[SE] Ignore all the burdens that you keep

Tryin' to wash away all the blood I've spilt
This lust is a burden that we both share

Running his fingers through Maea’s hair had her shuddering against him, her breathy words bringing a smile of satisfaction to Liam’s face. He stroked her scalp again, tangling his fingers in her hair. Her horns themselves, he found quickly enough, were hard against his fingertips and seemingly devoid of sensation, but the tender skin around them seemed sensitive indeed. He focused his attention there, massaging tiny circles around their base.

Or at least he did, until he bucked beneath her and drew out a breathless moan. Then he carefully disentangled his hands from Maea’s hair, dropping them to her thighs. As his lover rolled her hips, grinding against his cock, Liam pulled her more tightly against him, driving in deeper with a guttural groan of pleasure. ”Gods, you feel good.” He met each roll of Maea’s hips with another thrust, letting her set the pace; then he reached between them to set his thumb against her clit, circling it tenderly as he tried to drive her higher, determined to do as she’d asked and make her come again.

Two sinners can't atone from a lone prayer
Souls tied, intertwined by our pride and guilt

Liam

// won't you breathe with me? //

Shivers ran from his fingers and down her spine, a silver shudder of tingly pleasure that easily matched the snap of his hips in potency. The need to keep moving and match his rhythm had Maea brace her hands against his chest and half sit up so that she could move easier braced by the strong hands on her thighs. Rewarded by his thumb when it found its way into her folds, she quivered at the light touch, flinching subtly with a soft gasp for each completed circle. She was getting soaked again, so damn wet for him; the moist sounds whenever he slid back in made her blush hard - embarrassed, but only a little bit. She couldn't help it, not when he talked like that and made her feel so good.
"The gods have nothing to do with that," she said with a sultry chuckle, breathless and hoarse; "It's you making me like this. Only you  -  no one else." No god could replace him, no matter how powerful or clever with their tricks. She would never go near them like this, never trust them like this - never let herself be touched in this way by anyone but Liam.

Maea

// won't you take me to your heart? //

Tryin' to wash away all the blood I've spilt
This lust is a burden that we both share

Maea rose from his chest, leaving Liam to gaze up at her through hooded eyes. He circled her clit tenderly, working to find a rhythm that she liked, rewarded by each little gasp that fell from her lips. Only you, she said, and his eyes darkened, his hips snapping in rhythm with her movements. He understood precisely what she meant; there was no one who could get from him what he gave to Maea, not even the gods. But to hear her say it…

His thrusts grew deeper; the thumb moving between her folds grew faster. Somehow in his quest to provide Maea with the ultimate pleasure, she’d managed to turn it back around on him, and his breath stuttered as he felt his orgasm starting to build. ”Maea…” he rumbled. ”I’m so close -“ But he wanted to take her over the edge alongside him.

Two sinners can't atone from a lone prayer
Souls tied, intertwined by our pride and guilt

Liam

// won't you breathe with me? //

Ah, but she wasn't done yet. Not nearly, despite how good he made her feel. Pleasure flashed like lightning through her, and she could probably give in to it… if she wanted to. If she allowed him to take her there like this. But instead of following along with the plan, Maea stilled where she straddled him. Stopped meeting his thrusts, to instead lean forward and press a kiss to his lips.

Slowly raising her hips up, she only stopped when only the tip of his cock remained sheathed inside her - and waited. Watching him through half lidded eyes to see what such teasing might do to him. "Yeah? What do you want, Liam?" she drawled against his mouth, tongue grazing his bottom lip. "I want to hear you say it…" If he was going to change the scenario then she'd play along, add her own twists. She found herself getting almost as much pleasure from watching his desire for her as from what his hands and hips were doing. To be wanted by him… it was such a powerful feeling that was going straight to her head.

Maea

// won't you take me to your heart? //

Tryin' to wash away all the blood I've spilt
This lust is a burden that we both share

Then, suddenly, Maea stilled, ceasing all movement, save for leaning forward to press a kiss to his lips. The mounting pleasure that had begun to consume Liam paused, like a pot suddenly removed from the heat: still there, simmering, but no longer threatening to boil over. Heart beating wildly in his chest, he felt more than saw their roles shift as Maea took over, raising her hips until he was only barely inside her. And if she wanted control - well, Liam was happy to give it to her.

Delighted and aroused by Maea’s sudden boldness, Liam kissed her hungrily. ”You,” he gasped out, groaning as her tongue traced his lower lip. ”I want you, Maea.” His hands tightened on her thighs, fighting the urge to cant his hips; laying perfectly still beneath her, he flicked his tongue over hers as they kissed. ”I want to feel you come.” Her core was tantalizingly warm and wet, teasing him with its proximity. ”And I want to come with you.”

Two sinners can't atone from a lone prayer
Souls tied, intertwined by our pride and guilt

Liam

// won't you breathe with me? //

She was astonished too, that she was doing this, and vaguely aware of how her confidence rose and fell like the incoming tide; emboldened by Liam's openness, encouraged by his confidence, occasionally knocked down by her own hesitation only to feel it surge once more. It confused her. She thought it might be hard for him to follow, but his reaction held no objection. Only hungry lips and eager hands that closed over her thighs like he needed a tether to remain present.

The problem with trying to control this was that she didn't have any self-control. She'd meant to drag this out, make it last - only his desires laid bare like that was making her knees tremble and her core ache with the need to be filled again. "Then take me," she breathed, voice taught with desperate longing she absolutely failed to disguise. "Now, however you want - show how you'll make me come – " She didn't want to wait, after all.

Maea

// won't you take me to your heart? //

Tryin' to wash away all the blood I've spilt
This lust is a burden that we both share

Maea’s desperate longing was like a drug, stronger and more potent than anything Liam had felt before. Had sex always been like this, and he’d just forgotten? No - no, this desire was born of her and her alone, an inferno that threatened to consume every logical thought, leaving only carnal want in its wake -

At her breathy request, Liam’s hands released their grip on her thighs to spear into her hair, tightening against her scalp as he tugged her to him. His lips crashed into hers, demanding in one breath and pleading the next, abandoned by every remaining shred of restraint. He had never treated Maea like she was fragile, and this moment was no exception; he tugged gently but firmly at her hair, tilting her head back to expose her throat, and trailed a line of kisses down her jaw, nipping at the tender skin beneath her ear.

His hips bucked, a teasing motion that nonetheless had him reeling, and with a wordless cry, Liam thrust powerfully upwards, burying himself inside Maea for a beat before moving with wanton abandon. With each tilt of his hips, he aimed to drive deeper, setting a bruising, desperate pace that he hoped would entice Maea to the very edge of her self control. He wanted her to lose herself in their lovemaking, to surrender to the myriad sensations threatening to overtake her. He reached once more for her clit, and after lavishing his attention upon it for a few moments, offered a soft growl in her ear, teeth scraping the lobe: ”Come for me, love -”

Two sinners can't atone from a lone prayer
Souls tied, intertwined by our pride and guilt

Liam

// won't you breathe with me? //

She had wanted to be claimed, to see him unleashed, and boy, did she get what she'd asked for. Liam stole her breath right away, barraging her with sensations of greedy hands and hungry lips pulling her in by thee hair to be kissed. She didn't hold back. What he demanded, he was given as her voice filled the beautiful cave with all the sounds of a woman being treated exactly how she liked it. His teeth raking her skin started it, and then she couldn't stop. He was thrusting into her, hard and fast enough that she could only hold on and let it happen, let him sweep her away so utterly that it made their previous joining seem reserved in hindsight.

The delicious friction building within staggered her pleasure to dizzying heights; forgetting everything about shyness or hesitation Maea kissed her lover with wild abandon, moaning over and over again into his mouth. His name was a prayer falling like rain from her lips, one she wasn't entirely conscious of; "Liam, Liam, yes, please, I want you, I'm so close – I'm - !"
Golden flames enveloped her, rising, rising like molten lava or the first light of dawn. This time she was there for the entire buildup as pleasure pooled between her legs, coaxed out by Liam's fingers. She ground herself against them, so lightheaded that the room spun before her eyes - and with a deep, guttural groan that seemed to come from the very depth of her thighs she tipped over the edge. Falling, disintegrating - coming utterly undone around the man she loved. And still she moved, riding the wave that never seemed to end - wanting to share it with him until nothing else remained.

Maea

// won't you take me to your heart? //

Tryin' to wash away all the blood I've spilt
This lust is a burden that we both share

Where their first joining has been sensual and soft, and certainly a beautiful thing, this was what Liam craved. The sounds of Maea’s pleasure filled their little cavern, spurring the soldier on. The simmering heat that had nearly bubbled over before caught fire once more as she kissed him wildly, moaning against his lips, driving him higher. It was everything that he could have wished: his name falling from her mouth like a prayer, and then, then -

This time he watched as she tipped over the edge, enraptured by the sound she made, the look on her face, the way she’d finally let go of any reservation or shyness. And as Maea’s orgasm crashed over her, Liam wasn’t far behind. He thrusted wildly into her, feeling her core clench around him, and then he was on the edge of coming. He released a low, gravelly groan against her throat. ”Maea - !” It was all the warning she’d receive. His orgasm swept through him like dragonfire, burning, consuming, until all that was left of him was that which he’d given her. He slammed into her, burying himself deep, lost, utterly, in silver hair and pale eyes and porcelain skin.

Two sinners can't atone from a lone prayer
Souls tied, intertwined by our pride and guilt

Liam

// won't you breathe with me? //

Home. This was home. The only shelter she required, the one person she needed to feel like she belonged in this world. This man, this bliss, these roving hands and crushing lips and the feeling of his cock throbbing a moment before his release, before he emptied himself in her. Gone, like she was, knowing only the drive to join, to connect, to chase this bliss to its very end.
Only, it didn't quite end at all. Because even though Maea knew that she was coming down from the high and though the harshness eased enough that her fingers no longer dug as deeply into his flesh, she still burned. Ached with a deep sweetness every time Liam moved inside her. Her inner muscles eased and firmed around him again and again, dragging out the end for as long as she could. 

Only when she simply had no strength left to move did she slow, crumpling against Liam's chest while gasping for air. Utterly spent - and her mind kept reeling even after that, lost to the lingering dregs of passion sloshing back and forth within.

Maea

// won't you take me to your heart? //

Tryin' to wash away all the blood I've spilt
This lust is a burden that we both share

Their combined pleasure was intoxicating, a beautiful crescendo that pounded in Liam’s ears, echoed in his heart and soul. It lasted for both forever and no time at all, and then Maea was crumpling to his chest, gasping for air, and all Liam could do was hold her tightly against him. It took a moment - during which it was all he could do to remember to breathe - but then he gently disentangled his fingers from Maea’s hair, running them through the silver locks a few times to smooth out any snags he’d inadvertently caused. Only when he was sure that he’d smoothed out any tangles did he drop his hands to her hips, resting them there and tracing patterns lightly against her skin.

His breathing began to slow; his heart rate began to stabilize. He pressed a gentle kiss to Maea’s forehead. She was perfect, utterly divine, and yet for a brief moment, Liam felt worthy of her love. He had driven her mad with lust. He had shown her exactly what she was doing to him, driving her towards an inevitable release not just once, but twice . Utterly satisfied and spent, Liam was content to lay with his lover in silence, listening to her breathing slow and waiting to feel her pulse steady.

Two sinners can't atone from a lone prayer
Souls tied, intertwined by our pride and guilt

Liam

// won't you breathe with me? //

Snippets of half formed thought drifted like clouds across an empty sky. Her awareness had been dyed amber, softly vibrant, breathtaking; the liquid gold of late summer sunsets burning over sweltering landscapes. Finally she knew. Understood what she'd been unable to see before. The reason, the point of it all; why people were striving, clinging to life, why sometimes death was preferable. It was all in search of this. How blessed she was to have found what so many only dreamed of! Gratitude filled her chest to bursting, soothed the last embers of lust so that when she stretched luxuriously atop of Liam, it was only to settle back down against him with a contented little sigh. Lazy ministration over tousled hair and the subsequent retreat to her hips only relaxed her further. Her own fingers were tracing patterns along his collarbone, simply to savor the velvet softness of his skin.
She could fall asleep like this. Would drift into a light doze barring a lack of interruptions, sated and at ease. Hunger - the stomach churning kind - wouldn't bother her for a good while yet and any remaining tasks were so far from her thoughts they might as well not exist.

Maea

// won't you take me to your heart? //

Tryin' to wash away all the blood I've spilt
This lust is a burden that we both share

Liam, too, could drift off to sleep just like this, so thoroughly sated was he. His chest rose and fell with deep breaths; his eyes fell shut and did not open for a long while. He was, perhaps, not in a deep sleep, but a lighter snooze that allowed him to continue tracing his calming patterns across Maea’s hips and back, gentle caresses that said more than words ever could. His love for Maea spread through his chest, warming him body and soul, and he daydreamed of the life that they would lead together: days filled with building something beautiful together, night wrapped in each other’s arms. And for the first time, his fear of losing her abated enough for him to recognize that theirs was a bond that would withstand anything the world could throw their way.

This was, in some ways, more binding than the vows they’d already spoken; now it was more than just promises and oaths, but a bone deep connection that could never be severed. As Liam listened to Maea’s breaths steady and slow, he was keenly aware of just how fortunate he was to have found her again, to have befriended her and fallen for her and everything in between. She was his sun, now, the star around which his world revolved, and he wouldn’t have it any other way.

Two sinners can't atone from a lone prayer
Souls tied, intertwined by our pride and guilt

Liam

// won't you breathe with me? //

Time passed slowly. It could have been hours or days and it wouldn't matter either way. No duties or responsibilities called that were greater than this; to exist alongside Liam until all their frazzled nerves and rekindled fears had been thoroughly put to rest. Alive, was his heartbeat's whisper beneath her ear. Safe, her own steady pulse answered. Together, and therefore all was well. 

Only the call of nature could make her rouse herself from him eventually. Afterwards, and after a quick rinse in the pool, Maea returned to the bedroll and settled back down against his side. This time the sleep that claimed her was deep and restful, weariness driving away anything that normally could have bothered her. There would be time for that later. Here, now, in this moment? There was only peace. 

[FIN]

Maea

// won't you take me to your heart? //