It's a feeling we always chase

Maea

And time it waits for no one
It heals them when you die

He shifted to accomodate her, and her breath quickened at the feel of his weight pressing down on her, the sharp fangs grazing her neck again. The kisses, the light grazes and bites made her dizzy, set her head spinning wildly in a very pleasant way, heat pooling in her lower stomach and thighs, in her breasts as she pressed them against his chest.

His voice was a quiet growl against her skin, the rush of his breath hot against her neck. He rose up more over her, pulled her hips against his, fingers slipping in beneath her underwear, and Maea whimpered softly, the hand not tangled in his hair sliding down his spine, to the small of his back. Playing with the waistband off his shorts, as her spine arched again, to grind herself against him.

"You," she answered, in a soft whimper. "I want you..."

And soon you are forgotten
A whisper within a sigh

SUNJATA

the flood

anyway, you say you're too busy
saving everybody else to save yourself

He ignites her, and she ignites that slow burn within him too – in the way she arches against him, offers more of her neck to him, the soft whimpering, and the way her hand trails down his spine. And when she arches against him again, he lifts his head to watch her face and the way she gives another whimper to him with the answer he seeks. And that smirk crosses his face again, the thumb hooked into her clothes pulling down slightly before he presses his hips against hers in another temptation, another tease of a sort, showing her just how much he wants her too.

But he nears her head again, pressing a kiss to the shell of her ear. “I want you too.” He tells her quietly, voice rough and eyes already smoldering silver when he pulls away to press his lips against hers again, his other hand lifting to the underclothes that cover her chest from him, trailing his fingernails along her side until he reaches it and slips under to palm at her breast. Breath hitching ever so slightly with the feeling as he begins to grow more possessive, more demanding in his kiss – though a part of it still remains somewhat tentative.

and you don't want no help, oh well
that's the story to tell

Maea

And time it waits for no one
It heals them when you die

She could feel him, against her core, when he ground his hips against her. He was hard, and his whisper in her ear confirmed what he'd already shown. He wanted her too. If there had been any lingering doubts in her mind, they melted away at that, with the rush of hot breath in her ear, and the way he shifted her clothes. Pushing down the cloth from her hips, sneaking a hand beneath the chest cover.

His mouth was hungrier now, more demanding, and it made her stomach thrill with anticipation. She returned the kiss without hesitation, willing, so willing to let him taste her, touch her. With a soft moan of approval she felt him take her breast into his hand, breathed in deeper so it could fill his palm even more. The nipple was a stiff peak under his touch, more goosebumps rising over the soft, creamy white skin.

Maea broke the contact with his mouth with a slight nip to his lower lip, let her lips trail soft kisses over his cheek, to his neck. "How do you want me?" she asked softly, lips warm and tender against the skin beneath his ear. A quiet permission to do anything, an offer... she could be whatever he wanted tonight. His, however he preferred.

And soon you are forgotten
A whisper within a sigh

SUNJATA

the flood

anyway, you say you're too busy
saving everybody else to save yourself

It’s almost as if she becomes clay beneath his hands, the way his lips travel along her skin and her lips, the way she could be molded against him to fit perfectly. He hums his quiet approval at the way she arches against his hand, filling his palm up more and his thumb brushes out to flick at the nipple peaked there. She nips at his lower lip and another quiet hum leaves him, some hint amusement, tilting his head away from her to give her room against his cheek, neck, ear.

Her voice is an offering, a purr, an option. And he thinks about it briefly while the thumb that’s hooked into her underwear pulls them down further, shifting to slip them from her legs. But he nears her again, pressing his hips against her once more, grinding how hard he is as he kisses her neck lightly, a smirk crossing his face when the thought hits.

“I want you to make it up to me.” He growls to her, nipping at her neck before pulling away with a smug smirk along his face, pawing at her breast again. If she wants to make it up to him, now’s her chance, her permission to show him just how much she wanted him.

and you don't want no help, oh well
that's the story to tell

Maea

And time it waits for no one
It heals them when you die

He took his time to answer, and stalled for time by removing her underwear. It made her breath hitch, to be laid bare like that, especially when he was still covered. Exposed, made vulnerable... as if she wasn't prepared to give him everything already. The feeling of his stiff limb pressing against her with so little fabric to separate them was nothing short but agony, and she moaned again, his mouth playing, toying with her neck. Nipping, teasing... then he withdrew, with possibly the greediest smirk she'd seen on his face so far.

His hand on her breast made it hard to think properly. Make it up to him? Oh, she would love nothing better, but how? For a moment, she laid there, non-plussed. Her hands stroking his back in thoughtful circles. And then... ah, of course. The best way, the only way to really show how sorry she was, how much she wanted him. So with a soft hum, she draped her arms around his neck and eased herself up a little, so she could kiss his cheek with warm, gentle lips.

"As you wish," she almost purred. And as she pushed herself up against him, Maea turned and rolled, tried to make him move with her, push him over and down onto his back. It was her turn to hover over him now, supported on both hands with her knees parting to straddle him as she leaned down. Her mouth found his neck again, and kissed it lingering, teeth grazing the skin lightly at first, then more intently. Only when she'd properly marked him did she move, to kiss and nip her way slowly down his neck, to the chest.

And then she eased herself down over him, her hips pressing down onto his crotch. Her breath hitched at feeling his cock press against her... she couldn't help but grind against him a little, but that wasn't the true point. She simply paused to raise her arms to the clothing covering her chest. Slowly, with every intent of letting him watch, Maea began to remove it, her gaze fixed on his face. To see his reaction as she with lingering gestures uncovered herself.

And soon you are forgotten
A whisper within a sigh

SUNJATA

the flood

anyway, you say you're too busy
saving everybody else to save yourself

He gives her time to think, looking down at her with that same smoldering gleam to his gaze, focused intently on her. But she thinks up something, reaches up to drape those arms around him and his hand abandons her chest to support her back as she does it. But then she’s turning, and he hums in quiet appreciation, letting her push him over onto his back to where she can slip on top of him.

Her lips and teeth find his neck, and he tilts his head away from her to give her more room to nip and mark, a quiet growl leaving his lips breathlessly, until she pulls away and slightly grinds against him. But she hasn’t quite released him fully yet, and a part of that frustration is evident in the way he presses his hips a fraction toward her, hands moving to her legs and stroking the outsides of her thighs gently.

There’s almost a predatory gleam to his gaze as he watches her remove the rest of the fabric from herself. He strokes along her legs idly, pausing to give her time to do what it is she’s chosen to, to make it up to him, a playful smirk crossing his face. He says nothing and does very little, watchful and waiting.

and you don't want no help, oh well
that's the story to tell

Maea

And time it waits for no one
It heals them when you die

She could almost feel his gaze on her, as tangible as the hands stroking her legs. But he didn't say anything, didn't do anything else either. Just watched, and waited. And with racing heart, Maea pulled the clothing from her chest, up over the head, let him get a full view of her breasts as they sprung free from the cloth. In a slow, luxurious stretch that pulled skin taught over a flat stomach and ribs that perhaps showed a little too clearly she brought her arms over her head, freeing them from the clothing one at a time...

She let it drop to the floor beside the bed without a care, her attention focused solely on Sunjata's eyes, on his smirking lips. Smiling back, she dragged teeth over her own lower lip, suggestive, hungry... ah, she wanted to kiss him so badly. But this wasn't about her, and she had done enough kissing for a while. On his mouth, at least.

White hair flowed a silver river around her face as Maea lowered herself back down, a hand coming up to caress his body, play with the hair on his chest before trailing down to his stomach. She rolled her hips slowly over his crotch, before easing off, to back down, lean in and brush her lips over the beautifully defined abs. A pink tongue poked out to lick at the bronzed skin, so dark against her own... and as her hands came to rest on his hips, Maea moved her mouth down.

Thumbs hooked under the waistband of his shorts, eased them down slowly, teasingly, until his hard cock sprang free, and she could push them off his legs. Her breath was a little ragged as her gaze lowered to take in the full splendor of him, the scent of his want a heady musk that went straight to her head. Light hands eased in over his hips, and with a slow smile the pale girl brushed a ghosting finger up along the tender skin of his length, eyes flitting up to see his reaction.

And soon you are forgotten
A whisper within a sigh

SUNJATA

the flood

anyway, you say you're too busy
saving everybody else to save yourself

He watches her, watches the way she seems to put on a show for him. His gaze grows a small amount more shadowed with the hunger within him, burning and brimming with delight at the way she stretches, the way she bites along her lower lip. And then she curls along him again, lowering to his chest and going further down, hips rolling over him with a quiet hum that slips from his throat to that.

And the further down she goes, the higher his hands trail along her skin. Bronze hands stark against her pale skin, always appreciating the differences here. So he leans back a small amount into the pillow, hands finding their way to her hair to run his fingers through and tangle them within the pale strands when he realizes what she’s seeking to do. And who is he to complain?

He makes it relatively easy to remove the last bit of fabric that keeps him from her, and he watches when she finally settles, a ghost-like touch against his length that has him shuddering slightly, head tilting back into the pillows, hand tightening and tugging lightly in her hair with his reaction. A shuddering sigh leaves him, but he settles and resists the urge to try and entice her more.

Still, he can’t help the way his smoldering gaze flits to her lips.

and you don't want no help, oh well
that's the story to tell

Maea

And time it waits for no one
It heals them when you die

Oh, she had his attention now. Not that it had wavered much, but it seemed any distracting thoughts had been pushed from his mind for now. Which was exactly what Maea wanted. His whole focus, intense and brewing like a storm gathering on the horizon, contained within the silvered steel of his gaze... Just meeting his eyes made her shudder.

She could tease and torment here for however long, Maea knew that. His hands were still on her body all the time as she moved down over him, and lingered equally passive in her hair, only tightening when she touched his length, the shudder and the way he settled deeper into the pillows showing that he was content to let her take the lead for a while. But unlike the other times she had played with him, Sunjata's hands were not tied. She had used no magic on him to control him this time, and Maea had no intention of doing so either, as she stroked him again, adding more fingers to close them around his cock. She had abused her powers with him once, and would never do so again.

She settled herself between his legs, stroking his stomach with one hand while the other began to move around him, her grip gentle but firm. He was tired, and she was too, and this was no time for playing. His gaze, the way it flitted to her mouth, showed well enough what he wanted, and Maea was happy to oblige. Sighing softly, excitement coiling through her own body, she let her head come down until her lips touched the swollen head, kissing it softly. Then kissed it again, her tongue flicking over it, to taste him, savor the silken softness of the tender skin. And when she couldn't resist anymore, Maea let the lips part wider, lowering herself down over him, taking him into her mouth with a soft moan of relish.

And soon you are forgotten
A whisper within a sigh

SUNJATA

the flood

anyway, you say you're too busy
saving everybody else to save yourself

He wonders if she’ll drag this out, wonders if she’ll try to make him cave and give in, when he’d asked her to make it up to him. The tension and sensation were torture enough — how long had it been? It feels like forever. But she doesn’t, not as he loosens the fist a small amount in her hair, thumb stroking her temple as he watches her once he’s recovered, anticipating, waiting, brimming with electricity.

Her free hand finds his stomach and the V of his abdomen, muscles there twitching lightly beneath her touch. And then, with another shuddering sensation, he can feel her lips on him, soft kisses and yet still not quite what he wants. But it doesn’t take long for her to dive in, and he can’t help the growl that leaves him when she does — feeling the soft flick of her tongue before her lips are around his cock and lowering further. He twitches when he feels the hum of her moan vibrate against him, shuddering with the feeling.

His hand tightens in her hair again, the other finding its place fisted in the blankets, head tilting back a small amount more. She could drive him wild like this, the softness of her mouth on him, the way she dives straight into it. His hips shift a small amount unconsciously, slowly pressing up towards her, wanting and needing more. Wanting to do more to her too.

and you don't want no help, oh well
that's the story to tell

Maea

And time it waits for no one
It heals them when you die

She relished the feel of him in her mouth. The heat, the hard, throbbing tension, the salty taste that permeated all of her senses, overwhelming everything else. His response was wonderful, the growl emitted from his throat a physical thing traveling down her spine. His hips bucked, driving his cock deeper into her mouth, and Maea let it happen, took in as much of him as she could bear before easing up again, tongue stroking the underside of his length all the way to the tip.

There, she paused for a breath, looked up to watch him, see what kind of pleasure she drew from him... and then she plunged down again, setting a steady, enticing rhythm. Slow, insistent, unrelenting. Her free hand kept stroking his, moved down over his hip to the thigh, nails raking lightly across his skin.

There was so much she wanted to do. Touch him, taste him, lick and poke and prod and see just what kind of reactions she could coax out of him... it still amazed her how such a big man could let himself be controlled by a slip of a girl like herself, and yet here she was. Curled up like a cat over him, with only her mouth and hands on his body... and still he was all about ready to beg, just for a little more.

And soon you are forgotten
A whisper within a sigh

SUNJATA

the flood

anyway, you say you're too busy
saving everybody else to save yourself

She takes more of him, deeper and his breath hitches as it begins to pick up. That burning sensation in his lower back and gut growing more insistent with the way her tongue strokes and presses against his shaft, moving upward in what seems like partial prolonged torture. But it’s wonderful, too, and when she pauses to look at him, she’ll find his head still tilted back in the pillows, leaving her actions somewhat of a surprise to him.

His chest rises and falls with the sensation, the way he begins to pant slightly. But then she goes down on him again and he burns with it, goosebumps igniting and blossoming beneath the trail of her fingers, cock twitching as she picks up a steady rhythm that he has to fight himself against. The hand within her hair shifts a small amount, dull enough claws that poke out and scratch along her shoulder and neck softly.

And he realizes, like he always does, that he wants more of her. To devour her too, in whatever way he can. For now? He’s told her to make it up to him, and so far she has been as evidenced by the groans that leave his lips, the way she manages to get is back to arch slightly, hips shifting up toward her and yet pulling away all the same — unable to stop himself despite how hard he tries.

and you don't want no help, oh well
that's the story to tell

Maea

And time it waits for no one
It heals them when you die

She had wanted to do this to him for so long. To worship him, the way he had done to her. To give him all her attention, all her focus, all her love, because this wasn't just sex to Maea. It was a rite, an act of devotion, of ultimate trust. To leave herself vulnerabe, naked and kneeling between his legs. To cast aside the pretentious, prude, good-girl facade and show him who she really was... because he seemed to want to see it. Seemed to be able to handle it.

So when he told her to make up for her crimes against him, she did it by giving him the only truly precious thing she had. Herself. Her mouth, to devour him with, her hands to stroke his skin, to slip down between his legs and rake the inside of his thighs with nails that didn't feel sharp enough. As she devoured him, her mouth grew hungrier, greedier, relishing the way he began to writhe under her. His voice, how his hands fisted in her hair, running claws over her scalp that were just on the right side of painful, so good it made her moan around him.

Maea sucked on his cock to bring it deeper down her throat, to close her mouth tighter around it, and when he thrust up, hesitating, undecided, her hands moved again. Reached up under him, to cup his ass in greedy hands and lift him up... and she didn't use magic, just the leverage of elbows braced against the bed to hold him there, as she kept feasting on him.

She had no intention of stopping.

And soon you are forgotten
A whisper within a sigh

SUNJATA

the flood

anyway, you say you're too busy
saving everybody else to save yourself

He can handle her, in whatever way she wants to be handled. But right now she has him fitted in the palm of her hand, the strokes and squeeze of it with the pairing of her lips around his cock. And it sparks more of those sounds from this lips, steel eyes shut to fully appreciate the feeling of her and silky pale hair sifting through his fingers, claws stroking and pressing against her scalp and neck, faint lines left behind.

And she moans again, causing one to leave him as well, feeling her lips vibrate against him again with a shuddering sensation trailing down his spine. And she takes him deeper then, lifting his hips, hands at his ass and he tries to make it easier for her — because he knows he’s heavy, that it’s likely not easy for her to support him. So he stills when she grows hungrier, cock throbbing against her actions. And if she’s not careful, she’s likely going to get quite the surprise.

So he tries to hold off, tugging and pulling at her hair, chin tilting down to focus his swimming gaze onto her. A quiet tug to try and get her to move upward, wanting to sink himself deep into her and hear the sounds he knows he can get from her. Half the fun for him was her enjoyment, after all.

and you don't want no help, oh well
that's the story to tell