JACK
It might not be enough for The Ark yet, but she's demanding plenty of him thus far, so much that it doesn't take long for the last of his concentration to melt into an unbridled need for more and for his hands to grow rougher in her hair and between her thighs. Only as her arm hooks around his shoulders does Jack release the tight hold he's had on her tresses, sending them toppling forward for a second as his hips buck deeply into her.
His fingers cover her own on the ledge now, pinning her hand there even as the waters of her mind grow ragged with pleasure, something dark and deep and wild rising from the depths to consume her whole. She doesn't need to warn him and Jack doesn't need to hear it - one of the best parts about this is what goes unsaid. No performance to make it seem appropriate, no teasing or coaxing; just raw pleasure that needs no preamble, such that as he realises how close she is, no part of the Captain feels it necessary to slow down.
The broken echo of her cry of pleasure has a few hels taking flight across the beach, has a few heads turning back up on the paths too, but even if they were in range of his magic Jack wouldn't have paid them any mind. He cums less than a second after The Ark does, drawing her up and against him further, hips stuttering with each sharp wave of ecstasy. Breathing harder than he'd given himself credit and seeing little but the halo of light where the sun meets the sea, whilst it might be morbid thing to consider, Jack realises that this would be the best time for someone to try to kill him, if they were planning to do it.
Funny how the mind works.
His fingers cover her own on the ledge now, pinning her hand there even as the waters of her mind grow ragged with pleasure, something dark and deep and wild rising from the depths to consume her whole. She doesn't need to warn him and Jack doesn't need to hear it - one of the best parts about this is what goes unsaid. No performance to make it seem appropriate, no teasing or coaxing; just raw pleasure that needs no preamble, such that as he realises how close she is, no part of the Captain feels it necessary to slow down.
The broken echo of her cry of pleasure has a few hels taking flight across the beach, has a few heads turning back up on the paths too, but even if they were in range of his magic Jack wouldn't have paid them any mind. He cums less than a second after The Ark does, drawing her up and against him further, hips stuttering with each sharp wave of ecstasy. Breathing harder than he'd given himself credit and seeing little but the halo of light where the sun meets the sea, whilst it might be morbid thing to consider, Jack realises that this would be the best time for someone to try to kill him, if they were planning to do it.
Funny how the mind works.
fight so dirty but you love so sweet
talk so pretty but your heart got teeth
talk so pretty but your heart got teeth
- Secret Telepath
- Functionally Immortal (Forever 35)
- Two small star tattoos beneath his left eye
- Click for The Ark!
