From Attuned to Ascended to Ancient, Kiada Njovu-Reyes has been reborn several times throughout her short life, but her fighting spirit has never once been diminished. With beauty, grace and a quick wit, Kiada is the whole package wrapped in an infectious smile. Recent endeavours have found her in the heart of the Hollowed Grounds, aiding the region and bettering it for her new Ancient kin, and whatever she does next, we know it's sure to pack a punch.
Congratulations, Kiada!
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Court of the Fallen was created in October of 2018 by Odd, Honey, and Crooked.
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to share the space with simple living things, infinitely suffering
If only there were words enough for her to tell him that he doesn't have to try so hard, that she's already appropriately wowed by him without whatever silk and harnesses might be hidden away in the trunk at the end of his bed. Hopefully Isla's body will do the talking for her well enough, and it's with red cheeks and an apologetic smile that she catches Ever back against her lips, soft fingers mapping broad shoulders as she tilts just so that he might be able to unclasp her dress.
It falls freely into a pool of wine dark fabric at her waist, baring pert breasts and dusky nipples to his waiting hands, the Remedy drawing back just enough to encourage the warmth of him against her skin. "Touch me," she whispers, the words almost a plea catching in her throat even as she starts to work on the buckle of his belt, unthreading it to cast it to one side.
fighting off like all creation, the absence of itself
your eyes across a crowded room, just like it's only me and you
Holding himself above Isla with one foot on the ground and a knee pressed against the chaise, Everest reached forward to slide his palm softly against one of her nipples as his fingers closed around her breast and grasped it. Hiccuping in a soft breath as he felt the slight, but not nearly enough, release of tension around his waist, the aviator leaned forward to capture the Remedy's lips once again.
"Gods you're stunning." He panted, seeming both entirely dishevelled for the state of his curls and his discarded shirt, and yet fully prepared for what he intended to come next. Frustrated by the pants he was still wearing, Ever nevertheless acquiesced to Isla's wishes of him, by letting his lips slide away from hers that his mouth might find one of her nipples. Much as he wanted the Remedy freed of her clothing as well, there was something wildly attractive about the way the fabric bunched around her waist, hiding what he well knew was within beneath its soft folds.
to share the space with simple living things, infinitely suffering
"I feel it, with you," Isla admits with a smile that quickly fades into a soft moan of approval. Pressing into the touch of his hand and then his lips, she twists her fingers into the back of his curls, tugging her encouragement in precisely the way he'd said he enjoyed. Her free hand descends between them so she might press the flat of her palm against his cock through the fabric of his pants; much as she wants nothing more than to open her legs for him already, Ever had said he enjoyed to be teased.
"You're so hard already," she whispers, the words breathlessly painting the air and punctuated by a gasp at a particularly enticing flick of his tongue across her nipple. Stroking her hand against his erection and glancing up at the ceiling, Isla catches sight of them in the mirrors there and finds sudden, giddy laughter caged in the back of her throat. Not having expected to feel quite so aroused by their reflections, she's nonetheless keen to see what else they might get up to.
"Gods, please fuck me," she moans - apparently teasing only lasts as long as Isla's patience, and in this case, it's mere seconds.
fighting off like all creation, the absence of itself
your eyes across a crowded room, just like it's only me and you
Not wanting to be compared at all to Remi Taliesin in this, there is a similar level of sentimentality between the two men in the way that Ever's expression melts for a moment in response. He'd have vowed right then and there to do anything and everything he could until his dying day to keep her feeling that way, but for the sudden press of her palm against the front of his pants which had the sweet poetry on his lips melting into something far hungrier and more dark.
"I hope that doesn't come as a surprise." Everest chuckles before sipping in a shallow breath that only further stokes the fires in his belly. With a final roll of his tongue against her nipple, the aviator forces himself to rise, impossible as it feels to do. "Roll over. Place yourself just there—" He whispers against her tousled hair, gesturing toward the top of the chaise lounge and coincidentally the mirror on the wall behind it. There were pillows aplenty she could use to make herself comfortable if she needed them. Standing, Everest rid himself of the rest of his clothing, before reaching out to sweep Isla's dress down from her hips.
to share the space with simple living things, infinitely suffering
"Not a surprise. Just a very happy observation," Isla assures him, and as Everest finally rises away from her, gods but it takes all her willpower not to drag him back by the front of his pants. Biting her cheek against the urge to simply strip him down and gag herself on his cock, the Remedy gazes up at Ever with blue eyes made dark and eager with arousal, and she moves readily to comply.
Given their self-confessed preferences, Isla nonetheless finds herself following the aviator's instructions with a shiver of anticipation, stepping out of her dress and already missing the warmth of his hands and mouth against her skin. She settles near the top of the chaise lounge with the assistance of a few pillows, knees spread ready for him, and it's with only a small amount of effort that she twists her blonde hair into less of an unruly cascade - all the better for him to grab and pull, my dear - before she's glancing back around for him, doe eyed and expectant.
fighting off like all creation, the absence of itself
your eyes across a crowded room, just like it's only me and you
"Now that's just cruel." Ever mumbles weakly, his breath caught in his throat as he watches Isla—with almost unfair ease—render herself into almost the precise image the aviator had been lusting after for weeks. Moving to stand behind her, whether through the mirror or her own eyes, she'll see one of his hands appreciably map the contours of one side of her hip, as the other glides up her side and across her torso to tug her away from the back of the chaisse and against his chest.
Letting his hand slide up the contours of her ribcage and then breast, Everest wraps his fingers around her throat for a moment before grasping her jaw to turn her head just so in the mirror. Despite the way she'll no doubt feel his cock twitching with anticipation against her, the aviator takes a moment to meet her gaze in the glass as his other hand curls around her hip and descends between her thighs where a single finger grazes against her clit.
But she'd asked to be pinned. To be touched, to be fucked, and gods but he was keen to comply.
Sliding his hand suddenly away from her jaw, Everest presses his palm against her shoulder, shoving her forward (into the pillows, of course), precisely at the same moment he enters her. With a loud moan he can't help, the aviator gives in to the hysterical feeling of utter pleasure that courses outwards, before finding himself instantly hungry for more and thrusting himself forward again.
to share the space with simple living things, infinitely suffering
"Says the man who has been standing here looking like that all evening," Isla counters through a catlike smirk, because whilst she might be the one splayed out on the couch like a meal ready for him to consume, there are enough mirrors in the space that she hopes he can appreciate just how he looks as well. Enough that her eyes never move from his reflection as he finally approaches, the heat of his body rippling against her before his fingers ever graze her skin.
Shivering in a breath and fighting not to shift her hips back to force his rise into her, Isla moans a soft and needy sound against the hand that encircles her throat. The dance of his touch along her hips, her ribs, her breasts; the intensity in his blue eyes as their gazes meet in the mirror - gods, but Isla knows what she's asked, but even a moment more of waiting and she'll gladly be the one to pin him down instead.
Blessedly, Ever breaks whatever spell has fallen over her with the sudden shove against her shoulders, Isla pressed into pillows just as his cock slides into her, dragging a cry of pleasure and surprise from her throat. "Yes," she manages to sigh out, the word muffled but audible just as he fills her a second time, the Remedy clutching at the chaise lounge if only for something to brace against the force of his thrusts.
More, she might have called out, or harder, or like this, but her body is already keen to beat her words to the punch. Rolling her hips back against him, it's with a helpless moan that Isla can only wish she might see herself from his point of view. Alas, unless he installs a mirror on the floor, even that might be a bit much.
fighting off like all creation, the absence of itself
your eyes across a crowded room, just like it's only me and you
Releasing his grasp of her shoulder, Everest allows both hands to slide back towards her hips, his fingers sinking against her skin and grasping hard enough that a distant constellation of bruises will appear the next morning. The shiver of her flesh followed by the clap of skin is enough to tantalize the aviator's senses, but were it not for the fact that this was Isla, that's all it would be. That's all it had been, for weeks, and though the aviator would have been ashamed to admit it given how often he'd thought of the Remedy, he'd forgotten entirely the effect she had on him, because by gods he was in love with her already, and that made it all the sweeter.
Pitching forward, one hand braced by Isla's head, Ever turns to tease at her earlobe with his teeth as he once again slides his hand between her thighs. Rolling the pad of his middle finger against her clit, the aviator moaned against the shell of her ear as he felt the dark heat of her body beginning to encompass him to the point that he'd not have been surprised to see that Isla had plucked the fire from the hearth and covered herself in it.
Looking at Isla in the mirror, it felt for a moment like seeing someone else fuck her such that the aviator began to thrust harder, as if he might outpace the man in the glass and bring Isla to orgasm before he could.
to share the space with simple living things, infinitely suffering
In that they are the same, at least - Isla has also been thinking about this for weeks. Alas, she hasn't had the advantage of dozens of bodies to roll and fuck with, and whilst her memory is good, it's nothing compared to the aviator in this moment. Feeling small and taken and had in a way that fills her to the brim with heat, she welcomes the press of his fingers against her hips as he fucks her in earnest, and already she wishes she could somehow have more of him.
Hiccuping in a breath as the shift of his hips has him buried to the hilt within her, Isla's head tilts just enough to welcome the nip of his teeth against her ear, her eyes opening to watch their reflections fuck their way to oblivion in the mirror. For the Remedy, at least, it's with breathless awe that she admires the tangle of their bodies, until the roll of skilled fingers against her clit and the hard thrust of a cock drags her back to the here and now.
With pleasure that borders on pain, Isla feels her orgasm begin to tighten at the back of her thighs, pleasure fizzing low in her belly and her moans echoing loudly enough that anyone who is listening certainly won't need a glass pressed up against the wall. "Fuck, I'm so close," she huffs, her hips arching against the touch of Ever's fingers as if to increase their pace.
fighting off like all creation, the absence of itself
your eyes across a crowded room, just like it's only me and you
Greedily, perhaps, Everest wasn't satisfied. Not because the gradual rising tide of his orgasm was unwelcome, but because he found himself wanting so much more of her. If he could have somehow draped himself around her, his hands at her throat and breasts, his teeth on her earlobe, his lips against her shoulder and jaw; if he could have grasped her hips with both hands, tangled his fingertips in her hair, clutched at her belly and massaged her clit. If he could have done all that, gods it might have been enough.
"Cum with me—" Everest moans, his voice a faraway plea to his own ears. It won't be a bruising pace that gets them there, or at least, the work has been done already, such that once more the aviator tries to pull the Remedy against his chest that he might marvel at her in the mirror.
Grasping one of her breasts for purchase as well as the intoxicating sensation of her nipple against his palm, Everest's dark gaze lingered on the Remedy's lips, on the marks from his fingertips he could see on her hip, on the way her body shuddered with every thrust of his body. "Gods, Isla—" His orgasm rose like a sudden scream in the back of his throat; where he'd thought he'd felt its gradual rise beneath the balls of his feet, he was suddenly blindsided by the riptide strength of it as his body was all but swept away in it. "Cum, Isla." Ever pleaded feverishly, and though he'd already lost sensation in his toes and fingertips, his hand never ceased between her thighs, and his hips never stilled.
to share the space with simple living things, infinitely suffering
Only now can Isla truly appreciate the difference these past few weeks have made on the aviator. Not only in skill - because that can't be denied as she's easily moved in his arms, pulled back against his chest and fucked so expertly that it puts her memories of their previous dalliance to shame - but in sheer confidence. Surprised at the flush of heat that surges through her to see them both in the mirror, the Remedy feels delicate and almost owned in a way that has her wanting to beg for more for however long they both have.
Which isn't long at all, as it happens, because the feverish purr of Ever's voice against her ear already has her cresting wildly towards her climax. "I-- Ever, I'm--" If the stuttered words aren't enough, she's certain he'll understand what the end of her sentence should have been in the way her body shudders around him, tightening hard and lurching forward with the force of her orgasm.
And an advantage of the Dusklight is that no part of Isla feels the need to be quiet about it, her cries of pleasure likely audible from outside the door and then some. Behind her eyes she can already envision them in a dozen other positions, can hear herself whispering filthy instructions to the aviator about what she'd like him to do, or what she's going to do in turn. Gods if this once doesn't feel like enough, and even as the last waves of her orgasm begin to drag down the length of her thighs, Isla wants more.
fighting off like all creation, the absence of itself
your eyes across a crowded room, just like it's only me and you
Her own name spills from the aviator's lips again and again, and as the aftershock of Isla's orgasm echoes across the Remedy's body, Everest is there to hold her firmly against his own that they might shiver and collapse forward as one.
Aware only of where his fingers are pressed against her skin or the way her body has swallowed his whole, Ever lets himself drift in a pebble blue sea making sure only that he kept the Remedy clutched to his chest. Everything else—the room, the listeners, even the mirrors—are all forgotten in lieu of the woman in his arms, and the crash of adoration and arousal that Everest happily sinks into.
Once he's able to, the aviator opens his eyes, fluttering a handful of kisses along the top of Isla's shoulder before laughing quietly. "How was that..?" He wonders, sounding at least mostly genuine in wanting to be sure it was as good for her as it sounded like it was, and only a little bit pleased with himself.
to share the space with simple living things, infinitely suffering
Aware only of the laboured sound of their breathing and the hot press of his body against her back, Isla feels as though she might let herself drift like this endlessly, if only time would allow it. Eventually, of course, feeling returns in full - the feel of the cushions beneath her knees, the phantom sensations of his fingers against her hips, the sweetness of his lips against her shoulder.
At his question she can't help but let out a soft, husky sort of laugh, tilting her head to rest against his own for a second. "I can't believe you need to ask," she admits, though for his benefit she does turn to press a warm kiss against his temple. "It was so good, I think the rest of the Dusklight heard it, and I want them to know it was you," she whispers wickedly to him, leaving another kiss in her wake before relaxing further back against him.
"Would you mind helping me to the bed, please? You seem to have robbed me of my ability to walk." And she's eyeing the wine she hasn't had a chance to really taste yet too, while they're at it.
fighting off like all creation, the absence of itself
your eyes across a crowded room, just like it's only me and you
"Just being thorough." Ever replies, and if Isla can't hear the smile in his voice, she'll no doubt feel it in the way his lips have grown tight against her shoulder as he presses another kiss there.
"As you wish." Shifting, Ever rather artfully uses one hand to turn the Remedy's shoulder, hoping the rest of her body will follow, before scooping it across her lower back and sliding his other beneath her thighs. Lifting, not with the ease of her former lovers perhaps, but without any grunts or strains of effort, Everest straightens, carrying Isla away from the chaise and towards the rather grand four-poster bed.
Setting her down softly upon the silk sheets, the aviator smooths an errant curl away from her face before pausing to simply gaze adoringly at her. Even he knew it was too soon for I love yous, but with the words balled up on his tongue, the aviator found himself unable to speak.
