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Blindfold fun	By : PnKnG Category: +S through Z > Wakfu Views: 2582 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
Disclaimer: I do not own Wakfu, nor the characters from it. I do not make any money from the writing of this story. else there would be way more smut in the show :P

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- 1-Blindfold fun
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This fanfic is a cowriting between me and Freerunnercho ( http://cartoon.adult-fanfiction.org/authors.php?no=1296872251 ) so check her profile for more smutty goddess ^_^

“Where are you taking me, Pinpin?” Eva sighed, stumbling not for the first time over a raised piece of earth, her hand not locked in Pinpin’s hovering mindlessly at her side in hopes of finding balance. “Can’t I just-?” She raised that hand to the blindfold covering her eyes and Pinpin’s movements stopped, the presence of his body shifting in front of her as he stilled her hand, lowering the knuckles to his lips.
“Not yet, Eva.” His voice soothed her nerves, peaked from her natural aversion to being blinded. She took a breath and listened to him, willing herself not to trip as he continued walking. But damn if pot holes and roots just kept on throwing themselves in her way, it seemed. “Just a little further. I promise you, it will be worth it.”
She’d been less than enthused when he’d told her of the surprise he’d planned, something he’d wanted to do for her since the moment they’d shared that blanket on the cliff during their travels. As romantic as it implied, the thought of combining Pinpin and anything to do with surprises was nerve-wracking. Still, she’d gone along willingly, offering hardly a raised eyebrow at the blindfold. Whatever it was, he seemed to have worked hard on it, and it was the least she could do to feign interest for the man she loved. And brace herself for the worst. Which is why, when he walked her blindly right into a tree, it wasn’t so much of a surprise.
“Eva!” he panicked when she hissed in pain, drawing him to a halt so she could rub the welt on her forehead. “I’m so sorry… Are you okay?”
“No blood, no foul,” she mumbled back, offering what she hoped wasn’t a forced smile. He meant well. She just needed to keep reminding herself of that fact. He meant well. The fact that he was trying so hard at all was enough reason to be grateful. She just had to keep her wits about herself and her focus on high alert to avoid any more bumps and bruises. If she could.
They walked the rest of the distance in silence, Tristepin probably embarrassed and Evangeline listening intently to figure out where they were and what potential threats she might have to blindly protect herself from. But finally, he stopped, the terrain beneath her feet having shifted into something smoother, something looser a long time ago. Sand. The beach?
“We’re here,” Pinpin mumbled, stepping behind her and untying the blindfold. Surprisingly enough, the light the filtered past he unused eyes wasn’t blinding in its brightness, but rather muted and soft. She glanced up out of reflex, the graying clouds making her nervous. But she ignored them for the sight at her feet: a blanket that looked warm and inviting with a picnic basket and plates laid out around it. “Sorry the walk took so long.”
“It’s alright,” Eva smiled, kissing him on the cheek and kneeling down on the blanket. “This looks amazing.”
Tristepin followed suit, sitting down close enough to her that she could lean into him chest quite comfortably. “I packed some of your favorite foods.” He leaned forward and opened the basket. “There’s-” He froze a line of ants and other insects crawling from the basket and onto the blanket in a rush as though realizing their freedom. Eva gasped, scrambling away from the hoard of insects and into the sand. “You leave my picnic alone, you little monsters!” Pinpin yelped, jumping to his feet and shooing them away, covering the blanket and remains of the food in sand in the process. Which he only realized when Eva grabbed his hand to still him. She smiled softly, motioning for him to look at his feet, to which he could only stare, aghast.
“It’s the bugs’ fault…” Pinpin whined, and Eva wrapped an arm around his waist, kissing his shoulder comfortingly.
“I know, Pinpin. I know,” she cooed, already kneeling down to gather up the damage. “How about we take this stuff home and make dinner together?”
Tristepin watched in defeated silence as Eva packed up the ruined picnic setting and got to her feet. “I was kind of hoping to go swimming with you after we ate,” he offered her a sad smile. She chuckled softly and opened her mouth to say they could when a crack of thunder interrupted her. They both looked up in time for the sky to open, a downpour crashing down on them without warning. Tristepin sighed, the sound lost to the echo of raindrops pelting the sand. “Yeah. Let’s go home.”
The ran most of the way, Tristepin offering more than once to carry her there, but she refused, knowing they’d get there quickly if they both were on foot. Tristepin nodded, tightening his grip on the basket and sprinting the last few feet to the door, holding it open for Eva once she’d shaken most of the water from her clothes. He followed suit, following her to their bedroom in silence, leaving the picnic basket by the door. Before she had a chance to ask him if he was alright, he’d vanished into the closet, returning rather forlornly with towels. Again, in silence, they got out of their clothes and dried off. Which was as much silence as Eva could take.
“You alright, Pinpin?” She tried. He just sat down on the edge of the bed and sighed.
“This date was supposed to be perfect,” he frowned. “I had everything planned.”
“Sometimes things just go wrong,” Eva smiled, sitting down next to him and placing a hand on his knee. “It was still a nice gesture.”
He sighed again. “I wanted it to be special.”
Eva’s heart both warmed and ached for him. Sometimes she forgot just how much he loved her. And how much she, in turn, loved him. Suddenly an idea came to her. “I know one way we can make tonight special at least.” She offered, smirking. He looked over at her, blinking in confusion as she reached down into the pile of clothes at the foot of the bed, pulling out a familiar piece of slightly damp black fabric. It took Tristepin less than a second to understand, his eyes lighting up with the promise of something he’d asked of her once and only half-joking.
“Really…” He breathed, already excited, and that helped her along, despite her fear of being blinded. But this was her Iop, and no matter what went wrong or right or whatever, she loved him.
“Really,” she nodded, tying the fabric around her eyes and pulling him close, waiting for him to kiss her. When he did, it was like fire, intoxicating and powerful and hot and wet, his tongue sliding into her mouth and touching everything inside it, both of them panting again when he pulled away.
“Lay down,” he said, the excitement still in his voice. She giggled, doing as such, her head on the pillow and her arms at her side. She felt him get off the bed, amazed at how much every subtle movement, every usually casual touch, seemed amplified, her senses exploding with sounds and smells and feelings she’d barely even noticed before. As patient as she could be, she waited, ear straining to hear where Tristepin might have gone, her heart beating slightly faster at the sudden presence of the unknown in what had already become such a comfortable, normal act between them.
It started with a caress so slight that in any other situation she wouldn’t have even recognized it---a gentle, testing graze of his fingertips along her inner thigh, working their way up, past her throbbing need, avoiding it for now, it seemed, and lingering just barely on her hip bone, thumb passing over that joint with a callused roughness she hadn’t expected. Whether it was just her heightened sense of touch or not she had no idea, but it sent a shiver down her spine. Continuing in that same slow, teasing motion, he laid his hand completely, palm down, on her stomach, over her bellybutton, his other hand joining just above it, both of them brushing just barely over the goose-bumped skin. Each hand slid down her waist, making her tremble, a hot breath escaping to travel the area around her bellybutton. Eva tensed out involuntarily, waiting for more of this magnified touching, wondering what everything else would feel like: lips, teeth, tongue, fingers… dick. It was all so new, so unknown. It made her wet with a lust, an anticipation that was almost overpowering.
As if in concordance, Pinpin seemed to shift around her, that warm, humid breath escaping again closer to her stomach just seconds before his tongue dipped into that curve of her navel and began a trail up to her chest. It was as though she were watching it happen outside herself, feeling it from somebody else’s body, the way the spit cooled almost instantly, giving her more goose-bumps, and how the sound of his breathing seemed to get slightly quicker each time she gasped or moaned out of reflex. It was things she never noticed before, things that made each second of this so much more passionate. So much for powerful.
One of those hands at her waist inched up to her breast, never leaving the skin, as though trying to prolong these heightened senses. He pinched briefly at an already pert and responsive nipple, her whole body shivering under the electric shock of it as heat bloomed more brightly between her legs. She squirmed as his other hand began focus on the neglected breast, lips forming a seal around the other nipple, tip of his tongue licking almost teasingly at the pink bud before sucking greedily, Eva’s whole body on fire just from that. It made her anxious, and oh so impatient for more.
Everything was sensation. Blissful, perfect sensation. The feel of the cotton comforter underneath her back, the downy pillow cradling her head and just barely brushing her ears, Pinpin’s warm, humid breaths making a path from her chest down her stomach and lingering just above that needy, desperate heat pooling between her legs. She arched her back in anticipation, a stutter of sound, almost his name but broken off in a moan escaping her lips the moment his tongue flicked excruciatingly, brilliantly at the source of her arousal.
“Pin-ah, f-fuck…” Evangeline groaned through clenched teeth, the heightened sensation driving her mad with want, her whole body tensing as he closed his lips around her clit and sucked, pleasure rippling through her as her orgasm lit her veins afire. He chuckled, leaving soft, wet kisses on the inside of her thigh, her heart racing and her breathing heavy. She could swear she felt the smile in those kisses, her mind racing past images of her Iop’s smirk, his eyes shining with excitement, hazy with lust, feral with desire.
Eva didn’t have a chance to adjust before she felt the bed shift, Tristepin working more of his body between her now spread legs. Before she could prepare herself for what she guessed was coming, she felt the head of his cock at her opening, touching lightly, testing. Steadying her for a brief, unspoken second before he took her, plunging into her quivering form until their pubic bones were touching and their lungs were deprived of air. Neither made a noise, their eyes closed and their hands clenched at whatever they could find---Eva grasping at Pinpin’s neck, a line of probably already red scratches drawn from shoulder to shoulder, Pinpin grasping with one hand at the bed frame and touching in a barely there caress at her face with the other. Pinpin leaned down, each motion of his now more noticeable than before what with the way they were so perfectly connected. He placed a chaste, intimate kiss on her lips, and began to move.
A sound escaped Evangeline then. It was a whimper, but deeper, wonton in its desperation, leaving her without permission and making her blush when she heard it hit the open air. Following it, however, was the oh so heartwarming sound of her Iop’s laugh, filling her, toying with her, reminding her. She drank it in for as long as it lasted, knowing that in a moment, she’d be too consumed with the feeling of heat and power and arousal to notice much of anything else.
Trying to pull him deeper, Eva wrapped her legs around Pinpin’s waist, locking her ankles to keep his body close and the thrusts shorter and more intense. Tristepin shivered---an action she’d never felt on her end before---and leaned in to bite at her neck, the closeness of their position making him all the more eager. She tried to follow his rhythm, bucking upward into the rocking of his hips, each movement, no matter how small, sending waves of pleasure, so close to perfection, up her spine.
Then, he stopped, pulling out of her in one fluid motion and wrenching her up by the wrist into a sitting position, making her head spin. Before she could voice her confusion, Tristepin’s mouth was on hers, all teeth and tongue and sloppy, passionate heat.
“Turn around,” he said in a husky sort of whisper the moment the kiss was broken, their lips still touching, his breath tickling her nose. Being so close to him like that and not seeing his face was discombobulating, enough to make her pause, not sure what he was asking. But as he began to turn her, a hand firmly on her waist, towards what she assumed was the headboard, she understood, the realization translating instantly into a bolt of heat rushing straight to her core. At once, she fell to her hands and knees, letting her head fall as she bit anxiously at her lip, her whole body burning with the thought of this, being taken from behind like she was about to be.
Pinpin positioned himself at her entrance once again, hands on either hip, and without a word of warning, he was inside of her again, filling her completely and utterly and oh so impossibly deep, all of the heat in her body focusing on one spot as he began to pound into her, fingers tightening enough to make Eva certain of tomorrow’s bruises. And then, he plunged into that perfectly blinding spot of ecstasy, her whole body tightening against him, making him moan.
“Oh yes, P-Pinpin! Please, yes!” Eva screamed, the sound so filled with animalistic need and pure, hot passion that it made Tristepin shudder, his lips finding her spine and kissing, licking, nipping at the goose bumped flesh as he bucked harder, quicker, another sharp thrust into her sweet spot pushing her over the edge. In the beautiful torment of it, Evangeline fell to her elbows, crying out his name into the pillow, the sudden complete tightness of her body driving Pinpin almost to his own climax, the Iop thrusting once and twice more before burying himself completely in his lover, filling her to the brim, her still shaking, tensing form milking him for all he was worth.
And Eva felt it all: the subtle pressure and now muted heat of his cock softening inside her as they waited to move again, both trying to catch their breath---the feel of Tristepin’s hands loosening from their damn near painful grip on her hips---the sweat sticking the pillowcase to her face as she rested half in it where she’d fallen---and the most present, Pinpin’s lips, not quite kissing but still lingering between her shoulder blades. Slowly, careful as can be with too sensitive skin, he pulled himself out and away, letting Eva fall more completely onto the bed, rolling over with a sigh and throwing her arm over her blindfold, the brush of air on her sweat-sheened skin making her chilly. She shivered, stretching just enough to give her muscles the cue to warm up some. She felt Tristepin crawl over her, still straddling her somewhat, and she paused, waiting. She felt him brush light fingertips against her side and then her shoulder and then her neck, finishing by putting one hand to her face while simultaneously moving her arm and removing the blindfold with the other. She blinked at the sudden invasion of light, squinting at her Iop’s almost smug smirk.
“Well?” he asked, once she could see him clearly. She smiled, pulling him down for a kiss, long deep and sensual enough to make her wonder how long before they could do it again. The thought made her squirm with that all too present anticipation that tended to linger when she was around him. She broke the kiss with a smirk, gaze eager and bright.
“Perfect.” She grinned, grabbing the blindfold out of his hand and throwing it over his eyes. “Your turn.” The look on his face was priceless, as was everything about him, she realized. Priceless and special and perfect.

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