Silver dollar, golden flame
Dirty water, poison rain
Perfect murder, take your aim
Dirty water, poison rain
Perfect murder, take your aim
Her name falls from his lips so many times she starts to lose count, although, honestly, who's keeping score when the game has been long over? There's nothing left to lose, no reins, no control, no rationality, no patience, just stripped bare primal sex consuming her bit by bit.
Suddenly it's too much. His words, his shadows, his hands, his cock, all driving into her, driving her to the edge, cresting over. She doesn't know how she's held out this long, or why. Maybe there's still a lingering stubbornness in her that needs for him to break first, to truly break, because when he does, her body shivers with delight, a final relishing of her power before the end. It's in the way he admits defeat, the snarl of his words making the last of her air gasp then shift into a throaty moan somewhat resembling his name; the way he throbs inside her like the thundering beat of her own heart, stretching and filling each crevice perfectly; the way he clutches violently at her through the intensity of his orgasm, igniting every sensitive nerve aflame with his touch.
She can't stop the torrent of sensations that flood her, a cry of long-awaited release ripping from her chest through the shuddering of her body, "Vesper!!" The orgasm seems to send her into overdrive while simultaneously seizing every muscle, causing a collective tightening around Vesper from her fingers to her thighs to the curl of her toes, all while her hips continue a desperate, jagged rhythm that's completely out of her control. It's anyone's guess whether they're thrusts or jerking spasms that wrack down her spine, her body too far gone into the throughs of primordial pleasure to be making any semblance of sense.
Her mind doesn't fare much better, shattering into fragments of suffocating salt water and blazing fire that steam into bursts of searing white light. Control and coherent thought are the farthest thing from her reach, only the frying of her nerves and waterboarding of her brain registering amongst the waves of pleasure that his determined movements only heighten to a torturous point. She can't tell up from down, left from right, mind from body, her from him. There's only the satisfying hollowing of her soul as she explodes, every part of her burning around the world-ending chaos inside.
Thal can tell she's shaking, reeling from the force that continues to batter her. She is so tightly wound with Vesper that he'll be able to feel each gasping, shuddering breath that never seems to be enough, her moans almost a whimper of foul curses through the blinding haze that scatters her vision. Her hands twist in his hair and across his back, her arching back pressing every burning inch of slick skin against his, her hips sealing her dampness around him through the movements, and her horned head dangling just next to his in a mixture of pleasurable exhaustion and euphoric delirium that rattles her, hovering weightlessly in the in-between.
Suddenly it's too much. His words, his shadows, his hands, his cock, all driving into her, driving her to the edge, cresting over. She doesn't know how she's held out this long, or why. Maybe there's still a lingering stubbornness in her that needs for him to break first, to truly break, because when he does, her body shivers with delight, a final relishing of her power before the end. It's in the way he admits defeat, the snarl of his words making the last of her air gasp then shift into a throaty moan somewhat resembling his name; the way he throbs inside her like the thundering beat of her own heart, stretching and filling each crevice perfectly; the way he clutches violently at her through the intensity of his orgasm, igniting every sensitive nerve aflame with his touch.
She can't stop the torrent of sensations that flood her, a cry of long-awaited release ripping from her chest through the shuddering of her body, "Vesper!!" The orgasm seems to send her into overdrive while simultaneously seizing every muscle, causing a collective tightening around Vesper from her fingers to her thighs to the curl of her toes, all while her hips continue a desperate, jagged rhythm that's completely out of her control. It's anyone's guess whether they're thrusts or jerking spasms that wrack down her spine, her body too far gone into the throughs of primordial pleasure to be making any semblance of sense.
Her mind doesn't fare much better, shattering into fragments of suffocating salt water and blazing fire that steam into bursts of searing white light. Control and coherent thought are the farthest thing from her reach, only the frying of her nerves and waterboarding of her brain registering amongst the waves of pleasure that his determined movements only heighten to a torturous point. She can't tell up from down, left from right, mind from body, her from him. There's only the satisfying hollowing of her soul as she explodes, every part of her burning around the world-ending chaos inside.
Thal can tell she's shaking, reeling from the force that continues to batter her. She is so tightly wound with Vesper that he'll be able to feel each gasping, shuddering breath that never seems to be enough, her moans almost a whimper of foul curses through the blinding haze that scatters her vision. Her hands twist in his hair and across his back, her arching back pressing every burning inch of slick skin against his, her hips sealing her dampness around him through the movements, and her horned head dangling just next to his in a mixture of pleasurable exhaustion and euphoric delirium that rattles her, hovering weightlessly in the in-between.
I don't belong to anyone,
but everybody knows my name
but everybody knows my name
Thalassa
