Thal notes the low laughter and the light shiver and the rising heat with a growing smirk. Every challenge is taken, every demand met with clinical efficiency that gives her just enough to appreciate the choice - but she's not satisfied yet, and she won't be until he's ravaging her like the beast these horns belong to. She tightens her grip on the black spiral as if it could release the trapped beast from its cage, pulling at the same time his hand tangles into her hair so she can place her fangs along his neck. Their sharps tips scrape along vulnerable skin, snagging just enough to raise a welted line, drawing the smallest drop of blood where she can feel his heart beating beneath her greedy lips.
They open in a short humming moan of approval when his fingers tweak against her nipple, her chest lifting to press against the ocean breeze that cools his fleeting touch to an ache. The sensation trails deep into her stomach, her hand heating as it reaches his pants the same time he has hers. She doesn't pause or hesitate as she rubs her palm over him, the burn of her magic enough to penetrate the material in quiet encouragement and coy teasing.
But her attention is suddenly on the water shifting around her body. It moves across her skin like a wet tongue, awakening her nerves when it passes over in a new sensation of encompassing contact, leaving behind a tingling echo of where it's been as the hot and cold air play across the damp surface. She takes a deep breath around the feeling, head lifting to welcome the water against her throat, her body singing with a symphony of rising desires pulsing from the suggestive pressure against her neck. It's a hungry pit growing in her stomach, an electric current sparking to life, a fire only just being fueled. Thal tugs forcefully at his pants when she growls. "More." More pressure, more control, more pleasure, more pain, more everything. Just more until the hunger has been satisfied.
They open in a short humming moan of approval when his fingers tweak against her nipple, her chest lifting to press against the ocean breeze that cools his fleeting touch to an ache. The sensation trails deep into her stomach, her hand heating as it reaches his pants the same time he has hers. She doesn't pause or hesitate as she rubs her palm over him, the burn of her magic enough to penetrate the material in quiet encouragement and coy teasing.
But her attention is suddenly on the water shifting around her body. It moves across her skin like a wet tongue, awakening her nerves when it passes over in a new sensation of encompassing contact, leaving behind a tingling echo of where it's been as the hot and cold air play across the damp surface. She takes a deep breath around the feeling, head lifting to welcome the water against her throat, her body singing with a symphony of rising desires pulsing from the suggestive pressure against her neck. It's a hungry pit growing in her stomach, an electric current sparking to life, a fire only just being fueled. Thal tugs forcefully at his pants when she growls. "More." More pressure, more control, more pleasure, more pain, more everything. Just more until the hunger has been satisfied.
we care so much until we don't
Thalassa
