Rogues are done from behind

Mari was wearing the lingerie ensemble Kyle had given her for Satinalia. She heard him entering the room and standing behind her, but she didn't mind. As if it had no importance, he started stroking her hips, leaning his chin over her shoulder. She stopped looking at herself in the mirror, and closed her eyes, delighted. His hands went down and down, and she finally turned her head back and kissed him. She could feel his desire growing against her back, and sort of guessed what was going to happen.

Her hands reached his and touched them, while he started to take off her black lace panties. He sunk his head on her hair and smelled her. Then his mouth reached her nape and while his hands took her bra off, he bit it softly. like a cat carrying a kitty. She just allowed him to do, feeling in a cuddling mode, and at his bite, she purred.

Kyle felt pleased at his purr, wanting to find more ways to make her do it again.

"And now I've stolen your Satinalia gift", he teased, showing the underwear in his hands.

"I thought it was you who made the gift", she replied. "So you have just taken it back"

He continued stroking his hips, paying no attention. "It's only two weeks to the wedding", Mari remembered. "Aren't you being too impatient?"

"Look who talks. It's that sexy lingerie you wear, it drives me crazy".

"It's your fault. You chose it".

"Why my fault? You mean I chose something I can't resist?"

"Yes", she giggled. "Maybe you should have chosen that ugly, dull underweard they used to give us at the orphanage. Or you would say 'Eurgh. That's too ugly for you, let's take it off NAO'"

"And replace with the beautiful one I have purchased for you", he replied with a spark in his eye.

Mari smiled. "You're very naughty lately. I love it"

"Its your fault, my wicked queen", he grinned. "You made me become a bad guy". But he didn't seem to care about it. He chuckled, pushing her to sit on the bed with a soft kiss, and then he stood to take his own clothes off. She was waiting for him, naked, on the bed. He looked at her, and a wicked idea crossed his mind.

"Lay down over your stomach"

She turned down, obediently. "Are you going to give me a massage?", she purred innocently, while he sat by her side, also naked, and started caressing her back.

"Not exactly", he whispered at her ear with hoarse voice and a dark shine in his eye.

Mari smiled. "I'm yours. Do as you please"

He crawled over the bed and lied over her. "Ah, yes", he said with a grim voice. "You're mine indeed". The tone creeped Mari out, specially when he locked her hands with one of his. Memories of a cell in Denerim came to her mind and the impossibility to move, both for the weight of Kyle over her back, and the locked hands, sended signals of alarm to her brain, which answered sending a different kind of excitation to her body. She gasped when he locked her hands, and tried to release them.

At her movement, he just locked hard her hands and bited her neck, in the sensitive part of her nape.

She groaned and moved her head. She also moved her hips trying to get away from him, but that only seemed to excite him more. She couldn't release herself because he was so much stronger.

He continued biting her, and caged her hips with his legs so she couldn’t move. "You can’t escape from me" he added, still grim.

She hissed and tried to roll over herself to be upside, out of a primal instinct. Kyle growled and used his weight to prevent her to turn upside, and tried to put his member between her legs. She felt crushed, and tried to crawl to escape. When she noticed his intentions, she moved, trying to make it difficult for him to penetrate her.

He decided to pull her hands on the back of her, and lock them with one hand of him, so he could help himself to point in the right direction with the other. She froze for a moment when she felt it, then she closed her legs as much as she can.

He didn't resist, he just dug more firmly the way to go between her thighs, and growled at Mari, noticing satisfied that, despite her protests, she was all wet, ready to receive him.

She growled back, but her growl broke as soon as he got into her and made her squeal, both of fury and pleasure. She leant her head back and arched her back.

"Shhh! Easy...easy...", he whispered, still in a wicked mode. Then he made her hands lie on the bed, let his weight fall over her completely and started moving softly while he licked her ear.

She surrended for a while, her hips moving against her will at the same time. She couldn't avoid a sigh of pleasure, and unwillingly separated a bit her legs to allow him a better reach.

He breathed at her ear: "Good girl" with tease voice, as his moves became firmer one by one.

She turned her head at his face and kissed him, biting his lips strong. He panted and bit her lower lip too. Then he let her hands on the pillow, still locked them with one hand, and the left hand slid to her breast. At the movement, she tried again to release her hands

 
"Ah-ha!! Dont do that, love. Not fun", he groaned, holding them tighter.

She just hissed again, though this had already became a game for her too.

"Objection? huhu. Nah, just be good, don’t make me want to punish you more", he said, and at the same time, he made a rough, much stronger movement. She gasped receiving it, close to climax.

Kyle enjoyed the sound satisfied. She started panting faster and higher and followed his movements with her hips. She started shouting "More, more, more!"

He pressed her breast quickly, and stopped her shouts with his mouth while he moved more and more faster. She tried to reply to his kiss but she couldn't, a she reached a climax and screamed.

He bit her lips and lick her nape, while he still continued thrusting  "Not yet..."

She lowered a bit her head, letting all the hair fall over the pillow, trying to catch back her breath. Then she looked at him, her eyes shinning between the hair, and hissed: "You won this time"

He laughed arrogant. "Now my good girl has surrended, huh?". He kissed her lips hungry and made even stronger moves, being now his time to come. She replied to the kisses, at the same time he reached his climax.

When it was over, he sighed, and laid over her with all his weight, still touching her breast. She sighed too, and moved a bit to avoid all the weight so she could lie a bit by his side, but he didn't let her do so, still controlling her with his weight. He embraced her and kissed her back. She resisted a bit, but not very much, and couldn't help but purr.

"Now who's been a bad boy, huh?", she asked.

"Mmmmm, you are a good teacher. I admit it's your fault" he teased, and continued kissing down and down

She made a wicked smile "Maybe next time you'll need to tie me to the bed".

"Ah that you suggest, not me" he grinned

"Ah but you may need your hands for.. Other things"

He pressed her breast from behind strongly. She moaned a bit

"Other things hmm.... like what?.... can you describe it?" he sort of winked, and licked her back.

She didn't speak, just took his hand and led it to her groin, leaving it there, just touching.

He smiled wickedly and, ignoring her meaning, he held her hips, pulled them up to reach better, and put both his finger and his member into her while still holding them.

She gasped, and smiled too "Uh, oh, ready again, my mighty warrior?"

"Yeah!!!", he said arrogantly. "If you can’t stand it, just say aloud, I will stop". He rubbed his nose on her back and nuzzled, and began to move.

She giggled, all excited again, and moved too "Let's see who surrenders now", and turned her head back to kiss him hungrily. He kissed back, sucked and bit her tongue lightly, stopping just to say: "Ah ah, you will lose again, my girl". And he thrust and caressed her pleassure button with his hand at same time. With a sigh, she stood up on four legs to make him easier to move and whispered: "Ah, but losing a battle doesn't mean losing the war"

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He approved at her position, now his other hand was free to touch her stomach. He thrust like hungry, then he touched her nipple, and played with it. She gasped at each thrust, sweating.

"—if you think you can handle it again.” His voice was as flat as his expression, only betrayed by his movements.

She could hardly reply, but she managed to groan: "If you stop I kill you"

"I won't stop until you say surrender", he said, taking a deep breath.

She just shoook her head "Do you really think I will surrender?" She turned her head and bit his neck

He groaned. His gaze swept down her lush form, and longing surged through his veins. Then he decided the movement should be more stronger than faster. Meanwhile, she continued by his neck to his ear and bit softly.

"Ah the kitty revenge huh", he said with huskily voice. She meow

This was more than desire, more than mere lust. This was need. And he kissed her to prevent her from saying any words and taste her. She also acknowledged the need in her. She moved at his same pace, spinning also a bit her hips so the movement was more complete and reached deeper inside her. She bit his lips, almost making them bleed.

He grimaced but he felt excited at the taste of his blood, then he bit her back, while moving more and more stronger, reaching deep inside her. He wanted her, there was no denying.

She reached down with her hand; she touched herself and him at the same time. She was moaning of pleasure, making short funny noises, trying not to reach the climax too soon, trying to be the one to win the challenge this time.

He leant forward and kissed her sweet mouth—softly, seductively, and held her hand to make them in where it need to be. Pleasure grew deep inside her, feeling the warmth and love and hunger of her response. Finally she screamt again, unable to resist longer: "Ohmakerohmakerohmaker". And she relaxed suddenly, almost lifeless. Kyle let her fall down on the bed, even if he had not reached his climax yet, and looked lovingly at her blushed cheeks. "I love you more this way", he whispered.

She leant on her side, now released of his grip, free of his weight. As her body leapt to life, he made a sound that was almost a growl and turned around, pulling her into his arms. Then he was kissing her as if his very life depended on it, and whatever slivers of control she'd had were totally and irreparably smashed by the force of it. By the passion behind it.

His hands seemed to be everywhere, urgent yet gentle, leaving her shuddering with pleasure and yet aching for more. He kissed her, caressed her, until need, deep and primal, rushed through her, and all she could think about was getting him inside, feeling him fill her, complete her.

She pushed him onto his back and climbed on top, claiming him in the most basic way possible. He groaned, his hands sliding to her hips, pressing her down harder.

Then they began to move, and thought became impossible. All she could do was savor the sensations flowing through her. There was nothing slow, nothing gentle, about this lovemaking. It was all passion and heat and desperation

The fever burning between them became a furnace that made breathing difficult, and deep inside the pleasure built, until her whole body burned with the need for release. She clung to him, clung to that edge

Then pleasure spiraled beyond her control, and her climax hit, the convulsions stealing her breath and tearing a strangled sound from her throat. He came a heartbeat later, his body slamming into hers, the force of it echoing through every fiber of her being.

Once the shudders had subsided, she leaned forward and gently kissed his lips. He wrapped his arms around her waist, holding her in place as he lengthened the kiss.