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19 December 2011 @ 03:46 pm
TITLE: Oral Traditions
SIZE: (1056 words, 2 wallpapers 1280x800, 2 banners 1050x300, 2 icons 100x100)
RATING: NC-17
SUMMARY: There's more than one way to make a fruitcake...


“You’re too tense.” Daniel had his right hand covering hers, their fingers laced together, both holding the mixing spoon but simultaneously battling for control over it. Showing her frustration through a long and heavy sigh, Vala tried to cede control of the spoon to him, but the feel of Daniel’s cock pressing against her ass was almost taking her over the edge, making her hold on tighter. There was nothing separating them, unless you counted Daniel’s boxers, which she didn’t, and the open-backed apron she wore left her delightfully exposed.

She blew a stray lock of hair off her face and tried studiously to focus on their hands as Daniel guided the spoon around the bowl. His arms fit perfectly around her, holding her in, trapping enough heat that she barely felt the cold of the morning leaching in from the kitchen window.

“Why are we doing this again?” She tried not to sound whiney but failed miserably.

“Let’s call this part of your cultural acclimatization; an introduction to one of our many traditions.”

Well that made no sense at all. “Really, Daniel, even on the most primitive of planets, and I’ll admit to having been to quite a few, cooking one’s meals would be considered more a necessity rather than a tradition.”

He chuckled throatily, his breath ghosting her ear and sending a shiver up her spine and heightening her arousal. “In this case the dish we’re preparing is the tradition, not the actual act of making it.”

And somewhere in his words was the answer, though she couldn’t quite find it. Ignoring the coarse slide of his cock against her ass as they moved in rhythmic time to the motions of the spoon, she tried to focus on the ingredients. The smell had hit her first; a pungent odor of alcohol and something familiar… but not.

“Daniel?”

“Hmm?”

“What are those little round things?”

“Huh?” He leaned in closer, resting his chin on her shoulder to get a better view. “Sultanas.”

“Sultanas?”

“Or raisins. Pretty sure I put both in the mixture before I left it to macerate.”

Vala went to open her mouth, but Daniel quickly cut her off by nipping at her earlobe, and whispering, “Which means to weaken or soften in liquid.”

“Ah. So not to… you know.”

“Masturbate? No.”

“Oh. Right. Glad you clarified that for me.”

“Although…” He pressed in close again, this time deliberately rubbing his groin against her ass, with enough force to propel her onto her toes. “There is something to be said for masturbating.”

“Everything to be said, darling.” She let her eyes drift closed as he released his hands and moved them up and over her shoulders, feeling his way down her back to untie the apron. The bowl was forgotten; pushed aside in the very moment Daniel spun her around and lifted her onto the bench, settling swiftly between her legs, his cock already freed from his briefs, heavy and hard. “Oh! And is this part of your tradition?”

He shushed her with a finger to the lips which he then dropped to her stomach and traced a lazy line down through her pubic hair to tease her clit, smiling as she shivered and widened her legs to let him in.

“You know what they say about traditions?” He spread the lips of her vagina and blew on her clit, swiping haphazardly at it with his tongue before slowly pushing first one and then two fingers into her.

Urgency took over, the need to be filled and fulfilled. It left her speechless. “I…”

He pulled his fingers out and held them up to her lips, and while she suckled them obediently, needily, he thrust into her hard and without warning. “They’re meant to be broken.”

Vala gripped the edge of the kitchen bench and wrapped her legs around Daniel’s back, forcing him in closer until he was fully embedded in her, his balls slapping against her ass and adding another layer of arousal, fuelling her quickening orgasm.

Head now resting on his shoulder, she said breathlessly, “Your planet has some rather interesting traditions.”

Daniel’s thrusts alternated between even and erratic, confusing her to a point that she couldn’t keep in rhythm with him, and he smiled at her behind a mask of concentration and sweat, as though sending her off kilter had been his plan all along. His right hand trailed down between them, one finger teasing her hole until it slid in next to his cock, the sensation so intense she had to clutch her ass cheeks to fight off her orgasm.

“Please, Daniel,” she begged, not sure if her urgency was for release or to prolong their intercourse, either way she was pretty sure she didn’t have a say in the matter.

“Please?” He stilled for a moment, looking out at her from under hooded eyes, a small smile playing on his lips. “Can’t stop now, Vala, the recipe is almost done.”

“Recipe?”

Firm hands held her hips, planting her in place as she fought to rock in time with him, growling as he changed angles with almost every thrust. He added a second finger to the first, sliding them both under his cock and allowing a third to find her ass hole, teasing the pucker.

It was too much. She let go of the bench and wrapped her arms around his shoulders, sinking her nails into his back as he breached her ass and triggered her orgasm. Building pressure exploded in her vagina and forced its way up her every nerve ending until she shivered almost uncontrollably, the feeling so intense she struggled for air.

Daniel stilled until she caught her breath and then pulled out completely.

“But--” She felt like a thief, stealing all the pleasure while he was still hard and needing his own release, but her protest died as he bent down to lick her out again, jerking himself off at the same time. “What was the recipe?”

He stopped and looked up at her, desire still burning bright in his eyes. “Fruitcake. I just couldn’t wait until Christmas to eat mine.”

End


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Have a lovely Christmas!
 
 
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Cleo the Musecleothemuse on December 22nd, 2011 09:07 pm (UTC)
*fans self* Where's my bunk? XD
eilidh17eilidh17 on December 23rd, 2011 12:29 pm (UTC)
Hee!
campylobacter: fruitcakecampylobacter on December 23rd, 2011 08:36 am (UTC)
The wallpapers, banners & icons would've been enough, but holy hotness, you've re-defined the word FRUITCAKE for the Daniel/Vala fandom.

There was nothing separating them, unless you counted Daniel’s boxers, which she didn’t, and the open-backed apron she wore left her delightfully exposed.
THIS was the point in the story where I knew the story's author was gonna take care of me. :D

“In this case the dish we’re preparing is the tradition, not the actual act of making it.”
An enticingly apt metaphor for sexyteimz.

“Sultanas?” “Or raisins. Pretty sure I put both in the mixture before I left it to macerate.”
hahaha Trust Daniel to know all the colloquial variations for all sorts of stuff.

and while she suckled them obediently, needily, he thrust into her hard and without warning
ohhhh yeahhh

Daniel’s thrusts alternated between even and erratic, confusing her to a point that she couldn’t keep in rhythm with him, and he smiled at her behind a mask of concentration and sweat, as though sending her off kilter had been his plan all along.
Never doubt your prowess for writing erotica. THIS is most excellent.

“But--” She felt like a thief, stealing all the pleasure while he was still hard and needing his own release, but her protest died as he bent down to lick her out again, jerking himself off at the same time.
Ah, the irony of an ex-thief feeling guilty for enjoying a mind-blowing orgasm...

“Fruitcake. I just couldn’t wait until Christmas to eat mine.”
CANNOT UNREAD You have forever perverted fruitcake for me. I'll always think of "fruitcake" henceforth as the act of performing cunnilingus on a post-orgasmic vagina.

And now I must speak to you about those graphics. There are 3 very hot images involved:
1. Vala's O face peeking over Daniel's nude, muscular back
2. Daniel nomming Vala's neck
3. Daniel cradling Vala's head as he gets manual with her "cake"

You mixed 'em around & obscured them enough that I have to stare at them a long time to see everything, such as the tracks her fingers make on his ass in the source pic for #1, the way her hand has moved to caress his neck in the manip; her unmistakeable jawline as he puckers up to taste her pulse-point; his look of concentration as he rubs her vulva...

Yeah, these are keepers. The icons I'll use over at Dreamwidth, b/c LJ's not getting any more of my $$ to buy icon slots. The banners I might use over there, too. Or I might commission/barter you for a blog banner that's a sexytime manips collage of all my favorite pairings...

As for the wallpapers, they're gonna be inspiration for more pr0n. ;P

Thank you SO MUCH for these, my dear. I love them. You really outdid yourself, and I regret that I couldn't give you feedback sooner amidst all the stuff I had to do to get several Exchange gifts done today.

I know what kind of dreams I'll be dreaming about tonight.

<3 <3 <3 Merry Christmas indeed! <3 <3 <3
eilidh17eilidh17 on December 23rd, 2011 12:29 pm (UTC)
I am beyond relieved you like my little pressies. Writing above gen and UST tends to be hit and miss with me because I'm a little emotionally stunted at times, but I am glad you thought I hit the mark.

The manips were a whole lot of fun; playing about with this and that, and of course having two such delicious muses really helped.

Thank you ever so much for your wonderful feedback. Very much appreciated.

... and I see what you mean about fruitcake. Just looked at the one I have sitting here and suddenly its suddenly a whole lot more appealing hehe.

Hugz
campylobacter: kino porncampylobacter on December 23rd, 2011 10:24 pm (UTC)
Het smut rarely gets lots of feedback in proportion to its reader count because so many het-only fans are "emotionally stunted" by sexual hangups, including homophobia. A lot of people have trouble expressing what they like sexually to themselves, their partners, let alone in public for strangers to read. As for slash-only fans, I've observed a LOT of poorly-disguised misogyny (& a LITTLE misandry on the F/F side) that manifests in enthusiastic praise for their fave pairing and active opposition to 'ships that "threaten" their OTP.

I find the highest percentage of positive comments for het porn come from fans who enjoy het, slash, kink AND multiples porn. Would be interesting to have solid statistics on it, though, instead of my anecdotal observations.

Having said THAT, one of my favorite porn video genres (het & M/M) is CREAMPIE, where ejaculation takes place inside the vag (or anus) and as the still-erect penis is withdrawn, the camera captures the stream of ejaculate exiting the orifice. TMI LOL IDEGAF

I like the idea that "fruitcake" is an experience that a camera cannot unequivocally capture; that only subjective experience verifies its authenticity.
eilidh17eilidh17 on December 24th, 2011 05:19 am (UTC)
Hee! I like it all; no bias or hard preferences here. My problem with writing emotions comes from a lack of ability not a lack of imagination or practice (5 kids had to come from somewhere).

Never taken sides in the whole slash/het rivalry, especially in a fandom where there should be room for all tastes and fantasies :)

XX
jgem612jgem612 on December 24th, 2011 12:45 am (UTC)
Holy hotness! Super sexy fic and amazing manips! Love it! :)
eilidh17eilidh17 on December 24th, 2011 05:20 am (UTC)
Thank you *hugs*!

Now I need to dive into all the other entries. Pretty sure I saw something from you in there :)

XX
jgem612jgem612 on December 24th, 2011 05:38 am (UTC)
Yep! My first year participating, it was fun!
'Adíshní: Daniel_Vala_bedmagnavox_23 on December 24th, 2011 11:51 am (UTC)
You know just how much I love this! I have caught myself staring at your art here a number of times. *g*
eilidh17eilidh17 on December 26th, 2011 10:19 am (UTC)
And I owe you a huge supply of cookies for all your help. You know me and that crazy HTML-y stuff *sigh*... I'm dead hopeless ;)

smooches
yessikgyessikg on December 27th, 2011 09:47 pm (UTC)
HOT!!

I will grin like a maniac when I hear or read "fruitcake" now XD
eilidh17eilidh17 on January 1st, 2012 12:03 am (UTC)
Hee! Scarred for life... in a good way :)

Many thanks XX