It's a feeling we always chase

Maea

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

It was wonderful. Intoxicating, the kind of taste to come back for. But his hands urged her to look up, to meet his eyes, swimming with lust, with pleasure - and gods, he was beautiful like this. Thing was though, Maea wanted to let him finish like this. Wanted to know what it would be like, to truly be flooded by him. She wasn't that naive anymore, that she didn't know what would happen if she kept going.

But she'd promised to do this for him, right? To do whatever he wanted. So reluctantly, very reluctantly, she slowed down. Let her trembling, quivering arms set him down onto the bed again, and with a final, lingering caress of lips and tongue, she released him. Licked her lips, and followed the urging of his hands in her hair, to come to him. On hands and knees Maea crawled up over him, her own body aching with need but wanting to pleasure him more...

When her eyes finally were level with his, she smiled, soft and sweet. Then leaned down, mouth pausing half a breath from his lips. Again asking permission, giving the same... ah, she was his. He could do what he wanted.

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’d have no problem with it, were the circumstances different. But as of right now? He wanted to drown in her too, in her warmth and her body, the way her pale eyes devour him with the very same hunger she’d shown with her mouth around his cock. And it seems, despite the reluctance, she moves up regardless. Setting his hips back along the bed and he shifts a bit more comfortably, the hand in her hair remaining and tightening when she gets near his lips, a breath away.

And ah, he realizes she’s asking permission to kiss him again. So he breaks the distance, lips finding her own, lifting his torso against hers a small amount and trying to push back in the bed until his back reaches the headboard for the added support. Only then does he break the kiss, going for her neck, tugging at her hair to expose more of the moon white skin to him as his warm breath rakes within his panting against her.

But he pauses enough, kissing tenderly to her neck to still give her time to play and taunt if she wished to, giving her the permission required to tease him all she wanted so long as it resulted with him inside her.

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'd half expected him to just claim her then and there, take what was offered and finish this quickly, in a rush of hot breath and greedy hands. But no. His mouth crushed against her with enough hunger to stoke the flames smoldering in her, and the way he eased his chest against hers spoke of need, of lust... but when he broke off the kiss to take her neck with his mouth, it was with startling gentleness. Not the sharp, deep nips and bites she had expected. With a jerk of her head, Maea tossed the long hair out of the way, gave him access to her neck all he wanted... her breath shuddering to feel his agitated panting rush over her skin.

Not yet, then? Fine by her.

Once he was settled in, she let her arms give in, slowly, lowering herself down to lie on top of him. Chest against chest, stomach to stomach, her body stretched out luxuriously to fit against his. Her arms snaked up to wrap around his neck, her face nuzzling into his collarbone. Almost cozy, as if she was content to stay like this.

But her hips, oh, they moved. And her breath hitched as she felt his hard, damp cock against her core. Rolling her lower back and hips, she ground herself against him, slowly, taunting, rubbing her warm, wet folds over him to keep the tension up. The friction against her neglected clit made Maea whimper, soft shudders wrecking through her body.

"I want you so bad," she murmured, in a sultry rush of hot breath against his neck.

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 settles, body laying along his to where he can feel her chest against him with each rise and fall of his breath. And while that might be distracting, it wasn’t too distracting, not with how she moves her hips against him. And he gives her all the attention he can, kissing and nipping and biting along her neck — soft kisses to take the hurt away.

And his own hips move against her as well, shifting enough to press himself against her clit and then gone again, slow luxurious strokes to try and get more sounds from her. More than just the whimpers, however delightful they may be. He wants her throbbing with want, just as he is, wet and ready to take all of him. But just like her, he wants to play a small amount too.

So when she speaks, he pulls back from her a small amount, nose brushing by her cheek as he withdraws with that hidden smirk along his face, rolling his hips to stroke along her again in taunting slowness. “How bad?” He hums to her breathlessly, dragging his clawed fingertips down her sides to her hips, curling and stroking toward her ass to help her roll against 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

She loved being bitten. Maea was never sure if it was because he had conditioned her to like it from the start, to associate the graze of his teeth with sunshine and hot air, with gentle hands and the sweet, terrifying pleasure it all coaxed from a body too long starved of attention. Or if it simply was a kink she'd always had, that he'd just hit the jackpot on. Regardless, there was something about the sensation of teeth closing around her flesh, of his mouth, soft and wet and warm to offset the sometimes sharp pain... it didn't take much for her thoughts to go drifting, for her breath to catch and pick up. Sometimes she almost wished he had those Ascended fangs, that he could bury his teeth deep into her neck and drink from her, feast in an entirely different way... and she wouldn't even mind if it hurt.

His attention to her neck alone was enough to drive Maea halfway out of her mind, and when he teased her with grinding back against her core, his cock sliding along the damp folds, between them, to rub against the bundle of nerves, it was impossible not to react. Her spine arched to push her hips harder down on him, her fingers sliding up to tangle in his hair. The slow, teasing strokes drew a moan from her, muffled against his skin, and then another, more coming until it was a continuous sound vibrating on every breath. Not because she knew he wanted to hear it, but because she couldn't stop.

"More than anything," she panted, breath hitching when she felt his hands move down over her sides, towards her ass. Her arms tightened around his neck, used the grip to grind not just her hips but her entire body against his, desperate to feel more, using him to pleasure herself as best she could. Her soft, full breasts squeezed tight into his chest, stomach flush to his... Then her teeth clamped down on the soft skin just over his collarbone, nipping, licking the hurt better, her own teeth itching to clamp down, to bite and hold and never let go.

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

Part of him wishes he had Ascended fangs too – but alas, this would have to do. And it seems as though it’s nearly good enough, pair that with the way he presses himself against her and her spine arches, hips pressing against his cock harder, her fingers tangling in the dark curls of his hair. And he continues their idle lazy strokes, amused immensely by the way she nearly sings her pleasure to him. It was exactly what he wanted, head tilting up a small amount against her hands that tangle, hands finding her ass and dragging along her hips.

“Mmh, good.” He growls to her, her arms tightening, body sliding against his in such a way that he can feel every inch of her movement. And when she begins to grind herself against him – all of him, he nearly purrs with the electricity it sparks within him. But he can’t give into her just yet, even as she bites and latches onto his neck, over his collarbone that elicits a quiet resounding groan from his throat.

He uses the leverage he has to help her slide against him, to feel the way her breasts drag against his chest, the way he continues the slight bounce and stroke of his cock against her folds, pressing harder against her clit to try and get her to go wild with her desire. He wonders if she craves the absence of him inside her, knowing he craves being there just as much. But for right now? He wonders how close to the edge he can get her, wondering if perhaps he can drive her right toward it in time for him to delve into his own wishes and feel her collapse around him again.

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 had awakened a terrible hunger in her, with that not-so-innocent kiss a warm summer day. She had been craving more ever since, and somehow it never settled, even as he kept giving her more kisses, more lingering touches, lighting and banking a fire that never quite stopped burning. Even in the midst of their arguments, even when she was angry enough to hurt him, when she lay curled up and cold in a snow land får away, she still hungered for him. And not just his body, though that was all on her mind at the moment, but for him. All of him, thoughts and heart and soul... If she could, Maea would take it all Into herself, hold him close enough that the borders between him and her began to blur, forming one perfect unity that was never separate and saw nothing else. Was this some legacy of Rae? Or just the twisted obsession of a girl thrust headlong into her first love?

It didn't matter. His hands were dragging her harder and closer to him. Helping her, so that the friction of skin on skin became everything she could think of. The closest thing to that perfect unity she could imagine... except she was hollow and aching, unfulfilled, without his cock inside her or his tongue in her mouth. Maea wanted both, wanted it all, and never wanted this to end.

The tone of her voice began to change, as pleasure staggered, built, pooling in her thighs where they pressed against his. "I wanted you, all this time," she moaned, a breathy confession when she forgot where thoughts ended and words began. "On the beach, along the way here, every... second since we... came here..."

Maea turned her head to look at him. Her face was flushed, lips swollen and red, eyes dark and hazywith pleasure, with lust for him.

"I wanted you to take me.. to fuck me... Sunjata, please.. please fuck me..."

She couldn't stand it any more, the wait, the ache. Maea angled her hips, tried to shift to position him against her opening, so he couldn't avoid slipping inside next time he rolled his hips again.

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 the edge to her voice is desperation, that burning desire to have him inside her, doing whatever she can to make him cave. It’s a nice touch, has that feeling of him being in control again that he so desperately craves, and he continues those strokes while she speaks in ragged breaths, moans that sound like music to his ears. “Did you..?” He hums, breathless, clawed hands along her ass to continue to slide her along him, a smirk crossing his face.

And when she looks to him, he meets her own shadowed lustful gaze with his own, chin tilting back a small amount, strokes growing a bit slower as she pleads for him to fuck her. Ah, but not quite yet. And still she manages to shift her hips to where he slips into her with a small shuddering growl — surprised and tending with the feeling of her warmth around him. But again, he’s not quite ready to give into her demands just yet. And so he lifts her, albeit reluctantly, pressing against her chest a small amount as his head nears hers.

“You have to let me.” He tells her, voice hoarse and sultry, burning as he taunts her a small amount more to prove she isn’t going to get what she wants by taking control of it, pressing her hips down to slip just the tip of his cock into her, preventing her from trying to push down to take all of him. A fanged smirk crosses his face as he watches her face for her reaction as he slips out briefly again. “Are you going to let me fuck you Maea?” His head tilts a small amount, wanting to hear her say it. And when she does, only then will he give into her.

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

Her focus was all on the path his cock took along her lower body, tense anticipation followed by a thrill of elation, of terrible hungry need when she felt him slip inside. She gasped at the feeling of it, moaned and tried to shift back to sheathe him in, but his hands shifted and he pulled out again, lifted her hips so the couldn't do what she wanted. He said she had to let him fuck her, yet he was the one who kept her from moving, and she whimpered in protest, aching.

He slipped the tip of his cock inside again, just enough to keep her insanely aware of how not enough it was, and her breaths were so harsh and heavy now that they resembled sobs. He denied her, asked if she would let him, and she didn't know what he wanted, how to let him fuck her more than she already was?

"Yes, yes!" she sobbed, panting, wild with want... again she tried to shift, but his grip kept her from moving. Ah, it was torture!

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 seems to get it now, that he doesn’t want her to begin it on her own. And when her voice colors the air again, his head nears hers once more, kissing and biting along her neck in his quiet appreciation. But his grip was strong, and after a few moments of waiting, to give her the surprise of it, only then does he move his hands along her skin, claws scraping lightly against pale flesh to push her down onto him, sinking him into her with a shuddering growl that vibrates against her neck where he bites to latch on, hips pressing upward to get as far as he can.

He pulls his head away then, tilting it back to watch her as he goes to lift her again, breath hitching with the sensation, steel eyes dark and shadowed as he thrusts back toward her, dropping her down onto him again. He wants to hear just how much she’d missed him, how much she craved him, that ego of his elated by the way she has reacted so far — unsure if he’s ever quite seen her this out of her mind, but appreciating it all the same.

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 held out on her until Maea feared he wouldn't give her anything at all, and she was about to collapse onto him, sink limp and boneless to his chest and just give up. But his mouth was still at her neck, biting and biting, and it was hopeless to forget the burning, the throbbing, the aching need it spawned in her.

And then finally he seemed to have grown tired of toying with her - or she'd somehow given him what he wanted without understanding it - but his hands moved, claws digging into pale flesh as he pushed her down and thrust himself up and filled. her. completely. He growled and latched on to her neck, and Maea shuddered, gasped, then cried out when the surge of pleasure crashed over her. Her spine arched, internal muscles clenching tight around him. She pushed herself back as far as she could in his grasp, to help fit him fully into her... and then he lifted her up again, thrust back in, the slow, meticulous intent enough to drive her far away from anything resembling restraint.

She didn't really know what she was saying anymore, but words poured over her lips all the same. Jumbled, garbled, pleading and moaning his name, begging for more, to go faster, harder... one resounding 'fuck yes!' of approval. She bent her head around, tried to reach his neck while his mouth remained latched to hers, to bite down on him the same way. Her teeth itching for resistance, nails scraping down his scalp... and already that pressure was pooling in her abdomen, threatening to make this a very quick affair indeed.

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 hear her voice loud and bright as he lowers her down into him, biting onto her neck as he pushes her down, releasing his bite to her neck when she pushes herself back to take all of him. The sensation is one that covers all of his senses, acutely aware of the way she shudders and he thrusts back into her. And she becomes unleashed in a sense, like he had become when she’d brushed ghostlike hands over the edge of membrane of his bat wing shift.

Right now, all he has is the partially shifted fangs, the horns that part from his hair from beneath where her nails had just scraped and raked down his scalp. But he gives into her regardless, head tilting back when she seeks out his own neck – letting her latch on and bite as he continues to use the leverage he has to lift her up and push her down, hips moving with the movement he gives with his hands to drive him deeper. Sweat shines along his skin in the dim candle light, turning bronze to a golden flickering flame while one hand abandons the task of lifting her, letting her take the reins in helping him fuck her, dragging those claws along her side and back, tangling in her hair to pull at it and aim to arch her back.

All while his hips keep moving, growls slipping from his throat, trying to near his head to her chest to leave lingering marks along her collarbone and breasts – to kiss and bite and taunt with the trace of his tongue to seek her nipple.

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 was oh, so willing to help, to take the weight of herself back and settle it on trembling legs, to brace herself against his chest and move. His hand, the fingers cupping her ass, set the pace and while it was tempting to try and increase it, to go faster, Maea feared he would break this all off again if she tried. So she fit her smoldering pyre to burn as his will dictated, her body bending and twisting to accommodate him - the only man she would willingly submit to - and the long, white tresses spilled a moonlight waterfall down her back and shoulders as she arched her spine, helped him find her breast. His mouth was hot against her skin, but for once Maea was warm to the touch, her own hide glistening with a thin sheen of sweat, silver to his bronze.

Yet he was the light in her darkness. A sliver of starlight in a world full of shadows, whether he knew it or not. Whether he ever cared to admit it or not. He had brought life to her death, and here she gave all of it to him, in the sound of her voice as it filled the air of the room, in the coil and release of wiry muscles, dancer-sleek and agile, built to endure.

His tongue found the stiff peak of her nipple and as she growled a hoarse approval, Maea tried to push herself both towards his mouth and further onto his cock at the same time, torn and rent by the dual pleasures. Raking her hand through his hair again, she found the horns sprouted from his head, and she clasped on of them, tried to tug him gently down, to better reach the soft curve of her breast, bouncing seductively as she sheathed him in herself, over and over again.

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’s not as cold as she typically is, but he can taste the salt on her skin as she arches and her breast presses against him again. And he continues to let her take the lead on it, bouncing in a rhythm that picks up speed the moment she growls her approval. And he partially shifts his tongue to be a small amount rougher, toying with one nipple before slipping away to the other as she takes a hold of his horn and pulls him in closer.

The hand that helps lift her abandons its help there as well, drifting to her other breast, hand shifting back into his normal calloused fingers to give both of them equal attention – hips bucking into hers again and again. His other hand moves toward her legs, pulling them closer to him to give her a bit more room to lift herself and bring herself down upon him, while he savors every second of contact with her clenched muscles, the way she picks up a quiet distracting bounce.

And he abandons that too, both hands moving to her breasts now as he leans back, smoldering steel lidded heavily to watch her atop him, hips shifting a small amount but having to slow a small amount with the exertion he’s given her paired with how exhausted he was to start with, rough pants and growls leaving his throat as the tips of his horns clack against the back of the wooden headboard. He’s had his fun, the adrenaline leaving in small waves while the tightness in his stomach grows, giving her all the time to pick up where he leaves off – giving her the permission she might need to have her fun too.

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