KIADA
the harpy
It makes her turn to putty too, for being such a strong woman, willed and shut off from almost everyone and everything, to be cautious and protective all the same, it isn’t easy for her to let herself open up to the possibilities. But that’s trust, isn’t it? She trusts him so incredibly much, that the hand that wraps around her throat doesn’t fear her, that she uses it to tempt him further. For the possibility of sharp bites and bruises, closing off a bit of wind from her throat, for experiencing and drowning in the ability that is them. Like night and day. Her impatience rivals his patience. His brutish, clumsy actions rival her agility. It’s like they were made for each other, two puzzle pieces able to fit together without any problems at all.
It’s how she fits with him now, legs draped over his shoulders as he gives her a look of hunger and she aches with it, putting on a slight show as she slips the shirt from her body. Entirely bare, scars and porcelain skin laid out for him. A feast, if the shift to her hips are any signs.
She had told him she won’t break, but she knows he’ll be able to get her to beg for it. After all, how long has it been? Perhaps not long in this dream-like state, but where she’s from, a world without him? She can’t remember the last time she’s been worshipped, been devoured, like a Sunday morning prayer, to let her fire encompass and encapsulate. She thinks she might be too much for most, in the end. And here? With him? He’s always been the stone. Unable to be burned, a place of gravity to center herself.
And center herself, she does.
She leans back on her elbows as his tongue meets her, legs spreading slightly further as he taunts her. And he succeeds, with a whimper leaving her as his tongue reaches her clit and it’s not enough. It does manage to make her crave him even further, however, wondering how she should go about giving in, begging to have him inside her as far as he can go and then some. Puzzle pieces, with no space between them. Her back arches with the tender movements he gives her, biting down on her lower lip as the need for him crashes over her like a tidal wave, hips bucking for him, heels pulling him in close. Only he’s paused, withdrawn from her to look, and she seeks out his gaze from between her legs.
A feral grin is sent his way as she reaches with one hand, caressing the back of his head with gentle movements, fingers digging gently into the columns of his neck, before pulling him into her again as her heels try to pull him in and her hips try to settle with a swift movement along his tongue. She won’t let him get away with just that.
It’s how she fits with him now, legs draped over his shoulders as he gives her a look of hunger and she aches with it, putting on a slight show as she slips the shirt from her body. Entirely bare, scars and porcelain skin laid out for him. A feast, if the shift to her hips are any signs.
She had told him she won’t break, but she knows he’ll be able to get her to beg for it. After all, how long has it been? Perhaps not long in this dream-like state, but where she’s from, a world without him? She can’t remember the last time she’s been worshipped, been devoured, like a Sunday morning prayer, to let her fire encompass and encapsulate. She thinks she might be too much for most, in the end. And here? With him? He’s always been the stone. Unable to be burned, a place of gravity to center herself.
And center herself, she does.
She leans back on her elbows as his tongue meets her, legs spreading slightly further as he taunts her. And he succeeds, with a whimper leaving her as his tongue reaches her clit and it’s not enough. It does manage to make her crave him even further, however, wondering how she should go about giving in, begging to have him inside her as far as he can go and then some. Puzzle pieces, with no space between them. Her back arches with the tender movements he gives her, biting down on her lower lip as the need for him crashes over her like a tidal wave, hips bucking for him, heels pulling him in close. Only he’s paused, withdrawn from her to look, and she seeks out his gaze from between her legs.
A feral grin is sent his way as she reaches with one hand, caressing the back of his head with gentle movements, fingers digging gently into the columns of his neck, before pulling him into her again as her heels try to pull him in and her hips try to settle with a swift movement along his tongue. She won’t let him get away with just that.
what a shame we gotta pay for reality
No permission needed for power play!
Feel free to use magic/force on Kiada, without killing her <3
