Maea
And time it waits for no one
It heals them when you die
It heals them when you die
She had wanted to do this to him for so long. To worship him, the way he had done to her. To give him all her attention, all her focus, all her love, because this wasn't just sex to Maea. It was a rite, an act of devotion, of ultimate trust. To leave herself vulnerabe, naked and kneeling between his legs. To cast aside the pretentious, prude, good-girl facade and show him who she really was... because he seemed to want to see it. Seemed to be able to handle it.
So when he told her to make up for her crimes against him, she did it by giving him the only truly precious thing she had. Herself. Her mouth, to devour him with, her hands to stroke his skin, to slip down between his legs and rake the inside of his thighs with nails that didn't feel sharp enough. As she devoured him, her mouth grew hungrier, greedier, relishing the way he began to writhe under her. His voice, how his hands fisted in her hair, running claws over her scalp that were just on the right side of painful, so good it made her moan around him.
Maea sucked on his cock to bring it deeper down her throat, to close her mouth tighter around it, and when he thrust up, hesitating, undecided, her hands moved again. Reached up under him, to cup his ass in greedy hands and lift him up... and she didn't use magic, just the leverage of elbows braced against the bed to hold him there, as she kept feasting on him.
She had no intention of stopping.
So when he told her to make up for her crimes against him, she did it by giving him the only truly precious thing she had. Herself. Her mouth, to devour him with, her hands to stroke his skin, to slip down between his legs and rake the inside of his thighs with nails that didn't feel sharp enough. As she devoured him, her mouth grew hungrier, greedier, relishing the way he began to writhe under her. His voice, how his hands fisted in her hair, running claws over her scalp that were just on the right side of painful, so good it made her moan around him.
Maea sucked on his cock to bring it deeper down her throat, to close her mouth tighter around it, and when he thrust up, hesitating, undecided, her hands moved again. Reached up under him, to cup his ass in greedy hands and lift him up... and she didn't use magic, just the leverage of elbows braced against the bed to hold him there, as she kept feasting on him.
She had no intention of stopping.
And soon you are forgotten
A whisper within a sigh
A whisper within a sigh
