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[He slings her arms over the side of the railing and fastens them to the posts, far enough that she was forced to stay bent over, ass out over the banister. Totally exposed... with just enough room that she could crane her head to see him.

He steps back to examine his work.]

How does it feel?

[ exposed, but this is their space for them and only them—there's something deeply arousing about that which brings a flush to her features.

she turns her neck to glance back at him, eyes half-lidded. ]

...like I'm yours. So—perfect.

[He smiles, and slowly, suggestively, begins to unbutton his pants in view of her.]

Good. S'starting to feel tight in these...

[Enjoy the strip show, Shrike. As he slips out of his pants, the hard bulge in his boxers are very apparent.]

[ somehow it's possible for her to flush even darker, and she blinks back at him, through her white lashes, transfixed, though she manages to quirk a smile and quip— ]

I, ah—can't believe the most handsome man in the city is my husband...

[He runs his hand through her hair, none too gently pulling her braid apart and angling her head back.]

Aw, now you're just buttering me up. You must really want this, don't you...?

[Slipping a hand to his waistband, he starts to slide his boxers down, revealing his erect cock. Before she can reply, though, he steals a kiss from her lips, untangling from her hair and running that palm down the length of her naked back.]

Ah—!

[ she cries out as he tugs her braid apart—soon enough muffled by his lips, but she hums a pleased sound against his mouth as he runs a hand down her back—

she can feel that she's already slick, waiting for him; fuck, she really wants this a whole lot. ]

[He murmurs against her lips as he pulls away,]

Let's get you out of those pants.

[Both hands are trailing down her back now, around her hips. They unfasten her buttons and begin to slide beneath the fabric, before pulling them down to her knees.

As for her underwear, well... he trails a finger between her legs first, feeling the moisture already soaking into her panties.]

You're so wet already...

[ she shivers, and makes a small, needy gasp at his touch. ]

What... can I say, you’re—really going for all my weak points...

[He gets to his knees as he peels her panties down over her ass, puts his mouth to her lips and runs his tongue through the slit.]

Like that...?

Nnh, ah—

[ her knees buckle for just a split second at the stroke of his tongue, and she leans more heavily on the railing, pressing her hips lightly back against him. ]

L-like that.

[He chuckles, taking pity on her and sliding the rest of her pants and underwear off her legs - sparing no expense to feel up the gorgeous muscle of her thighs and calves as he did so.]

Just wanna taste you a little more...

[Holding on to one of her legs to keep her stable, he spreads her cheek with the other and begins to lap at her pussy, tongue snaking through her folds and inside of her.]

[ she helps step out of her pants, lightly kicking them to the side and—oh. oh.

a desperate moan escapes her lips, and she collapses against the railing, gripping the bars tightly as she arches to push her hips back against his tongue. ]

[The angle is different than what he's used to, so he ends up using that hand to feel under the fold to rediscover how to reach her clit. He alternates, sliding his tongue down and around it, and slipping it inside as he relishes the sound of desperation in her.]

[ every stroke, every probe and tease of his tongue elicits a breathless gasp, each one needier than the last. there's a tingling warmth spreading through her, and her toes curl into the cool grass. ]

Ah—Nero—

[He keeps going until her legs are trembling with need - and his own cock too, hungry to be inside her.

Both hands pull apart her asscheeks, fingers digging in to rake the skin as he gradually licks his way up her crack, pausing to circle his tongue over her sphincter before standing.]

You're so beautiful like this...

[ she'd be having trouble staying upright at all if she wasn't draped over the railing—his tongue feels so good, and she's sure she's dripping wet, but she still wants more, everything he can give her.

the direction he goes takes her a little by surprise, and she makes a quiet noise—he hasn't done that before—but it sends a shiver down her spine regardless, as she tries to catch her breath. ]

I—you... you make me feel beautiful, you know.

[He continues traveling up the length of her backside by kissing a trail up the base of her spine. His hands, meanwhile, take hold of her hips.]

Only the best for my wife.

[ wife //////

her back arches into his kisses, and she sighs at his touch, shifting her legs wider for him—she's so turned on that it aches. ]

I'm never going to get tired of hearing that.

[The kisses trail up until he's purring between her shoulder blades,]

Good. I want everyone to know you're mine.

[Finally, his cock pushes into her, tantalizingly slow as it fills her up from just the right angle. He hisses with relief at the sweet, hot suction of her body, letting his breath wash over her back.]

Aah...

[ She makes a long, satisfied sigh as he fills her, savoring every inch until he's settled deep inside, and tilts her head back a little to feel him better, pressed up against her. ]

I want... everyone to know, too. For you to... to claim every inch of me...

Then get ready--

[With a grunt, he begins to fuck her hard - pulling her hips into each thrust to get in deeper, wanting to fill the depths of her with his cock. Pressing her body against the railing with each fierce lunge.

Bent over her like he is, his forehead, his face dips to meet her back, slick with sweat and panting. He can feel each impact through her body, the resounding duet of flesh against flesh. He wanted her to dream of this later. A fucking her body would remember, down to the last organ.]

Nnnngh—ah, please—!

[ her knees almost buckle, and she grips the railing tighter, breaking off into a strangled wail of a moan, loud and unrestrained—she couldn't hold back if she wanted to.

sandwiched between the warm, firm heat of his body and the press of the metal of the railing against her breasts, her whole world is—him, and only him, and she mumbles his name over and over and over like she could keep it. ]

[He keeps the relentless pace, urged on by her moans - drunk on them, intoxicated and wanting more. When her knees start to crumble, he grabs Shrike by the thighs and hefts them into the air, spreading her even wider - half suspended in his grip. Her body turned for an angle that would hit the deepest parts of her, over and over.

The pressure building up in him is burning him up, so close to release that his hips seek hers in ravenous staccato thrusts. His fingers dig into her skin hard enough to mark them. Grunts become gasping groans, aching for a relief that could only be found in the depths of her body.]

[ the overpowering sensation of his hammering thrusts deep into her, his hands grabbing and holding her tight—it feels like they're one, not just two bodies moving together, and after being wound up by his tongue, it's too much for her to bear.

she comes easily and hard, gasping her release in rising pitch, arching herself flush against him to the extent that she can. ]

L, I—I love you, so much—

[His whole body shudders when he comes, pumping her full as estacy floods his senses. With a moan, he gives a few more slow thrusts, setting her legs down as he does so before pulling out.

Nero wraps his arms around her, a reverent embrace so he could kiss her over and over in worship - mumbling softly into her skin.]

I love you. I love you. My wife. My Shrike. My heart.

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