i can make the badguys good for a weekend
The wall meets her back hard enough to knock the breath from her lungs, and Charlie clings to Jack, arms and thighs locking tight as she resists the movement of his hips, meeting every driving motion with a fierce, hungry counter that turns the collision of their bodies into something feral and bright. The faster he moves, the more she answers, muscles coiling and uncoiling as if she’s daring him to keep up, to push harder, to lose himself with her.
Fire suddenly crawls along the shelves, licks at the edges of crates, sparks leaping free as her control frays. The room glows, pulses, breathes with them, and Charlie grits her teeth against it, fighting the instinct to let herself burn fully the way she would with another Ancient. Every surge inside her feeds the blaze, heat climbing higher and higher until it feels like she’s holding an inferno behind her ribs.
His name echoes from her again and again, louder each time, filling the small space like a ward, like a warning, like a challenge to anyone foolish enough to interrupt whatever holy catastrophe is unfolding here to see why the storage room was suddenly pulsing with ligth and heat. Her tail coils between them, spade tip rolling against her clit, adding to the friction and pressure until the tension inside her winds so tight it’s almost painful.
"Like that," she pants, voice breaking as Jack's fire crests over her. Charlie arches, pushing her upper body away from The Captain just enough to brace her hands against the wall, surrendering to the heat that finally takes her as release tears through her like a wildfire catching dry land.
Fire erupts upward, streaking across the ceiling and walls in brilliant arcs as she screams his name, body shaking, light pouring out of her in molten waves. For a moment the world is nothing but flame and sound and the echo of pleasure, until the blaze softens at last, embers drifting down as she sags against the wall, glowing and breathless and entirely undone.
Fire suddenly crawls along the shelves, licks at the edges of crates, sparks leaping free as her control frays. The room glows, pulses, breathes with them, and Charlie grits her teeth against it, fighting the instinct to let herself burn fully the way she would with another Ancient. Every surge inside her feeds the blaze, heat climbing higher and higher until it feels like she’s holding an inferno behind her ribs.
His name echoes from her again and again, louder each time, filling the small space like a ward, like a warning, like a challenge to anyone foolish enough to interrupt whatever holy catastrophe is unfolding here to see why the storage room was suddenly pulsing with ligth and heat. Her tail coils between them, spade tip rolling against her clit, adding to the friction and pressure until the tension inside her winds so tight it’s almost painful.
"Like that," she pants, voice breaking as Jack's fire crests over her. Charlie arches, pushing her upper body away from The Captain just enough to brace her hands against the wall, surrendering to the heat that finally takes her as release tears through her like a wildfire catching dry land.
Fire erupts upward, streaking across the ceiling and walls in brilliant arcs as she screams his name, body shaking, light pouring out of her in molten waves. For a moment the world is nothing but flame and sound and the echo of pleasure, until the blaze softens at last, embers drifting down as she sags against the wall, glowing and breathless and entirely undone.
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Hella golden retriever energy. Small unrefined horns made of ruby. Regular spade-shaped tail.
