Well I hope this ain't the part where your last words rip through my heart
He descends on her like rain in the desert. Too quick to soak in entirely, a rush that could be destructive, but also needed so desperately that she takes in every part of him that spills against her. Heavy-lidded eyes only have a moment to behold him in full, his name shaping the breath in her throat, and then she's caught entirely in his storm.
His duty to the summon is brutally executed. He leaves no part of her unattended, and in a matter of six seconds, he undoes her for a lifetime. The weight of him settling upon her is an immediate flare of heat that winds throughout her entirely. Her hands easily relent to the assurance of his shadows as they push in for control, the broken moan of relief that swells exhaling hard into him as his lips collides with hers. She rushes up in a grip to claim him, fingers sliding wild and careless across his face, through his hair, hard and trembling. She bows against him, chasing every bit of contact, obedient to the will of his hand and mouth as he tugs her open even further.
The expert press of his dusk against her clit would have been enough, but the unexpected slide of more that fills her perfectly, and the velvet steel of his voice, they destroy her. Her orgasm breaks like it means for her not to survive it, the first splinter arriving right as he's gone. The shout that tears from her is something grieving, the ache of the sudden loss swallowed back by a blinding pleasure so intense her entire body coils into heat and ruin, no longer belonging to her in that moment. Already starting to cool from where his body's memory departs with a prickle, the sting on her nipple one of the last to fade back into normalcy, she rolls from one orgasm into the next effortlessly.
Her body trembles quietly. She lays there, surviving the aftershocks of his visit, an arm slung over her face to soak up the sobs that shake her as much as the fading heat. Eventually sleep tugs her from feeling either.
[FIN]
His duty to the summon is brutally executed. He leaves no part of her unattended, and in a matter of six seconds, he undoes her for a lifetime. The weight of him settling upon her is an immediate flare of heat that winds throughout her entirely. Her hands easily relent to the assurance of his shadows as they push in for control, the broken moan of relief that swells exhaling hard into him as his lips collides with hers. She rushes up in a grip to claim him, fingers sliding wild and careless across his face, through his hair, hard and trembling. She bows against him, chasing every bit of contact, obedient to the will of his hand and mouth as he tugs her open even further.
The expert press of his dusk against her clit would have been enough, but the unexpected slide of more that fills her perfectly, and the velvet steel of his voice, they destroy her. Her orgasm breaks like it means for her not to survive it, the first splinter arriving right as he's gone. The shout that tears from her is something grieving, the ache of the sudden loss swallowed back by a blinding pleasure so intense her entire body coils into heat and ruin, no longer belonging to her in that moment. Already starting to cool from where his body's memory departs with a prickle, the sting on her nipple one of the last to fade back into normalcy, she rolls from one orgasm into the next effortlessly.
Her body trembles quietly. She lays there, surviving the aftershocks of his visit, an arm slung over her face to soak up the sobs that shake her as much as the fading heat. Eventually sleep tugs her from feeling either.
[FIN]
Colt
It's like the furniture is gone, but there's an imprint left behind
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.
