(Disney) Show Of Power
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salmon_pinkTitle: Show Of Power
Fandom: Disney (Hercules)
Pairing: Hercules/Megara
Rating: NC-17
Words: 417
Notes: Exhibitionism. Masturbation. For![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-community.gif)
100_women, prompt "strength".
“I’m not breakable, you know,” Meg murmurs against Hercules’ lips. He winces, because they’ve had this argument before and he’s promised to try harder, promised not to keep treating her like she’s made of glass. But apparently he just can’t help himself, and she loves that he cares so much, even if it frustrates her no end at the same time.
Meg enjoys the sweet kisses, the tender caresses, the feather-light slide of his hands. But sometimes she wants more, she wants heat and the rush and to feel all that muscle at work, and Hercules won’t play along.
He knows his own power so well, and he trusts her implicitly, but he still keeps holding back.
Time for some decisive action, and Meg watches the way his eyes widen as pulls her toga over her head, leaving her naked and smiling. She straddles his stomach on his ridiculously huge bed, hand sliding down between her legs, and she’s already so wet him, for the kisses they’d been sharing before he started getting all delicate with her yet again.
Two of her fingers push in easily, and she can feel herself tightening around them, enjoying the clench and the heat of her cunt. She’s so hot and silky-smooth inside, and she lets her hips rock into it, fucking herself hard and insistent. Adding another finger because she can take it, because she wants it. Putting on a show for him, true, but also getting lost in the friction, the sensations. She can’t give it to herself as deep and relentless as she wants it at this angle, but judging by the look on Hercules’ face, her point has still been made.
She laughs when he grabs her hips, throwing her down on the mattress so firmly she bounces a little. Yes, that’s exactly what she’s been looking for, not hard enough to hurt but enough to make her feel it, and she presses her glistening fingers to his lips. Eyes narrowing as he opens his mouth to them, taking them in, tasting her pleasure, and she groans and writhes a little, feeling a pulse of want between her legs.
“Gonna give it to me properly now, big guy?” she smirks, and he grins around her fingers, bites down just a little, just enough to make her eyelashes flutter. Hercules may be stubborn at times, but he always gets with program eventually, and Meg wraps her legs around his waist, ready to finally enjoy all that raw strength.
Fandom: Disney (Hercules)
Pairing: Hercules/Megara
Rating: NC-17
Words: 417
Notes: Exhibitionism. Masturbation. For
100_women, prompt "strength".“I’m not breakable, you know,” Meg murmurs against Hercules’ lips. He winces, because they’ve had this argument before and he’s promised to try harder, promised not to keep treating her like she’s made of glass. But apparently he just can’t help himself, and she loves that he cares so much, even if it frustrates her no end at the same time.
Meg enjoys the sweet kisses, the tender caresses, the feather-light slide of his hands. But sometimes she wants more, she wants heat and the rush and to feel all that muscle at work, and Hercules won’t play along.
He knows his own power so well, and he trusts her implicitly, but he still keeps holding back.
Time for some decisive action, and Meg watches the way his eyes widen as pulls her toga over her head, leaving her naked and smiling. She straddles his stomach on his ridiculously huge bed, hand sliding down between her legs, and she’s already so wet him, for the kisses they’d been sharing before he started getting all delicate with her yet again.
Two of her fingers push in easily, and she can feel herself tightening around them, enjoying the clench and the heat of her cunt. She’s so hot and silky-smooth inside, and she lets her hips rock into it, fucking herself hard and insistent. Adding another finger because she can take it, because she wants it. Putting on a show for him, true, but also getting lost in the friction, the sensations. She can’t give it to herself as deep and relentless as she wants it at this angle, but judging by the look on Hercules’ face, her point has still been made.
She laughs when he grabs her hips, throwing her down on the mattress so firmly she bounces a little. Yes, that’s exactly what she’s been looking for, not hard enough to hurt but enough to make her feel it, and she presses her glistening fingers to his lips. Eyes narrowing as he opens his mouth to them, taking them in, tasting her pleasure, and she groans and writhes a little, feeling a pulse of want between her legs.
“Gonna give it to me properly now, big guy?” she smirks, and he grins around her fingers, bites down just a little, just enough to make her eyelashes flutter. Hercules may be stubborn at times, but he always gets with program eventually, and Meg wraps her legs around his waist, ready to finally enjoy all that raw strength.
