Thal takes the growl as encouragement, her tongue running hot over the scrape of his neck as he pushes against the heat of her hand. She grins, sharp and feline at the arousal there, gripping him hard in silent demand; but before she can begin her torturous teasing, his water is constricting deliciously against her offered neck. Nipples damp and stinging, she sucks in a deep breath, arching their peaked tips towards him while she relishes in the passage of air down her throat. The slight vibration of her moan ripples the water and the thoughts in her skull, a pleased smile beginning to form, quickly morphing into an open-mouthed gasp as his claws rake down her sides, pants falling blissfully to the floor.
He doesn't waste time hitching her higher, pinning her easily without even needing his hands. Heat blossoms bright in the deep pit of her core, lust guiding her hands. Muted fire dares to lick at her fingertips where they drag greedy over horns, skin, and wings, dancing dangerously from the nape of his neck to the leathery wings that block her from the dim light. Her head tilts into the water, fangs biting her lip as he marks the tender flesh to match the other side. The vigor earns him another insistent tug at his pants, her legs hooking around his hips to pull him closer. Whether in answer to her or of his own volition, she hears Sunjata hiss around the sagging of fabric, her attention divided between that suggestive sound and the ambitious path of his hand between her legs.
Lightning strikes, the crack of it accenting the sharp intake of breath as Thal's nerves ignite, her back pressing forcefully into the wood like it might ground her to the bedpost. Eyes like twin storms, she looks down at Sunjata, his calloused finger poised against her clit, his scarred wrist in her burning grasp. She tightens her hold and braces the other against his wing as she grinds her hips sharply against his fingers, the friction anything but soft as it scrapes pleasure down her spine.
With a low and frustrated growl, Thal doesn't let one surprisingly bold decision be enough, that insatiable hunger shadowing her features into something feral, fangs tinged red as they flash in the low lighting. "Take. Me." The words rip from her chest as if they can blast through whatever restraint he might have, commanding the beast be released.
He doesn't waste time hitching her higher, pinning her easily without even needing his hands. Heat blossoms bright in the deep pit of her core, lust guiding her hands. Muted fire dares to lick at her fingertips where they drag greedy over horns, skin, and wings, dancing dangerously from the nape of his neck to the leathery wings that block her from the dim light. Her head tilts into the water, fangs biting her lip as he marks the tender flesh to match the other side. The vigor earns him another insistent tug at his pants, her legs hooking around his hips to pull him closer. Whether in answer to her or of his own volition, she hears Sunjata hiss around the sagging of fabric, her attention divided between that suggestive sound and the ambitious path of his hand between her legs.
Lightning strikes, the crack of it accenting the sharp intake of breath as Thal's nerves ignite, her back pressing forcefully into the wood like it might ground her to the bedpost. Eyes like twin storms, she looks down at Sunjata, his calloused finger poised against her clit, his scarred wrist in her burning grasp. She tightens her hold and braces the other against his wing as she grinds her hips sharply against his fingers, the friction anything but soft as it scrapes pleasure down her spine.
With a low and frustrated growl, Thal doesn't let one surprisingly bold decision be enough, that insatiable hunger shadowing her features into something feral, fangs tinged red as they flash in the low lighting. "Take. Me." The words rip from her chest as if they can blast through whatever restraint he might have, commanding the beast be released.
we care so much until we don't
Thalassa
