i wanted to be ruined —
a little more than i wanted
— to be loved
She might be a good singer, she’s never really tried. Once, a prayer sung with Amalia and Deimos in the attuned bond as they flew over the sea of glass. But that had been playful, not a serious attempt, and if only he could hear the tones that leave her voice — lilting and light, it might be something special. As it stands, however, he can’t. And so she gives him a show with it, reacting in ways that showed her pleasure rather than letting him hear. Inadvertently that meant sending the feelings down the bond as well, a shuddering, shimmering anticipation.
One that he gives into as the marks are left on her neck and she trembles as he continues — internally pleased she’s spending a whole season here just on the off chance Deimos might see the marks placed onto her skin. And what a conversation that would be.
Her back arches again, the small of her back making a small amount of space as he toys with her, chest rising and falling with her panting and hands trembling in their once sure strokes through his hair. She grinds against his hand again, tightening her walls around his finger, a softer whimper leaving her with the sensation — and he could do his best with it, but it still wasn’t entirely enough for her.
She needs him, almost wild with it. She can tell that he wants it too with the hardness at her back, trapped from fully indulging in her. So she tilts her head a bit, aiming to flatten her torso a bit beneath his as she twists, aiming to catch his lips with her own, sounds coloring the air from her nose as he continues his game.
One that he gives into as the marks are left on her neck and she trembles as he continues — internally pleased she’s spending a whole season here just on the off chance Deimos might see the marks placed onto her skin. And what a conversation that would be.
Her back arches again, the small of her back making a small amount of space as he toys with her, chest rising and falling with her panting and hands trembling in their once sure strokes through his hair. She grinds against his hand again, tightening her walls around his finger, a softer whimper leaving her with the sensation — and he could do his best with it, but it still wasn’t entirely enough for her.
She needs him, almost wild with it. She can tell that he wants it too with the hardness at her back, trapped from fully indulging in her. So she tilts her head a bit, aiming to flatten her torso a bit beneath his as she twists, aiming to catch his lips with her own, sounds coloring the air from her nose as he continues his game.
KIADA
No permission needed for power play!
Feel free to use magic/force on Kiada, without killing her <3
