Maeve
Each little hitch of breath and shudder she pulls from him only pushes her closer to that edge. There is something about having control over so powerful. He wants her. He's willing to bend for her. To take his pleasure from her, but also give pleasure in return. Maeve shudders as the growl rumbles through his chest, making her clench around nothing as she continues to grind against his fingers as a steady pace, matching the rhythm he's set for them. His teeth are at her skin again, nipping and scraping over the sensitive flesh that sings with the attention he's giving her. Sweat gathers at her brow as her skin flushes a prettily with pleasure.
Sharp points of his claws tease along her spine, adding to just a hint of pain that only takes her higher. Then his finger presses into her, the thick digit almost the equivalent of two of her own and she clenches involuntarily. Another moan rises in her throat and she clamps her mouth shut, trying to muffle the sound and her eyes find his as he pulls back to gaze at her. She tightens her grip around the joint of his wing as her hips continue to work. It feels utterly divine and she almost hates that he dared to deny her that first night, but they're here now.
Maeve lets his nose nudge against hers even as she releases a shaky breath. His question doesn't go unanswered, but it takes her a moment to find the words through the haze of pleasure clouding her brain. She doesn't normally talk too much during sex, but he wanted to know what she wanted to do to him before. Why not share now? "After I cum on your fingers-" Her breath hitches and another moan slips past her lips as her hips stutter in their rhythm for a moment, thighs already starting to tremble. "I'm going to get on my knees and taste you the way I want to until you can't take it anymore, but I'm not going to let you finish down my throat." Maeve draws in a sharp breath, eyes fluttering shut as her head falls back for a second, a smirk curling on her lips. "No, dear Flood. After I take you to that edge I'm going to let you come back down before I climb back into your lap and ride you because I'm not leaving here until you fuck me properly."
She finishes speaking and he claims her mouth in another kiss, nipping at her bottom lip and making her hiss as she presses back harder. Her tongue slips along his, tangling with his own as she grows closer to that edge. Maeve pulls back, resting her forehead against his as her eyes flutter shut and she's already so close. Just a little more and she'll be falling apart for him.
Sharp points of his claws tease along her spine, adding to just a hint of pain that only takes her higher. Then his finger presses into her, the thick digit almost the equivalent of two of her own and she clenches involuntarily. Another moan rises in her throat and she clamps her mouth shut, trying to muffle the sound and her eyes find his as he pulls back to gaze at her. She tightens her grip around the joint of his wing as her hips continue to work. It feels utterly divine and she almost hates that he dared to deny her that first night, but they're here now.
Maeve lets his nose nudge against hers even as she releases a shaky breath. His question doesn't go unanswered, but it takes her a moment to find the words through the haze of pleasure clouding her brain. She doesn't normally talk too much during sex, but he wanted to know what she wanted to do to him before. Why not share now? "After I cum on your fingers-" Her breath hitches and another moan slips past her lips as her hips stutter in their rhythm for a moment, thighs already starting to tremble. "I'm going to get on my knees and taste you the way I want to until you can't take it anymore, but I'm not going to let you finish down my throat." Maeve draws in a sharp breath, eyes fluttering shut as her head falls back for a second, a smirk curling on her lips. "No, dear Flood. After I take you to that edge I'm going to let you come back down before I climb back into your lap and ride you because I'm not leaving here until you fuck me properly."
She finishes speaking and he claims her mouth in another kiss, nipping at her bottom lip and making her hiss as she presses back harder. Her tongue slips along his, tangling with his own as she grows closer to that edge. Maeve pulls back, resting her forehead against his as her eyes flutter shut and she's already so close. Just a little more and she'll be falling apart for him.
Poor little girl
still waiting for her happy ending
still waiting for her happy ending
