i'll follow you into the dark

Amalia

the shield of safrin

she does not know what it's like
not to have deep emotions

It's a testament to the lithe and limberness of her body as well as his skill that they are able to adjust their courses so easily. Amalia's back arcs as he pulls her back, her hands and wings pressing forward on the counter to give her leverage against his thrusts. She's already thrown into more of a fervor than she'd ever known she could reach; the addition of his fingers on her clit and his breath on her neck is more than she can bear.

Her orgasm is a hard and fierce thing, shuddering down the length of her spine. She tightens around him as it takes her, leaving her hair literally alight, her head thrown back in wanton ecstasy, a wild moan torn from her throat. She reaches for him as she cums, grasping back blindly to hold him against her with only her wings to keep them balanced as she clings to his ass with one hand, his shoulder with the other. "Hnnng-" she groans in a fevered prayer as the last of the thrill courses through her, leaving her utterly spent.

With legs of jelly Amalia sags, slumping forward with her hands on the counter as her wings tuck neatly away. She's speechless, her mind hazy with the aftermaths of lust and release, breathing heavily and shuddering as her onyx gaze falls closed.

even when she feels nothing
she feels it completely