it's fine to fake it 'till you make it
Jack's climax roared through Safrin’s consciousness, a cataclysmic explosion of celestial force and mortal passion that shattered the boundaries of even her divine perception. His release surged through her mind like an unstoppable shockwave, birthing clusters of stars and igniting spirals of galaxies that erupted outward, rippling and expanding into cosmic brilliance. For an eternal heartbeat, the universe itself seemed to hold its breath, bearing witness as the captain's ecstasy cascaded into the void, setting it ablaze with new constellations formed by their mingled pleasure.
When the tidal waves of starlight ebbed back into the cosmos, Jack would find himself back aboard the Ark once more, Safrin perched on the railing, her breath gentle and warm as she cradled his head softly against the moonlit swell of her breasts. Her fingers drifted along the curve of his neck, idly tracing invisible paths between the freckles and scars she found there. Her heartbeat, steady now, drummed softly against his ear, and her breathing came slow and deep, easing him gently back into reality.
"Welcome back," she whispered playfully, a smile curving against his temple, her thoughts brushing tenderly against his as softly as the starlight above. When morning light found the Ark, this particular stretch of railing would bear an imprint as flawless and unmistakable as the perfect curve of Safrin’s ass, etched forever into the wood as a lingering mark of the goddess’s divine indulgence.
Her fingertips continued their slow, idle exploration along his skin, tracing patterns of constellations only visible to her eyes. And with a final, quiet hum of satisfaction, Safrin brushed her lips softly across his temple, murmuring a promise in tones both gentle and amused. "I always did like leaving my mark on you, Jack." Nestled against Safrin's breasts, Jack would gradually become aware of a gentle weight resting against his collarbone. There, settled against his chest, was a pendant—a heavy, dark stone the color of midnight skies, shot through with veins of shimmering silver like distant constellations.
Jack has received:
Family Pheromone | A dark stone on a chain mined from Starfall. When worn on the island, causes all flora/fauna to treat the wearer like a Friend of the Family.
When the tidal waves of starlight ebbed back into the cosmos, Jack would find himself back aboard the Ark once more, Safrin perched on the railing, her breath gentle and warm as she cradled his head softly against the moonlit swell of her breasts. Her fingers drifted along the curve of his neck, idly tracing invisible paths between the freckles and scars she found there. Her heartbeat, steady now, drummed softly against his ear, and her breathing came slow and deep, easing him gently back into reality.
"Welcome back," she whispered playfully, a smile curving against his temple, her thoughts brushing tenderly against his as softly as the starlight above. When morning light found the Ark, this particular stretch of railing would bear an imprint as flawless and unmistakable as the perfect curve of Safrin’s ass, etched forever into the wood as a lingering mark of the goddess’s divine indulgence.
Her fingertips continued their slow, idle exploration along his skin, tracing patterns of constellations only visible to her eyes. And with a final, quiet hum of satisfaction, Safrin brushed her lips softly across his temple, murmuring a promise in tones both gentle and amused. "I always did like leaving my mark on you, Jack." Nestled against Safrin's breasts, Jack would gradually become aware of a gentle weight resting against his collarbone. There, settled against his chest, was a pendant—a heavy, dark stone the color of midnight skies, shot through with veins of shimmering silver like distant constellations.
Jack has received:
Family Pheromone | A dark stone on a chain mined from Starfall. When worn on the island, causes all flora/fauna to treat the wearer like a Friend of the Family.
'till you do. 'till it's true.
