your hands are scarred from murder

MAEA

Oh, she liked it. Liked it very much indeed. The way he moved his tongue over her was all kinds of incredible, and try as she might Maea wasn't able to stay quiet. It was such an intense, ceaseless torrent of pleasure that she thought she might drown. Far more intimate than anything they'd done so far, because he was eating her, feasting on her, and she didn't want it to stop.

As his tongue picked up the pace, so too did her moans come quicker, more desperate, egging him on. Her voice deepened too when he hit certain spots, driving her far beyond thinking or caring about anything than him, his mouth, his hands... His tongue got rougher and faster, making her spine arch, pain ebbing away in favor of this insane pleasure.

Then he pushed a finger inside her, and Maea shuddered, groaned with a voice that could as well have come straight from her thighs. Every bit of focus went straight to her core, to the muscles that tensed and tightened around his finger. Shifting under him, she balled her fist into the sheets by her head, fingers closing tight around his horn as she shifted. Pressed closer, pushed herself down to sheathe him in deeper. She was gasping, praying, his name on her lips in a plea not to stop, to keep going.

Lost in a world full of non-believers
Searching for smoke in a still water pond

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