![[community profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/community.png){kind=small}
NSFW: Alustriel/Drizzt
Nov. 14th, 2023 03:43 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
senmutWager Lost (Won?) (784 words) by Sharpest_Asp
Chapters: 1/1
Fandom: Forgotten Realms, The Legend of Drizzt Series - R. A. Salvatore
Rating: Explicit
Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply
Relationships: Drizzt Do'Urden/Alustriel Silverhand
Characters: Drizzt Do'Urden, Alustriel Silverhand
Additional Tags: Sexual Content
Summary:
She was already breathless from his ardent kisses, yet Alustriel knew this was only the beginning. Drizzt had wagered her fairly over the outcome of a party game, and won, leaving this night completely under his control.
That control evidently extended to his nimble fingers undoing the clasps and ties of her evening wear, leaving him fully clad and her shivering with anticipation. It felt as if he'd taken most of an hour to undress her, with those kisses peppering along her skin as he revealed it.
Gentle hands removed the hairpins next, spilling her hair down over her bare skin, adding silken caresses. He then moved around her one full circuit, studying her.
"You are so very beautiful, my lady," he breathed.
"I am pleased to meet your standards of that, my ranger," she purred.
There was no delay, from that, to him shedding his own clothing, before he took her hand and guided her to her bedroom, leaving his clothes and hers over the dressing racks for her ladies to deal with in the morning.
"Lie down, on your stomach," he coaxed, leading Alustriel to wonder just what he intended. She did not wonder long, though, as his hands began gently massaging her calves, taking his time in this. For as quick to decision in everything as he was, he tended to a languorous nature in his loving.
"You spoil me when it was your winning wager?" she teased lightly.
"Ahh, but the privilege of touching you like this is a treasure I never tire of, my heart's star."
She shivered a little, as she often did. The endearment he had chosen of his own will was the same as Sharr's had been, a tiny reminder of how alike her ranger was to the lord she'd loved so fully.
Little by little, he worked over her legs, up along her back, down each arm, leaving her in an odd state of hungry for him and absolutely boneless from the depth of his care for her.
When he was satisfied, he placed a kiss on her shoulder and made a soft noise to be certain she was awake still. Her soft laughter greeted that, and he nudged her to roll to her back.
"I would let you sleep," he offered.
"I need it not, and you, my beloved, have my desires roused, even if you did your best to calm the body."
He kissed her for that, taking his time to savor her, before the kisses again trailed over her body.
"I'd never leave you unsatisfied," he rumbled between those inciting kisses. She moaned when his intent became clear, even as she wondered at how strongly he had to be leashing himself.
As he settled between her thighs, she reached for his hair, avoiding his ears for now, and settled one hand there. He moaned against her skin for the touch, telling her her instincts were right, before she could do little more than exist in a tide of pleasure. As gifted as his hands were on her body, the way his tongue danced along her folds and within her was more intoxicating.
Everything built within her, making her hunger, her hand tangling in his hair, and she was so very close, almost ready to let herself have that first explosion of sensation when his mouth pulled away.
She could not help the whine that escaped her, but it changed to a husky moan of delight and hunger to find him rising up over her. Oh he knew how to be so perfect as her lover, seeing how ready for her he was moments before his shaft sank deep within her. His thumb slipped between them, letting her fly on the crest of the deep pleasure he'd built within her.
He held still, letting her writhe against him, holding firm against his own need to move, to rock with her, until she came fully back to her awareness of him. He was smiling with wonder at her, and she could not help but drag his face to hers, claiming a kiss of her own. He didn't protest, and then he was moving against her, another edge of perfection to their union.
Neither of them took long to find completion from there, as Alustriel responded to his need with caresses along his ears and neck. The solid strength of him against her, in her was heady, and when he collapsed over her, she held him there.
His weight, the massage earlier, and the peace of clarity from lovemaking let her doze, aware that he was nestled close. Later, there would be more, but for now, she rather thought he was content with his winnings.
Chapters: 1/1
Fandom: Forgotten Realms, The Legend of Drizzt Series - R. A. Salvatore
Rating: Explicit
Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply
Relationships: Drizzt Do'Urden/Alustriel Silverhand
Characters: Drizzt Do'Urden, Alustriel Silverhand
Additional Tags: Sexual Content
Summary:
Alustriel lost a bet, and Drizzt is in control now.
Wager Lost (Won?)
She was already breathless from his ardent kisses, yet Alustriel knew this was only the beginning. Drizzt had wagered her fairly over the outcome of a party game, and won, leaving this night completely under his control.
That control evidently extended to his nimble fingers undoing the clasps and ties of her evening wear, leaving him fully clad and her shivering with anticipation. It felt as if he'd taken most of an hour to undress her, with those kisses peppering along her skin as he revealed it.
Gentle hands removed the hairpins next, spilling her hair down over her bare skin, adding silken caresses. He then moved around her one full circuit, studying her.
"You are so very beautiful, my lady," he breathed.
"I am pleased to meet your standards of that, my ranger," she purred.
There was no delay, from that, to him shedding his own clothing, before he took her hand and guided her to her bedroom, leaving his clothes and hers over the dressing racks for her ladies to deal with in the morning.
"Lie down, on your stomach," he coaxed, leading Alustriel to wonder just what he intended. She did not wonder long, though, as his hands began gently massaging her calves, taking his time in this. For as quick to decision in everything as he was, he tended to a languorous nature in his loving.
"You spoil me when it was your winning wager?" she teased lightly.
"Ahh, but the privilege of touching you like this is a treasure I never tire of, my heart's star."
She shivered a little, as she often did. The endearment he had chosen of his own will was the same as Sharr's had been, a tiny reminder of how alike her ranger was to the lord she'd loved so fully.
Little by little, he worked over her legs, up along her back, down each arm, leaving her in an odd state of hungry for him and absolutely boneless from the depth of his care for her.
When he was satisfied, he placed a kiss on her shoulder and made a soft noise to be certain she was awake still. Her soft laughter greeted that, and he nudged her to roll to her back.
"I would let you sleep," he offered.
"I need it not, and you, my beloved, have my desires roused, even if you did your best to calm the body."
He kissed her for that, taking his time to savor her, before the kisses again trailed over her body.
"I'd never leave you unsatisfied," he rumbled between those inciting kisses. She moaned when his intent became clear, even as she wondered at how strongly he had to be leashing himself.
As he settled between her thighs, she reached for his hair, avoiding his ears for now, and settled one hand there. He moaned against her skin for the touch, telling her her instincts were right, before she could do little more than exist in a tide of pleasure. As gifted as his hands were on her body, the way his tongue danced along her folds and within her was more intoxicating.
Everything built within her, making her hunger, her hand tangling in his hair, and she was so very close, almost ready to let herself have that first explosion of sensation when his mouth pulled away.
She could not help the whine that escaped her, but it changed to a husky moan of delight and hunger to find him rising up over her. Oh he knew how to be so perfect as her lover, seeing how ready for her he was moments before his shaft sank deep within her. His thumb slipped between them, letting her fly on the crest of the deep pleasure he'd built within her.
He held still, letting her writhe against him, holding firm against his own need to move, to rock with her, until she came fully back to her awareness of him. He was smiling with wonder at her, and she could not help but drag his face to hers, claiming a kiss of her own. He didn't protest, and then he was moving against her, another edge of perfection to their union.
Neither of them took long to find completion from there, as Alustriel responded to his need with caresses along his ears and neck. The solid strength of him against her, in her was heady, and when he collapsed over her, she held him there.
His weight, the massage earlier, and the peace of clarity from lovemaking let her doze, aware that he was nestled close. Later, there would be more, but for now, she rather thought he was content with his winnings.
