Fool me once, fool me twice
Are you death or paradise?
Are you death or paradise?
Thal knows what hunger looks like, feels it as a constant nagging in her stomach, sees it in the eyes of her fellow Ancients, and watches as it drips from Vesper like violence. It sends a longing, searing heat through her body as her flames wrap around her. It's everything she wants, everything she longs to see as she dances and plays her role, showing him every inch of her sexy figure, knowing that it will only drive him to the tipping edge - the same ledge every Ancient knows all too well - the one that ends in ravaging need that makes them feral.
His growling word tells her she's succeeded, images of his tide jaguar form flashing before her eyes like he might just grow teeth of his own. A sharp intake of breath makes her vision swirl as he pulls her down onto his mouth, her hands moving to brace against his hair and the ground in the sudden claiming of her heat. It sends a crackling of flames through her veins, her body reacting to every lap of his tongue like a whip across her back, one that has her feeling weak with need - and she loves every debilitating second of it.
When she finally adjusts to the onslaught of sensation, she looks down at Vesper, catching a glimpse of him beneath her legs as he devours her like a starving man. It makes the coiling pressure in her core tighten, knowing he has no intentions - no control - to stop; but as she looks up, Thal lets out a low groan, seeing the way her face is already flushing in the growing heat, the parting of her lips a silent prayer for him not to stop, her hips attempting to roll against the deeper exploration of her. She can't help the way her body stutters in response to his echoing groan, the way it sends a vibration from her clit to the top of her head, her eyes fluttering at the sensation.
Gasping a breath, she sits back to his bracing hand, moving her own from the ground to cover his just below her breast. Squeezing tighter, she lets her head fall back just enough not to lose sight of herself, her other hand tangling in Vesper's hair as she bites a fang against her lips, drawing blood in the force of her growing desire.
His growling word tells her she's succeeded, images of his tide jaguar form flashing before her eyes like he might just grow teeth of his own. A sharp intake of breath makes her vision swirl as he pulls her down onto his mouth, her hands moving to brace against his hair and the ground in the sudden claiming of her heat. It sends a crackling of flames through her veins, her body reacting to every lap of his tongue like a whip across her back, one that has her feeling weak with need - and she loves every debilitating second of it.
When she finally adjusts to the onslaught of sensation, she looks down at Vesper, catching a glimpse of him beneath her legs as he devours her like a starving man. It makes the coiling pressure in her core tighten, knowing he has no intentions - no control - to stop; but as she looks up, Thal lets out a low groan, seeing the way her face is already flushing in the growing heat, the parting of her lips a silent prayer for him not to stop, her hips attempting to roll against the deeper exploration of her. She can't help the way her body stutters in response to his echoing groan, the way it sends a vibration from her clit to the top of her head, her eyes fluttering at the sensation.
Gasping a breath, she sits back to his bracing hand, moving her own from the ground to cover his just below her breast. Squeezing tighter, she lets her head fall back just enough not to lose sight of herself, her other hand tangling in Vesper's hair as she bites a fang against her lips, drawing blood in the force of her growing desire.
Now you'll never see me cry
There's just no time to die
There's just no time to die
Thalassa
