From Attuned to Ascended to Ancient, Kiada Njovu-Reyes has been reborn several times throughout her short life, but her fighting spirit has never once been diminished. With beauty, grace and a quick wit, Kiada is the whole package wrapped in an infectious smile. Recent endeavours have found her in the heart of the Hollowed Grounds, aiding the region and bettering it for her new Ancient kin, and whatever she does next, we know it's sure to pack a punch.
Congratulations, Kiada!
Credits
Court of the Fallen was created in October of 2018 by Odd, Honey, and Crooked.
Skinning and hosting by the epically talented Kaons, and functionality fanciness by the coding magic of Neowulf. If you ever see either of them around, make sure to show them some love!
The only downside of Sam's teeth against his neck was the strangeness of not having anything for his own mouth to be doing. Letting his head slip back slightly, Remi squeezed his eyes shut, enjoying the brilliant dance of erotic imagery ghosting behind his eyelids as he lost himself deeper into the waters of Sam's bite.
Gasping as Sam pulled away, Remi's hand gripped with a predatory neediness against the back of Sam's hip, driving him ever closer even as the loss of the ascended's chemicals pulled against him coldly like a receding wave. Following languidly as Sam encouraged his body on top of his once again, Remi hungrily smiled down, his lips and teeth hungry to engorge himself on what he'd been denied while Sam's teeth were at work. Licking the taste of his own blood of Sam's lips incited something predatory within him, and the rumble that echoed through his chest was decidedly feline and definitely voracious.
"There is something to be done first.." Remi whispered huskily against Sam's ear, nipping at his lobe. Sliding down Sam's body once again, the alchemist trailed a line of kisses that were decidedly straighter and faster than his hazy descent had been previously. Halting around Sam's hip bone, Remi looked up with a reassuring, if not heat-filled, smile. With magic at his disposal, Sam's first time didn't need to be like his had been. With a hand that slowly trailed along the back of Sam's thigh, Remi planted kiss after kiss on the inside of the opposite leg, as a clear substance appeared on his fingers. Timing it so that the instant his fingers began to try and relax the skin around the hole Sam had been begging him to be in, his lips and tongue would close around the head of his cock. Moaning as he took the man into his mouth, Remi's tongue expertly trailed and flattened around the hardness of Sam, while his lips evenly rushed up and down. His fingers meanwhile gently massaged and lubricated to prepare Sam for what he'd asked for.
remi
Come on skinny love just last the year Pour a little salt we were never here
Speaks with a thick Italian accent.
Force and magic can be used against Remi without permission.