Don't paint wonderful lies on me that wash away
She stole glances at him. In awe of the kind of power she suddenly had over him. The Flood. The guildmaster of the Devil's Advocates. Safrin's Attuned, a rebel and a fighter, a man trained to injure and kill, with blood on his hands... and he was trembling under the light strokes of her fingers, from the mere touch of her breath ghosting over his skin. Made weak at the knees by a slip of a girl he could break as easily as snapping a twig.
Ah, he was beautiful. And Sunjata could go wherever he wanted, do whatever he wished, stay by her side or leave for months, it wouldn't change a thing. She would still be his... and he would still be hers.
Again her tongue reached out to lap at him, but this time she flattened it against his cock and dragged a long, leasurly trail along his length. Flicked her tongue over his tip, then did it again, her tongue wet and warm and aided by clever fingers. The way she had licked his chest, before he interrupted her and this whole mess began. Maea picked up where she had left off, where she had wanted to take this from the start; to worship him. Love him fully and completely, show him all the gratitude she felt for everything he had done for her.
To forget, for just a moment, that this dream of a house by the sea would not become real just yet.
He was breathing faster... but she wanted to hear his voice. And just to see what he would do... she suddenly stopped. Just held his twitching, throbbing cock in her hand, mouth hovering just over it, eyes glowing as she gazed up, up, along his beautifully sculpted body, to see his face.
Ah, he was beautiful. And Sunjata could go wherever he wanted, do whatever he wished, stay by her side or leave for months, it wouldn't change a thing. She would still be his... and he would still be hers.
Again her tongue reached out to lap at him, but this time she flattened it against his cock and dragged a long, leasurly trail along his length. Flicked her tongue over his tip, then did it again, her tongue wet and warm and aided by clever fingers. The way she had licked his chest, before he interrupted her and this whole mess began. Maea picked up where she had left off, where she had wanted to take this from the start; to worship him. Love him fully and completely, show him all the gratitude she felt for everything he had done for her.
To forget, for just a moment, that this dream of a house by the sea would not become real just yet.
He was breathing faster... but she wanted to hear his voice. And just to see what he would do... she suddenly stopped. Just held his twitching, throbbing cock in her hand, mouth hovering just over it, eyes glowing as she gazed up, up, along his beautifully sculpted body, to see his face.
