Sex Scene Yoinked From Story

Tobin stopped for a moment to listen. Was that... moaning?
No. The wind, maybe, or perhaps some sort of night creature in the woods.
Shaking his head, Tobin resumed his task. It was his turn to take watch tonight, and hearing things wouldn't help him. Another sound made him pause. There it was again! It was a moan, he was positive. Perhaps there was something wounded nearby?
He got to his feet and followed the sound. But to his surprise, he found himself before Bane's tent. A light was on inside, and just as he was about to open the flap, another moan met his ears, accompanied shortly by a low growl.
As quietly as was possible, he made his way to the side of the tent, to where the seams holding the fabric together were found. As expected, there was a hole there, very small, and he placed his eye to it.
The lit candle by Bane's makeshift bed made the two naked white bodies gleam. Bane sat, legs outstretched before him; stradling him was Edan, on her knees, her hands clutching at Bane's shoulders as she moved herself rhythmically up and down upon him, head thrown back to reveal her throat. Bane's hands gripped her hips and he put his mouth to one breast, then the other, and then bit lightly at her shoulder.
Edan's hands moved to roughly grip his hair, and at once their slow, quiet lovemaking was transformed into something rough and hungry. With a growl, Bane flipped Edan onto her back, and he supported himself with his elbows as he thrust almost angrily into her. Her legs were spread wide, and her nails bit into his back as her hips raised to receive the force of his thrusts.
Sharp cries and moans escaped past her lips, and Tobin found himself panting, hand straying to release his now-bulging erection from the somewhat tight confinement of his pants. In his head, his thoughts bounced between two things: the screaming of his own desire, and a prayer to whatever god would hear him that someday, he might have his chance being in the same position as Bane was right now. For at this moment, there was nothing Tobin wanted more than to rush into Bane's tent, throw him off of Edan, and take her himself.
Tobin licked and then bit his lips, trying to remain quiet as he pleasured himself. His hand jerked roughly up and down his cock, and he used his left hand to cover his mouth. He watched as Bane and Edan finished, spasming and then laying still. Just as he thought they had finished for the night, Bane rose onto his hands and knees, urging Edan to follow, and he knelt behind her, grabbing her hips and pushing into her that way, and again she cried out, throwing back her head and arching her back.
Bane thrust hard and, reaching around, used one hand to grab at her breasts while his other hand wandered to the area between her legs. He pleasured her in three ways, and the sounds she made added intensity to Tobin's desire, and he jerked harder, faster, breathing heavily and trying so hard to be quiet.
Suddenly, though, Edan's eyes snapped open and she looked right at him. Tobin gaped and blind panic flashed through his mind. What would Edan say? What would Bane do...?
Edan smiled at him, and his heart flip-flopped inside his chest. Her body rocked back and forth with Bane's thrusting tempo, and her eyes closed halfway, but her hand came up and motioned for him to enter the tent. And then suddenly it was as if he could read her mind: 'Come, Tobin... Join us...'
He jerked awake and sat up in one fluid motion. Sweat coated his face and chest, and desire still burned in him like the fever. His hardened excitement pushed against the front of his pants, and he pushed hard at it, willing it to go away. But the remembrance of his dream still played through his mind, and his heart still hammered against his ribcage, and he still panted for breath.
To get his mind off of things, he got to his feet and began to walk toward the forest, following the soft, soothing sound of the small waterfall located nearby.
In the daylight, the clearing was a peaceful place. A small falls fed water into the pool, and tall, protective trees whose leaves cast their shadows onto the water surrounded it like massive guardians. The water was deep and clear and clean; the ground around it was grassy and green, and wildflowers were located in patches here and there.
But in the darkness, Tobin imagined the water would look deep and dark; the falls would sound just as soothing as they did during the day, and the grass would be soft beneath his feet.
Just before he stepped into the clearing, he paused. Over the quiet sound of the falls, there was the sound of someone swimming, splashing and singing softly. Peeking out, Tobin was surprised to see that the light of the moon lit the clearing as if there were torches illuminating the night in silver. Near the pool was a pile of discarded clothes, and in the silver-colored water was Ori, pale and naked and utterly beautiful.
Tobin's eyes widened. Ori's dark hair was wet and dripping, and the moon's kiss on her skin sent it to gleaming. She swam in the deep part of the pool, so all Tobin could really see was her head and the white of her shoulders. But then she rolled onto her back and floated there, closing her eyes and exposing her entire front.
Again, desire flared in his groin, and without giving it a second thought, Tobin stripped off his clothes, leaving them in a pile in the foliage and stepping out into the clearing.
She didn't hear his soft footfalls as he approached the pool, but as he stepped into the night-cooled water, she jerked in surprise and let out a sharp gasp as she discovered she wasn't alone. But then she looked at him, really looked at him, and her eyes widened when she saw who it was, and that he wore no clothing.
The water was to his hips now, and blessedly cool and comforting. His eyes didn't leave Ori, and he saw her tensed and looking ready to flee.
He smiled softly to her. "Good evening, Ori."
She opened her mouth, but no words escaped. He walked slowly toward her, feeling the smooth pebbles that made up the pool floor on the bottoms of his feet; his throbbing excitement was soothed by the water. Ori remained completely still, arms crossed in front of her chest, eyes still round.
"What are you doing here?" She managed to whisper.
He said nothing but kept approaching, slowly, steadily, and he noticed how her chest rose and fell with fast, panicked breaths. Still, he said nothing, and she remained still.
He was right before her now, and he fancied he could smell the sweet scent of her fear.
Reaching, he touched her hair, smoothing the still-dripping strands away from her face. With his other hand, he touched her shoulder, gliding his fingertips over her collarbone, up her neck to her cheek. He stepped closer, and as he did, his excitement prodded against her stomach, and with a gasp she dropped her gaze to what it was that had poked at her.
Her eyes widened even more, and her arms dropped away from her chest, revealing her pale little breasts, and suddenly it was too much. Bending, Tobin touched his lips to her breast, and again she gasped but didn't make a move. He brushed his lips across teasingly soft skin, grazed his teeth and tongue across her nipple, and then took it into his mouth to suckle and bite softly.
Ori gave a soft cry and curled a hand in his hair, putting her other hand to his chest. He moved to her other breast and sucked greedily at it, and the burn in his groin became almost painful. Standing straight, he put his arms around her and pulled her tightly to his chest. She trembled, and her skin was so cool, so soft, so innocent...
He kissed her, and she closed her eyes, body slowly turning to putty in his hands. He put a hand to the small of her back to keep her in place, and moved the other hand to her breast, kneeding it, rubbing roughly at the nipple so that it hardened even more, if that were possible. He dropped his hand, ran it down her side, feeling the prominent bones of ribcage and hip, and then he moved his hand to the secret area between her legs.
Ori gasped and her fingers tightened, the nails biting into his shoulders. He deepened the kiss, forcing his tongue into her mouth, and slowly, slowly, he pushed her until her back was to the smooth rocks that made up the pool walls. Once she was securely trapped between the rocks and Tobin, he pushed his finger inside of her, and she let out a small sound of pain, but he worked at her, and soon it wasn't just the water that made his finger wet.
She moaned into his mouth, and he broke away from her lips, looking down into her small, pretty face. Her eyes was closed, and she remained perfectly still. With his free hand, he worked at her breasts; he slipped another finger inside of her, forced it, and she was so tight, so warm...
Saying nothing, he placed both hands on her waist and lifted her, using one hand to keep her pressed against the rocks while the other placed the tip of his excitement to her innocence and, again using both hands, he grabbed her hips and thrust into her.
She cried out loudly as her innocence tore, and then bit her bottom lip to keep silent. Her legs were wrapped around his hips, and her hands clutched at his shoulders; he kept a bruising grip on her hips and thrust into her, again and again, and it felt... it felt...
It felt wonderful.
Ori was moaning and panting, moving her hips back and forth, and her eyes were closed; Tobin groaned softly deep in his throat, biting sharply at her shoulders and thrusting harder, faster, deeper. He groped at her breast, suddenly wanting to hurt her, and then going suddenly still and gasping against her neck as he came inside of her.
He slumped against her, and she had stopped moving, even though she herself had not reached her climax.
Tobin suddenly stood straight, sliding out of her and stepping away quickly. She stared at him with huge eyes; he felt a sudden pang of guilt as he looked at her, but he quenched it quickly and asked, "Have... Are you all right? Did it hurt so much?"
Ori shook her head and stepped toward him. "No, Tobin, I --"
"Good," he turned from her, then, and walked to the edge of the pool. He heard Ori coming after him.
Pulling himself from the water, he sat in the grass and waited for his skin to dry partially. Ori sat beside him, and there was confusion in her eyes. He didn't look at her.
"Tobin?" Her voice wobbled, and she moved closer. "Tobin... Are you angry with me? Did I do something wrong?" She looked down at the ground. "I'm sorry, it's just... That was my first time, and..." She looked back at him. "Did I not please you?"
He finally looked at her, and was shamed to see tears in her eyes. But then he allowed his eyes to shift down her form, pale, wet and still blessedly, beautifully naked, and he felt himself growing hard once again.
"My Ori," he breathed, and touched her face. "Of course you pleased me. I'm sorry I stole your innocence, but I..." The lies came easily once they formed in his mind, and he allowed them to flow free. "I saw you in the pool, and you looked so beautiful, and I've had my eyes on you for so long..."
At that, her eyes sparkled. "You have?"
He nodded. "Oh, yes. I'm surprised you haven't noticed."
She blushed and looked away, saying nothing.
"Have I pleased you?" He ventured, and at once she was nodding, touching his shoulder in reassurance.
"Yes, Tobin. Very much so." Her blush deepened, and she slipped her legs beneath her. "I... I'm glad to have given my innocence to you. I really am."
Another, deeper jolt of shame hit him, and he bit the inside of his cheek. Two voices conflicted within him: One side said, 'You don't love her, you only want her for a release, let her go, she deserves more than that.' The other side said, 'She's an easy sex, why not keep her around for a while? It'll be good experience for her, for later on in life...'
He bought the lie and sided with the second voice, and before he realized what he was doing, he found himself reaching for her. As soon as his skin met hers, he had the frantic craving to push her down and take her, roughly and forcefully, right there. He wanted to hear her cry out, wanted to see her tears, smell the fear on her, feel the way her thighs closed tightly on his hips, and he wanted her to hurt him, to bite him, to sink those sharp little nails into his skin and tear until he bled...
"Tobin, what is it?" She sounded concerned and frightened.
"Nothing, Ori, I just..." He drew away and she was left shivering without his touch.
"What, Tobin? Tell me." She truly wanted to please him.
"Lay down." He said, and his voice was gruff.
She frowned. "What?"
"Lay down. On your back. And don't move."
She obeyed, and he saw that she fought the urge to cover herself with her hands. She was a true beauty, young Ori. Her ivory skin shone silver and proved flawless and as smooth as butter; her dark hair lay like silk around her, and her lips were swollen.
For a moment, Tobin allowed the image of another woman, slightly older, with darker, curlier hair but who was just as naked, to replace Ori. And when he blinked, that image remained, and he licked his lips.
"Don't make a sound." He whispered, and got to his hands and knees. The woman before him smiled; wolfish eyes gleamed in the moonlight, and her white skin looked tender. Her breasts were larger than Ori's, and the hair between her legs was darker, and her skin was just that much more pale. She looked delicious, and he found himself touching her, sliding his fingers down her stomach, touching the wiry hair between her legs, and he wanted to taste her.
He touched her breasts with his fingers, and then with his tongue, teasing the nipples once more into hardened peaks. She moaned, and he almost said, 'Edan, how I've longed for you...'
She spread her legs when he slid his hand between her thighs, and arched her back when he slid his fingers into her. She was wet and tight and hot, and then he took his hand away and placed his mouth there, moving his lips and then gliding his tongue inside to give a few quick licks.
Her hand shot down and gripped his hair, and she whimpered and her chest heaved, but she made no noise.
She tasted of honey and she smelled of the sea, and he again slid his fingers into her, watching intently as her hips moved and her breasts rose and fell and she tore at the grass on either side of her.
She sat up and reached for him, and he obliged. Pushing slowly into her, she gasped and threw her head back, revealing the pale column of her throat, and he kissed it, leaving little red marks where he nibbled with his teeth, and then suddenly he bit her, hard enough only to leave a bruise, and thought, 'I hope Bane sees that.'
He thrust into her. She clutched at his shoulders, and they began to move in a rhythm that was both pleasurable and wearing. She filled his senses, and at that moment he loved her, craved her, and just feeling her against him, feeling her tightness around his excitement, made him thrust harder and deeper. He wanted to please her, wanted so badly to hear her voice sighing into his ear, 'Oh, Tobin...'
She came, and just as she arched against him and spasmed, he followed suit and exploded his seed within her. Another thought entered his mind, and he smiled ferally: 'What will Bane do when he sees that his offspring look more like me than him?'
He collapsed on top of her, rolling so that he clasped her to his chest, and felt her heartbeat against his own. His eyes closed wearily and, without thinking, he mumbled, "I love you, Edan."
"Ori." A different voice said, and his eyes snapped open. He looked at the girl who lay on top of him and saw her as she was; a young girl with harsh features who had not yet seen sixteen winters. A girl who he had used, twice now, for his own enjoyment. A girl he cared nothing for. A girl who he had replaced with another face and another body so that he could spend his desire.
A girl who now looked down at him with longing and love and a hurt that he himself had caused.
Angrily, he sat up, and he roughly pushed her away with such force that she nearly tumbled into the pool. She sat in stunned surprise, and he couldn't look at her. Wouldn't. What kind of a monster was he, to hurt and use a sweet young girl like this?
"Is that who you wish I was?" Ori asked, and it took him a moment to realize that she was angry. He looked at her in surprise; her face was a mask of careful fury. "Is that why you were so willing to fuck me tonight, because you put Edan in my place, pictured her face instead of mine?"
Tobin opened his mouth but said nothing.
Ori was crying now, angry tears spilling down her cheeks, and she trembled in self-restraint. In a flash, Tobin realized that if she were angered enough, she might go and tell someone, namely Edan, what he had done. He had to lie to her, and keep lying to her, even if it meant calling her Ori while he pictured Edan. He would have to watch himself from now on and never, ever let his little secret fantasy escape.
"You bastard," Ori whispered, and suddenly Tobin was there before her, grabbing her shoulders and squeezing.
"Ori, look at me," he said softly. She shook her head and jerked from his grasp, turning away from him, and he grabbed her roughly. "Ori, please."
She looked at him, and he reached to tenderly wipe the tears from her cheeks. She looked surprised by the action, and he replaced his fingers with his lips, kissing her eyelids, her cheeks, the tip of her nose, and finally her mouth. He pulled away slightly and stroked a thumb across her cheekbone.
"Of course I don't wish you were Edan," he said softly, and she sniffed. "I wanted you when I first saw you, and as I said, seeing you tonight made me crave you even more. And I'm sorry, I didn't think. Ori, I couldn't think when I saw you in the pool." He stared intently into her eyes. "I wanted you then, and I want you now." He kissed her, forcefully, feeling her hot little tongue meet his half way, and he broke away from her mouth to embrace her to his chest. Closing his eyes, he sent a silent message to her: 'Ori, I'm so sorry...'
"How do you want it, love?" He murmured, reaching to touch her breast. "I'm sorry I didn't ask you before."
She blushed and ducked her head shyly. "What options do I have?"
"Well," he replied, going to his knees. "I could take you gently, like a knight taking his damsel for the first time in a sunlit meadow," he said and she, too, rose to her knees. "Or I could take you roughly, like a King might take his concubine," with this, he grabbed her hips and pushed himself against her. "Or I could take you like I've seen in my dreams..."
At this, her eyes grew wide and gleamed. He felt only a slight tinge of guilt at this; he was, after all, more or less telling the truth... He had seen sex in his dreams, but it had been Edan and Bane, not Ori. But still. If the words would please, he would speak them.
He forced a chuckle. "Shall I take that as a yes?"
Ori nodded. "Yes," she breathed. "Please..."
He thought back to his dream, choosing the position that had most appealed to him, and motioned for her to turn around. She did so with a frown, and once she was on her hands and knees, he knelt behind her. With no difficulty at all, he found himself becoming aroused once more, and he allowed his fingers to trail over Ori's back, causing her to shudder.
Once he was ready, he moved closer. "How do you want it, Ori? Gentle? Rough? In-between? I've dreamt up everything imaginable."
"I... I don't know, Tobin, I... You choose."
"Do you enjoy pain, Ori?"
"I don't know..."
"Do you want me to be gentle with you?"
"No. Not overly so."
He sighed, and her head drooped. "I'm sorry, Tobin. Just... take me. Now." She spoke boldly, and that, for some reason, excited him. "Take me now, hard, rough..." She shuddered at her own words, and he laughed softly.
"As you wish."
He forced himself inside of her, roughly at first, and as it had been in his dream, she threw her head back and moaned. He bent over her, reaching for her breasts, and with the other hand found the small nubbin between her legs that made her jerk with pleasure when he brushed it.
He was able to act out the dream; he imagined that it was Edan before him on her knees, who took his thrusts with pleasure and soft moans. He imagined that she loved him, and he imagined that they were in Bane's tent, committing this act on his bedfurs.
It took a while for him to come, but when he did, it was well worth it. In his mind, he had imagined everything, from his coupling with Edan to the look on Bane's face when he entered the tent. He pictured himself mortally wounding Bane, and then smearing the older man's blood on his chest, and he pictured Edan turning her back on her once-beloved and stepping into Tobin's arms, where they would fuck roughly once more for Bane to see before he died.
The explosion of his seed was amazingly pleasurable, and Edan -- Ori -- cried out as he thrust once, twice, three times, and she reached her climax, and they both collapsed onto the ground.
Ori sighed happily as they shifted position and she settled in his arms. For the moment, he would allow them to rest, naked and warm and extremely fulfilled, until it was time to dress and go back to camp before anyone woke up to find them.
"Ori?" He said softly.
"Mmm?" She was already half asleep.
"Can you do me favor?"
"Mm-hmm."
"Can you... Let's keep this a secret, okay?"
She yawned. "Keep what a secret?"
"Well... us."
She opened her eyes and looked at him. "Why? Are you embarrassed to be --"
"Don't put words in my mouth." He growled in warning. She glared but allowed him to explain. "I just think it would be best if we kept us a secret for a while. I know for a fact that Edan would have something negative to say about us... They might even make us stop seeing each other, and, well... I don't know if I could handle that..."
A blush rose to her cheeks again, but instead of arguing she closed her eyes again. "That's a good idea."
He smiled lightly as she snuggled closer. "It'll be our little secret..."1