Oh, My Darling (Estaban) - Frederico's Haven

He shivered happily at the sounds she made. They were so different, so unusual and they moved up his spine like a wild fire. Much of her was like a wild fire, raging but somehow under control.

He could feel her meeting his rhythm, teasing him as much as he was teasing her. He expected no less from her and in fact was half surprised she hadnt been teasing him more. Quite frankly he might as well tease her as much as he possibly could. He was sure to get it back. She certainly had excellent hip control. And an excellent back arch. She gave him those amazing breasts and he bit just playfully in answer to her comment back to his question. Well, a bite and a pinch, perfectly synchronized to bring that much more of a sensation.

"How better to get you to answer to tease you sister? I thought you had learned from father. Ask, and hold it back. Or promise while giving them everything else first. So disappointing..."

But he was smiling as he said so, not looking her in the eyes but instead examining her breasts as his hands played with them, pinching, flicking them and just generally playing with them. He was doing so oh so casually and playfully. He licked a nipple and then the other, his tongue rough and using it to his best possible advantage.

"Tasty... but disappointing."

And he popped a nipple back in his mouth before moving his hips heavily against her own, pressing and rubbing in such a way to get her attention.

Her laugh was thick with both desire and amusement. She gave as good as she got, her hips answering his strong movements, the pressing of his flesh against hers. Her back arched so beautifully that she did offer him her breasts in a way that was teasing him as much as he teased her.

A well-timed little shiver passed through her, causing her to let go of a throaty moan that had started in her chest when his tongue and mouth found her nipple again. Though he hadn't let go of her arms, which made the sensation all that much more delicious. She offered herself to him, letting him take as much as he wanted, though her hips continued to press and roll against him.

"You're so very disappointed, dear brother, and yet, you still do not know what it is that I want or would ask you for."

It was yet another tease, the silk of her words that came across with no hitch, not even a pause for a whimper or a groan. It was subtle, so very subtle that most wouldn't catch it or even bother. But it was yet another indication of Frederico's teaching. She was teasing, bringing desire, showing him her own desire, and yet, still composed enough to speak clearly and without a pause. Subtle hints, subtle reminders.

Her sounds were so different, so unusual to him. They weren't cries of pleasure, or the indicators of a growing need that would soon burst into a hot flame. But they were sounds of enjoyment, seeing what he might do, a curiosity to each and every motion of hip and breast and back. Each time he pressed to her, she answered, a distant indicator of what might be to come.

Everything she did was well timed. She was trained by one of the best. But then so was he. He was more than happy to to play with her body, tease her and just enjoy himself, but he could also do so while playing the game.

He found himself in a unique situation. He knew these strengths, these methods and skills. He had learned them from his sire s she had and he knew when playing with his sire how they went. The difference was years of being with the man also taught him the mans weaknesses. He knew all the signs when the man weakened or when he surprised him he could read what the man wanted and what he didn't like he could read the Sunday Picayune.

Not so with his sister. He continued to play, using his mouth to tease her, occasionally his teeth coming to the party to let he sharpness of them play along her nipple. He suddenly moved up and took her throat in his mouth, pressing just hard enough to leave marks, and then went back to playing, releasing her hands to her could pinch the other nipple and the other hands slid along her thigh.

"Not yet sweet sister. Not yet."

She moaned for him, her back arching as she offered him more of the sweet flesh of her breasts for his mouth. It was a gasping moan, from deep in her throat when his teeth found her, answering him by pressing her hips harder to his. She didn't seem all that surprised when his teeth found her throat, either, though a deep chuckle did start to come forth from where his teeth bit, to fall into another pleased moan when his teeth found her nipple once again.

He let go of her hands, and she used them. One went into his hair, holding his mouth to her breasts, while the other began to roam. It slid over his neck and shoulder, the heat of her nearly hot enough to match his own. His hand slid over her thigh and she seemed to be pleased by that, the smooth flesh an invitation, should he so choose to take it, pressing back against his fingers.

Then came the sharp tug. The hard pull that took his mouth away from her breasts, only to be covered, devoured, by her own mouth. The struggle came once again, with a force that it didn't have prior to now, the teeth and tongue once again struggling for that control that had gone away once he had trapped her arms. The struggle for dominance was far from over, apparently, and her tongue warred with his in that same sweet fight from before.

He continued to enjoy himself, his mouth teasing her till suddenly he felt her pull him back hard. His mouth opened in surprise, which was only mostly faked. Suddenly they were in competition again. She caught him at first but he caught quickly as his mouth answered her own. It was a sweet war of sensations.

The hand on her breast played, teasing her. The other hand continued to rub up her thigh, moving under her skirt to tease her soft skin but never quite making it all the way up, a promise of touches to come.

The struggle, the war itself, seemed to actually be what spurred her own passion. Her hips and thighs answered the call of his touches, of him pressing against her. They moved and shifted, making sure to press in just the right places. The right pressure, while keeping her weight off of him. It was more pleasing that way.

She actually seemed to be laughing though. It was the first real emotion that he had seen from her, raw and unplanned. The laugh that ended with her growl, her teeth against his lip and her mouth in that sweet struggle for dominance. She wasn't laughing at him. She was laughing in her pleasure, that he was actually able to keep up.

He couldn't help but notice it was the clash, the challenge that spurred her on. This could indicate a lot of trouble in his future. A woman who got turned on when she challenged him. Oh yes, this was going to be, hazardous.

Two people who knew where to touch, what felt the best and what sensations drew the biggest reactions, could make this very very pleasurable. Though he should have been insulted that she was surprised he could keep up. They had the same teacher and he had many decades longer than she did. But he was too busy trying to keep her interested to worry about his feelings right now.

Under her knee, a certain spot on her inner thigh, the line between thigh and body, his hand touched, using soft finger tips, rough pads and sharp nails to make her react in exactly the way he wished. All while his mouth met and fought with hers.

Of course his own sighs and growls came unbidden, the one reaction to her he did not control.

She moved at the touch of his hands, a graceful dance that he set the pace for. His hands against her, his fingertips and nails, all combined to make her shift, press, undulate against him. And she did so, adding her own twist, her own little flavor, to the entire process.

She wasn't only reacting to him. Oh, she reacted, of that there was no doubt. But it wasn't her only actions. They had been taught by the same instructor, and he had taught her well. Not only did she react to each sensation, she added her own. A press of hip there, an extra roll of her hips and an arch of her back there.

All the while, her mouth warred with his. This was no gentle war, either. Her teeth bit, her nails raked, her tongue sought and demanded, challenging him to take her, take more from her.

He so enjoyed their dance. Which is what exactly it was, a meshing of body and minds that then challenged the ability and skills of the other, each adding flourishes and steps of their own to see if the other could match them. And she did so oh so prettily.

He was not afraid of challenges. In fact his time with Ra'idah had taught him how to be even more aggressive than he had been before. His mouth warred with hers, pressing with teeth and tongue for control. One hand rolled a breast hard, massaging it and squeezing.

That was when she started to fight dirty. Her back arched and a pretty moan slipped from between her lips. One of her hands slipped downward, under the waist of his pants. With one hand and an expert touch, the button came free. It let her slip her hand inside, let her feel him with a warm, gentle touch.

She didn't pull his pants away and didn't pull him free, though. Not exactly. But her hips rolled and pressed against him, her head falling forward as her mouth found his neck. His neck and shoulder, really, sharp little bites punctuated with little kisses and brushes of her tongue. Her back arched again, pressing her breasts to his chest, letting her other hand rake the nails over his back. She had, after all, heard plenty about him from Frederico.

He growled as one hands slipped down below his pants and her mouth did all the right things to him. The nails was the final straw. Damn Frederico and his mouth. It always was willing to talk about prior lovers when he was satiated. This girl knew entirely too much about him.

His hands moved up under her skirt, up her thighs. All he knew was she liked him to take the lead, liked to have someone strong challenge her, something Frederico would have required of her, so he could constantly impress her. He pressed against her as well, his arms coming behind her, hands on her shoulders as they kissed hard, his nails digging into soft flesh and at the same time, pulling her down against him.

There was that soft growl from her again. Her hips were grinding against him, an almost insistent pressure against him as her hips continued to move. She pressed and rolled, her back arching forward and toward him, her head falling back in her pleasure when he pulled her so tightly against him.

She was patient. Oh, so patient. But her heat grew, and she moved to show it. To reflect it, and telegraph her desire to him. Because of it, she bit him harder, her growl easily felt against the trapped flesh, her hands working once again to rake over his back.

He laughed in her face at that growl and bit her lip softly. Oh she was being patient, but he did enjoy knowing he was getting to her. It was nice to know she wasnt the only one able to tease someone mercilessly.

He arched into her hands again as she raked his back with those sharp claws she called nails and moaned for her. His own hands undid a zipper of his own, freeing himself just enough, and then he pulled her closer again, letting her feel hi rubbing against the material of her skirt, rubbing against her through it.

"Better?"

And he was kissing her hard again tongues waring.

She chuckled again, the sound rough and throaty and raw in his ears. Her hands at his back came back up, tangling into fists in his hair. There, she drew his head back, leaning in close to graze her teeth over his chin. She growled, breathing harshly as she felt him pressing against her, teasing her even more.

Oddly, she smiled. Her hips continued to move, to cause her own torment, but to torment him as well. Her head tilted as she watched him, still moving to the ministrations of hand and teeth and lips. "I do believe I am winning, brother."

He gazed at her, his head pulled back and a shuddering sigh coming from his lips. Both hands moved up under the back of her skirt and grasped the full soft flesh there, squeezing strongly and pulling her against him, controlling how they rubbed against each other.

"Oh sister, don't you understand? If we do this correctly, everyone wins."

One hand moved just enough to give one of her buttocks a light but effective slap before going back to squeezing and controlling the same flesh. His mouth moved despite being held, gasping in pleasure at the sharp pull, teeth snapping at her lip, trying to capture it despite her holding him.

She growled, playfully at both the squeeze against her ass and the slap against her buttock. But it did serve the purpose of pressing her forward, harder, against him. Her hips undulated again, the promise of the heat between her thighs so close, so very close right there against him. Not quite pressing, but close enough to touch. At his words, though, she started to chuckle.

"Oh, I'm quite well aware of how this works, my brother. But at the moment, I am still winning."

It was obvious that she had a competitive nature, most especially so when it came to Estaban. But she didn't fight his lips or his teeth when they aimed for her mouth. Not by any stretch of the imagination. Once again, her tongue was in a battle with his, her teeth scraping his lip as she let go of a soft, pleased moan. Just enough to let him know that she did so enjoy the feeling of his hands on her flesh, no matter what her words might indicate.

He laughed again and somehow managed to hold back the moan as she touched him. the heat so close.

"AS you wish sister. You are winning and I am but a helpless pawn in this game."

He laughed again, wondering how much she would buy it. He continued to play with her, not letting her words goad him into doing anything he didnt want to do. Unfortunately for her, what he was coming to want was to pound her brains out... sexually. He suddenly lifted her and flipped her on her back, his hips grinding against her.

But yet his hands and mouth continued their playing, their struggle. Look multitasking.

Not at all, apparently, was how much she was buying it. But she didn't let that stop her, or give her pause, or even bother her in the least. Her eyes widened when he flipped her, and she found herself on her back. But she didn't argue, using the leverage instead to thrust her hips hard up into his. Growling, she reached around him and raked him again with her nails. She arched so very prettily under him that one might have thought that she had been intending for him to flip her onto her back all along. But it did nothing to curb her enthusiasm for him.

She thrust against him and all the did was make him push her down even harder. Her nails against his back made his back arch into them, seeking out her sharp claws, even as his mouth found her lip and bit lightly.

His hands pulled her skirt up, letting him grind against her with nothing between them enjoying the feel of her skin, of her body. He did not care what she intended, only what he wanted. If she wanted it as well, well then good for her. He growled and let his hands find her pretty breasts, playing with them roughly.

Her head fell back as his hands found her breasts so roughly, her back bowing as she arched up into him. She didn't cry out, though, but growled instead, using the new leverage to press her hips up and into him. Now that her skirt was out of the way, she let him feel her heat, pressing against him, rubbing ... so inviting.

All of her seemed to be inviting. She wasn't struggling with him so much anymore, but returning his heat with her own wanton desire. She, unlike Ra'idah, had no trouble at all with being wanton, her body soft and inviting him to touch more, kiss more, nibble more. And she used it to her advantage, raking her nails down his back, enough to reach behind him and grip his ass, pulling him roughly against her. Not trying to force him to take her, but the invitation was there, pure and simple. She was just as happy to be rubbing her heat against him.

It was inviting, so much offered and he had to admit he wanted it. Wanted her heat and her passion. She was, in many ways so very assessable. Rosita was very practices that was to be sure. Her body seemed to be made for this, for sex. Though in his mind, Ra'idah was for love.

She gripped him and he reacted rubbing even harder against her heat, feeling the closeness of their sex, feeling the need in both of them building. His mouth found her neck and nibbled it roughly. No soft kisses here. Just sharp nibbles promising more.

Suddenly him mouth took one of her breasts into it, sucking on it and teasing the nipple with his teeth. The he straightened back up, his mouth on her and this maneuver allowing him to go from rubbing against her to sliding inside her, a firm push, smoothly taking his length all the way to the tip of her, burying himself inside her.

She gasped, a little sound of shock, as he entered her so fully. It seemed almost as though she wasn't prepared for it, but he could tell that she was pleased. Her hips moved, to prove her willingness and her want. Her voice, low and sultry, came to him as her thighs spread wider. "Oh, my darling brother ... you're so big!" She didn't sound like she was making fun of him, though. No mockery in her tone at all. Just that low and sultry tone, a slight bit of surprise, as she held herself open for him.

A long moan filled the air, her back arching as she offered him those large, supple breasts of hers for more teasing. For more sweet torment, her hands at his back raking over him as she pulled him closer to her. Harder. A shudder ran through her, the rest of her reacting so sweetly to his attention, that it was undeniable. "Ohh, yes, Estaban ... yes ... like that ... "

M0osckery or not, her bodies react was enough for him. She arched so that he could tease her more and so he did, teeth scraping at the soft skin as his tongue teased and played. For the bitch she was sometimes, she tasted so so very sweet right now.

His hips did not seem to care what his mouth and hands did though She had pulled harder onto him to feel him as deep into her as he could go. He was rather surprised. his deep would hurt Ra'idah, not that it had stopped them at time. And so now he did not hold back, but started to move his hips, long slow strokes that did not end till his hips med her and always ended with a hard push, plunging the last inch to find out just how deep he could go, how completely she could take him.

In truth, she reveled in it. Yes, it was painful, feeling him press inside of her, against sensitive bits of her that were usually untouched. A sweet ache, sharp and deep within, that caused her to shudder and whimper quietly. It was a sound of pain, but one of mixed pleasure with it, as though she wanted him to hurt her -- another of Frederico's teachings. Pain could only heighten the experience, if done properly. Welcome the pain as you welcome the pleasure, and you will find the pleasure does nothing but increase.

She arched under him, her hands at his hips sliding upward, over his back. Just so she could rake him with her fingers once again, before her hands found his ass once more. He could feel her, doing what Ra'idah would never have done. He pressed into her, and he could feel her fingers starting to play with his own entrance. Light little brushes against him, as she was able to take him, completely, within herself. She continued to speak, through the whimpers and the cries that she gave to him with each long, powerful stroke inside of her. "Relax for me, my brother... welcome.... me.... "

He knew that training, part of his fascination with the sharp bite of nails along his back. He arched his back again and pressed into her harder. He knew what this would do, having felt a similar if different effect from his sire many times. He knew how sweet the pain could turn the pleasure.

She played with him and his body relaxed automatically. He had donr this countless times. He relaxed timing it so as she pressed, his body actually welcomed her. Of course it had to tighten and press at her, actually sucking her finger in, but then he relaxed again. He gulped in air, and moaned lightly, pushing into her again, his hips circling.

"You are... always welcome...sister."