Like a storm pummeling the side of a ship, Thal stands firm in her control, meeting every thrust with her own efforts, guiding them both towards the break in the current, able to see the path in her mind's eye. But as he pulls her down harder - a rough, bruising force that edges at the balance of control between them - Thal feels the shift, feels the tightening of the reigns in his direction, relishes in the freedom it gives her.
She arches her back into the wood, mouth open in a gasping moan of strain and mounting pleasure, digging her nails deeper into his back while his teeth find her neck again. Her head angles up, into his mouth, encouraging him to bite harder, to push more, to take whatever he needs.
"Yes," she growls, breaths turning shallow with the exertion of meeting his new brutal pace, fire threatening to lick at her fingertips. Her tail lashes, another strike of lightning echoing in the distance as she feels that hunger setting its fangs to her, a sharp bite of ecstasy beginning to rise like molten lava. "More." The demand echoes between them, sharp and greedy, looking for Sunjata to burn the leash to ash.
She arches her back into the wood, mouth open in a gasping moan of strain and mounting pleasure, digging her nails deeper into his back while his teeth find her neck again. Her head angles up, into his mouth, encouraging him to bite harder, to push more, to take whatever he needs.
"Yes," she growls, breaths turning shallow with the exertion of meeting his new brutal pace, fire threatening to lick at her fingertips. Her tail lashes, another strike of lightning echoing in the distance as she feels that hunger setting its fangs to her, a sharp bite of ecstasy beginning to rise like molten lava. "More." The demand echoes between them, sharp and greedy, looking for Sunjata to burn the leash to ash.
we care so much until we don't
Thalassa
