I don't know what I'm looking for
Vesper is lost in the raw, visceral intensity of Thal's thoughts such that Vox's violet interruption hardly bears mentioning. Her voice, gasping his name with a hunger he's never heard before, unravels every lingering thread of restraint the demigod has left. The way she moves above him—fierce, wild, and utterly consumed by their shared desire—is a sight that etches itself deeply into his mind, burning every detail into memory.
The slick heat of her body clenches tight around his cock, pulling him deeper with every frantic roll of her hips, driving him toward an inevitable climax he wants to delay, but knows he can't. Every tight, wet slide of her against him strips away his control bit by bit, replacing it with a white-hot ache that coils tighter in his core. His shadows ripple urgently, maintaining relentless pressure against her clit, feeding off the intoxicating wave of pleasure he senses building within her. "Come on, Thal," he growls, voice rough and unsteady, breaking with desperate urgency. His fingers tighten possessively around her hips, pulling her closer, guiding her firmly onto him as he feels her body tighten in response. "Gods I need to feel you cum," he begs, almost breathless against her skin.
He wants to hold out, to watch her fall apart first, but as he feels the telltale flutter of her muscles around him, the way she squeezes him even tighter as she rides the razor’s edge of her orgasm, he knows it's a battle he's bound to lose. The pressure is too much—the slick, desperate friction of their bodies and the hungry, breathless moans she gives him send him hurtling toward release.
"Gods—fuck, Thal—" he curses through clenched teeth, feeling his release hurtling toward him with relentless force. "You're gonna be the fuckin' end of me," he snarls against her skin, thrusting hard into her as his climax crashes through him with a force that tears a strangled moan of her name from his throat.
His cock throbs hard, pulsing deep inside her as he spills himself, fingers gripping her skin hard enough to leave marks. Even through the intensity of his own orgasm, he refuses to stop, fucking her roughly through each wave of pleasure, determined to push her over the edge and shatter whatever is left of her self-control.
The slick heat of her body clenches tight around his cock, pulling him deeper with every frantic roll of her hips, driving him toward an inevitable climax he wants to delay, but knows he can't. Every tight, wet slide of her against him strips away his control bit by bit, replacing it with a white-hot ache that coils tighter in his core. His shadows ripple urgently, maintaining relentless pressure against her clit, feeding off the intoxicating wave of pleasure he senses building within her. "Come on, Thal," he growls, voice rough and unsteady, breaking with desperate urgency. His fingers tighten possessively around her hips, pulling her closer, guiding her firmly onto him as he feels her body tighten in response. "Gods I need to feel you cum," he begs, almost breathless against her skin.
He wants to hold out, to watch her fall apart first, but as he feels the telltale flutter of her muscles around him, the way she squeezes him even tighter as she rides the razor’s edge of her orgasm, he knows it's a battle he's bound to lose. The pressure is too much—the slick, desperate friction of their bodies and the hungry, breathless moans she gives him send him hurtling toward release.
"Gods—fuck, Thal—" he curses through clenched teeth, feeling his release hurtling toward him with relentless force. "You're gonna be the fuckin' end of me," he snarls against her skin, thrusting hard into her as his climax crashes through him with a force that tears a strangled moan of her name from his throat.
His cock throbs hard, pulsing deep inside her as he spills himself, fingers gripping her skin hard enough to leave marks. Even through the intensity of his own orgasm, he refuses to stop, fucking her roughly through each wave of pleasure, determined to push her over the edge and shatter whatever is left of her self-control.
but I swear to God I'll find it
☆ has a pale star tattoo beneath his left eye, and freckle-sized constellations move across his skin
☽ hair changes from bleached blonde to brown
☆ telepathic: Sunlit Shadows | The user can read the surface thoughts and emotions of those within a 60ft radius. Control is excellent. Note: "Thoughts and emotions" include anything written in a character's narration in a post.
☽ hair changes from bleached blonde to brown
☆ telepathic: Sunlit Shadows | The user can read the surface thoughts and emotions of those within a 60ft radius. Control is excellent. Note: "Thoughts and emotions" include anything written in a character's narration in a post.
