Tryin' to wash away all the blood I've spilt
This lust is a burden that we both share
This lust is a burden that we both share
Every touch, every sound, every taste - it all combined into a heady intoxication far better than any drink Liam might have once drowned himself in. Maea voiced her approval of his ministrations in wordless moans and cries; the soldier memorized it all, worshipping her with his body as he sought to drive her higher, closer to her eventual release.
Then her hips bucked to meet his, and her tail slipped between them to grasp his cock, and Liam groaned again. ”Fuck, Maea -“ Hers was a light, teasing touch, one that would weaken his gentlemanly resolve until it crumbled away entirely, leaving only primal instinct in its wake.
His hand skimmed down her body, lightly tracing a line from breast to navel and then lower, slipping down to the apex of her thighs. He hummed an approving note as felt how wet she was, stuck, suddenly, between the desire to taste her and to feel her wrapped around his cock. He moved to lightly stroke her clit, teasing, building, marveling at the ways she moved and moaned beneath him. She was so beautiful, so perfect - it was hard, even now, to believe that she was his, that this was his, that she loved him. And yet, here they were, thoroughly entangled with one another, and Liam knew that he would never let her go.
Then her hips bucked to meet his, and her tail slipped between them to grasp his cock, and Liam groaned again. ”Fuck, Maea -“ Hers was a light, teasing touch, one that would weaken his gentlemanly resolve until it crumbled away entirely, leaving only primal instinct in its wake.
His hand skimmed down her body, lightly tracing a line from breast to navel and then lower, slipping down to the apex of her thighs. He hummed an approving note as felt how wet she was, stuck, suddenly, between the desire to taste her and to feel her wrapped around his cock. He moved to lightly stroke her clit, teasing, building, marveling at the ways she moved and moaned beneath him. She was so beautiful, so perfect - it was hard, even now, to believe that she was his, that this was his, that she loved him. And yet, here they were, thoroughly entangled with one another, and Liam knew that he would never let her go.
Two sinners can't atone from a lone prayer
Souls tied, intertwined by our pride and guilt
Souls tied, intertwined by our pride and guilt
Liam
Minor powerplay allowed without permission.
Feel free to use force/magic on Liam.
Feel free to use force/magic on Liam.
