As her hand moved against him, softly curled fingers or tightened grip stroking his length, his breathing hitched and quickened, words grown softer and less frequent as they were replaced by the onrush of gasping breaths. Like her own, his body brightened from within, but that pale skin lit up blue-gray, steel with a white center, as much his Sidhe inner light as an angler fish's predatory lure. As it increased with her strokes, subcutaneous markings along his body grew apparent, black stripes and spots, previously not visible and reminiscent of marine life, though his flesh stayed just that: human skin. His hands held onto her upper arms and shoulders, hungry grasping in massaging patterns as his tentacles followed suit, squirming along the length of her body even as they pulled them higher up onto the slick, blackened rocks, laying him out flat beneath her on an incredibly smooth surface, and giving her plenty of freedom to move about.
"Oh yes, darling girl, more of this. More of you." He grunted out as he situated himself against the obsidian bed, "I want to feel your body against mine, I want to show you things you've never dreamed of. If you're comfortable to, let us partake of each other sooner than later as I want to feel your mouth upon me as I share mine with you." His words trickled out slowly, like runoff water trickling down a path of pebbles. Removed from the water, his tentacles disappeared beneath her, long caresses and suctioned releases until they merged to form legs and left him seeming much closer to a man, were it not for that phosphorescence and the markings down his legs that showed where each tendril merged.
As wonderful as this was, it was all part of the Labyrinth's trap to seduce her from her way. Those old fairy tales always stated clearly, stick to the path, but they were far off the beaten trail and her quest would be easily forgotten under the feel of him. The clock remained stopped, however, Jareth remained unaware, most likely from the demesne's machinations, leaving the trap open and unknowable, at least for the moment. His hands trailed down her body, exploring the shape of her form. Open hands slide from hips to ass, squeezing and lifting to pull her up higher against him. He wanted to tell her, Stay with me, but the time wasn't ready yet. She wasn't ready yet. Soon enough, she would experience a mind numbing orgasm and he would beg her to give up her quest and remain with him in his Kingdom. A trick of the Labyrinth, but the sincerity of his desire to keep her would make for good bait.
"Come love, crawl up me and turn around. I want to taste you." Lit up like an angler fish, his hardness rising up, bending slightly before her, he was this trial's lure.
"Oh yes, darling girl, more of this. More of you." He grunted out as he situated himself against the obsidian bed, "I want to feel your body against mine, I want to show you things you've never dreamed of. If you're comfortable to, let us partake of each other sooner than later as I want to feel your mouth upon me as I share mine with you." His words trickled out slowly, like runoff water trickling down a path of pebbles. Removed from the water, his tentacles disappeared beneath her, long caresses and suctioned releases until they merged to form legs and left him seeming much closer to a man, were it not for that phosphorescence and the markings down his legs that showed where each tendril merged.
As wonderful as this was, it was all part of the Labyrinth's trap to seduce her from her way. Those old fairy tales always stated clearly, stick to the path, but they were far off the beaten trail and her quest would be easily forgotten under the feel of him. The clock remained stopped, however, Jareth remained unaware, most likely from the demesne's machinations, leaving the trap open and unknowable, at least for the moment. His hands trailed down her body, exploring the shape of her form. Open hands slide from hips to ass, squeezing and lifting to pull her up higher against him. He wanted to tell her, Stay with me, but the time wasn't ready yet. She wasn't ready yet. Soon enough, she would experience a mind numbing orgasm and he would beg her to give up her quest and remain with him in his Kingdom. A trick of the Labyrinth, but the sincerity of his desire to keep her would make for good bait.
"Come love, crawl up me and turn around. I want to taste you." Lit up like an angler fish, his hardness rising up, bending slightly before her, he was this trial's lure.