Written Wonderland

While Lance hesitated and even huffed a little when she issued her command, he responded eagerly to her once she had softened it. He hummed back into her folds, and his warm tongue stole a breath from her lungs as she tried to settle into the motions he offered her.

Her thoughts whirled in the absence of her own movements, trying to steal her bliss--Was he really content with this? Was this really what she wanted?--but she quieted them with a deep breath. It all became easier as Lance seemed to find his rhythm again, matching the subtle gyrations of her hips. An ache began to pulse in her body below Lance's tongue, and Mizu tried not to focus on that lest she get pulled out of the mounting pleasure above. But, as though Lance had noticed, she felt something--his fingers, she presumed--start to grace her inner folds. His fingers seemed reticent and patient, almost like they were waiting for permission as they stroked the edges. And while Mizu had asked him not to initiate, she could not deny that her body begged her to shift such that his fingers would slide in. In fact, every second she did not do so only made the ache stronger and more demanding.

Unable to focus on anything else and concerned that she might seem lax about her previous rule, she stated, "your fingers may enter." She swallowed, frustrated that she still felt--and likely sounded--so unsure of herself. "I would... I would enjoy that," she added, hoping to give Lance some legitimate encouragement.

Anxious flutters cascaded through Lance's chest and stomach as he tried to divine Mizu's reaction to his fingers; she was, as ever, impressively inscrutable, and while he was hopeful that meant he hadn't yet overstepped, he felt terribly close to the edge of it. Just as he began to contemplate withdrawing his fingers, not wanting to press her, she spoke.

"Your fingers may enter."

Lance smiled wide--gods, he wanted to laugh, but he didn't want to unnerve her.

"I would..." she added, "I would enjoy that."

Delight and amusement bubbled warmly in his chest, and lest a laugh escape him, he withdrew his tongue to pepper kisses over her pubic hair and onto one thigh, hopefully translating the affectionate, celebratory energy he was feeling. She was being so cute!

He returned his attention to her vulva in short order, though, not wanting to keep her waiting. His tongue resumed its gentle circles and strokes over and around her clit as his fingers gathered their resolve and swirled around her entrance, delighting in the textures they found between her lips. His other hand wrapped around her thigh almost as if to hold it close, both offering and seeking comfort as his adventuring fingers pushed gently inside of Mizu, and Lance drank in the feel of her around him.

Mizu caught just enough of Lance's wide grin to see that she had pleased him, and before she could say or do anything further, his mouth retreated only to unleash a flurry of soft, small kisses about her pubic mound and one of her thighs. Surprised, she let out a sound of delight--a very quiet squeal. She let go of any doubt that Lance was enjoying himself.

Before she could think of a way to pull Lance closer to her again, his tongue resumed its slow, soft circles as his fingers teased her entrance around and around. His other hand wrapped around her thigh, firm but comforting, as his fingers finally pressed inside her. She inhaled sharply as slight pain sent signals upward, but Lance adjusted quickly, and she settled happily into the sensation of his fingers, a deep, low hum reverberating throughout her body.

Gods, her mind could not even form coherent sentences now as she drank in all the sensations, freeing her body to move around Lance and his fingers and his tongue as it pleased. Her feet pushed against Lance's thighs, and her thigh tensed under Lance's hand as she slipped underneath the pleasure of everything at once.

Lance's slick tongue slid succulently over her clitoral folds, spending just enough time in one location before moving on to a slightly different one, causing her mounting pleasure to become a thrumming roar behind her ears. She squeezed Lance's fingers, at once coaxing them deeper, and then she heard a voice or some kind of command in her mind. Maybe it was a memory of Phantom or maybe even some deity Mizu did not know or understand, but it didn't matter.

Open.

And she did, the muscles of her legs loosening as her pelvic muscles released a layer of their control, softening and slickening around Lance's fingers. And with Lance's next few motions, the pleasure only increased, and Mizu felt the sensation of opening through the entire center of her body, up through her core muscles and into her shoulders, even into her jaw.

Open.

Again, that mysterious command that Mizu had no wish to disobey, and another layer of muscle control fell away, widening the space around Lance's fingers even further. The graceful movements of Lance's tongue coupled with the pressure of his fingers up against her vaginal walls gave Mizu the sensation that he was pulling her entire vulva closer to him. She slid her hands down the back of Lance's neck, her own head moving slowly back and forth as orgasm became a real and genuine possibility. Yes, this was exactly the sort of worship Mizu had fantasized on the training field with Lance, and she was infinitely grateful to have gotten here.

The sound of Mizu's soft, delighted squeal when Lance had sprinkled her with kisses happily looped through his mind as he drank in the taste of her. He had felt bad when she'd flinched at first upon his entrance, but luckily it just took a slight readjustment for her body to settle in to the sensation. He relished how she moved with his touch, against it when pleasurable, and he couldn't help the soft moan that briefly vibrated his throat and his tongue against her as he felt her body clench around him, igniting a fresh excitement in his gut. Oh, there was an ache, to be sure, but at this point, it was a delightful depth of sensation adding to the experience.

As Mizu released her clench around him, Lance gripped more tightly to her thigh, bracing against a strangely elating feeling like he was falling, but as if echoed from a dream. Mizu slid her hands down his back, and he let his muscles flex in a ripple beneath her, relishing the extra touch. His free hand caressed warmly around the inside of her thigh and up to her hip and then stomach, craving feeling like he was pulling her closer, connecting more of their bodies together. Meanwhile, his lips pressed against her to suck lightly, half to give her a new sensation to respond to, and half to simply give his tongue a break. He gently oscillated those gestures for a moment - pressure and suction, lips and tongue - to try to get a feel for how her body responded, and which she might like more of. All the while, his fingers inside of her coaxed and caressed, absolutely adoring the openness he felt between them.

Mizu sought pleasure and found it time and time again, delighting in the sudden shift in Lance's mouth toward a sucking motion. He oscillated between that and the gentle swirling attentions of his tongue. The changing sensations felt like a wave washing back and forth over the front of her while Lance's fingers beckoned her closer and closer still. And then, waiting until Lance was again sucking on her clit, she let the flood of orgasm spill over and heard again the strange command.

Open.

Again, she obeyed, pleasure wracking her body as she tensed and then let all her muscles go at once. Pleasure poured up her spine and into her chest, though she managed to keep all but a muffled vocalization from escaping her mouth. She gripped at Lance's hair, pushing his head down closer to her. Darkness coated the edges of her vision as she finally blinking her eyes open, her legs fatigued and falling to either side of Lance in a blissful surrender. Gods, he had served her well.

She lay there for a few moments, unwilling to interrupt her own stillness, though some distant part of her wanted to offer herself to Lance as well. She wanted badly to stroke his body until he shuddered under her touch the way she had shuddered under his. But she knew better than to rush this afterglow.

Gently, she urged Lance closer, caressing his chin and then pulling very slightly on his upper arms. If he responded, she would waste no time pulling him into a deep, grateful kiss, her hands tumbling through his hair as their naked legs entwined.

Lance instinctively pressed down on Mizu's stomach as her back arched, an exhilarating tension building in them both. A stifled moan escaped her lips and she grasped at Lance's hair, ricocheting fiery tingles over his back as she undulated and opened even further, shuddering with pleasure. Lance relished all of it, like beholding a breathtakingly beautiful storm.

At last, Mizu's legs serenely fell away from him, utterly spent. Lance carefully kept his fingers inside of her, not wanting to disturb the sensation if she still wanted it, but leaned forward to place a kiss on her lower belly and then rest his cheek there, sharing in her blissful stillness. It wasn't long before she reached for him again, though, her fingers gently lifting his chin and caressing his upper arms toward her. He followed gladly and fluidly, smiling with an almost boyish wonder before Mizu pulled him into a kiss. He couldn't help moaning softly into it, just enough to vibrate their throats. Mizu's fingers tumbled through his hair, raising excitement through his body again.

He felt a little self-conscious as a wave of heat pulsed through him, along with awareness of his cock brushing against Mizu's leg as their bodies intertwined and settled together. He leaned eagerly into the kiss, caressing his free hand over the side of her neck and back into her hair, hopeful that his enthusiasm there would keep her from worrying about the heat still pooled in his body.

While her pelvic muscles certainly throbbed when Lance's fingers left the inside of her, she was too in awe of the sensation of his skin against hers as their lips met and melded together to even make a sound. Still slick with her fluid, Lance's mouth tasted of her, but the bliss of the moment overpowered any embarrassment, especially as his quiet moan vibrated through them both. She wanted to share in his experience of her and wanted all the skin she could touch. His hand trailed over her neck while his other rooted into her hair. Her hands also raked through his hair before they tumbled down his back, pressing him closer to her. She felt the bulging presence of his cock erect against one of her legs and welcomed it, moving her thigh back and forth to caress it.

Still deeply immersed in the kiss, Mizu let her hands fall to Lance's hips and then one hand ventured toward Lance's cock, gently grasping it and moving it so it slid smoothly across the skin of her leg and the skin of her palm. Gods, it was so difficult not to invite him into her after all they had done, but she was convicted in her choice. She couldn't risk that kind of illness out here, and she certainly couldn't risk pregnancy. But, she could offer all the other sensations of her skin, now warm and soft and flushed from what he had done for her.

Finally pulling out of the kiss, Mizu reached her head to kiss the length of Lance's neck and then flipped him over so she could lie across him, continuing to stroke his cock. Her breasts pressed comfortably against his ribs, and her free hand glided up and down the side of Lance's neck. Her lips kissed a trail down Lance's sternum. Her whole body engaging to give Lance every possible sensation, she undulated against him with gratitude and pleasure, the slickness between her legs sliding up one of Lance's.

Lance would have been quite content with that kiss, Mizu's body pressed against his and her hands playing in his hair and over his back. They moved against each other to press skin together, and his cock subtly caressed against her leg in a motion he hoped didn't detract from her enjoyment of the rest of it. He nearly gasped, then, when her hands brushed down to his hips, one venturing all the way to grasp his cock and encourage its movements. She was so fully enrapt in the kiss, though, and her enthusiasm kept him occupied there, simply humming his surprise and pleasure into her mouth.

When Mizu did finally pull out of the kiss, she graced her lips down the side of Lance's neck, and he had to clench nearly his whole body to keep from vocalizing the way he felt called to. He carefully exhaled that pressure, and then nearly panted, each undulation of Mizu's body against him and her hand around his length threatening the stability of his position. He might have given in and fully collapsed on top of her, but she silently directed him to lay down on his back instead, and he was in no condition to do anything but comply.

She laid across him, trailing kisses down from his neck to his sternum as her breasts settled warmly onto his ribs, her hand still stroking. A little delirious at this point, Lance's fingers lightly played in her hair, his gaze soft and distant as he looked up at the candle-lit tent above. She kept stroking and undulating, the wetness from her folds serenely gliding back and forth on his leg, and all Lance could do was focus on keeping himself quiet, breathing heavily in rhythm with her motions as heat and pleasure built up in his gut. His cheeks were burning, his vision flickering, and his fingers began to tighten subtly in her hair, tension building in his body.

"Mizu..." he whispered, barely above a breath, incoherently hoping that would communicate whatever warning was necessary; if she kept up like this, it wouldn't be much longer before he made a bit of a mess.

Lance's fingers wound more tightly in her hair, and she couldn't find it in herself to complain. She was so lost in the sensations and wanted more of everything. Her tongue reached out to caress his sternum now, just little flicks here and there to augment her kisses. His body seemed to become more taut as she continued stroking and undulating against him, and she heard his restricted and labored breathing as a sign that he wanted to be louder, to moan and cry out perhaps, but was strictly adhering to her earlier request. Gods, she appreciated that so much. But, she also couldn't stop her mind from wildly imagining a situation where they could moan and cry and even scream to their hearts' content, thrashing against each other somewhere out in the cold wilderness, away from any other ears.

That fantasy breeched some wall in Mizu's resolve, and she could not help imagining more interactions with Lance--ones where she could crawl on top of him and nudge him inside her, riding him and opening to him again and again and again.

"Mizu," Lance whisper, and her name was a caress all the way down her spine that made her think of dew drops on sunlit flowers. Gods, she had never expected this encounter to feel so good. She felt Lance's cock begin to shudder, and before she could put much thought into it, she shifted her body away from Lance momentarily, though she kept a hand on his cock. Maneuvering between his legs, she leaned down and pushed his cock slowly and steadily into her mouth, her tongue lapping at every vein and ridge once it had made it past her teeth. Then, when his cock was all the way into her mouth, both her hands reached up Lance's torso as though she were praying over his body. Her fingers undulated and pressed into the soft parts of his belly, between his core muscles. In that position, she moved her head such that her mouth stroked up and down onto his cock, and she knew he didn't have long before the sensations would all overwhelm him. And she would let him wash over and around her throat until she also shared in his bliss.

Mizu began to shift away slightly, and, much to Lance's horror, he let out a soft whimper of protest, his hands reaching for her before collapsing onto the ground by his head as he sighed, trying to collect himself. She kept her hand on his length, though, and before he realized what was happening, he felt the warmth of her mouth envelop him. His hands immediately clasped over his own mouth, helping his throat to stifle the moan that wanted to spill out as his hips swayed involuntarily toward her, pushing himself deeper. He could feel her tongue lavishing every inch of him with affection, and shudders danced through his body.

He was trying to hold it together--not to altogether avoid the inevitable, but to relish the process of getting there. She was showing him such attention, her tongue so eagerly caressing him as her hands both reached up for his stomach. Gods, he didn't want this to end. But, it would. Lance drew in a sharp breath, surprising himself with a tear wetting his cheek as he opened his eyes again, re-grounding himself in the moment. He didn't want to think about what would come after it.

His hands reached down for Mizu's hair, caressing and playing in it before finally grasping at it, pulling her close as he surrendered to the pleasure of it all, and let his body tense and shudder to its fullest delight--with of course, one caveat. He wanted to gasp her name, to let his throat vibrate and groan with the rest of his body, but alas, all he allowed to escape were breathy shudders, mere whispers of the pleasure that spilled through him.