your hands are scarred from murder

MAEA

She was in such good hands. He saw her through the storm, helped her ride it out with gentle strokes until she was drained, through, one shivering, gasping mess of a girl spread across crumpled sheets. When he left her, it was the most painful thing. So cold, so hollow, even though Sunjata was still right there beside her. Probably this was the moment where she should be sated and content, ready to curl up on his chest and sleep... but Maea found that she was still burning. She tried to settle the feeling with deep breaths, by enduring the pause as he joined her on the pillows and took her hand. She squeezed it tight, tried to feel tired, because that was the whole point...

But when she finally turned to look at him, her eyes were still dark with lust, hungry and wanton like the cold shadows on the far side of the moon. He looked so content, so smugly satisfied with pleasuring her, and she loved how out of breath he was, how far he'd gone to give her this gift of undivided attention. But gods, she wanted more.

"No, not yet," she murmured, and turned over on her side. The one with the least bruises - though truthfully she couldn't feel any pain at the moment, barely registered that they were there - and reached for him. Tried to pull herself tight to his side, her mouth warm and soft as she leaned in to kiss his cheek with lingering, enticing lips. His skin smelled of her, and the scent only made her ache even more. "I still want you..." she sighed, pressing her thighs together. Rubbed them against one another, slowly. Unable to extinguish the fire between them - dulled, but not gone out.

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SUNJATA

the flood

with every breath and every intake
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His panting grows lighter, body shifting a small amount with the blankets beneath him as he gets a small amount more comfortable and she squeezes his hand. He looks over to her, his own gaze dark and devouring as he smugly questions her — only to find her gaze turn to meet his. The very same, still craving more, craving him, and it’s hard to suppress the shiver that runs down his spine when she nears, a lingering kiss to his cheek, a sultry whisper to his ear.

So he turns to her, then, to face her a bit more fully, his freehand reaching up to brush away the tangled mess of pale damp hair as he searches her with something close to surprise followed up by need. He lowers his head to her, to press a kiss to her neck, soft and light and just as lingering. “Good.” He begins, breath hot against her skin. “Because I want you too.” His voice is low, almost a growl, and he goes to shift himself closer to her to align their bodies together.

He pulls away the towel trapping himself away from her, leaning over her a small amount to add it to the others off the side of the bed. And when he returns, he tenderly presses his hips against the thighs she rubs together to show her just how much he did, how hard he is for her. “How do you want me, Maea?” he asks, lips against her neck again, giving her the choice because of how bruised and painful her body was and not wanting to hurt her if he could help it.

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MAEA

Her response was immediate, relieved. Maea too angled herself closer so she could align with his body, press herself into his chest, hips, wrap her arms around his neck. Her head shifted away to offer her neck up to him and she quivered when he pressed his face into it, kissing her the way she loved so much. His towel was removed. As he shifted his hips into her, let her feel how hard he was, she sucked in a sharp breath. So keenly aware of the hot, silky skin against hers.

Maea raised a knee up, let it come to rest against his hip and rolled her hips gently, tried to fit him in between her thighs. She was so gone still, drunk on the pleasure; caught in that same wanton abandon she'd been in down in the Advocate's hidehout, with not a thought for anything but the present moment, beyond considering consequences or accounting for any pain... what pain? She didn't feel it, didn't know anything but Sunjata and the hollow ache inside her. Needing him.

The 'how' didn't feel very important at all. "However you want," came the unhelpful answer, followed by another shift of her hips. Like this, on her back, it didn't matter, she couldn't think of any way that would be better than any other.

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SUNJATA

the flood

with every breath and every intake
tip toe further away

He presses his lingering kisses to the neck she offers up, feels her shift against him to raise her knee up and shift her hips, and he moves close enough to her to do exactly as she wishes. He slips between her thighs, his cock brushing up against her with a hitch of his breath. She shifts her hips again and he shudders a small amount, arms reaching to wrap around her as he kisses along her neck to beneath her ear.

“Mmh, I think I want you…” He hums ahainst her skin, reaching to pull her hips into him and shift so he’s on his back and hopefully with her in a position to straddle him. They’d tried it once before, but she hadn’t been as loosened up then, as expectant of what could come with it. “Here.” He says with a slightly fanged smirk, horned head tilting slightly to her to see if she can handle it or if they need to choose a different way. Personally, he loves this view of her.

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Honestly, at this point he could do anything at all, and Maea wouldn't protest. Her breath caught at feeling his cock pressing against her core, voice coloring her breath in a soft whimper. Just his voice against her neck was enough to send goosebumps flaring over her skin, and she nestled into his arms, elated at being home, home, home.

When he turned them, she followed easily, adjusting herself so she wound up straddling him. There was a slight protest to her bruised leg at the new angle, but it was easily ignored. Her back wouldn't let her sit up much though, so she remained leaned into his chest, hands coming up to rake through his hair while her mouth dove in for his, to kiss him deeply, hungry as if she'd been starved. Her tongue darted out, brushed over his lips, eager to join his, to play with those lethal fangs and see if they were as sharp as she remembered.

The position did not aggravate any injuries though, and Maea loved feeling his body flush against her chest and stomach, feeling his hardness against her... She rolled her hips, moved over him ever so slightly, wanting to draw some reaction from him. To hear his voice again.

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SUNJATA

the flood

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She follows easily, and he sighs into the touch of her wrapped around his chest, of her fingers tangling in his hair, of her lips finding his own that still taste like her. Shifting himself slightly, he sighs a quiet growl against her lips, his own tongue darting out — no longer partially shifted — to tangle with her own.

But she shifts her hips again and it’s enough to cause his hips to press up against her again, cock twitching as she toys with him all the same. His hands shift from her hair and shoulders to trail gently down her body, to her backside as he goes to lift her a small fraction. He breaks the kiss to search her gaze, his own shadowed by lust. “Ride me, Maea.” He purrs with a hoarse voice against her lips, trying to position her just right to sink down onto him — greedy and filled with far too much aching need to want to wait much longer.

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He was burning, just like her. Perhaps his thoughts were a bit clearer, despite the alcohol in his veins, but not by much. If he'd really been thinking clearly, this would not be happening. It was reckless, probably a bit stupid, and Maea would no doubt be paying for it later, but... who had time to think about consequences now? When their lips were locked together and she could taste herself on his tongue, and his cock was so close to where she wanted it. She trembled under his hands, the slight pain as they brushed over her bruised back only heightening the sensation; like his nipping teeth usually did. Like she'd become conditioned to love, to expect.

Breathing hard, she licked her lips as he broke the kiss, found his eyes and let herself drown in them for a moment. It never ceased to amaze her how much he wanted her, what her presence, her body did to him, without even trying. She felt him try to shift her, angle her hips just right... and with a little smirk she resisted. Rolled her core over him again, stroking his length with her folds, enveloping him in the damp heat... but not the way he told her to.

"Ask me nicely," she purred, a little breathless, bringing her mouth down to his ear. Kissing the tender skin just beneath it... and nipped, rather hard, teeth sharp and a little demanding, even without fangs.

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SUNJATA

the flood

with every breath and every intake
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Oh the position he’s put her in is typically the one he prefers. But with the way his arms had already trembled with the pressure from pleasuring her and keeping himself aloft enough to do it, this is easier — distracted by her and the way she shifts against him. But she doesn’t do what he wants her to, and he hisses a small amount as she dodges his wishes — somewhat making up for it with the way she drags herself against him. His breath hitches and he tilts his head back a small amount, giving her all the access she needs to his scarred and tattooed neck.

A ghost of a smirk crosses his face as she tells him to ask her nicely, and he debates for a few moments not to — but he’s aching and burning and he growls against the bite to his neck — reminiscent of the way Nate’s teeth had found him in a very similar if not the same spot. It reverts him a small amount, shifting his hips against her folds again in a slow stroke of demand as his breath hitches once more. “Please.” He finally concedes, in no position to make demands or arguments. His voice is gravelly, deep, breathless as he tilts his head back, pressing his chest against hers a small amount as his hands find her hips again to keep her close.

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He hesitated, and for a moment Maea relished the power in denying him, in making him bend to her. His frustrated sounds arched along her spine light so much lightning, and she smirked against his skin, breathing in the heady scent of whiskey and smoke, of musk and lust and the slightly spicy scent that was just him. Oh, she was so ready for him, wanted nothing more than to sink down on him and be done with this waiting...

'Please'. Ah, there it was. But... Maea frowned a little, because his surrender did not taste as sweetly as she'd thought it would. There was something in his begging that felt... very wrong to her. The hands on her hips that kept her in place was what really thrilled her, and how his chest pressed into hers brought the real elation. How very interesting... It seemed she really preferred it when he wasn't asking nicely.

But changing her mind now was out of the question, and with a slow, longing hum she shifted her hips over him again, lowered herself until she could feel the tip of his cock rest just at her entrance. But there... she stopped moving. Grew very still indeed, as her head rose up a little. Watched him, with smoldering eyes that were hazy with want, and yet full of... challenge? Was he really going to let her boss him around like this?

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SUNJATA

the flood

with every breath and every intake
tip toe further away

His hands tighten on her hips, in preparation, in the possibility of rebelling and things of that nature. But the only one that had truly gotten him to beg for more was Nate — with those teeth that rendered him utterly useless, unable to continue to rebel even if he wished to. For Maea? Oh, she certainly could, but it would take more work for him to grovel for it, wondering briefly how she might feel having that happen. As it was right now? He was aching for her, had been since his kisses had drifted up her thighs, wanting to crave and take and leave nothing behind.

But with her bruising, even beneath the primal desire that racks his system, she’s fragile to him. But she shifts and he helps her where he can, thumbs pressing into the hollows of her hips as she pauses and he lifts his head a small amount to look at her — heavy lidded, a sheen of sweat along his skin flickering in the candlelight. But he sees the challenge in her gaze, a smirk curling along his lips as he debates rebelling here and now.

He tilts his head back into the pillows with a groan that’s both want and frustration. “I have been waiting...” He whines at first, breathless in the anticipation as his muscles clench within his torso for the expectation. “For what feels like an eternity... For this, for you.” He growls to her, thumbs pressing against the hollows of her hips again to try and keep her there, trying to press himself deeper into her if she lets him.

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He met her gaze, and smirked. That hateful, loveable cocky smile, that always made her want to slap him and kiss him, and not necessarily in that order. Maea decided that even if she didn't enjoy making him submit, just denying him what he wanted was just as good. Something rebellious came over her, flickered in the slow grin she gave him. She could feel his muscles shift beneath her, his hands demanding on her hips, trying to push her down onto him, thrust himself up into her...

But again she resisted, shifting up with his hips so that he couldn't get closer. Just hovered there, in the same spot, even though her core clenched and screamed in protest at being denied. "I'm right here," she teased, and shifted down just a little, increasing the pressure on his cock. Maea lapped at his neck with her tongue. Traced the points of the compass, tasting the sweat on him, the salt of his skin. "What are you waiting for?"

How much would it take for him to lose control? Now that was an interesting game to play... If begging and pleading didn't work... what would he do then?

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SUNJATA

the flood

with every breath and every intake
tip toe further away

She resists from his attempts, feeble as they were in the way he tried not to hurt her. But he can still feel her as if his attempts had only raised her slightly from the position — the purring tone of her voice causing him to hiss his frustration again. Her mouth is at his neck and he exposes more of it to her, a small attempt to get her distracted enough that he might be able to get his way. His hands move from her hips as she slips down onto his cock a small amount further, a shuddering groan leaving his throat as he zeroes in on her mentally as if she’s some sort of conquest. His hands trail up her backside a small amount before lowering to her thighs again.

“You temptress…” He growls to her, the burning becoming a bit more of a demand now, and he tilts his head toward her shoulder as it nears him, kissing and nipping at the skin there. “You know, I would be far more rough without you if you weren’t bruised everywhere.” He purrs playfully against her skin, tilting his head to her neck if it’s available to him. “How am I going to mark you when it all blends in?” He drags his fangs lightly against her skin with the very same playfulness as before. And then, his hands curl around the muscle of her thighs to pull them toward him a small amount, to try and take what balance she has currently away in the hopes it might drop her down onto him.

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Oh, this was fun. For all that it was torture on her too, Maea enjoyed holding out on him a lot more than she'd expected. She laughed, dark and sultry against his neck, and her teeth raked along the skin, nipping at his jugular the way he bit her shoulder. His growls hit a chord inside her, made her tingle all the way down to the belly; being a temptress wasn't bad at all if it got her these lovely responses.

"Told you, I'm not made of glass," she drawled, voice thick with lust and amusement. His teeth on her neck made her quiver, the sharpness of his fangs a dangerous temptation... perhaps he wasn't gifted with the same intoxicating bite as an Ascended, but they sure could make her weak at the knees all the same. "You think you're enough to break me? I rather doubt you can, fishboy." His hands jerked at her thighs, but Maea wasn't exactly resting her weight on them. Most of her body was pressed against his, and she just leaned herself foward onto his chest, breasts crushing against him. She laughed again, a little wicked. As if her point had just been proven.

Ever so slowly, she began to rise up, away from his cock. Relinquishing what little contact there had been, as if intending to abandon him to the torment, all on his own.

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SUNJATA

the flood

with every breath and every intake
tip toe further away

He swallows hard as she bites his neck, dragging his fangs along her skin a bit harder. She tells him she’s not made of glass and he laughs a sultry sound against her shoulder. “Is that so?” He asks, knowing she’ll regret it when the adrenaline rubs off. But for now? Now she taunts him, moves away from him and the muscles in his stomach tense as she leans against him and moves away and there is a slight feline growl that leaves him in his protest. A bit of a whine. However, if she wants to play it that way…

He pushes back against her, to roll her onto her back so he has the upper hand — still delicate but a small amount rougher right separate them momentarily. Hovering just out of reach, he nears his head to her jaw, breath heavy and thick and skin still shining with sweat. “I think I already have once tonight.” His voice remains gravelly, husky, sultry as he goes to search her gaze with a confident smirk on his face, arms planted on either side of her. “And here you are asking for more...? It’s hard to tell.” Amusement and playfulness is rampant in his voice despite it. “A shame, really.” His accent is thicker as he goes to feather lightly kiss against her jawbone, smirking as he pushes himself up to hover over her, to give her a fuller view of him as he drags a hand down her front, to her hips — and slowly moves his hand away from herself to him.

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