Cubefall: Sinric/Aureus

[i_am_your_host]

Emcee opens the door to his room and leads Aureus inside.

The shades are up and the windows are open to the night air. The large bed is neatly made, with soft, dark linens and down pillows. On the table near the plush loveseat are glasses and bottles of wine and other liquor, and a gramophone.

"Would you like something to drink?" he offers.

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[thewidewideworld]

"Please?" Aureus asks, twirling her heavy skirts as she inspects the gramophone. "For music?"

[i_am_your_host]

Emcee pours out half a glass of wine and hands it to her. She may have a more delicate constitution in this shape, so it's best to go easy.

"Yes, it's a gramophone, from my time. It plays records. Considerably more old-fashioned than the music system in your rooms, but I like it. It reminds me of home."

He goes to a shelf nearby where he keeps the record albums he salvaged from home, and even some he borrowed from the library. He slips an Edith Piaf record out of its sleeve and places it on the turntable. Turning the crank several times, he sets the turntable in motion, and places the needle on the record. 'La Vie en Rose' begins to play.

[thewidewideworld]

Aureus accepts the glass with a smile, brushing his fingers over Emcee's. "Thank you."

She listens to the music, rocking in time to the music, she skirts brushing the floor. She sets the glass down and reaches out to take Emcee's hand, inviting him to dance with her.

[i_am_your_host]

Emcee could never resist a dance.

He takes her hand and slips his other arm around her waist, her figure even more slender now. Together they gently move to the music, swaying and stepping lightly, twirling across the floor.

[thewidewideworld]

Slender and soft and wonderfully warm in Emcee's arms. She smiles up into Emcee's eyes, pushing up on her toes to brush a kiss over his lips. "Thank you."

[i_am_your_host]

With his arms looped around her waist, he leans in to press his lips fully against hers in a kiss warm with desire.

[thewidewideworld]

Aureus opens herself to the kiss, still swaying to the music. She's glad it was Emcee. Someone she likes and trusts for this new thing.

The clothing is heavier than she's use to - the many layers of linen and wool, strung with heavy beads. "Will you help me get some of this off?"

[i_am_your_host]

And he's glad that she feels comfortable with him like this, trusting him to give her every pleasure possible.

"Of course," he murmurs, as he skims his hands over her bodice, hooking his fingers in laces and pulling them loose.

[thewidewideworld]

Just shedding the heavy brooches and beads is a start but she sighs in relief as Emcee helps her out of the outer layers.

The linen underdress fits tightly around her chest, flaring wide from her hips, suggesting a form rather more curved than Sinric's usual androgynous figure.

She looks up at him with a smile and draws him into another slow but heated kiss.

[i_am_your_host]

It's a figure to be appreciated.

He is easily and willingly drawn into her kiss, resting his hands low on her more rounded hips. He deepens the kiss, pulling her body close to his.

[thewidewideworld]

She gasps warmly, moulding her body to his and feeling eagerness grow in both of them. She feels strange, warm. The unknown parts beneath her skirts slick with wanting.

She dances them towards the bed, shaking a little with desire.

[i_am_your_host]

As she presses close, she'll most certainly feel his own desire growing.

At the foot of the bed, he breaks the kiss and pulls his sleeveless undershirt off over his head. He toes off his boots, kicking them aside, and begins to undo his trousers.

[thewidewideworld]

Aureus steps to him, touching Emcee's chests with hands warmer and smaller than before. He strokes long lines down his chest, kissing the crest of his sternum softly.

[i_am_your_host]

He sighs into her hair at her touch, at her kiss.

He lets his trousers drop, baring himself to her without hesitation.

[thewidewideworld]

Aureus purrs and steps in to kiss Emcee again, pressing the length of her slight body against him. All of him.

She takes his hand and guides it up her leg, drawing up the linen of her skirts to show the pale skin of her thigh.

[i_am_your_host]

As he kisses her, he wraps one arm around her waist as his other hand travels up the outside of her smooth, firm thigh. At her hip, he shifts downward, to stroke the inside of her leg. He feels her warmth, but he won't touch her there yet, teasing her.

[thewidewideworld]

She whimpers warmly, feeling heat lick her loins. She widens her stance, hands resting on his shoulders for balance. "Please?" She begs in Ancient Greek.

[i_am_your_host]

He tightens his arm around her waist. Because she may feel her knees want to give out.

He slips his hand between her thighs, cupping her, his breath hitching at the feel of her wetness. He rubs her gently, sliding his fingertips along her slick lips.

[thewidewideworld]

She cries out with pleasure, wet and shaking. It's like nothing she's ever felt before and it does make her knees buckle.

She manages to free a hand long enough to open the brooch at her throat, letting the keyhole neck of the dress, revealing the curves of breasts larger than before.

[i_am_your_host]

And he's only just begun.

He loathes to take his hand away, but he must, in order to pull her dress down over her shoulders. He drinks every inch of her in with his eyes as the dress falls to the floor.

Taking her by the hips, he draws her to him, his stiffened cock nudging her between her thighs.

"I will make you feel everything," he murmurs, "over and over and over again."

[thewidewideworld]

She suffers from a moment of modesty, feeling strange about being strange exposed. She blushes warmly, ducking her head. "I'd like that."

[i_am_your_host]

He runs his lips across her brow, his breath hot and quick on her skin.

And the he turns her around--toward the large mirror at his vanity table. He stands behind her, his arms encircling her, holding her smaller body against him.

"Look at yourself, darling," he whispers in her ear.

[thewidewideworld]

She lets him guide her, looking herself over. Shorter, slighter but curved. Full breasts with large, pink nipples. Narrow hips, still fuller than his own. Legs just as long but fuller and softer.

She brings a slow hand up, touching the curve of her stomach, softer in it's curves than before. "Is it... am I- you've seen more women than me."

[i_am_your_host]

He follows the path of her hand with his own.

"Yes. And you are beautiful."

[thewidewideworld]

She arches into the touch, eyes fluttering close. "Emcee, yes. I want-" She's not sure what she wants exactly.