Lilith snorted a little. "I've never been into fisting even as a concept. Nothing to worry about there." The levity had her flush disappearing and she nodded, glad that she could, in a sense, pleasure Rowan like she would another woman. It took a level of complication away (one she'd have been willing to overcome if present) and familiarity certainly made it so she wasn't going to have to stop or break up a moment with an awkward question.
She ran her hand through their hair again, getting a bit of a grip and giving a tug. "I don't doubt I can. Also, you don't need to use the dam with me unless you want to. It's not like I can get or be sick with the regeneration." At least normal sicknesses; magical ones were a different situation. "And unless you want me to use it with you, I'm not going to; I want to feel you directly."
"Good, 'cos I hate the bloody things. But it's only fair if I have one for other people, if I'm going to have a condom, you know?" Rowan closes their eyes as she runs her fingers through their hair, letting out a soft noise as she tugs. They move with it a little, head tilting. "You don't have to use it with me neither."
They open their eyes again and smile at her, pulling out of the hold on their hair to lean in and close the gap between them. Their hands come to rest on her hips, holding her softly for now, as they kiss her again, this time along her jaw. "Anything else you want to know, or I should?"
Humming pleasantly, eyes falling half-closed, Lilith tilted her head back a little. "Hmm... I don't think so," she murmured, a hand coming to rest on the back of Rowan's neck. "I don't have to hide what I am with you, so expect transformation of my eyes eventually. They can be a bit unsettling this close," she said, dropping her head down to steal a kiss from their lips.
"Oh, do I need to worry about dominance shit if I take my teeth to your neck? I do bite," she said as she pulled back and then took a moment to flick her tongue across Rowan's lips.
Rowan laughs at that, chasing her lips, and claiming one of their own. "No fear, I'm too homid to bring that shit into the bedroom. Bite away." They nip her lip softly, then drop down to press kisses along her throat.
"What about you?" It feels kind of weird to ask, a reminder that they're about to sleep with another werewolf. But she's so clearly not garou, it still doesn't feel like breaking the litany, even if there was ever a chance of pregnancy here, which on so many levels there isn't.
Tilting her head back, Lilith let Rowan at her neck as much as they wanted, running her hand up through their hair. "Definitely not a problem," she breathed out. If there was blood drawn, she might stop to make sure everything was okay, but her regeneration meant the only thing of concern was magic, and Rowan certainly wasn't going to be using any of that.
Humming in pleasure, Lilith's other hand drifted down their back on a mission to get up underneath Rowan's top. She'd gone that whole time in the tent without touching; she needed to now.
Well, since Lilith says it so nicely... Rowan parts their lips to graze their teeth over soft skin, not biting down yet, just teasing with warm breath and slight pressure.
There’s nothing to stop her from sliding her hands under their top, once she finds the end of the over sized shirt that hangs over an equally baggy T-shirt. Rowan presses into her eagerly, encouraging her exploration, their own hand trailing down her side, feeling out the curves of her body.
Still wearing the clothing the fae were providing her, there wasn't a whole lot between Rowan's touch and her body. Unlike Rowan, whom Lilith felt was wearing far too many clothes for this. If she didn't understand why they wore layers of baggy clothing, she'd comment on it. Instead, she diligently worked underneath the layers and smoothed her hand over bare skin on around up their back.
Pulling Rowan close, Lilith hummed and hooked a leg about them. Just to get that much more. Fingers massaging the back of Rowan's head, they slipped down to their nape, teasing her nails up and down the length.
Her fingers over their skin are intoxicating, and Rowan leans into her eagerly, pressing their bodies together. The way her nails trace hot lines doesn't help, and Rowan shivers under the attention, closing their eyes for a moment.
They drop one hand to the leg draped around them, stroking along her thigh and taking a hold of her hip as they lap at the base of her throat. Then, with a huff of warm breath over her skin, they return to her lips, chasing another kiss. And at the same time, the hand that was meandering down her side slips under her shirt to return the same journey, but this time skin to skin.
Another couple kisses and caressing of bare skin had Lilith wanting more. Deepening the kiss, she grabbed Rowan's hair and used it to hold them there as she tried to steal their breath. When she pulled back to let the other werewolf get some air, Lilith chuckled and tried to pull all the layers Rowan had on their top off at once.
"These need to go before I decide to rip them off you."
The tug on their hair has them moaning into the kiss, letting Lilith win this fight between them. But they don't mind so much, fighting back anyway.
And when she goes for their shirts, Rowan chuckles as well, wiggling a little in her grasp, but then shifting to help her free them from them. Luckily, they're used to pulling everything off in one go, so it's not difficult for them to slip out from under them, exposing their chest to her wandering hands. Their own hands drop to the hem of her shirt and pull on it in turn. "Fair's fair, though." They insist, but wait just a moment to check that she's okay with it before going too far.
Lilith unceremoniously tossed the shirts onto the floor and easily allowed Rowan to pull hers up and off with a hum of assent. She had a simple light green bra on underneath as she still wore the clothing provided by the fae. Aside from her swimwear and a few other things, she hasn't bothered getting anything else.
She had to push her hair back out of her face before sliding both hands up Rowan's sides to their breasts. Cupping them, she let her thumbs brush over the centers as she pressed her lips to their neck, pressing slow kisses to it.
Chucking Lilith's shirt aside as well, Rowan takes a moment to admire her form while she moves her hair out of the way. But it doesn't last long; it's hard to concentrate with her hands going straight for their chest. They whimper, pressing up into her hands eagerly, their sensitive nipples hardening quickly under her thumbs.
Reaching up with one hand, they sweep her hair back further so they can reach her ear, grazing their teeth over the curve of it. Their hand sweeps through her hair, the other wrapping around her to stroke up her back until they find the catch of her bra. It's not as smooth as it might be one handed, but they manage to undo it. Then they follow the curve back round, thumb just underneath the now loose bra, feeling the shape of her breasts, still exploring, discovering her body.
Lips press kisses, teeth grazing a little, Lilith continued to tease Rowan's nipples until the tension in her bra loosened. Feeling that hand slide along the curve of her breast, she left the nipples be for the moment and smoothed her hands over breasts to their sides. With a little growl and a tightened grip, Lilith pressed them onto their back with herself overtop still working at their neck.
And then she pulled back, sitting up so she could free herself from the bra. Tossed off the bed with the rest of the clothing thus far, Lilith ran her hands through her hair with a slightly arched back to let Rowan get a good look at her before she dropped back down, almost pouncing, to kiss them hungrily.
Rowan chuckles as Lilith shows off, but they're admiring her at the same time, eagerly reaching out to pull her into them. Why not? If you have it, flaunt it. One arm wraps around her shoulders, holding her close, but the other they slip between them to cup her breast properly, thumb brushing over her nipple in turn.
Taking of their more stable position, they lift a leg to press it between hers, grinding their thigh up against her core. They have no intention of letting her have all the fun. And when the kiss breaks, they smirk at her. "Going to gobble me up?" They ask, pinching the nipple that was under their thumb lightly.
Ooo that thigh was nice. Lilith slowly rocked her hips to take full advantage of its presence with some nice frottage. She hummed and chuckled into their kiss, nipple perking up at the attention, before nipping at Rowan's bottom lip.
"Nah... I want to take my time savoring such a tasty meal," she replied with a little growl. Her head dropped down to press kisses and nips at their neck and slowly worked her way down their collarbone.
Rowan groans, enjoying the way that she rocks against them. It makes them hungry to flip her over and bury their face where their thigh is currently residing - but at the same time, with Lilith's lips trailing along their body staying right where they are is equally attractive. So they split the difference, slowly rocking against her, keeping up the encouraging friction as they arch up into her with an eager moan.
"In that case, please don't stop playing with your food." They chuckle, but there's a hitch to their voice, a flush of arousal starting to spread across their chest. And they don't stop playing with her boobs either; they want to take advantage while they can, in case she intends to move down and out of reach.
It was exhilarating to have Rowan beneath her with the heat radiating off their body to match that which was between her legs. She continued to rock her hips and grind against Rowan's knee to enjoy it as much as she could, along with the fingers teasing her nipples. It was tempting to stay there, kissing Rowan's collarbone and neck, forever but she had never been a patient hunter. The moment she could strike, she did, and such tended to carry over into sex.
But still, she lingered a little longer, breath heavy against their neck, before pulling away and sliding down. Lips graced the curve of breast as she slid down Rowan's body along their thigh until she could curl her back and flick her tongue over a nipple while still maintaining pressure against Rowan's leg. "Mmm," she hummed as she sucked the nipple into her mouth.
"O-oh fuck!" Rowan swears, arching up into Lilith's mouth as she shifts down to start teasing their nipples with it. They're almost too sensitive for this sort of attention, their breath starting to get a little ragged as they squirm under her.
Shifting one hand, they tangle it up in her hair, stroking and then tugging on it, pulling her down and pushing back up into her at the same time. Their other hand continues to hunt for sensitive spots over her chest, alternating between gently cupping and squeezing and bathing the nipple with attention. And they don't let up the pressure with their knee, either, rutting up into her, trying to give her some of the pleasure that she's currently giving them.
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She ran her hand through their hair again, getting a bit of a grip and giving a tug. "I don't doubt I can. Also, you don't need to use the dam with me unless you want to. It's not like I can get or be sick with the regeneration." At least normal sicknesses; magical ones were a different situation. "And unless you want me to use it with you, I'm not going to; I want to feel you directly."
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They open their eyes again and smile at her, pulling out of the hold on their hair to lean in and close the gap between them. Their hands come to rest on her hips, holding her softly for now, as they kiss her again, this time along her jaw. "Anything else you want to know, or I should?"
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"Oh, do I need to worry about dominance shit if I take my teeth to your neck? I do bite," she said as she pulled back and then took a moment to flick her tongue across Rowan's lips.
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"What about you?" It feels kind of weird to ask, a reminder that they're about to sleep with another werewolf. But she's so clearly not garou, it still doesn't feel like breaking the litany, even if there was ever a chance of pregnancy here, which on so many levels there isn't.
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Humming in pleasure, Lilith's other hand drifted down their back on a mission to get up underneath Rowan's top. She'd gone that whole time in the tent without touching; she needed to now.
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There’s nothing to stop her from sliding her hands under their top, once she finds the end of the over sized shirt that hangs over an equally baggy T-shirt. Rowan presses into her eagerly, encouraging her exploration, their own hand trailing down her side, feeling out the curves of her body.
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Pulling Rowan close, Lilith hummed and hooked a leg about them. Just to get that much more. Fingers massaging the back of Rowan's head, they slipped down to their nape, teasing her nails up and down the length.
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They drop one hand to the leg draped around them, stroking along her thigh and taking a hold of her hip as they lap at the base of her throat. Then, with a huff of warm breath over her skin, they return to her lips, chasing another kiss. And at the same time, the hand that was meandering down her side slips under her shirt to return the same journey, but this time skin to skin.
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"These need to go before I decide to rip them off you."
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And when she goes for their shirts, Rowan chuckles as well, wiggling a little in her grasp, but then shifting to help her free them from them. Luckily, they're used to pulling everything off in one go, so it's not difficult for them to slip out from under them, exposing their chest to her wandering hands. Their own hands drop to the hem of her shirt and pull on it in turn. "Fair's fair, though." They insist, but wait just a moment to check that she's okay with it before going too far.
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She had to push her hair back out of her face before sliding both hands up Rowan's sides to their breasts. Cupping them, she let her thumbs brush over the centers as she pressed her lips to their neck, pressing slow kisses to it.
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Reaching up with one hand, they sweep her hair back further so they can reach her ear, grazing their teeth over the curve of it. Their hand sweeps through her hair, the other wrapping around her to stroke up her back until they find the catch of her bra. It's not as smooth as it might be one handed, but they manage to undo it. Then they follow the curve back round, thumb just underneath the now loose bra, feeling the shape of her breasts, still exploring, discovering her body.
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And then she pulled back, sitting up so she could free herself from the bra. Tossed off the bed with the rest of the clothing thus far, Lilith ran her hands through her hair with a slightly arched back to let Rowan get a good look at her before she dropped back down, almost pouncing, to kiss them hungrily.
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Taking of their more stable position, they lift a leg to press it between hers, grinding their thigh up against her core. They have no intention of letting her have all the fun. And when the kiss breaks, they smirk at her. "Going to gobble me up?" They ask, pinching the nipple that was under their thumb lightly.
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"Nah... I want to take my time savoring such a tasty meal," she replied with a little growl. Her head dropped down to press kisses and nips at their neck and slowly worked her way down their collarbone.
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"In that case, please don't stop playing with your food." They chuckle, but there's a hitch to their voice, a flush of arousal starting to spread across their chest. And they don't stop playing with her boobs either; they want to take advantage while they can, in case she intends to move down and out of reach.
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But still, she lingered a little longer, breath heavy against their neck, before pulling away and sliding down. Lips graced the curve of breast as she slid down Rowan's body along their thigh until she could curl her back and flick her tongue over a nipple while still maintaining pressure against Rowan's leg. "Mmm," she hummed as she sucked the nipple into her mouth.
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Shifting one hand, they tangle it up in her hair, stroking and then tugging on it, pulling her down and pushing back up into her at the same time. Their other hand continues to hunt for sensitive spots over her chest, alternating between gently cupping and squeezing and bathing the nipple with attention. And they don't let up the pressure with their knee, either, rutting up into her, trying to give her some of the pleasure that she's currently giving them.