Lyn and the Tactician: By The Fire

Lyn sat in front of the fire, her face glowing in the embers. She took a deep breath, smelling the cool night air. It was refreshing. It reminded her of childhood, and the pain in her throat grew larger.

Mark stepped out of their hut. "Lyn?"

She hid her face in her arms. "Mark..just go back to sleep. I'll be alright."

Mark heard her sobbing quietly. He walked up, the ground soft under his bare feet. He sat next to her. She glanced up at him, her eyes wet.

Mark reached up and wiped the tears from under her eyes with a finger. He brought his arm around her shoulder and held her close; she buried her face into his chest and cried.

The two sat for several minutes. Mark rubbed Lyn's head softly, her hair like silk. She was comfortable with him. When she stopped crying she sniffed and brought her head up, resting it on Mark's shoulder.

"Are you alright?"
"Yes, Mark. I'm fine."
"I know you have to get that out sometimes...but I'm here for you."
"I know you are. Thank you."

They looked at each other, and Mark laid a hand on her face. It was soft, and she smiled and blushed.

"Thank you, Mark." She moved in and held his lips in hers for a moment, taking him by surprise. She brought her hands to his face, keeping him there, her eyes closed softly. She savoured the taste of his mouth, the heat from his face mixing with the cool air of the night.

They separated, and Lyn opened her eyes. She looked into Mark's, who smiled at her.

This time, Mark initiated the kiss. Lyn closed her eyes and relinquished her body to Mark. The two went to the ground softly, Lyn on her back. Mark reached down and lifted her cloak, feeling out her inner thigh. She moaned quietly in approval.

Mark's hand found her crotch, and he slid his fingers in gently. Lyn was wet. She moaned again, exiting his mouth to do so. She lifted her head slightly and brought her mouth close to his ear.

"There..."

He kept fingering her, and she grew louder. Her eyes, a deep green, gazed into the night sky, lit by the moon. Mark continued. When she was about to burst, he took his hand away and brought it to her mouth. She licked his fingers gently, eyeing him seductively.

Mark took off his pants, and she looked at his dick. She looked back to his face, smiled, and nodded. "Go ahead."

He entered her slowly, and she moaned loudly. She spread her arms and felt the warmth of the fire on her hand, which she brought to her tits, stroking them.

Mark went in and out, taking care not to plunge or exit entirely. He was driving Lyn mad. She quivered in pleasure, taking sharp breaths and moaning.

He went deeper still, and she sat up, getting close to him. She kissed him again, deep. Her tongue caressed his as he explored her, and she brought her hands to his shoulders, hugging him as he fucked her.

Lyn rested her head against his as he moved in and out, and the two felt to the ground again, Mark on top. Lyn still clung to him, and began nibbling his ear lobe. Mark was as deep as he could get, moving rhythmically with her.

"I'm coming," she whispered into his ear. "Don't stop."

Mark could feel her insides contract, and knew he wouldn't last much longer. He kept going, and he felt like he would burst.

Lyn kissed him again, and then looked into his eyes. "Do it inside of me."

Mark couldn't contain it any longer, and with one final thrust the two locked lips, and Mark ejaculated. The two moaned, and Lyn's eyes rolled up. Her gaze pierced into the sky as she felt her lover exit her, cum leaking out of her pussy.

Shaking in ecstasy, she reached down with her warm right hand and rubbed the area. She brought it to her mouth and tasted cum, and she looked at Mark, laying next to her.

"I love you."