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kinkfestTitle: Dream Weavers
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diane_b_taylor
Rating: NC-17
Warnings: Happy, fuzzy sex
Disclaimer: I do not own the characters in this fan fiction. I do not make any money off this fan fiction.
Word count: 406
Summary:
Soft to the touch.
Earthy fluids with the texture of honey on his tongue.
Hard muscle against sensitized breasts.
Labored, shivery breaths that sometimes culminated in tight sighs from their throats.
Sounds of their joining, ringing loudly in their ears between raspy breaths.
Sharp fingernails. The forgiving skin of their backs.
Her hands on his bottom, hauling him higher and deeper and closer to feel hotter and lighter and and and andandandandand….
They’re screaming their lover’s name and they can’t stop (but really, they’re not interested in stopping).
This is what they crave. They’re not certain where he stops, where she begins, if these sensations are real (aren’t they too lifelike not to be real?), or if they simply miss each other enough to create this erotic space in their dreams, or if they miss each other enough to make this sort of connection.
Whatever. They’re not complaining.
In this space, their love is tangible. They can eat and drink of it as though it were sustenance made for their physical bodies. He swears he sees Heaven’s gates open before his eyes as she comes for the – tenth? Hundredth? Thousandth? – time. She swears she can see Nayru’s smile, hear Farore’s song, and watch Din’s dance in his face as he releases. This is certainly not the time to wonder about the whys’ or hows’. They don’t have that much time. The sun is rising, and the connection is dissolving.
Tiny, wet, fast kisses wherever they can reach.
Long licks in all the most sensitive places.
His cock cradled between her breasts.
His fingers coasting along in her sodden valleys.
Just before he comes, they wriggle and rub together as he snuggles himself into her tight canal.
She kicks her feet into the air (or what feels like the air, but it feels more like the texture of his hair) and begs for more. Really, she shouldn’t have bothered – he understood what she needed even as she was speaking.
He needs her. She needs him. They’ve fortified one another’s resolve through their connected dreams before, but this does so much more…and is infinitely more satisfactory.
The sun rises.
The connection dissolves completely.
But not before he licks the source of her nectar just one more time.
But not before she opens her arms to him, passionate tears in her eyes and the happiest smile he’s seen on anyone’s face.
But not before they embrace one more time.
Author/Artist:
diane_b_taylorRating: NC-17
Warnings: Happy, fuzzy sex
Disclaimer: I do not own the characters in this fan fiction. I do not make any money off this fan fiction.
Word count: 406
Summary:
Legend of Zelda, Zelda/Link, Dream!Sex, “They have always had a dream-link with each other, but this dream it was so sensual.”
A/N: I'm very sorry this is late. I had a record-keeping system of my prompts, and my own system failed me. *hangs head*Soft to the touch.
Earthy fluids with the texture of honey on his tongue.
Hard muscle against sensitized breasts.
Labored, shivery breaths that sometimes culminated in tight sighs from their throats.
Sounds of their joining, ringing loudly in their ears between raspy breaths.
Sharp fingernails. The forgiving skin of their backs.
Her hands on his bottom, hauling him higher and deeper and closer to feel hotter and lighter and and and andandandandand….
They’re screaming their lover’s name and they can’t stop (but really, they’re not interested in stopping).
This is what they crave. They’re not certain where he stops, where she begins, if these sensations are real (aren’t they too lifelike not to be real?), or if they simply miss each other enough to create this erotic space in their dreams, or if they miss each other enough to make this sort of connection.
Whatever. They’re not complaining.
In this space, their love is tangible. They can eat and drink of it as though it were sustenance made for their physical bodies. He swears he sees Heaven’s gates open before his eyes as she comes for the – tenth? Hundredth? Thousandth? – time. She swears she can see Nayru’s smile, hear Farore’s song, and watch Din’s dance in his face as he releases. This is certainly not the time to wonder about the whys’ or hows’. They don’t have that much time. The sun is rising, and the connection is dissolving.
Tiny, wet, fast kisses wherever they can reach.
Long licks in all the most sensitive places.
His cock cradled between her breasts.
His fingers coasting along in her sodden valleys.
Just before he comes, they wriggle and rub together as he snuggles himself into her tight canal.
She kicks her feet into the air (or what feels like the air, but it feels more like the texture of his hair) and begs for more. Really, she shouldn’t have bothered – he understood what she needed even as she was speaking.
He needs her. She needs him. They’ve fortified one another’s resolve through their connected dreams before, but this does so much more…and is infinitely more satisfactory.
The sun rises.
The connection dissolves completely.
But not before he licks the source of her nectar just one more time.
But not before she opens her arms to him, passionate tears in her eyes and the happiest smile he’s seen on anyone’s face.
But not before they embrace one more time.
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