Isla
to share the space with simple living things, infinitely suffering
In that they are the same, at least - Isla has also been thinking about this for weeks. Alas, she hasn't had the advantage of dozens of bodies to roll and fuck with, and whilst her memory is good, it's nothing compared to the aviator in this moment. Feeling small and taken and had in a way that fills her to the brim with heat, she welcomes the press of his fingers against her hips as he fucks her in earnest, and already she wishes she could somehow have more of him.
Hiccuping in a breath as the shift of his hips has him buried to the hilt within her, Isla's head tilts just enough to welcome the nip of his teeth against her ear, her eyes opening to watch their reflections fuck their way to oblivion in the mirror. For the Remedy, at least, it's with breathless awe that she admires the tangle of their bodies, until the roll of skilled fingers against her clit and the hard thrust of a cock drags her back to the here and now.
With pleasure that borders on pain, Isla feels her orgasm begin to tighten at the back of her thighs, pleasure fizzing low in her belly and her moans echoing loudly enough that anyone who is listening certainly won't need a glass pressed up against the wall. "Fuck, I'm so close," she huffs, her hips arching against the touch of Ever's fingers as if to increase their pace.
Hiccuping in a breath as the shift of his hips has him buried to the hilt within her, Isla's head tilts just enough to welcome the nip of his teeth against her ear, her eyes opening to watch their reflections fuck their way to oblivion in the mirror. For the Remedy, at least, it's with breathless awe that she admires the tangle of their bodies, until the roll of skilled fingers against her clit and the hard thrust of a cock drags her back to the here and now.
With pleasure that borders on pain, Isla feels her orgasm begin to tighten at the back of her thighs, pleasure fizzing low in her belly and her moans echoing loudly enough that anyone who is listening certainly won't need a glass pressed up against the wall. "Fuck, I'm so close," she huffs, her hips arching against the touch of Ever's fingers as if to increase their pace.
fighting off like all creation, the absence of itself
