Maea
And time it waits for no one
It heals them when you die
It heals them when you die
She was oh, so willing to help, to take the weight of herself back and settle it on trembling legs, to brace herself against his chest and move. His hand, the fingers cupping her ass, set the pace and while it was tempting to try and increase it, to go faster, Maea feared he would break this all off again if she tried. So she fit her smoldering pyre to burn as his will dictated, her body bending and twisting to accommodate him - the only man she would willingly submit to - and the long, white tresses spilled a moonlight waterfall down her back and shoulders as she arched her spine, helped him find her breast. His mouth was hot against her skin, but for once Maea was warm to the touch, her own hide glistening with a thin sheen of sweat, silver to his bronze.
Yet he was the light in her darkness. A sliver of starlight in a world full of shadows, whether he knew it or not. Whether he ever cared to admit it or not. He had brought life to her death, and here she gave all of it to him, in the sound of her voice as it filled the air of the room, in the coil and release of wiry muscles, dancer-sleek and agile, built to endure.
His tongue found the stiff peak of her nipple and as she growled a hoarse approval, Maea tried to push herself both towards his mouth and further onto his cock at the same time, torn and rent by the dual pleasures. Raking her hand through his hair again, she found the horns sprouted from his head, and she clasped on of them, tried to tug him gently down, to better reach the soft curve of her breast, bouncing seductively as she sheathed him in herself, over and over again.
Yet he was the light in her darkness. A sliver of starlight in a world full of shadows, whether he knew it or not. Whether he ever cared to admit it or not. He had brought life to her death, and here she gave all of it to him, in the sound of her voice as it filled the air of the room, in the coil and release of wiry muscles, dancer-sleek and agile, built to endure.
His tongue found the stiff peak of her nipple and as she growled a hoarse approval, Maea tried to push herself both towards his mouth and further onto his cock at the same time, torn and rent by the dual pleasures. Raking her hand through his hair again, she found the horns sprouted from his head, and she clasped on of them, tried to tug him gently down, to better reach the soft curve of her breast, bouncing seductively as she sheathed him in herself, over and over again.
And soon you are forgotten
A whisper within a sigh
A whisper within a sigh
