charlie
Charlie remains perched atop the Flood, her body humming in the aftershocks of her climax, each slow, lazy pulse of pleasure making her feel deliciously weightless. A blissful haze lingers in her bright blue eyes as she watches Sunjata, drinking in the sight of his flushed skin, the way his chest rises and falls with each breath, the way his steel gaze is molten with need.
Her fingers trail across the sharp angles of his face, slow and teasing as she smirks down at him. "I want all of you," she purrs greedily, her voice thick with want, as though she could consume him whole if she wanted to—and she does.
Her grip tightens at the base of his horns, her red nails dragging against the ridges of bone as she uses them to coax him upright, drawing him into a seated position. He moves easily beneath her, the effortless strength in his body making her pulse throb with anticipation. Charlie wastes no time, shifting in his lap until she can feel him pressed hard against her, her thighs trembling as she grinds herself against the length of him, teasing, savoring the sensation of his cock against her slick heat.
Sunjata will be able to manipulate her with ease, her small frame nearly weightless in his grip, and for a breathless second, Charlie revels in the sheer power of it—the way he can move and adjust her so effortlessly, his strength something to be worshiped. A low, ragged moan leaves her lips as he sinks her down onto him, her body stretching to accommodate the delicious fullness of him. Her fingers flex against his horns, her thighs clenching tighter around his hips as her breath comes in ragged gasps as she clings to him, before her nails rake down his back as pleasure coils hot and tight inside of her.
"Fuck—" The word slips out between desperate, broken moans, her fingers gripping his shoulders before trailing back to his horns, twisting her hips to meet every powerful snap of his. "Harder," she gasps, the word half a plea, half a demand. Charlie barely has time to gasp before the world tilts. Her back suddenly presses against the cool stone wall, and the contrast of temperature against her overheated skin sends a shudder racing down her spine. He pins her there with ease, his strong hands spreading her thighs wider, keeping her exactly where he wants her.
Charlie cries out, her head falling back against the wall as Sunjata fucks her with the kind of raw, feral intensity that makes her feel small in his hands, completely and utterly at his mercy. Each thrust sends her body arching into him, pleasure crashing into her like a tidal wave, the rhythm of it building, frantic and unrelenting. She can feel herself unraveling, every nerve alight, her moans dissolving into breathless, pleading whimpers. Sunjata’s name tumbles from her lips like a prayer, desperate and wrecked, and his grip tightens—on her hips, her thighs, on her—as he loses himself in her, as the last of his restraint crumbles.
The pleasure crests and crashes over them both, a blinding, consuming force that leaves them trembling, panting, completely undone. Charlie clings to him, feeling the aftershocks pulse through her body, her fingers tracing mindless patterns over his heated skin as she lets out a breathless, satisfied laugh. "Fuck," she murmurs, voice hoarse but full of wicked delight. "Maybe Frey isn't so bad after all," it's as close to blasphemy as the priestess will ever come, but after having cum so hard, forgive her fealty for being a touch unsteady.
~FIN
Her fingers trail across the sharp angles of his face, slow and teasing as she smirks down at him. "I want all of you," she purrs greedily, her voice thick with want, as though she could consume him whole if she wanted to—and she does.
Her grip tightens at the base of his horns, her red nails dragging against the ridges of bone as she uses them to coax him upright, drawing him into a seated position. He moves easily beneath her, the effortless strength in his body making her pulse throb with anticipation. Charlie wastes no time, shifting in his lap until she can feel him pressed hard against her, her thighs trembling as she grinds herself against the length of him, teasing, savoring the sensation of his cock against her slick heat.
Sunjata will be able to manipulate her with ease, her small frame nearly weightless in his grip, and for a breathless second, Charlie revels in the sheer power of it—the way he can move and adjust her so effortlessly, his strength something to be worshiped. A low, ragged moan leaves her lips as he sinks her down onto him, her body stretching to accommodate the delicious fullness of him. Her fingers flex against his horns, her thighs clenching tighter around his hips as her breath comes in ragged gasps as she clings to him, before her nails rake down his back as pleasure coils hot and tight inside of her.
"Fuck—" The word slips out between desperate, broken moans, her fingers gripping his shoulders before trailing back to his horns, twisting her hips to meet every powerful snap of his. "Harder," she gasps, the word half a plea, half a demand. Charlie barely has time to gasp before the world tilts. Her back suddenly presses against the cool stone wall, and the contrast of temperature against her overheated skin sends a shudder racing down her spine. He pins her there with ease, his strong hands spreading her thighs wider, keeping her exactly where he wants her.
Charlie cries out, her head falling back against the wall as Sunjata fucks her with the kind of raw, feral intensity that makes her feel small in his hands, completely and utterly at his mercy. Each thrust sends her body arching into him, pleasure crashing into her like a tidal wave, the rhythm of it building, frantic and unrelenting. She can feel herself unraveling, every nerve alight, her moans dissolving into breathless, pleading whimpers. Sunjata’s name tumbles from her lips like a prayer, desperate and wrecked, and his grip tightens—on her hips, her thighs, on her—as he loses himself in her, as the last of his restraint crumbles.
The pleasure crests and crashes over them both, a blinding, consuming force that leaves them trembling, panting, completely undone. Charlie clings to him, feeling the aftershocks pulse through her body, her fingers tracing mindless patterns over his heated skin as she lets out a breathless, satisfied laugh. "Fuck," she murmurs, voice hoarse but full of wicked delight. "Maybe Frey isn't so bad after all," it's as close to blasphemy as the priestess will ever come, but after having cum so hard, forgive her fealty for being a touch unsteady.
~FIN
Nice to meet you, where you been? I could show you incredible things
Magic, madness, heaven, sin
Magic, madness, heaven, sin
Hella golden retriever energy. Small unrefined horns made of ruby. Regular spade-shaped tail.
