Denying, but inviting Distraction

He groaned deeply as her fingers circled around him, her hips tilting to deepen each of his thrusts. Worry of hurting her never entered his mind, she was made for the sweet friction and tortuous dance they were driving to. Her legs were slick against his, and the elf grinned, eyes pinching closed as he fought against the oncoming high that would soon come with release.

Ruth’s head shook with her words, hips driving into her roughly as she taunted him with the fear of siring a brat. Not fuckin’ likely, he panted, Too good. A healer. For that mistake. Kids? Fuck no. There was always a risk, but a disgruntled wench hadn’t popped up trying to claim such in the years he had fucked his way around Thedas.

A hand reached around to tug harshly on a hardened nipple, the smirk across his face frayed before he began kneading the breast harshly, any attempt to prolong the delicious view underneath him.

Tilting his head, Ruth hummed in thought over her words. Her filthy mouth did, however, deserve to be filled but not by his cock. Instead Ruth’s hand reached over, fingers slipping over her lips to pump that warm hole in time with each thrust. Later. Because once wasn't going to be enough to sate and push the images and riling thoughts from his mind. Later I’ll let you suck and gorge yourself. You just. Wrap that pretty little tongue around these for now.

He wouldn't last much longer, even if the image of a certain dwarf sitting pretty on his lap couldn't quite leave his mind. The way Willie's core gripped him and her mouth worked over his digits begged to be filled and rewarded.

@Wilhelmina