Tag: Charlie Vanderbee

  • Not Quite Right

    Not Quite Right

    attempted sexual assault, doppelganger, tbo offshoot

    Thandi sees Charlie approach, a small smile on his face. He comes up behind her as she organizes her files, kissing her neck, loving on her.

    “Oh! Charlie!”

    “Hey, honey…” He presses against her from behind and Thandi quirks a brow.

    “Are you all right, darling?”

    “More than.” She feels his fingers trace to her front and she reddens, feeling that excitement starting. They’re in her research lab, potions brewing and… well, he should know better.

    “Charlie, this isn’t really…”

    His teeth on her neck make her squeak.

    “Charlie, no, really. Maybe tonight?” Thandi’s face is so hot. He’s grinding against her and she’s excited by the shape of him.

    “It’ll be okay, dearest. It’s fine.”

    No. This isn’t like him. No matter how much he wanted her, he would never push her into it. She wriggles out of his grip, moving towards the door. “What is wrong with you, Charlie?!”

    He smiles, puts his hands on his hips. That smile is off. It’s. Wrong, somehow. It’s. It’s not crooked. It’s not shy. He doesn’t even have the hint of that familiar blush, and he seems… predatory. “Thandi. Honey. It’s fine. I’ll be careful.”

    “I said no!” Has he gotten into something strange? She approaches him, putting her hands on his face, looking into his eyes. He chuckles, and it’s familiar enough that it makes her uneasy. There’s nothing wrong with his eyes. His hands on her wrists—his hands are as they always are. It’s just that…

    He stares into her face, eyes half-lidded, and she sees him lick his lips. A chill runs through her and he presses her into a kiss, grabbing onto her hard, slamming her against the wall. This isn’t him.

    Thandi bites down on his tongue, tries to shove him backwards. He pulls back, blood spurting into her mouth as he does so. His features are twisted in anger and he goes to to bite down on her neck—

    She slams a knee into his groin—

    His hold weakens—

    She pulls her wand—

    “Incendio!”

    Her lab goes up in flames, and so does he. For a moment, her heart is gripped in fear. A blackened corpse with her husband’s face lays amid the crackling fire eating her potion ingredients. And then, it’s not him. It’s so obviously not him. An illusion.

    Thandi is still shaking as tears trickle down her face. She sways through the door, only to bump into Charlie. The fear on her face is obvious, and Charlie panics.

    “Thandi?! What—what happened?! I heard you shouting, heard—oh, gods—your lab—is that a body?!”

    The relief is so much that Thandi laughs as she cries, clinging onto him. He holds her, confused, but he’s there. She wonders: how could she ever had mistaken anyone else for him?

    And why… did someone try to trick her like this…?

  • How Could I Want Any More?

    How Could I Want Any More?

    princess project au, shiki takes charlie, slowly becoming abusive

    Princess Coal is everything Charlie could ever want.

    They lavish him with attention and affection, begging for his touch. Declaring their love, always wanting him to be there for them. They’re smart, too. Delicate with his feelings. Doting.

    And… he’s free to express it as much as he pleases. Or more than he pleases.

    It started when he was with Princess Alabaster. He always ate lunch with her, cleaned up after her, fed her a small fraction of his magic, all in exchange for a glance and a nod of thanks. This, to him, is fair; white magic has so many applications, so much power, and she needs to study all specializations in order to even start to grasp her magic. He was happy to help, and it added to his data pool to be there for her. They never spoke, but they had been close, right?

    Or… he thought that they were, before Princess Coal took him aside.

    “Moss, why are you waiting on Alabaster hand and foot? She’s taking advantage of your kindness.”

    “I… well, it’s just what I do. And she could really use the help—”

    “She doesn’t need your help, and she doesn’t need you, Moss.”

    It hits him dead center. His chest aches and he feels his eyes burning. Charlie brushes a tear away. Coal isn’t wrong, not at all. Alabaster’s acknowledgement is what he lives for,  but realistically, he was just there as a sort of hanger on. Someone who just wanted to be around her, another one of her fans.

    “Moss… no. Charlie. Char. I like you. Why not… be with me?”

    This startles him. He and Coal had been hanging around each other since they joined the school. They spoke to him. Smiled at him. He seemed to make them happy.

    “Why would I want to be with you?” The answer is one of habit. Curt. Short. Bitter.

    “You don’t have to be. I love you all the same.”

    Love. They love him? No way.

    But it builds up. Coal hangs around him, smiling and helping him and… Alabaster barely spares him a glance, while Coal thanks him. Smiles so brilliantly. Then, one day, they brush hair out of his eyes and Charlie feels his heart flutter. It’s possible to enjoy the touch of someone else?

    It’s a slippery slope from there. He notices all of the particulars of Coal, starts looking forward to seeing them, even if he’s bristling.

    They hang on his arm, being sweet.

    “Oh, Char. Don’t you forget our lunch!”

    “Char! You look wonderful today.”

    “I love you, Char. You’re so cute, how you work so hard.”

    It brings him joy, having someone notice and appreciate what he’s been doing. And… he’s been having trouble, lately, but Coal stays by his side. They rub his back, preen him, kiss his fingers… it’s so… romantic.

    And one day, he says it back. “Shiki… I love you, too.”

    From there, they’re glued together. Side by side. Charlie is beaming. He’s happy.

    Shiki kisses him, touches him, preens him. “If you’re uncomfortable, all you need to do is to push past it. I’ll help you, Char.”

    They have such high expectations of him. “Char, you sweet little boy. You know that you need to manage our time better!”

    “Char, you’re a mess. You’re going to make us look like regular students. You’re better than this.”

    “Char, you simpleton! Can’t you even handle this much?”

    He’s so tired. Keeping up with Shiki’s affection is difficult. He starts finding it difficult to keep up with his own schedule, let alone theirs. He’s letting them down. They need to hear how much he cares. He’ll do anything to show that he cares.

    The fear of being so public with his affections, with the touching, starts catching up with him. He’s in tears when he gets home some days. Shiki pulls him in when they’re out, kissing him passionately, dipping their tongue in his mouth, their hands running all over him, grabbing and squeezing, and when he protests, the look of disappointment on their face… “Char, what’s wrong? Do you not love me?”

    He doesn’t want his words to be broadcast to everyone, either. But they tug on his elbow whenever they want and beg him to say how much he loves them. “Do you not love me?”

    “Do you not love me?”

    He does. He swears. He just can’t keep up. He needs… he needs… what does he need, anymore?

    And he crumbles, exhausted, and resistance dies. He caves to everything that Shiki wants.

    Everything.

  • Princess Coal and Moss: Union

    Princess Coal and Moss: Union

    princess project au, teenagers, shiki takes charlie

    The faculty is actually very pleased with the recent development. The two have a unique synergy between their magic: Where green gives energy, stimulates growth and life and healing, black siphons it and pours it into containment, restricting the movement of magic around it. They could feasibly use their power together to bring true life to new creatures, to force a permanent bond between creatures, to store magic in case of emergency.

    Not only this, but Princesses dating makes for good press. Look at our esteemed students! Look how free they are to love and manage to balance it with their studies! Imagine what they could create together!

    Thandi watches this unfold with an uneasy feeling in her chest. Her one companion had finally fallen away, tugged from her by Coal. Alone…is what she prefers. White magic has too many applications for her to stop her studies just for one boy. Even if it was him keeping her topped up with focus and power and tea. She finds her performance beginning to slack, sleep trailing after her, catching up to her at last.

    When she falls asleep for the third time, the professor taps her awake at the end.

    “Princess Alabaster. Are you all right? You haven’t been doing okay lately. Are you… sick?”

    “Oh. Professor, no. I’m just a little worn out. I’m fine, don’t worry! Rather, I’m so sorry to have fallen asleep in the middle of the lecture.”

    The professor sighs and cocks their hips, resting their hand on their chin. “I’m sorry your companion got taken. He was helping you study, wasn’t he?”

    “Oh, no! That was just a coincidence. I’m under the impression that he was gathering data?”

    “Well, Princess… if that is what you say. I do recommend you revise your schedule, though, if you’re not relying on him anymore.”

    “I’ll take it into consideration!”

    For once, her notes and books remain closed with lunch. She watches everyone around her, and though she wouldn’t normally notice, it sticks out today. Everyone looks exhausted, most of all, the Princess Moss.

    His head is on the table, Coal rubbing his back with a smile. She can see Moss blushing and accepting food from Coal. It’s. Insufferably doting. Thandi wonders if perhaps he had gotten  sick himself.

    She narrows her eyes. There’s something off here. What color does she need to see both of their auras? Blue. Redirection, absorption. She plucks it out from the tangle of her magic and turns her gaze to the pair.

    Moss’ aura clings close to his body, and there is a small trail bridging between himself and Coal. It’s as if Coal is spooling it, gathering it all up, storing it. Why? Not only that, but his isn’t the only bridge. It’s like Coal is a tangle of knots. Everyone is being leeched.

    Everyone but her. It seems her exhaustion… is just hers. Should… should she step in? Thandi holds her head. She needs to know more. It’s not just her Princess Moss—

    It’s not just the Princess Moss.

    The Princess Moss, who used to keep her company and quietly admired her with a sweet smile and gentle eyes and made not a single demand of her. Who did… somehow make her life easier.

    He’s arm in arm with the Princess Coal. They kiss when they think no one is looking.

    Somehow… that hurts.

  • Princess Alabaster

    Princess Alabaster

    princess project AU, teenagers, charlie gets stolen by shiki

    Charlie stares at Thandi as she studies. The focus on her face, the expressions she makes as something clicks, the slight nod to herself as she jots down a note.

    He knows her, but she doesn’t know him. Not well, anyway. He takes pains to remain… distanced. Just so he could watch as she did this. They sit next to each other in their Magical Theory class. It’s a level five course, and she specializes in white magic. So, properly, her title is the Princess Alabaster. She’s one of the few white magic users in the country, and she’s so… Charlie sighs. Gorgeous.

    And definitely not needing a distraction from him. Princess Moss was his title, and he scarcely needed the distraction himself. It couldn’t really be helped anymore, though.

    Is it even possible to distract her?

    She’s been influenced by his magic, and if she’s noticed, she hasn’t said anything. Granted, he was projecting around him, working on his own projects, trying to deduce the effects of green magic on exhaustion and healing and familiar intelligence. It’s a multi-pronged project and it keeps him busy.

    But not so busy where he can’t spare a moment to silently give her tea in class from his thermos, or where he can’t spare a moment to watch her perk up just from being near him. They give nods to each other.

    He’s… content. He thinks.

    There he goes again. This awkward boy next to her, staring at her while writing notes. He’s so openly admiring her that she had been worried at first that he would disrupt her routine. Just because he’s a fellow Princess doesn’t mean anything.

    He didn’t try to bother her. He pours her some tea during the classes they shared. She can feel the tendrils of his magic mesh with hers, the nature of his aura giving her a boost as good as a few hours rest.

    Princess Moss, she’s certain, is some sort of fan of hers. She’s had many by this time, but when they see that she doesn’t have the time to spare for idleness, they disappear to admire from afar. Or. Ridicule.

    But Moss not only balances his studies and his watching of her, he stays. They have never exchanged words. He seems content in his fascination.

    The both of them sit side by side every day. They study, they work, they eat together. There’s a companionable silence that they’ve grown used to. At least, until the new Princess Coal arrives, dropping next to Moss.

    Thandi tries not to notice as Coal scoots close. Breaks the silence. And gives her a sly, catlike grin as they lay the compliments thickly on Moss.

    Every.

    Single.

    Day.

    Until he’s not sitting with her anymore. He’s smiling and laughing with Coal. But, Thandi’s been paying more attention than she thought. She sees Moss flinch when Coal touches him. The moments where Coal says something and the happiness ebbs from his face, despite the mask of a smile.

    The day where she overhears them speaking.

    “Oh, Char. I love you so much.”

    “I…” She sees Coal’s grip on his arm. “…love you, too.”

  • Just Like This

    Just Like This

    fluff but naked, sleep

    They’re feeling lazy tonight. And. It’s just one of those nights where they consider sex, but when they strip down, one yawns and suddenly both of them are yawning and wiping tired tears from their eyes.

    “Let’s just… sleep. And in the morning, maybe?” Charlie looks exhausted, though he still admires her.

    “Well, I don’t…” Yaaaawn. “You know, maybe that’s an excellent idea, darling. Let’s grab our pajamas…”

    “Wait, hold on.”

    “Hold on?”

    She sees his face redden a little more than it had been—he’s always been easy to get a blush out of—and he rubs his neck and laughs to himself. “What if we just slept like this.”

    “Uum…” She feels her own cheeks pink. “Well…”

    Charlie turns off his lamp and slides under the covers before opening his arms for her. She can’t say no to those puppy dog eyes! With a laugh, she turns her lamp off and cuddles in close. It’s warm, and there’s something nice about just being close like this. He kisses her gently and smiles before his eyes slide shut.

    His skin… his firm body… such a safe place to be. They tangle their legs like always, one of his sliding between her thighs to support the leg she hoists over his side.

    Sleepiness catches up with Thandi. His heartbeat calms her. His arms reassure her. His even breathing sets the pace for her.

    She falls asleep with a smile.

  • Home at Last

    Home at Last

    modern, sleep, fluff

    The door rattles open, Charlie letting out a relieved sigh. He slouches in, followed by a beaming Thandi.

    “We made it! Charlie, home at last!”

    “I’m never doing that in a straight shot ever again,” he mumbles, dropping onto the couch, kicking off his shoes. “Are you feeling any better, dearest?”

    “Leagues! Thanks for letting me sleep on the way!” Thandi moves to stand behind him, massaging his aching shoulders. “Oh, darling, you aren’t falling asleep on me, are you?”

    “’M gonna be if… ykeep… massaging…” He yawns and lays his head backwards, staring up at her. Thandi giggles and gives him a peck.

    “Well, give me one second, and we’ll get you to bed properly!”

    “Mmm. Mmhm.” Charlie’s eyes flutter closed as Thandi hums to herself, brewing some chamomile tea in the kitchen. She hears him mumbling and sighs, taking the kettle off the heat.

    Her husband is passed out where he sits, occasionally snoring lightly. It’s usually her who falls asleep first, so she straightens his hair and smiles down at him. It’s nice to see him relaxed, calm… peaceful. Vulnerable. He’s going to be impossible to move and twice as difficult to wake.

    Thandi goes to the bedroom to change, grabs a blanket and a pillow. The smell of their home is so comforting and she’s glad that they decided to wash their sheets before they left. So fresh!

    Carefully, Thandi readies everything for their morning.

    A smile creeps across her face. Usually he takes care of all these little things, with the advantage of being able to lift her for bed. Unfortunately, he’s a bit… big. And she doesn’t quite have that much confidence in her strength. Certainly she’s strong, but not lift-her-husband-and-drop-him-in-bed strong. Maybe halfway there. At most. She laughs at the thought.

    Thandi takes care to line up his pills for the morning and prep their mugs for a hot drink. She empties his pockets, unbuttons his shirt, considers trying to change him and shakes her head. If she tries, he’s going to grab her and then she’s going to be stuck.

    There’s dozens of little things for her to do to occupy herself, but around eleven, she decides to call it. She flicks off all the lights but for one for her to read by and settles against him, pulling his arm around her shoulders. As predicted, he mumbles and pulls her close.

    She gives his cheek a kiss and opens her book to lull herself to sleep.

  • Pet Panther

    Pet Panther

    fluff, thandi crying, tbo offshoot, confession

    Thandi is stretched out, having had a good cry on the shoulder of her… pet. The panther presses his nose to her face, and she laughs and scratches under his chin. He purrs for her, tail twitching as he licks her face.

    “Darling…”

    His tongue laps at her mouth to stop her from talking, making her blush. She drapes herself over him now, rubbing his sides, getting him to purr even louder as he wiggles and huffs.

    Charlie can’t tickle her back like this! Instead, he rolls onto his back, exposing his stomach. Thandi squeals as he peers at her, rubbing him enthusiastically. He’s so cute like this! And since it’s just the two of them, he’s not so shy as to keep his clothes on as a beast, so she gets all this velvety fur to herself. She buries her face into his chest, and even though she’s having fun, she feels another sob wrack her body.

    Those big paws come down and grab her, and she’s pressed to the well-muscled body of the panther as she cries. He grooms her as she weeps, keeping steady.

    “Charlie… I… would you hold me as a man? I. I know you’re nervous, but…”

    Before she even finishes speaking, she feels his proper arms around her, pulling her close, and he plants kiss after kiss on her face. He strokes her hair and she enjoys feeling the steadiness of him. The actual him.

    “Thandi. I’ll follow wherever you go. No matter what. I love… I love you. I won’t let you be alone again.”

  • Hug

    Hug

    fluff, tbo offshoot

    The bracelet seems to pulse on Thandi’s wrist, in time with the opening and closing of his hands. He doesn’t think she’s looking, but she is.

    It makes her want to laugh.

    “Charlie…”

    “Er. Yes, d… Thandi?”

    “What’s wrong?” Thandi’s hand rests on his arm and she can see his face beginning to color. This man has delivered babies and replaced organs without a second thought, but when it comes to her, he seems nervous.

    “Oh. Um. Nothing. Ha. Congratulations to us for making it through another fight, haha.”

    She smiles at him and it pleases her to see him relax a little, that soft look that he gives her taking over his features. Wouldn’t it be funny if…

    Charlie blinks at her and an embarrassed look tugs his smile sideways. She massages his arm casually, staring into his eyes.

    “T-T-Thandi. Um. H…can I, ah. Um. Hug. You? As a friend.”

    “Of course, darling.”

    She’s swept up into a tight hug, her feet leaving the ground as he spins with her. She hears laughter and realizes it’s him. He’s ecstatic, and then he sets her down, squeezing her close for another moment. Even the bracelet squeezes her wrist gently.

    Eventually, both relax their grip and Charlie laughs awkwardly. “Good job. On staying in one piece.”

  • Excursion

    Excursion

    hook, modern, camping

    “Wait! Thandi. Please reconsider!”

    Thandi shakes her head, laughing. “I know that he has a reputation for nastiness, but I promise I can handle it. It’ll be good for my career to go out on this expedition!”

    The college has arranged for one Dr. Vanderbee to go on a trip to the fringes, right where the planes seem to intersect. However, and this was put to her with the strictest confidence: he can’t be trusted to do it alone. The man’s primary reputation was a dour one, and those above him had observed further quirks.

    His studies border on obsessive. He struggles to communicate with people verbally. He is known to simply disappear for long stretches of time, emerging from the wilds as if nothing has happened. They saw an opportunity to invite Thandi, as an interplanar specialist, to do her research alongside him, and by extension, play babysitter.

    These intersections are very unique, and to get the clearance to go forth and research to her heart’s content is worth a few curmudgeonly barbs from some stuffy old guy. The preparations are made and the opportunity to see a shred of her homeworld soon keeps her giddy until the date.

    At the hotel, she is to meet him to acquaint herself before they charter a plane and get lost in the wilds together for the next month. However, when she arrives in the lobby to meet him, it’s empty. There’s the receptionist, of course, and a grumpy man about her age looking at his watch. He looks like he’s waiting on a business associate to show up, wearing a nicely tailored vest and slacks with a silken green tie. It’s a shame that she’s waiting for someone else. He is. Very easy on the eyes.

    She sits in one of the overstuffed chairs in the lobby to wait. People pass back and forth, but no one lingers. It’s getting to be frustrating. Is he really going to blow her off? Ugh! And it looks like the man is in the same boat. His face only grows stormier with every passing quarter hour.

    Eventually, Thandi pulls out her phone and dials the number she was given. Really, from what she’s heard, she should have expected the codger to stand her up.

    The other man’s phone rings. He pulls it out, and she hears his voice double over. “Is this Dr. Kahsu?”

    She stares up at him.

    He turns to look at her.

    They gape at one another.

    Thandi begins to laugh, but it dies in her throat when she sees the anger building. The call is ended and his fists clench.

    “You! Really now? Out to make me a fool?”

    “No! No, I just! I didn’t realize that you are Dr. Vanderbee…”

    “Well, who else could I be!” He pushes his phone into his pocket, crossing his arms, gritting his teeth. “I’ve been standing her for an hour and a half!”

    “Well, you could have spoken up as well. I’m not the only one at fault here.”

    “I don’t talk to people. You volunteered yourself for this. That’s the entire point of your coming with me.”

    “Excuse me? I’m here for my own research!” She finally stands and approaches him, jabbing a finger into his chest. “And if you think that this is going to be how things are going to be for the next month, you’ve got another thing coming!”

    There’s the faintest tug at one side of his mouth, like he’s amused. “Just don’t get in my way.”

    “You’re already in mine, Vanderbee.”

  • Thandi’s Kitty

    Thandi’s Kitty

    nsfw, tbo offshoot, thandi tops charlie

    “Mmm…” Thandi’s hands run over Charlie’s chest, massaging him. She enjoys the feeling of the heat of his skin, the firmness of the muscle there. He enjoys feeling her fingers, seeing her face as she touches him. There’s a pleasure there that no one else ever sees and gods.

    She quirks a smile at him and he responds in kind.

    He reaches out, feeling her breasts through the thin fabric of her nightgown. She lets out a sigh as he traces light touches around and around, until he could see her nipples pressing against the dress. For each, he delicately teases them, smirking now. Her hands have paused in her attention to him as she closes her eyes to enjoy.

    He pulls her forward, leaning up to suck on her through her top. It’s a unique feeling, and Thandi gasps as he nips her lightly. “I haven’t even touched skin yet, dearest.”

    Thandi snorts, giggling as he continues to nibble at her chest, staring up at her with an amused look on his face. She ruffles his hair, getting him to laugh as well. “Oh, is that what we’re doing? I seem to recall a certain doctor complaining about how sore he is, and how much he just needs a good massage.”

    “Well! I didn’t say who would be getting a massage.”

    “Darling, you know by now that you can just ask.” Fingers trace down his stomach and she feels his hands on her tighten ever so slightly.

    “It’s more fun this way, don’t you think?” Charlie’s words are muffled by her tits and she laughs again. The laugh is cut off by him pulling her closer to him, running his tongue along her neck.

    “Haaah…” The feeling radiates through her, and she feels herself tightening down below. His mouth trails kisses back down to her collarbone, where he again bites her, sucking her until the pleasure was mixed with a spot of pain. “Darling, your panther is showing.”

    “Well, I hope you’re prepared to accommodate.”

    Again, Thandi laughs, thumping his chest in good fun. “I can bite, too, you know!”

    “I’d like to see you traaaah, fuck…” There’s few things that gives him more pleasure than Thandi’s mouth, and she bites him gently along the curve of his neck. Each bite and nip increases in strength until she pulls another moan out of him, feels his breath hitch. She grins. Perfect pressure found.

    “I’ll eat you before you eat me!” The play is delightful, teasing, noncommittal. He loves when she pushes him around, though he’d never admit it out loud. And his expression! When she straddles him, she sees the ghost of a smile as he rests his hands on her hips.

    “Really? You’re going to eat a panther? I don’t know, Thaaahndi!”

    Bitten again. This time, she sucks hard, feeling him writhe under her as he whines. To cover the sting of the hickey blooming on his neck, she licks him. She can hear him getting ready to try to say something else and continues to make a steady line of bites up and down his neck. His hips rise and he is breathing hard.

    “You’re my pet, darling…” Thandi runs her fingers through Charlie’s hair, enjoying the dazed expression he has. Her fingers stroke his face, coming round to scratch under his chin. “My kitty.”

    “Your kitty. Indeed…”

    He’s putty in her hands now. Anything she asks, he’ll do; he’s got a weakness for a spot of roughness from her, an extension of that intense need of his to please her. She continues petting and stroking and biting until his hips rise and his cock twitches against her, straining against his trousers.

    “Now, Charlie…” Ah. Wait, there’s one better she can do. “Now, Briar… be a good kitty and give me a tongue bath?”

    It sounds so silly, but nevertheless, she finds herself flat on her back with him pushing her dress up so that he could run his tongue up her body. It sends a shiver through her, stirs her up, and he’s smiling as he purposely avoids her breasts and legs.

    She lets him slide her gown off and presses her tits together with a frown. “Briar, what am I going to do if you don’t get everything?”

    He chuckles a little as he kisses each breast, letting her relax again as he licks closer… closer… closer. The anticipation of his tongue on her nipple is maddening.

    The swirl of his tongue manages to make her call out for him, the teasing heightening her sensitivity. As he licks and sucks, she reaches down blindly and finds the edge of his pants, begins to undo the buttons there.

    “Briar…”

    “Yes, Thandi?” Though he’s being obedient, she sees him get a little cocky with her reactions to him. It makes her want to tease him more.

    “Take off your pants and let me see you.”

    He obeys straight away, kneeling for her to see him properly. She reaches out and she laughs as it jumps before she even touches him.

    “You’re so excited! Look at you!!” She traces a light stroke along his length with a single finger, stopping just short of the tip. A small whine once more escapes Briar.

    “All for you, my love.”

    “Hmmm!” Again, she traces his cock, and he moans, hips jerking forward. A drop of precum beads at the head, and Thandi leans forward and gives him a quick peck right there. She licks her lips and looks up at him.

    He watches her, face flushed, biting his lip. His hair has drifted out of place again and she laughs, kneeling up in front of him. A wicked idea comes to her and she adjusts, pressing his length along the line of her wetness, squeezing him between her thighs. Briar is absolutely beside himself. So close! So far!

    Thandi could feel the ache of need herself, a desire to be filled, but this opportunity is a ripe one for teasing him. So, she presses their bodies together, pulling his arms around her, giving him a deep kiss. The twitch of him against her feels amazing.

    “Start moving your hips, darling.”

    With her dripping onto him, the sensation of him rubbing against her is smooth. Lovely. His breath is stuttering as his hips meet hers. She enjoys feeling the tip of him slip past her entrance and can’t help but stare into his face with half-lidded eyes. He’s enraptured by the silkiness of her thighs, the squeeze of her, the teasing closeness of them both.

    The air is filled with the smell of their bodies. Thandi continues to bite and lick him as he continues, his cock grinding into her clit. It’s so good, but she needs more.

    “Now, Briar, why don’t you show me how much my kitty loves me?”

    Her thighs release him, and she pulls him down with her as she falls back in bed. He’s perfectly positioned.

    “Go on, Briar… fuck me.”

    There’s no need to say more. Briar lines himself up with her and fills her up. She squeezes around him, moaning as he bites down on her neck, slowly pumping himself in and out of her. Each pull is slow, and each thrust slams into her, stretching her around him. The satisfaction of his fit, the feeling as she takes him all, it’s mind bending.

    “Faster… more…”

    He obeys, bracing her hips with his hands as she reaches between them to stroke circles on her clit. The harsh breathing of Briar becomes her name, murmured into her ear as he slams himself deep into her.

    “You can’t come until I do, darling.”

    “Yes…” He moans as she clenches around him. It’s like she can feel every detail of him. Knows his member perfectly. Like he was made to perfectly fit into her. She’s starting to lose her mind.

    Briar whines. “Thandi. Thandi. Please can I cum?”

    “I don’t know,” she gasps. “Tell me what my kitty would do…”

    He bites down on her again, licking and sucking and adding onto the pleasure. It all builds up. Her moans become silent, her mouth forming an O of pleasure. Then the waves hit her, legs locking around Briar’s waist as her orgasm causes him to release deep into her. Her name is the only word from his lips as he slows the rocking of his hips.

    Each slow thrust wracks her body with another small wave of pleasure. He kisses her, still buried completely inside of her. She feels him still twitching, his spend filling her to capacity. Their kisses last a while, almost threatening another round of fucking.

    But, she pulls away and smiles at her husband. She strokes his hair. “Good kitty.”

    “I can’t believe that still works on me.” He laughs a little, hands stroking her thighs as he stares down at her.

    “Of course it does. You’ll always be my kitty.”

    Charlie lets out a bashful chuckle as he pulls out of her, loving the sight of his cum spilling out. The two of them get comfortable in bed again, not bothering with redressing. Charlie hands her a hair wrap, and she throws a leg over his side. They sleep impossibly close, and it’s a well-rested one.