// smile like you mean it //
Everything she does, each and every request she makes silently but physically, Astaroth gives into. Roughness was something he appreciated, despite his attempts to treat her gently. This was supposed to be a thank you, after all, a thank you that had her littered with his marks and bites, objectively pleased by the results despite having not expected to get to this point.
The bloodlust and his arousal thrum within him in an electric strike through his body again and again. Heat harbors no effects on him, no sweat to handle it but the ones that drips from her to spread along his scarred skin. Not that he complains, of course, melting into her pitched voice and her hips, the way she fucks him and he’s very appreciative of the view. “I am seeing you, darling.” He pants, his voice rough and hoarse, peering up at her with dark delight.
So much so that his fragile hold on himself starts to falter, with the rough moans that leave her throat and how his pressure increases, how she draws that pleasure back up between her legs and drives him absolutely insane.
One hand abandons her, keeping the one at her throat, utilizing the other to prop himself up, bending him partially to run a hot tongue up along the blood, circling her nipple with the blood, trailing up to her throat where his hand shifts to fist into her blonde curls. Rough moans leave his throat with each and every one, drawn closer and closer and with that tether snapping so too does his hold.
Nosing his way up her jaw as she rides him, a growled out “Close—” leaves him at precisely the time he angles his head down, burying his face into her perfect shoulder, a kiss as the precursor before he sinks his teeth in.
The bloodlust and his arousal thrum within him in an electric strike through his body again and again. Heat harbors no effects on him, no sweat to handle it but the ones that drips from her to spread along his scarred skin. Not that he complains, of course, melting into her pitched voice and her hips, the way she fucks him and he’s very appreciative of the view. “I am seeing you, darling.” He pants, his voice rough and hoarse, peering up at her with dark delight.
So much so that his fragile hold on himself starts to falter, with the rough moans that leave her throat and how his pressure increases, how she draws that pleasure back up between her legs and drives him absolutely insane.
One hand abandons her, keeping the one at her throat, utilizing the other to prop himself up, bending him partially to run a hot tongue up along the blood, circling her nipple with the blood, trailing up to her throat where his hand shifts to fist into her blonde curls. Rough moans leave his throat with each and every one, drawn closer and closer and with that tether snapping so too does his hold.
Nosing his way up her jaw as she rides him, a growled out “Close—” leaves him at precisely the time he angles his head down, burying his face into her perfect shoulder, a kiss as the precursor before he sinks his teeth in.
Astaroth
// take a chance and you could seize it //
