COLT
She lied, earlier. She has one defense left. Just a thin hug of cotton doing its best to stand against the pummel of Vesper's arousal. It doesn't keep him from driving her mad, doesn't stop the gasoline he ignites from razing through every inch of her core like he wants to watch her be reduced to ash. Like all the rest of her last stands thus far, it's just a prop pretending to be strong enough to stop him.
It's everything in her not to beckon the shadows he summons to also peel away her own meager shield—it's done her little good, after all. It's better than it remains though, the only sensible thing left between them where regret might otherwise take hold, sandpaper certain then. Though, any thoguht becomes no more than a fading wisp the moment he's released entirely. Everything she thought she knew about wanting him feels little more than pretend as his cock sets against her thighs, the skin on skin drag a brand that feels fresh from the fire. The entirety of her body throbs with need of him, the tempo set with her pulse, like he's the one in control of her heartbeat now.
His outcry is her favorite drink. His voice, a feast.
"Another day, honey," she croons in response, her mind set on the course of expending him now, a point to focus upon instead of just drowning in him. "Now, let me have you for once." Her smile coasts against his neck as she starts to shimmy lower, her hair like reins in his hands that she needs him to release so she can get low enough to guide him against her tongue, warm and wanting.
It's everything in her not to beckon the shadows he summons to also peel away her own meager shield—it's done her little good, after all. It's better than it remains though, the only sensible thing left between them where regret might otherwise take hold, sandpaper certain then. Though, any thoguht becomes no more than a fading wisp the moment he's released entirely. Everything she thought she knew about wanting him feels little more than pretend as his cock sets against her thighs, the skin on skin drag a brand that feels fresh from the fire. The entirety of her body throbs with need of him, the tempo set with her pulse, like he's the one in control of her heartbeat now.
His outcry is her favorite drink. His voice, a feast.
"Another day, honey," she croons in response, her mind set on the course of expending him now, a point to focus upon instead of just drowning in him. "Now, let me have you for once." Her smile coasts against his neck as she starts to shimmy lower, her hair like reins in his hands that she needs him to release so she can get low enough to guide him against her tongue, warm and wanting.
Baby, don't fall for me, I'll tell you right now
You're gonna hate me when we hit the ground
Think you're gonna fix me, think we're making progress
You'll be broken with me somewhere in the process
You're gonna hate me when we hit the ground
Think you're gonna fix me, think we're making progress
You'll be broken with me somewhere in the process
Received a Gilded Market wig from Remi that resembles her usual hair and is enchanted to stay on better than most wigs | has a reverse centaur tattoo on her left hand with the legs going down her pointer and middle fingers that looks like this.
