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RE: the blood you bleed is just the blood you owe - Sunjata - 03-02-2020
It’s incredibly effective. And somewhere deep down he’s proud of her for trying it out – for doing something new, for taking the reins when he so typically chose to be in charge. He didn’t mind not being in charge in this regard, not when she was playing with him so effectively. Her breaths are warm and just enough of a pressure to cause his length to twitch within her hand, within the touch of her lips and tongue.
Gods she really was going to make him weak.
The dragging and touching in different parts ignite some small part of surprise and a further gasp when she cups his balls, and he wants nothing more than to devour her whole with the temptation she ignites in him, the fire burning in his gut. He can’t help the slight shift of his hips toward her again, the way his dulled claws tug at her hair – all unintentional but given toward that primal piece of him as he vibrates and buzzes beneath her touch and her tongue.
And still, she lets her figure it out, because this is her game now – and the wood beneath his other hand groans as his legs tremble, as he can’t help the heavier pace of his breath, the way his head tilts back ever so slightly to keep it more of a surprise.
RE: the blood you bleed is just the blood you owe - Maea - 03-02-2020
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.
RE: the blood you bleed is just the blood you owe - Sunjata - 03-02-2020
A flush overcomes his body then, creeping up from over his shoulders to the back of his neck, to the edges of his cheeks. She has him, in both body and soul right now, every bad part and every good part burning and thriving beneath her tongue, beneath her touch. And he trembles from the way she presses her flattened tongue against him, stroking and playing as he had done for her, shuddering and twitching when she reaches the tip. And again when she does it all over again.
He’s burning and with each stroke of her tongue and hand it has him groaning, unhindered by her lips or her skin to block him out. No, the sounds that color his voice are only for her — vibrant and deep and husky with the way she brings them out of him.
And when she stops, his fingers clutch the wood of the table a bit harder, claws piercing through the wood and splintering it ever so slightly. And he manages to ground himself enough to tilt his head back up, to look down at her with a glaze to his steel gaze, to see the flush of her pale skin and the way she kneels before him as if she’s reciting a prayer. She’s stunning, and this is a view he could see forever — her before him.
And a feline smirk crosses his face, hips shifting in an attempt to get her to commit, but he can’t get over the view of her — caught in between wanting to see her take him in her mouth, between those swollen lips and driving him wild, or simply watching and waiting in anticipation. His cock twitches with waiting, and there’s the faint hint of a whine that slips from his throat — wanting to watch her make her move. “[say]You are beautiful.[/say]” He whispers.
RE: the blood you bleed is just the blood you owe - Maea - 03-02-2020
She could watch him forever. Flushed, tense and relaxed at the same time. Surrendered, in a way, without ever actually giving up any power. Maea didn't like it when he begged. Not her, not anyone, not for anything. His were not knees meant to bend. His was not a back built to break. He might have rejected the throne they had tried to put him on, tossed aside any pretentions for power, but that did not mean he wasn't suited to wear it, wield it. If he ever picked up a banner of his own free will, she had no doubt he would be followed. And she would be first in line, right at his back. To watch it for him, and support him, if he ever felt like leaning on someone for a while.
He called her beautiful, smirking down while his hips bucked, trying to coax more out of her. Maea smiled back at him, loving, warm, worshiping. [say]"I love you... Let me show you how much."[/say]
And for the kind words sunjata offered, she gave him what he wanted. Locking her gaze with his, she brought her lips down. Kissed the tip of his cock for a long, lingering moment. Let her tongue poke out, shockingly pink against the paleness of her skin, to circle the head, taste his desire, until her own breath was coming quicker in anticipation.
Only then did she let herself slide down, lips parting as she slowly, gently, took him into her mouth. Down, down, until she held as much of him as she could take, without gagging. Then she paused again, rubbing her tongue against his shaft, shuddering at the audacity of what she was doing... and slowly she began to move. To pleasure him, with her mouth, and a small hand to cover what parts of him she just couldn't fit.
RE: the blood you bleed is just the blood you owe - Sunjata - 03-02-2020
Another confession of love that has him both burning and dimmed, but he gives into it anyway. As if it’s a way of her saying ‘look at what you’ll miss’ and gods does he want to keep this moment going forever. He can’t, but for the time that it’s here he dives fully in, head first to drown. And she gives in to his quiet whine, feline smirk shifting a small amount in the predatory need of desire as their eyes lock and she watches him and he watches her.
Though it’s likely far more interesting for Maea to see how this makes him react.
And he reacts with his own shuddering, his own trembling, as she runs her tongue along him before giving in. And he watches it all, one hand gripping the table to support himself and the other fisted in her hair as she begins to take him. She’s slow and gentle, and tremors lie in the wake of her. But as she rubs her tongue along him and begins to pleasure him, he can’t quite tell what her shudder comes from — all he knows is that his gaze narrows on her in the haze of his desire, legs trembling ever so slightly as he leans back a small amount to give her more room, breath hitching as a moan leaves him for her, unhindered by the usual culprits.
She lays him bare, his sounds for her and her alone, and she could pull any of them out of him. He tries to ground himself a bit more, ending up leaning on the arm on the table a bit more.
RE: the blood you bleed is just the blood you owe - Maea - 03-02-2020
Maea did not intend to make him feel guilty. Not really. No doubt her tears already accomplished that, and she knew somewhere that he was not likely to forget that she had cried because of him. Or forgive himself for it, even if she did. This wasn't about her, not about the pain or the rough times to come.
It was all about him, and a simple desire to make him happy. Feel good. If only for a little while. And it seemed her intentions panned out, if his reaction was any indication. His voice filled the air, and it thrilled her to hear it. Rather unusual, but all the more lovely for it. She could feel his knees quiver, stance adjusting to keep him upright, but clearly there were some difficulties with that...
Maea hummed her approval, the slight vibration of her voice spreading through the hollow of her mouth. Her free hand stroked the inside of his thigh, nails scraping lightly over the tender skin, snagging on a scar, but kept going, not lingering on where it came from. Even if she could guess, it didn't matter. She couldn't bring herself to care.
Gradually, her pace began to pick up as she grew more sure, more comfortable with what she was doing. Her tongue kept stroking his length as she moved her mouth over it, the taste of him flooding all her senses. Rubbing his balls with the one hand, she paused at the tip of his cock, then sucked him back in, scraping her teeth lightly over it on the way down. His hand in her hair was tight, encouraging... as if she needed it.
RE: the blood you bleed is just the blood you owe - Sunjata - 03-02-2020
She hums her approval and it vibrates through him, causing him to shiver again, goosebumps spreading across his shoulders and body. His breath picks up, filling his chest before exhaling in more panting breaths of his desire. But soon enough she grows more sure.
And with it, he burns.
Her hand roams and he shudders with more sounds for her, nostrils flaring at the delicate tease of sharp teeth near a place so incredibly sensitive that he loves the adrenaline from that alone too. She dives back down on him and his cock twitches for her, and his hips shift toward her a small amount before withdrawing as well, additional encouragement and a gaping need devouring his senses. He tugs at her hair a small amount, hands shaky and it’s clear he’s incredibly distracted.
“[say]Maea, I—[/say]” He breathlessly manages, head tilting back a bit more. If she’s not careful she’ll have a lot more of him than he wonders if she anticipates. “[say]Ah, fok.[/say]” Comes the growl as he fights against himself and that string within him to focus on her again. She’s pressing on all the right buttons, far quicker than he usually had. His thighs quiver with pressure and the hand that supports him has the wood groaning as claws pierce the surface again.
RE: the blood you bleed is just the blood you owe - Maea - 03-02-2020
How long would the table last, if it had to endure his claws this way? Perhaps it was for the better that she wouldn't be tempted to find out... It was a very nice piece of furniture.
It seemed he was rather weak against this sort of game. Or perhaps she was surprisingly good at it? He crumbled a lot faster than she could recall, and it made her slow down again. Touch softening, and she withdrew her mouth from him. Licked her lips as she kept stroking him with a hand, taking a moment to breathe. To watch him.
The way he said her name... it lingered with her, Made her burn too, enough that a trembling hand searched it's way down over her stomach, down into the dress, past the hips, to press against the pounding ache between her legs. Maea had never really pleasured herself before. Didn't want to before Sunjata. Didn't need to after him. Feeling her own wetness under her fingers drew a soft gasp from her, and she pressed her thighs together. Whimpering softly as the need only grew stronger.
But this wasn't about her, and almost desperately she brought her mouth back to Sunjata's crotch, lips parting so she could scrape her teeth up his shaft again. Her eyes blazed as she gazed up at him, studying his reaction as she slowly increased the pressure, biting down to see just how much he could take before it hurt.
RE: the blood you bleed is just the blood you owe - Sunjata - 03-02-2020
She withdraws enough that he can focus again, and his breath feels ragged as it enters his lungs, but at least he can focus on her again. The storms light up when her hand travels on herself, burning and burning, and he breathlessly growls his approval for her to continue if she so desired. He figures if she’s going to pleasure him so well she at least deserves to join in, and perhaps it would only remove any hindrances she has if she delves into it fully.
But his hand is still in her hair, and he shifts a small amount when her lips run along him again, this time with a bit more teeth — he trembles, but he knows they’re not Ascended bites, knows they won’t blind him if she bites down, and that it’d likely hurt with too much pressure and douse the fire she’s so well crafted.
When she begins to bite down, he shivers with a growl, but then the pressure grows too much and he finds himself pulling at her hair to keep her from biting down too fully, to keep the flame before pain replaces it. “[say]Too much.[/say]” A huff of some part amusement and lust fired haze has him saying, cut short by just the ability to say a few words at a time. So he releases the hand in her hair, hoping she doesn’t test it again, gaze predatory and dark with need finding hers as his hand slips to her neck and collarbones, scraping those dull claws along her skin and leaving small red marks in their wake.
RE: the blood you bleed is just the blood you owe - Maea - 03-02-2020
She let up immediately when he told her to and licked the small hurt to soothe it, make it feel good again. Maea met his gaze and returned his amusement with a sly smile. Then she did repeat the trick, but stayed well on the nice side of painful this time, hoping to hear him growl like that again. Found another spot to bite down on, held him between her teeth for a moment, and then took him into her mouth again, her tongue rubbingagainst him with long, languid strokes.
Her knees were complaining, and the fingers she applied to herself only seemed to make it worse for her, not better. But none of it mattered, her attention was all on him, and he had approved, quite vocally, to her wandering hand. Still... there was something she had yet to try.
So when his clawed hands wandered down over her, scraping at her skin, invisible hands clamped down around his wrists and tried to pull them off. Maea rose to her feet, a hand still holding his cock, and she pressed the other into his chest. Pushing him back, down, onto the table where bottles were conveniently swept away. She tried to pin his arms over his head with the telekinesis, and with something feline and predatory in her eyes, she climbed onto the tabletop, over him.
RE: the blood you bleed is just the blood you owe - Sunjata - 03-02-2020
He growls to her just as she had hoped, and when the feeling begins to burn again, she’s already moving. His hand at her neck is swept away with a hitch of his breath, clamping to his wrists and moving them — and he doesn’t fight back, not as he feels her slide against him and push him down. He’s far too interested to see where she goes with this, and happily with his wrists not under his own control, falls back onto the table with a sound of a thud and his heartbeat thundering in his ears.
This is different from when Hotaru had cuffed him to the bed. This time both hands are immobile, connected above his head and he can feel the pressure of the invisible barriers as he arches his spine and pushes against them. A feline smirk crossing his face when he realizes she’s not going to let up.
And then she’s climbing over him, and his gaze seeks hers out again, pupils blown wide and his steel eyes dark with wanton need and lust. He shifts on the table a small amount to give her move room, the clawed hands flexing and clenching, horns sprouting from his skull as he leans back for her — waiting in palpable anticipation for what comes next.
RE: the blood you bleed is just the blood you owe - Maea - 03-02-2020
Standing on her knees, placed over his thighs, Maea took a moment to simply look down at him. For all that her cheeks were flushed and her puffy, red-rimmed eyes were hot with desire, there was something tender in her gaze too. Something a little awed, admiring, that roamed the lines of his body with hungry relish.
And it wasn't just her eyes that roamed... Though his hands remained pinned in a soft but firm grip, invisible fingers ghosted over his skin too. Brushed gentle knuckles over his cheek, trailed down his neck, spread palms open over his chest. More hands than a girl with soft eyes and hungry lips could have. Especially as hers was busy, slowly pulling the dress up over her head.
Maea left herself naked before his eyes, laid bare. Bruises were forming on her neck and shoulders from their earlier joining, and scars from a shark bite painted red lines around her right thigh, but beyond that, she was unmarred. Pale, marble-skinned and reed thin in the dappled sunlight, her peaked nipples as pink as the tongue that ran across her lips... slow, suggestive as she leaned down over him, to press her mouth against his in a light, lingering kiss.
And on her back, a pair of white feathered wings shimmered into existence.
RE: the blood you bleed is just the blood you owe - Sunjata - 03-02-2020
She kneels over him, and his gaze follows the trails and curves of her body, lingering on the bruises that form, the way she reveals herself as she fully removes the dress and lets it slump to the floor. He wants to roam his hands over her body, to take and take but all he’s allowed to do is watch, writhe beneath invisible hands that trail along his body, humming his approval of it all even as he fights a small amount against the restraints.
He still wants them there, but he can’t help the way he presses against them all the same.
She’s stunning like this, laid bare and naked above him, with the way the fading sun casts light against him. And he burns and burns, seeing each and every way it casts shadows along her pale skin — so bright compared to his sun kissed own. And then her lips are on him, and he can taste both her and himself, melting into one as he hungrily tries to deepen the kiss, to nip at her lips and her tongue, that ache growing ever pounding in his lower back.
But then her wings sprout again, and it blocks out the sun from how they cast over him — encased in shadows with horns and navy feathers appearing along his own skin, while she bears all the warmth and light of the sun. And he loves it. His hips shift a small amount, back arching against her to feel more of her even if he can’t give in entirely.
RE: the blood you bleed is just the blood you owe - Maea - 03-02-2020
If he really tried to, Sunjata could probably break himself free from her restraints. They were not stronger than her, and she was far weaker than him. But so far, he didn't test her strength, and she was pleased to see him try her resolve like this. Show her that he wanted to touch her, but accepted her ministrations. She let the kiss deepen, let him claim her mouth and met his hungry tongue with her own for a while, savoring the taste of him as pleasure spread like creeping tendrils beneath the skin of her back. Visceral, a near tangible thing.
But as his hips bucked up, Maea smirked against his lips and raised herself up, so he would find no contact with her hips. Hovering over him on hands and knees, wings spread wide on either side, her eyes darkened with lust.
[say]"Do you want me?"[/say] Those invisible hands moved lower over his body. Dragged fingers lightly over the insides of his thighs, brushed his balls, circling his cock without actually touching it. Maea lowered her mouth to his neck, breathed sweet, wine-and-honey breath over the skin below his ear, as her tongue touched it lightly, teasingly. .