#thalia: *sits at a vanity made for tall Elezen ladies* I can’t fucking see

[ladyofvoss]

1) mirror sex

Content Warning: Very spice. Sprout tries her hand at Soft-Dom Haurche.

The vanity rattled with their movements, Haurchefant’s hands smudging the glass of the mounted mirror as he braced himself.

Another groan, another hard thrust, which earned him a wounded noise from the lovely creature in his arms.

Thalia clung to him desperately, silk robe flung open. His robe, to be specific. She had waltzed out of his washroom earlier that evening, the garment so loose on her it was clearly slipping off of one shoulder, and Haurchefant had been so helpless to resist that he crossed the room in three strides, hoisting her onto the nearby vanity and yanking the tie loose.

If her wicked grin and the way she practically flung her legs around his waist was any indication, this was her intention all along.

The wood groaned in protest, and briefly, Haurchefant wondered if it’d be able to take much more punishment. It was hard to keep such worries at the forefront. He chanced a brief glance in the mirror to catch their reflection, admiring the flex of the muscles in Thalia’s exposed back and shoulders, the stretch and curve of her neck, the utterly debauched image of her wrapped around him, practically spasming with every punishing thrust he made.

The vanity creaked again, and loathe as he was to relinquish such a view, he knew he could substitute a better one (and not risk having to explain to his father how the vanity Count Edmont had specially commissioned for Thalia wound up broken).

He pulled away and set her on her feet, and Thalia practically had murder in her eyes when he did. He grinned, pressing a kiss to her swollen lips before spinning her around and pressing a hand to her spine, bending her forward until she had to press her hands against the mirror to hold herself up.

He was inside her again in one thrust, and she dropped her head with a delirious moan as he continued with a steady and relentless pace. The top of her head was visible in the mirror, face obscured by her head full of curls.

Well that wouldn’t do.

He reached to press a hand beside hers against the glass, and with the other, took a firm and gentle grasp of her chin, lifting her head up to give her a good look at their reflection.

“There you are darling” he purred, and oh this view was divine; him curled over her, able to hold her gaze in the mirror as he fucked her with purpose. She met his eyes, dazed and lust-drunk in their depths, and he grinned in return.

“Let me see you.”