Maeve
His wings wrap around them again, plunging her back into darkness and she's left to run her hands over his skin, following the divots of his skin. The image of him wet and dripping with ocean water that day they went swimming. It allows her to trail her fingers to trail across his scars and tattoos like she already knows them intimately. The hand in his hair loosens and instead goes to tease along his horn as she kisses him.
Fire follows his touch towards that place she wants him most. Finally his fingers dip into the wetness that's gathered there, wetting his fingers before pressing them to her clit. It throbs with need and her hips surge forward eagerly. "Fuck..." She whines when he breaks the kiss as her body arches to press closer to him. His mouth is back on her throat, sucking a mark into her pale skin to stake his claim. Maeve takes it gladly, wrapping her arm around his shoulders before her fingers are searching for the place his wings extend from his back. They tease along the the joint before gripping there too as her hips work against his fingers.
"You don't know what that entails, beastie. Would be the sweetest torture you've ever had." Maeve murmurs, but her words catch with her breath as he finally starts to circle the sensitive bud of her clit. His hand in her hair makes her spine arch further as she rises up slightly on her knees so she can move more freely. His wings bracing against her back gives her the support she needs as she grinds forward against his fingers. That fire already building and swirling in her belly, skittering out across her nerves as he stokes it hotter.
Fire follows his touch towards that place she wants him most. Finally his fingers dip into the wetness that's gathered there, wetting his fingers before pressing them to her clit. It throbs with need and her hips surge forward eagerly. "Fuck..." She whines when he breaks the kiss as her body arches to press closer to him. His mouth is back on her throat, sucking a mark into her pale skin to stake his claim. Maeve takes it gladly, wrapping her arm around his shoulders before her fingers are searching for the place his wings extend from his back. They tease along the the joint before gripping there too as her hips work against his fingers.
"You don't know what that entails, beastie. Would be the sweetest torture you've ever had." Maeve murmurs, but her words catch with her breath as he finally starts to circle the sensitive bud of her clit. His hand in her hair makes her spine arch further as she rises up slightly on her knees so she can move more freely. His wings bracing against her back gives her the support she needs as she grinds forward against his fingers. That fire already building and swirling in her belly, skittering out across her nerves as he stokes it hotter.
Poor little girl
still waiting for her happy ending
still waiting for her happy ending
