A Night with Jay

[wheatencrown]

The door to her room has a golden wheat sheaf on it. She kisses him against the door as she opens it, the closer she gets to him, the more he'll smell ripeness on the air.

Inside the room is simple, full of light wood, fresh flowers and some chilling wine, "Come in."

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[wheatencrown]

"Thank you, but now its my turn,"

She moves her hand down his body with slow caresses.

[runningred]

"I am in your hands." He whispers, letting his head fall back as she touches. All of the scars are at least a year old now, most much older than that. He responds to her touches with soft moans, warm sighs.

[wheatencrown]

Her touch is soft and careful as she kisses his scars, running her hands along her body.

[runningred]

"You won't hurt me." He promises between sighs. "I've carried most of them for years and even the more resent ones are fairly well healed." He arches up as her lips find the ropey knife scar just below his ribcage. "Okay, that one's ticklish!"

[wheatencrown]

"I know, but you're beautiful," She likes taking her time and discovering in.

[runningred]

Jay chuckles and then moans as she finds a particularly sensitive spot. "I've been called many things but rarely beautiful."

[wheatencrown]

"Mm, I can imagine handsome, dashing, dangerous, sexy to begin with,"

At his moan, she spends more time on that spot with her lips as her fingers lightly go over his erection.

[runningred]

He arches, running his fingers over her golden hair as he moans. "Most names I get called aren't that complimentary actually."

[wheatencrown]

"Then they're foolish. Are you a warrior?"

[runningred]

"I was, kind of." Jay says softly, introspectively. "But didn't work out for me. So I ended up as a different kind of soldier and that didn't work out either so now I build things."

[wheatencrown]

"Always better to build than destroy," She kisses him softly as she traces his scars.

[runningred]

"Still trying to work that out." Jay shudders as she finds a particularly sensitive spot.

[wheatencrown]

"I can help, I help things grow."

[runningred]

Jay raises an eyebrow. "Most of the things I build are inorganic but that's no small thing. You're a magic user?" He asks, stoking her shoulder and she touches him slowly.

[wheatencrown]

"I'm the goddess Demeter and no, its not. We all have our talents."

[runningred]

He stiffens at that, looking her in the eye. He can feel her warmth, her summer greenness. He smiles and relaxes into her touch. "I'm honoured."

[wheatencrown]

When she stiffens, she meets his eyes, "Here I'm one more patron."

[runningred]

"Still, I'm honoured. It's not everyday a goddess takes pity on the likes of me."

[wheatencrown]

"I don't sleep with people I pity. I'm here with you because I like you."

[runningred]

He kisses her then, soft and sweet and very, very grateful. He moves against her, kissing down her neck and rubbing against her soft skin to rekindle their passion.

[wheatencrown]

Her passion hadn't faded far and she moans, sighing and relaxing on the bed at his kisses.

[runningred]

He moans in reply as his hands skate over her smooth skin. "Will you let me inside you, m'lady?"

[wheatencrown]

"Oh yes, Jay, this night is still young," She adjusts herself and caresses him, finding his want.

[runningred]

He moans softly and moves closer, entering her with care. He starts to moves very slowly, not letting his lust get into the way of making the most of each slow thrust.

[wheatencrown]

Demeter sighs happily and moves her hands into his hair, kissing his neck.