Turpling || Your Skin is Something That I Stir Into my Tea [[OKAY NOW IT’S JUST PORN BASICALLY]]

gavinashling:

Gavin lifted Lisa’s hips into his mouth with his free hand, the other one hitting spots inside of her that resulted in desperate screams for him. He fit another finger inside, pushing deep and pulling up against her wall over and over again while sucking and flicking his tongue on her clit. He moaned hungrily, pumping his fingers and letting go of her hips to reach between his legs and get himself off.

Gavin couldn’t resist cumming with her as her pleasure made his cock harder than it had ever been. Lisa made him feel things he had never felt and he craved every little fucking bit of her. He wanted to drown in her and let her waves consume him, swallow him like her muscles were swallowing his thrusting fingers. 

Gavin’s balls tightened as he pumped his hard girth, grunting against Lisa’s fever as he continued to fill her and taste her.

Lisa’s body readily bent to Gavin’s will, twisting in midair as he continued to lavish her clit with frantic percussion. She was almost ready to give up in the face of the overwhelming ecstasy, not sure how much longer her muscles could remain clenched, when he forced another finger inside her, evoking a breathless moan. She felt like she was filled completely, her muscles contracting and throbbing against the fingers that fluttered, cramped, inside of her. Gavin was satisfying a hunger that Lisa had been beginning to consider insatiable. And oh, how it nourished her.

Lisa writhed uncontrollably under his directive, as she felt something within her start to build up, accompanied by a sense of desperate urgency. It was like someone had just lit the match that would start a forest fire within her. She could feel the sensations magnify and intensify. Her toes were curling, her thighs shuddering as if by their own accord. This was it, Lisa was no longer in control of her own body. Gavin had taken her over entirely, driving her toward climax, while she could only let her eyes roll back in her head and wait.

“Oh God Gavin, oh please please don’t stop, pleaassee” she cried out, her hips giving a final jerk upward, where they remained frozen. Every muscle in her body had contracted simultaneously as Gavin dutifully continued as she had begged.

“Gaviiiinnnnn!“ she squealed as every muscle in her body released all at once, feeling a final rush of wetness spring forth from deep inside of her. She moaned his name once more, her chest heaving pitifully before she could take his tongue no longer and her hands flew to his head to allow her poor, aching clit space to recover. In the last moment of release, Lisa’s body deflated entirely, leaving her to pant wearily on the bed, her body sore and satisfied.

(Source: lisaturpintine)

Turpling || Your Skin is Something That I Stir Into my Tea [[OKAY NOW IT’S JUST PORN BASICALLY]]

gavinashling:

Gavin’s eyes nearly fluttered back when he heard Lisa’s tone move from soft to critical. He could almost physically feel the force of her femininity influencing him, pulling his closer, making him greedy. He breathlessly removed her underwear, muttered a quick God, thank you before looping his arms underneath her legs and pushing his tongue against her throbbing clit. 

Lisa had been waiting past her body’s capacity to be satisfied with some kind of delivery and Gavin’s mouth covering her swollen nerves gave her more than enough. She dripped against his mouth as he moved his tongue in circles on her, applying pressure before licking her up and down. 

He moaned against her, his mouth muffled while trying to push his head closer to her, moving his tongue with an increasing pace. She was heaven in his mouth and his body reacted to that as his length began to swell and grow hard against his boxers once again. 

Gavin let out tiny moans and groans of pleasure and he overwhelmed Lisa with his mouth. He pulled one of his arms out from underneath her leg and teased her entry with his middle finger before shoving it deep inside of her. 

Lisa was far past the point of having the energy to care about keeping herself controlled. She could no longer will herself to monitor the rise and fall of her breath, let alone the volume with which her breaths erupted. Anyway, the stone walls of the castle were certainly thick enough to muffle her screams of explicit rapture. She was positive, though she had obviously never tested it out first hand.

She raised her pelvis eagerly as Gavin hungrily removed her undergarments, her knees almost too weak from pleasure to hold her up long enough to get them off. Her body lent itself easily to him, obliging to adjust as he took captivity of her thighs to pull her toward him and then — “Oh God, Gaavin!” she moaned as her body convulsed momentarily under his unyielding and agile tongue.

“Mmmmmmmm” Lisa continued to whimper pitifully as her body settled into the pulsing flow of the new stimulus. With every ebb and flow of the warm muscle against her, she felt a new and unfamiliar thrill shoot up and down her spine, making it a challenge to remain still for her counterpart. And the vibrating of his groans against her clit only helped to deepen her lust, her hips grinding frenziedly into the waiting warmth of his mouth.

Soon enough, his pace quickened and she struggled to keep up. Lisa felt her forehead dampen as her eyebrows remained knotted together against the indescribable agony of long-awaited sexual fulfillment. And then she felt it — he had entered her, causing her muscles to clench up and spasm around the finger, and her throat to emit the loudest and most uncharacteristic scream of pleasure yet. She felt every move as he let his digit explore her from the inside, tracing out every bump and groove within her. She was getting closer to relief, she had a feeling. She had no idea what kinds of sensations she should be expecting, but she couldn’t imagine that her body could take much more of a pounding.

(Source: lisaturpintine)

Turpling || Your Skin is Something That I Stir Into my Tea [[getting a little more heated]]

gavinashling:

Gavin slid his fingers between her, teasing her nerves with slow, daring motions. His breathing grew stronger when she released breaks in her silence to whimper and inaudibly beseech him. He let his tongue and teeth make love to the curve of her ear, a storm brewing inside of him. 

“You are… so wet.” He whispered, so completely enthralled by what he had done to her. “I need to taste you. My mouth is watering.”

He moved from her ear to her neck, kissing it deeper before finding her mouth and letting his tongue roam against hers. Gavin slid his thigh between her legs and pushed his body against her, grabbing her hip with one of his hands and pulling it on him. Lisa’s pelvis was now under the control of Gavin’s hand, her wetness rubbing against his leg.

He kissed her chest and dragged his lips down to her stomach, stopping right above the line to her underwear.

“Please,” he asked, desperately, “let me taste you.”

Lisa exhaled heavily, trembling imperceptibly as she felt her exquisite yearning wage war on her every last nerve ending, with Gavin as head commander leading the charge. She gasped for air over and over, as if her lungs couldn’t get their fill of the sweet, desirous air that hung around them like a cloud of fragrant perfume.

She let her eyelids fall shut, a calm grin pulling at the corners of her mouth as she felt the soothing vibration of Gavin’s deep voice whisper in her ear. She had honestly tuned out for a half a moment, focusing instead on the electricity passed between the space between his lips and her skin, intensifying her excruciating pleasure.

Lisa accepted Gavin’s mouth on hers eagerly, pushing herself upward just to feel the pressure of his lips against her own. She measured her breaths against the cadence of their intricate dance, she kept time with the thrum of blood she could feel through his chest. And when he pressed himself against her warmth, she whimpered audibly into his mouth, feeling the throbbing of her clit match its pace to their rhythmic correspondence.

She nearly let out a sob of gratitude as Gavin’s mouth traveled down her torso, pleading with him impatiently when he stopped short of her boxer line. “Please, please, just… do it” she whimpered hastily, struggling to keep her tone restrained. Every moment that Gavin paused was a moment she was left hanging, dangling by a shoelace from a cliff, racked by the agonizing ache of a job unfinished.

(Source: lisaturpintine)

Turpling || Your Skin is Something That I Stir Into my Tea [[getting a little more heated]]

gavinashling:

Gavin never had an absolute, full illustration of himself. He could transition between sweltering confidence and paralyzing self doubt within a matter of sentences and then pick himself up and switch it right back around. When Lisa begged, her soft tongue rolling against his name, he no longer needed any further queues, groans or looks from her. He no longer questioned his actions and he paid no attention to his returning erection as he slid his hand down past her hip bone to between her legs. 

Gavin could feel the fire radiate from her craving and the damp material against his fingers was pushed back against her. He leaned closer and kissed her neck up to her ear, “If anything I do makes you uncomfortable or you want it to stop, you just tell me and we will go to bed.” He licked her ear and nibbled it softly, continuing to rub her over her boxer shorts. 

At that moment, Gavin wanted nothing more than to taste her. To tease her. To drag his bottom lip up her clit, snaking his tongue closely behind.  He wanted to please and fullfil her completely. And he suffered with the passing moments that his head wasn’t buried among her thighs. His fingers slowed until he stopped while kissing and licking Lisa’s neck. Gavin pushed his hand into the waistband of her underwear and trailed a finger over her middle, taunting her. 

Lisa groaned desperately as Gavin’s confident hands plunged below her waistband, her breath escaping in short, whining bursts. She felt his unrelenting fingers press against the gathering moisture, painfully aware as her situation grew ever more dire. She nodded blindly as Gavin spoke at her, making a mental note of what he had said. But in this, her first real moment of sensual need, she had little expectation that she would be perturbed by anything the man threw her way. As long as he knew how to cease her swelling desperation, she had a feeling things would turn out alright.

And when Gavin’s lips met the lobe of her ear, Lisa was certain that all bets were off. She felt his sultry, insistent breath on her neck and her spine curved up, her body slowly disappearing under the escalating heat of her craving. She needed Gavin, she wasn’t ashamed to admit it. She needed him to release her, to break her agonizing shackles. The combination of all the relentless sensations was wearing her down, uncertain how much longer the pleasure could mount.

Lisa objected audibly, another incoherent groan breaking free as Gavin’s merciless fingers came to a halt. And though his unyielding lips never parted from the supple and sensitive skin on her neck, she felt it cruel the way he taunted her. In that moment, it felt like a life or death situation, and Gavin held the entirety of her fate in his hands. He toyed with that fate like it was child’s play, waving it in front of her, but just out of her reach.

Lisa began to whimper once more, craning her neck slightly so that he would be able to apply more pressure to the tender spots, desperately hoping that that modest bit of stimulation would be enough to keep her from imploding beneath his tormenting clutches.

(Source: lisaturpintine)

Turpling || Your Skin is Something That I Stir Into my Tea [[getting a little more heated]]

gavinashling:

Gavin pulled off what was the rest of his shirt that had been sitting mid-torso during his sexual enterprise and sighed. The cotton had been sticking to his back in the most annoying way after he had broken out in a sweat. He wiped the left overs of his orgasm from off of his stomach and threw the shirt in the laundry basket. As he shifted and felt the wet cloth between her legs, Lisa let out a soft moan that told Gavin every subtle touch destroyed her.

He didn’t want to imply taking care of her growing problem himself, no matter how desperately he ached to taste her. He had an escalating anxiety that every breath he took could be wrong in her eyes and she would push him away. He didn’t want to move too fast. He didn’t want to scare her off. He was lucky enough to be sharing the same air as her, let alone a bed and let alone the gift of her orgasm. 

He smirked to himself, regaining his confidence. “You can have whatever you want.”

Gavin didn’t bother with constraint anymore. He reached over and slid his hand up the side of her shirt, feeling her bare skin warm under his hand. He traced every rib and moved his hand carefully and only slightly over her stomach in a sudden fit of curiosity. He wanted to feel her. He wanted to feel the worst parts of her, the parts that withered and dehydrated in the heat so he could help make them beautiful again. So he could give them water and love and sunlight. It was nothing. She was tiny. He was afraid that even moving his hand that was now drifting toward her hip bone would break her. But Lisa remained solid and tangible in front of him even as he started to push and massage her skin against the muscle and bone above her leg. 

As she watched Gavin smirk down at her, it was all Lisa could do to keep herself from melting into a jumble of convulsing nerves right then and there. Since leaving France and the pain of her childhood behind, Lisa had never so much as stuck her hand down her pants just to warm her fingers in the winter (or summer. Seasons didn’t really matter anymore, Lisa was always freezing). Taking that into consideration, Lisa was astounded that she had managed to remain in one piece this long, and avoid imploding from all the pent up sexual energy she didn’t even know she had.

Whatever you want. Those words kept repeating in her head. She didn’t even know why she was caught off guard with Gavin anymore. Since their first conversation, he had proven himself to be a game changer. And he had, of course, done it yet again. With six simple words paired with a casual smile, Lisa felt her whole world flipping upside down once more. For the first time since… ever, Lisa had endless opportunities open to her. Just the thought of having her desires fulfilled made her head spin, so much so that she began to feel the familiar pang of anxiety.

Luckily, she wasn’t able to fret over the array of choices for long enough to become distracted. Before she was even able to open her mouth to reply, Gavin had set his hands on her and they were already exploring the delicate canvas of her body, travelling like watercolour through the dips and rises of her corporeal landscape, leaving tiny trails of smoldering ash in their wake. She felt her toes curl with tension, her hunger growing every second, the anticipation building to the point that she didn’t even notice as he grazed past her biggest insecurity. There was no pressure in his touch, no expectations between his fingers and her torso. She felt the warmth of his skin and the subtle beating of his pulse and it all quickened the pace of her own heart, causing her breath to become labored. When Gavin’s determined touch settled on the spot next to the crest of her hip bone, Lisa felt her eyelids flutter as her vision blurred, a gratuitous whimper once again escaping her. He was mere inches from the center of her longing and she was met with more painful desire with each ticking of the clock. “Please, Gavin” she whined softly, begging him to stop the aching. She didn’t know what would happen to her if she endured for much longer.

(Source: lisaturpintine)

Turpling || Your Skin is Something That I Stir Into my Tea [[low-key smutty]]

gavinashling:

Gavin’s brace around his girth grew tight and pyretic, accompanying the feverish rolling of Lisa’s core heat against his hipbone. His eyes found their way to the back of his head as he felt himself grow closer and closer to orgasm. And when Lisa’s hand gripped the muscle of his forearm, his legs twitched involuntarily with the sounds of him breathing frantically over the whimpers of his Ravenclaw. 

He felt himself reach his peak amongst her desperation and pleading sounds as the fabric of her boxer shorts began to make his skin damp. As he pulled back on his length, Gavin welcomed a warm electrocution to fill his body, muttering through short breaths I’m going to cum before shooting rope after rope onto his stomach. 

He continued to rub his now slowly shrinking masculinity until satisfaction before resting his tired wrist over his underwear. In a fight to regain control of his breathing, it was immediately taken away from him again when he accidentally brushed against the desire that lied between Lisa’s thighs. 

Gavin remained still, unsure of what to say. He had never found himself in a situation like this before and had deeply hoped that Lisa would find a way out of her shyness to break whatever ice he felt stood in their way. 

Lisa felt her heart pounding frantically against her ribcage as she felt Gavin’s entire body tense and spasm, his voice tickling its way into her ear as he announced his climax in a hoarse whisper. Her eyebrows furrowed together in anticipation, a pitiable whine escaping her throat in response. She grew more and more lustful as he came closer to his brink, her insides melting into a pit of white-hot frenzied desire. And seconds later, he had finished, a stream of opaque white liquid shooting from his pulsing shaft. She let loose a pained moan, her arousal only growing as his began to disappear.

As Gavin’s breath began to slow, so did Lisa’s, but that was the only thing that calmed within her. The pulse between her legs was now throbbing powerfully, and she had no idea how to put the fire out. She laid her head back on the pillow beneath her, staring up at the stone ceiling as she shifted her hips uncomfortably, painfully aware of the growing dampness.

But all of a sudden, for one split second, Lisa felt the tiniest jolt of relief so exquisite that it was almost ecstasy, pushing a groan past her lips. It caught her so off guard that it took her a few seconds to even realize what had caused the indescribable sensation. She shook the fog from her muddled mind in attempt to bring herself back down to earth, but the effort was fruitless. She was too far lost in her own world of deliciously agonizing desire that she couldn’t coax her brain back to coherency. “I don’t know what just happened, but can it p-please happen again?” she moaned, eyes still fixed on the grey stones above her, eyebrows still knitted together in concentration.

(Source: lisaturpintine)

Turpling || Your Skin is Something That I Stir Into my Tea [[low-key smutty]]

gavinashling:

Lisa’s voice never seemed to sway from a gentle tone and with that was a painfully irresistible innocence that nudged Gavin over the edge. When she mumbled that he didn’t have to stop, it was hard enough for him to not let his hand wander, but when she pleaded with him not to, his self control melted and his hesitance followed close behind.

He turned his head to make eye contact with her, something he hadn’t done since she changed position. Gavin’s fingers slipped back into the cotton hugging his lower half and his hand found itself wrapping around the hard swell that needed nothing more than release. 

Lisa swam in the t-shirt Gavin had lent her for bed. It was peculiar to him because he never saw himself as a big man, but compared to her petite body, there was a blatant contrast. The crew-neck hung forward in the front and the shoulder sagged on her slightly. 

His hand slowly veered down his penis as the muscles in his neck tightened, examining her neckline and shoulder. His mirage slowly clouded his eyes again as pleasure licked his entire body, forcing out feverish breaths and quiet grunts. If he hadn’t forced himself back to reality, he wouldn’t have had the pleasure of witnessing the growing lust that seemed to be advancing behind Lisa’s eyes. 

Gavin never got a chance to witness the virtue of pure innocence. And because of that, he managed to avoid feeling sheepish and relished the moment as it was, his breaths moving closer together as his teeth started their assault on his tongue.

Lisa’s breath caught in her throat as she came to the realization that she was really here, she was both present and willing, next to a man in his most private moment. It was certainly surreal, but she didn’t have much time to mull over this sudden transition. Before she knew it, Lisa had ceased her introspection, ignoring the confused voice in her head in favour of allowing herself to exist fully in the moment instead.

The entire room was almost silent and (thankfully) completely pitch dark, which allowed for Lisa to feel little self consciousness. It was hard to worry about appearances when no one could see her. The only sounds penetrating the still hush of the room were Gavin’s soft gasps, his restrained moans echoing melodies through Lisa’s anatomy. Her thoughts were clouded — by what, she wasn’t sure — yet she was still completely focused at the same time. Focused on the subdued repetition of his lustful breath, which she felt hit her shoulder like a bludger every time he exhaled.

And she was focused, too, on the growing arousal beneath her boxer shorts. It was unlike anything she had ever felt, like some magnetic pulse was coursing through her, coaxing her pelvis closer and closer to the man next to her — but more specifically, toward the stiffness he was concentrated on. Try as she might, she couldn’t keep herself from gyrating against Gavin’s subtly defined hipbone. Her breaths became ragged as his slowly grew louder and more impassioned.

Lisa licked her dry lips, swallowing back handfuls of words that risked too much embarrassment (still uncertain of what she was supposed to be doing). Instead of speaking out loud, Lisa decided the appropriate thing to do would be to speak with her body. She let her mind wander as her hands did the same. With a hint of apprehension, she brought her trembling fingers to Gavin’s torso, letting her light touch travel down the unsteady landscape of his abdomen, pausing by his hipbones and playing at the elastic of the waistband. It seemed like every shift of her body elicited another fervent groan, which in turn sent another swell of craving through her body (already trembling under the burden of overwhelming stimulus).

After a few moments of dragging her hands up and down Gavin’s torso, she took one final risk. Up until that moment, she had made a point of avoiding the man’s occupied arm so as not to interfere. But in one smooth motion, Lisa’s hand was resting on his forearm, following along as the limb sped faster and faster, up and down. She shivered as she felt the muscles tighten and relax underneath taut flesh. She tightened her grip unconsciously as she felt the ache in her core grow and intensify. Her breathing had been ragged for most of the experience, but now she began hearing her own soft moaning join the chorus of Gavin’s breath. She whimpered against his neck in an unprecedented display of shamelessness. Her hips were bucking into his side eagerly now, as she felt her grip on his arm tighten more yet. She still wasn’t entirely certain how she was supposed to make the painful arousal disappear, but in that moment Lisa was content in composing melodies from the pair of jumbled moans, the percussion of her quickening heartbeat in her ear giving rhythm to the refrain as she lay in agony.

(Source: lisaturpintine)

gavinashling:

That sounds wonderful, Lisa. Ancient Runes is a fantastic class. I hope you have fun. Would you mind bringing me up some mashed potatoes and corn? I’ll be spending most of the day in the library.

I’ll be sure to remember! I look forward to it. See you… erm… in the library? Or uhh… Or up in the towers?

(Source: lisaturpintine)