[her hands find purchase on the bed, gripping the sheets tightly. She has half a thought that she might tear them somehow, but not even that can remain in her head under Solas’s undivided attention like this.
There’s no use for propriety here. This isn’t the act of fucking for the sake of children, nothing more and nothing less. Solas was skilled, and clearly happy to show it, and Helaena was more than happy to be shown.
There’s no use was no pretense here, nothing to be gained by trying to hold back, so Helaena doesn’t. She’s not the Queen, she’s not a Targaryen. She’s just a woman being loved by a man and turned into a delighted, quivering mess because of it. She rocks against his face, gentle and tentative, then a bit more demanding as she gets used to it.]
Solas, more. [She moans softly, untangling one hand to bring it to his head to urge him on.] I can take it, I swear.
[ This is not for the sake of children, not for the sake of passing on his own form to the next generation - that is not something that Solas is concerned about. The only focus that he has at the moment, the only thing that matters to him, is ensuring that Helaena is being given what she deserves, that she's finally able to enjoy the pleasure that has seemingly been denied her for so long.
He also does not care about propriety.
As she rocks against his face, he gives into her, and lets her take her pleasure from him. He adjusts to seek out what she enjoys the most, to ensure that he is giving her exactly what is going to spiral her over that edge the fastest, and he hums softly at her sounds of delight.
[Helaena cries out, which tapers into a low moan. The moan becomes soft, sweet pants and whines as it continues, her next orgasm hitting her a bit faster than the first and more unexpected.
Her thighs squeeze a moment as she rides it out, her cry loud to her ears. It rolls through her, her entire body shivering before she goes limp against the bed, trying to catch her breath. She feels lightheaded, like her entire body is just floating, closing her eyes to enjoy the lingering sensation.] Solas... [She sighs his name, reaching for him]
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There’s no use for propriety here. This isn’t the act of fucking for the sake of children, nothing more and nothing less. Solas was skilled, and clearly happy to show it, and Helaena was more than happy to be shown.
There’s no use was no pretense here, nothing to be gained by trying to hold back, so Helaena doesn’t. She’s not the Queen, she’s not a Targaryen. She’s just a woman being loved by a man and turned into a delighted, quivering mess because of it. She rocks against his face, gentle and tentative, then a bit more demanding as she gets used to it.]
Solas, more. [She moans softly, untangling one hand to bring it to his head to urge him on.] I can take it, I swear.
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He also does not care about propriety.
As she rocks against his face, he gives into her, and lets her take her pleasure from him. He adjusts to seek out what she enjoys the most, to ensure that he is giving her exactly what is going to spiral her over that edge the fastest, and he hums softly at her sounds of delight.
He would worship her, gladly, he thinks. ]
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Her thighs squeeze a moment as she rides it out, her cry loud to her ears. It rolls through her, her entire body shivering before she goes limp against the bed, trying to catch her breath. She feels lightheaded, like her entire body is just floating, closing her eyes to enjoy the lingering sensation.] Solas... [She sighs his name, reaching for him]