Maea
And time it waits for no one
It heals them when you die
It heals them when you die
She loved being bitten. Maea was never sure if it was because he had conditioned her to like it from the start, to associate the graze of his teeth with sunshine and hot air, with gentle hands and the sweet, terrifying pleasure it all coaxed from a body too long starved of attention. Or if it simply was a kink she'd always had, that he'd just hit the jackpot on. Regardless, there was something about the sensation of teeth closing around her flesh, of his mouth, soft and wet and warm to offset the sometimes sharp pain... it didn't take much for her thoughts to go drifting, for her breath to catch and pick up. Sometimes she almost wished he had those Ascended fangs, that he could bury his teeth deep into her neck and drink from her, feast in an entirely different way... and she wouldn't even mind if it hurt.
His attention to her neck alone was enough to drive Maea halfway out of her mind, and when he teased her with grinding back against her core, his cock sliding along the damp folds, between them, to rub against the bundle of nerves, it was impossible not to react. Her spine arched to push her hips harder down on him, her fingers sliding up to tangle in his hair. The slow, teasing strokes drew a moan from her, muffled against his skin, and then another, more coming until it was a continuous sound vibrating on every breath. Not because she knew he wanted to hear it, but because she couldn't stop.
"More than anything," she panted, breath hitching when she felt his hands move down over her sides, towards her ass. Her arms tightened around his neck, used the grip to grind not just her hips but her entire body against his, desperate to feel more, using him to pleasure herself as best she could. Her soft, full breasts squeezed tight into his chest, stomach flush to his... Then her teeth clamped down on the soft skin just over his collarbone, nipping, licking the hurt better, her own teeth itching to clamp down, to bite and hold and never let go.
His attention to her neck alone was enough to drive Maea halfway out of her mind, and when he teased her with grinding back against her core, his cock sliding along the damp folds, between them, to rub against the bundle of nerves, it was impossible not to react. Her spine arched to push her hips harder down on him, her fingers sliding up to tangle in his hair. The slow, teasing strokes drew a moan from her, muffled against his skin, and then another, more coming until it was a continuous sound vibrating on every breath. Not because she knew he wanted to hear it, but because she couldn't stop.
"More than anything," she panted, breath hitching when she felt his hands move down over her sides, towards her ass. Her arms tightened around his neck, used the grip to grind not just her hips but her entire body against his, desperate to feel more, using him to pleasure herself as best she could. Her soft, full breasts squeezed tight into his chest, stomach flush to his... Then her teeth clamped down on the soft skin just over his collarbone, nipping, licking the hurt better, her own teeth itching to clamp down, to bite and hold and never let go.
And soon you are forgotten
A whisper within a sigh
A whisper within a sigh
