the blood you bleed is just the blood you owe

when the world turns upside down, you should blame it on me

She kisses him and he kisses her back, nipping at her lower lip and tongue tangling with hers. And the anticipation burns within him, body shifting to try and get her to commit if he can’t with his hands. But she smirks in retaliation, lifts herself up and away from him and he hisses with the hint of a whine at the lost contact.

Her wings spread wide and the feathers along his shoulders fill out as she breaks the kiss, to ask him one thing only. “Yes.” He growls to her, breath bitching as those invisible hands drift along his skin and body, shaking with the anticipation and desire. Her head lowers to his ear, and the feeling of her breath raking across it has him tilting his head back a small amount, the tips of his horns tapping against the wood of the table briefly with the movement. “Yes, I want you.” He manages after swallowing hard, restrained hands clenching above his head.

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Maea

And I hope that you don't suffer
But take the pain

It was... empowering. To see him this desperate for her. Sunjata Senzaok. The Flood. Heartbreaker extraordinaire. And he wanted her? Enough to beg, should she demand it of him... It was the kind of thing that could go to any girl's head.

Ah, but he didn't need to plead her for anything. "I want you too," she whispered back, a whine of need shining through in her voice now. Very slowly she lowered her hips down towards his, drawing in a shuddering gasp when she felt his cock press against her core. Painfully, frustratingly slow, she dragged herself over him, let him feel how wet she was, how much she needed him.

A soft groan vibrated in her throat, mouth clamping down onto his neck, teeth biting down, nipping, grazing... Then she pulled back, and did it all over again. Stroked him, grinding herself against him, her whole body shuddering and twitching with need... But she didn't pick up the pace. Her breasts dragged across his chest with the movements, her stomach flat against his, and her hair was a river of light pooling around his shoulders, whispering over his skin, over the navy feathers. Silver on blue. White on bronze. No flame, no raging fire... something altogether different.

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when the world turns upside down, you should blame it on me

Oh, she absolutely could let it get to her head, the way she can get him to falter and crumble by simply not letting him take part in all the games he prefers to play. And when she taunts him back, with the same sort of games, the same prolonging, it stirs that primal need within him that has his hands pressing back against the restraint again.

And her whine, when she tells him that she wants him too, has him trying to press his chest against hers again. “Then take me.” Comes out husky and perhaps a bit demanding — ever wanting to be the one in charge. It’s a nice change of pace, the way she can get him to writhe beneath her terribly small frame, craving to touch her skin where it stretches over bone, the hollows created with her movements.

But then she finally lowers herself to him, and his breath hitches with a growl, trying to push his hips up to her. She doesn’t let him, however, not as she drags herself along him and he can feel her warmth, her excitement for this. And he feels it too, that string growing taut again between point A to point B, wanting to release it, to bury his length deep as he can in her. His panting breaths cause his chest to press against hers with every ragged inhale as she goes to grind against him again, and he moans and growls his need for her when she bites his neck.

His back arches slightly with it, pressing back against her as his head tilts back again and his eyes close, tips of the horns dragging against the wood and leaving faint scars in their wake. But she prolongs it, and he wonders how much more crumbling she needs before he begs to feel her around him, to watch her from this position as he ignites all the love and fire that burns within her.

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Maea

And I hope that you don't suffer
But take the pain

It was the kind of theory one might apply to archery. The further back a string was pulled, the further the arrow would fly. Simple, except when tried to practice in a situation like this. Building up his need was one thing, holding back her own another. He growled at her to take him, something like demand in his voice, in the way he forced the words out... but she had to drag this out a bit longer. Until she couldn't stand it any longer, until she had to have him, or go insane.

Finally, with a sound like a whimper or a sob, she angled her hips. Paused, breath ragged and desperate, the tip of his cock pressed against her opening... and with a shuddering moan the girl pushed herself up, hands bracing on his chest as she sank down onto him. Sheathing him fully inside of her in a single smooth motion. Pausing, muscles clenching around him, Maea sough his gaze, eyes half lidded and simmering with the pleasure that surged and swelled at having him inside her.

"Sunjata..." His name rolled off her lips like a plea, a question and answer all wrapped up in one. Raising herself up, Maea sank down on him again, finally moving, rolling her hips to fit all of him as deep into her as she could. Slowly. Torturously.

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Finally, finally! She begins to move and shift to situate herself to take him, and goosebumps cross along his skin, flaring feathers along his shoulders. Her hands press against his chest as she goes to sink herself onto him, and a shudder leaves him with his racing heartbeat beneath her palms, skin slick with a sheen of sweat from this game. But she sinks down onto him, taking all of him, and he moans his pleasure to her, spine arching and hips attempting to buck before he reins himself in.

Though his hands do pull against the magical restraints as she pauses and a hiss of an exhale leaves him, shuddering and gasping. She moans his name and another shiver creeps down his spine, and she begins to move again in such a torturous, beautiful way that he can’t keep his eyes off her. His steels are heavy lidded with his desire, and he trembles beneath her touch, muscles tensing and relaxing all the same as he tries to gain control over himself. “Fok my.” He manages to growl to her, trying to grasp at some fleeting sense of ability over himself and telling her to fuck him.

He tries to buck his hips against her again, to take her by some small amount of surprise, a groan leaving his throat in his desperation to see her move more, move faster, harder. The feathers soon disappear for the bat wings, pulled taught over his muscles from where his arms are positioned, connected to his back that slips against the wood of the table, and he finds the air around him so cold that more goosebumps rise along his skin.

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Maea

And I hope that you don't suffer
But take the pain

She complied. He told her to fuck him, and bucked his hips up, thrusting deep into her, and it undid her last pretense at having control over any of this. With a soft cry her head fell back, and she came down harder on him, moved faster, hands bracing against his sweat-slick chest to support her.

Light flashed before her eyes as she took him, rode him like he had once hoped she would, burying him so deep in her body that it felt like he should have become a permanent part of herself. It was bliss, torture, wonderfully painful all at once, and yet it wasn't enough.

Skidding her hands down, Maea locked her eyes with his, and very deliberately touched her hands to the winged membranes he so kindly had offered her. And just as she raked her fingernails over the sensitive hide, she let go of the restraints around his wrists.

"Love me, Sunjata, please..." The only time she would ever say those words. The first and last time he would ever hear her beg for him, in this way.

A moment of weakness, only for him.

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when the world turns upside down, you should blame it on me

He feels her comply as he bucks his hips up to her, to meet her, to drive himself deeper with his own reckless abandon. Her head tilts back and he can feel the ghost of her hair trailing along his chest with each movement, each thrust of his hips and the way she rocks against him, the way she rides him.

His arms remain above his head and as her hands drag against his wings he’s shown her, he shudders and groans beneath the touch, unleashed once those invisible hands release his wrists. And he feels like he’s surging, a roiling storm ready to strike at any moment. And she begs him, his lips shifting into a crooked smirk despite the way he tries to capture his breath, lips parted to reveal pale fangs as he pants.

But he can surely do that. “Ek is lief vir jou.” He growls to her, either not noticing or caring he speaks in the language of his home. The words are all the same. He does love her, intends to show her just how much. So his hands find her, claws dulled on both hands but still sharp enough to inside red lines along her pale skin, the threat of danger so close. He reaches first for her hips to push her down onto him as he pushes back against her, reaching for her ass but not lingering as he drags those claws up her sides, slow and tantalizing.

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Maea

And I hope that you don't suffer
But take the pain

Relinquishing control was as satisfying as taking it. To see him reclaim power, unleash himself, and know that there was only one focus on his mind in this moment. Her. Oh, Ludo, how greedy she had become.

Words spilled from his mouth in a feral snarl in response to her plead, and she whimpered, recognized enough words by now to understand him even if it wasn't her tongue. His hands shot to her hips and brough her down hard on him, his cock thrusting deep inside her, hitting that sensitive spot with full force; Maea gasped and cried out again, head spinning as pleasure exploded through her in a white-hot surge.

Moving on him still, she moaned and writhed under the sharp claws, raking and marking her skin. It hurt but it felt so good at the same time, and she tried to lean into his touch, feel his hands burn on her.

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when the world turns upside down, you should blame it on me

That string within him grows taught again, rebounding between the game they’ve played of igniting the fire, how she’d come so close to bringing him to the edge with her mouth alone — but here, here is a different game and yet all the same. And he burns for her, the growl leaving his throat as he presses down to her hips and drives his cock deeper into her, igniting sounds from her that have his spine arching with her, his own voice vibrant for her as he adds his own in.

And he feels her lean into him, hands roaming and claws scraping up and down her sides until they shift back into his calloused and still rough fingers, one cupping at her breast and circling her nipple, the other sliding down along her skin to her hip again, pressing down once more as he thrusts up into her, aiming for that spot to show her just how much he loves her.

If only he had more hands like she did, he’d grasp for those magical wings, for the sunlight that streams in and casts her pale skin in a golden glow and leaving him in that dark navy shadow. Perhaps that’s where he belongs, perhaps he’s tempted her with sweet words and wine, perhaps he was a devil all along in the name of converting her. But he doesn’t care, doesn’t think about those titles and themes, not while he’s buried deep within her, rocking with her, mind and body and soul wrapped around by her entirely.

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Maea

And I hope that you don't suffer
But take the pain

Had she been some kind of angel, she would fall for him. Had already, and no doubt people would say she had been corrupted, played, led along by her nose by this schemer of a man, this devil in disguise. If only they knew how hard she had to fight to be allowed to stay with him. How he kept trying to push her away, only to pull her back in, and how hard it was to earn the trust he finally showed her.

Enough to be honest. Enough to ask for what he needed, and not just give what she wanted. Ah, it was such an honor. Such a priviledge to be loved by him.

So she would take everything she could now. Take and give and save all she could, and prepare for the long empty days ahead. Maea moved with him, was moved by him, swimming and drowning in pleasure as he cupped his hand over her breast, thrust deep again, handled her like no one else ever had, or would, if she had any say in it. He might not have magic hands to offer pleasure, but he certainly didn't need them; already he could light ice on fire, what more did he need?

Desperate to feel him close, as pressure mounted in her thighs, in her stomach Maea slid herself down on him. Angled her legs until she lay on top of him, her hands reaching for his hair as her mouth searched for his. Still on top, still rocking her hips but so much closer, her pale body pressed flush against his. Her moans filled the air, needy and raw, but the edge was a ways off still, and oh, if she could keep it there. Drown like this forever.

If only they could melt together completely. Then she would never have to part with him again.

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when the world turns upside down, you should blame it on me

She could take everything, could do everything in her power to leave him aching and craving more and more, and in a way — she does. How bold she’s grown in these recent figurative sheets, and how he plans on stepping away — stepping back. He shudders under the thought, the way she grinds against him, bounces with his hips that seek out that spot of hers again and again. A growl of a whine leaves his throat for her as she moves and he abandons the space his hand had held at her chest.

She lays against him, and his hand travels to join the other at her hips and ass, helping to keep her there, to push down and press himself up further. He’s tougher now, and he wonders briefly if thumbprints might be found on her hips in the morning, among the others along her neck.

But she has him burning with the way she slides against him, and he pushes back against her a small amount, lips finding hers as he pants his breaths through his nose, hoping to swallow and drown her moans with his own colored sounds as he brings himself closer and closer toward that edge, toeing it before his pace slows a small fraction, to prolong it out, to guide her hips with his hands and slowly raise her and lower her along him so they both can feel every tense second.

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Maea

And I hope that you don't suffer
But take the pain

Desperate times call for desperate measures, as they say. It's not a conscious strategy, this removal of all hesitation, this push beyond her usual limits and comforts. But perhaps it's instinctual. He was leaving, and she didn't want him to, and though she wouldn't ask him to stay in so many words, her body still conveyed the sentiment.

Stay.

His hands were demanding on her hips, fingers clamping down into her flesh, moving her as she rocked, lips locked, feeding him her pleasure like so much sweet wine. Her fingers tightened in his hair, squeezed and raked nails along his scalp, down to his neck, and she stroked the feathers on his shoulders, threading her fingers through them.

Don't go.

Maea felt the pressure mount in her, felt his breath change and knew he was close too. He changed the pace then, slowed, and she breathed in deeply. Relished this burning, this beautiful agony, how they moved together, like waves on a shore. Like the ocean and the moon, push and pull, swaying, parting, rejoining...

Her kiss deepened, lips so very tender, warm and sweet and loving. Full of the hope he had left in her, that this goodbye wouldn't be forever.

Please come back.

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when the world turns upside down, you should blame it on me

He can feel them with each passing second of the ignited tension within them, but he has to — he knows it deep down that things won’t get better for him until he does. That he’ll just use Maea to band aid the problem until he’s not sure what’s right and what’s wrong, and he can’t do that to her. He can’t, not comfortably at least.

And now that it’s been realized, he shies away from it, pushing her away under the need of space, to try and keep himself from hurting her more.

As for this? He can do this, he can show her how much he loves her with the way his body moves to her, he can tell her how much in the sound that colors his vocal chords, he can tell her in the way the kiss deepens and he lifts her and lowers her along him, deeper each time to try and get her to melt with him. The fingers that rake against his hair and feathers have him shivering once again, a shuddering as he speeds up a small amount — a fraction, pushing back against her.

He breaks it, however, to find his favorite place against her neck, trailing his hot tongue along the edge of her jaw to her ear. “Kom, lief.” He purrs to her in that rough demand, a soft and slow thrust that pushes himself further into her with all the suggestion and help he can, cock twitching again with the sensation of her. How far can the string go before it breaks?

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Maea

And I hope that you don't suffer
But take the pain

She asked him to love her, and he did. He really did, and she believed it, with all of her heart. Even if he left. Even if he chose to remove himself from her side, to clear his mind and find himself. It hurt, oh Gods, it really did... but she was so proud of him too. That he finally was looking at himself, seeing the heart of the problem that brought him into these destructive cycles, and tried to do something about it.

Would it work? Who knew. But she would wait to see if it did. Watch over him from whatever distance for as long as she could, until they found an answer. He wouldn't be alone. Maea would be a word away, a whisper, an outstretched hand. They were good at drawing lines in the sand, and at stepping over them again. They could be fine. There was still hope.

His tongue drew another line along her neck, warm and sweeet, and the soft keen it drew from her was impossibly tender, feeling the gentleness as he lingered by her neck, where he belonged. A pale hand slipped around the back of his head to keep him there, support him... and as he growled the loving command into her ear, Maea let go.

It wasn't falling. Or shattering, or breaking. Just a sweet, glowing release, like a golden wave that finally caught up, lifted her to carry her along. Her reaction wasn't as sharp as usual, but all the stronger, all the more intense... it was a whole new experience, and Maea held Sunjata close, wished him along, to feel this with him.

"I love you... "

She couldn't say it enough.

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