when the last pulse goes through his cock. ]
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She kisses his thigh, presses her head against the spot, just for a moment. She's quiet as she lets him catch his breath, and then after a moment she presses another kiss to his thigh, shifting back and crawling up out of the water and into his lap, practically purring for this.
She leans to kiss him on the mouth.]
My lion.
[She looks so pleased.]
I love the way you look at me when you come. Like I'm the entire world.
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Charles gathers Daphne into his arms and kisses her back, with more hunger than might be expected after the way she just made him come. His hands slide around her waist and up her back, and then one of them drops down, between her legs. ]
You are the world, tigress.
[ The end of all things. He'll either die with her or for her, whenever his time truly comes. The trade is still worth it. And he kisses her again, hooking two fingers inside her, curving into her warm cunt while his thumb rolls over her clit. ]
I love the way you close your eyes when you suck my cock. Like it makes you so wet to do it.
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