the blood you bleed is just the blood you owe

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.

Hope if everybody runs
You choose to stay