Silver dollar, golden flame
Dirty water, poison rain
Perfect murder, take your aim
Dirty water, poison rain
Perfect murder, take your aim
The hard tweak of her nipple and the sound of her name on his tongue flares every nerve in her body, bringing her ever closer to that breaking point that feels so close. She can hear the way Vesper is losing his own battle, feel the way he buries himself in her with a fraying control, the possessive bite of his hands against her a delicious reminder of how much she caused this. It's only fueled by the primal, ragged sounds he makes, the way his own sharp grin makes her shiver with delight.
His lips crashing into hers take Thal by surprise, stealing what little breath she has, enough to make her dizzy with lust as she moans through the claiming, searing kiss. Her eyes drift closed to appreciate the taste of him, but he's suddenly pulling away, saying words that make her want to melt into the molten heat of her desire, anticipation and excitement pulsing through her.
As he dares to push everything up another notch, her own efforts increase to match and she lets out a string of guttural curses, his name strewn in among them as she feels herself reaching a fevered peak with each combined stroke of shadows and cock.
Thal jolts slightly at the sudden interruption, but the strange sizzle of electricity feels tame compared to the heat boiling inside. Her rhythm only stutters for an imperceivable second before she's resuming the movements with a needy frenzy. She barely listens to the disembodied words, too busy driving herself onto Vesper to truly care about anything Vox has to say. Between thrusts and desperate breaths, she lets out the first words that come to mind: "Whatever, creep." She doesn't notice the letters across her thigh and probably wouldn't care either way if it means more interactions like this, but her eyes are fluttering closed, thoughts becoming too distant to properly converse.
Each crash of their hips brings her deeper into the dark pleasure of her mind, stripping her of anything but the primal need to release every drop of the long-overdue orgasm threatening to seize control. Her hands still grip at his shoulders, nails biting in as the internal heat of her body tries to push outward through her magic. She can feel the grasp on her mind slipping, reaching the crisp edge of the cliff that she so desperately wants to fall over, the waters below beckoning with the promise of unrivaled satisfaction. It's so close, and her head swims with the overwhelming approach, her mind a tsunami of growing pressure about to break against her. Through the pumping of her blood in her ears, she can faintly make out her own voice, calling like a siren, pleading and full of undiscovered horizons, "Vesperrr."
His lips crashing into hers take Thal by surprise, stealing what little breath she has, enough to make her dizzy with lust as she moans through the claiming, searing kiss. Her eyes drift closed to appreciate the taste of him, but he's suddenly pulling away, saying words that make her want to melt into the molten heat of her desire, anticipation and excitement pulsing through her.
As he dares to push everything up another notch, her own efforts increase to match and she lets out a string of guttural curses, his name strewn in among them as she feels herself reaching a fevered peak with each combined stroke of shadows and cock.
Thal jolts slightly at the sudden interruption, but the strange sizzle of electricity feels tame compared to the heat boiling inside. Her rhythm only stutters for an imperceivable second before she's resuming the movements with a needy frenzy. She barely listens to the disembodied words, too busy driving herself onto Vesper to truly care about anything Vox has to say. Between thrusts and desperate breaths, she lets out the first words that come to mind: "Whatever, creep." She doesn't notice the letters across her thigh and probably wouldn't care either way if it means more interactions like this, but her eyes are fluttering closed, thoughts becoming too distant to properly converse.
Each crash of their hips brings her deeper into the dark pleasure of her mind, stripping her of anything but the primal need to release every drop of the long-overdue orgasm threatening to seize control. Her hands still grip at his shoulders, nails biting in as the internal heat of her body tries to push outward through her magic. She can feel the grasp on her mind slipping, reaching the crisp edge of the cliff that she so desperately wants to fall over, the waters below beckoning with the promise of unrivaled satisfaction. It's so close, and her head swims with the overwhelming approach, her mind a tsunami of growing pressure about to break against her. Through the pumping of her blood in her ears, she can faintly make out her own voice, calling like a siren, pleading and full of undiscovered horizons, "Vesperrr."
I don't belong to anyone,
but everybody knows my name
but everybody knows my name
Thalassa
