Then my mind's-eye gets to sinkin' into the ocean

Rather than draw away from the aggression, he pulls her closer, his wings shadowing her from the light as his airy laugh heats the space where his lips follow. She tilts her head, keeping her firm hold on his collar to pull him closer to the sliver of neck she's granted him. Her own voice is less uncertain, commanding attention the same way she does with her sailors - with a touch of sultry intrigue. "No, but I think you can figure it out without me needing to tell you." In other words: just do it and you'll know pretty quick if it's the wrong choice.

His teeth graze her neck, just enough to entice her before he draws away. She releases his shirt to let him strip it off, the stormy blue of her gaze tracking the movements like a predator, tail curling slow behind her. The scars are an impressive display, matching his face and wings for intensity. The mechanism of injury for all of them is unclear, although she can tell that some would have hurt more than others. She wonders if any of them might have killed him in the process, but the thoughts don't distract her from the task at hand, from wanting to feel him against her with the same level of brutality shown to his body. 

Standing with her back to the bed, Thal reaches for the buttons of her shirt, a wicked sort of smile sent his way while she continues to drink him in. A few quick strides are all it takes to close the distance, her bra half exposed, the next button is poised between her fingers when he crowds her space more intensely than before. It forces her back far enough for the back of her legs to hit the bedframe, head tilting up towards him with another approving glint in her eyes that demands he not stop whatever he might be about to do.

we care so much until we don't

Thalassa

we keep on doing this again and again
the same old things expecting something different

“Uh huh.” Sunjata confirms to her with a warm breath against the column of her pale throat, before he’s pulling away to shed himself of his shirt. Her quiet wonder over whether any of them might have killed him when they occurred would be met with at least two of them. The scar that trails down the side of his neck, following a main artery that was perhaps one of his oldest ones had nearly done the trick, as had the lightning scar that descends on his entire right hand side.

He doesn’t say anything about it, though, focuses on her as he corrals her back toward the bed, the rustle of leathery wings a backdrop to the crackling fire and the salt kissed breeze that seems to come from nowhere. In the interim, his silver gaze trails the pop of buttons, the way one still plays between her fingers as he backs her up against the edge of the bed. One hand snags at hers still between her breasts for the next button, the other reaches up to undo that button with a well practiced motion.

Her hand is released as he starts to tug the shirt free of her, exposing her torso just as his own is, and he drops closer to her, lips finding her shoulder and collarbone, teeth snagging at the straps of her bra to tug them off as his fingers work yet again to undo her bra. He nips at her skin in the process of this removal, but once he’s done his wings twist forward, pressing against her shoulders to get her to sit or lay back as he slips her bra off.

but by now we know it's never gonna change
i'm not trying to complain, i'm just saying it's a waste

The progression of her own undress is halted by the firm hand that holds hers. Thal lets him peel her hand away for him to take over, feeling the release of the button while her eyes remain locked on his, judging his every decision. With a few quick movements, he's stripping her shirt off to expose the milky skin beneath. Unlike Sunjata's, it's mostly clear of major scars, although a few serve as faded reminders during her amateur years as a pirate: a stab wound to the right shoulder and lower abdomen, a slash across her ribs. The largest of them is the jagged mark of claws raking down her left back towards her hand, still a pale fresh pink. 

His head dives towards her newly exposed shoulder, her hand tangling sharply into his hair while his mouth varies its attentions between teasing nips, scraping teeth, and soft lips that have her conflicted. She hooks an impatient leg up around the back of his thigh as she feels her bra snap off; with a flick of her wrist, it's gone, a salty breeze brushing against her nipples and lifting them to sensitive peaks she presses provocatively into his scarred chest. 

With one hand wrapped securely in the locks of his hair, Thal reaches the other around his back, fingers inadvertently brushing along the leather of his wings before digging into his shoulder blade, only to then drag across skin as he pushes her back into the bed. It cushions her descent, blonde hair flaring onto the red sheets like a demonic halo through her blackened horns. A distant snap of lightning sounds as she lets out a low growl, tail tip snapping like a whip when she flashes her fangs at him. "Too soft."

Propping up on an elbow, the storm in her eyes narrows before she's gone in a blink of shadowy darkness. She reappears just behind him, nails skimming the center of his wing as she steps to the side, taunting. "Too easy." Before he can turn to her, Thal darts to the other side of the bed to lean against the bedpost with crossed arms, a reproachful glare in her eyes. "Too tame."

we care so much until we don't

Thalassa

we keep on doing this again and again
the same old things expecting something different

Her own scars are curious enough – but he isn’t here to talk about them or wax poetry about them, instead focusing on the task of slipping her clothes off and honestly testing the waters. He doesn’t know her, and until he’s directed otherwise (which she soon does much to his pleasure), Sunjata will keep on this trajectory.

Fingers in his hair are absolutely welcome, but it’s the fingers that brush along the leather of his wings that have them shivering slightly and his breath hitching – only so far as getting her to fall back on the bed before she’s loosening that low growl, her tail twitching like an annoyed feline’s, before she’s vanishing with instructions.

It sparks a deep, accented laugh as he straightens up, a low and sultry thing that cuts through as she focuses on his wings again, before she’s there and gone once more in an instant, looking at him like it was easy. His eyes are dark with amusement as he peers across at her, wings shaking out before they tuck in tight. “Right, right.” He hums, stepping away from the bed into a deep shadow cast by the bed, effectively vanishing before water streaks out toward her.

It winds around her middle, grappling her to the bedpost before he’s there in an instant – reappearing with all horns and wings, crowding her space instantly and reaching for her jaw, lifting it up to him as he bends down into her space and actually snags a marking bite against the milky column of her neck.

but by now we know it's never gonna change
i'm not trying to complain, i'm just saying it's a waste

Some men might have taken offense at her words - might have found the effort and aggression she requires too much - but Sunjata laughs, and Thal immediately knows that she's made the right choice tonight. She flicks her tail, not moving as she waits expectantly for him to act, to prove that he's more than some tame toy she can push around. 

Despite the intense tracking of her gaze, he fades seductively into a shadow, her heartrate nearly purring with anticipation. She doesn't expect the blast of water that bursts forth, and she can't dart before it has her in its grasp, winding around her middle to secure her to the solid wood of the bedpost. The water itself is a hard current, coiling and rushing around her to keep her in place as Sunjata appears back in proximity.

His fingers grip her jaw, angling it up so he can mark her neck in a pinched bite of skin, no longer soft lips or nips. It's a start, her blood answering with a soft ripple of heat that has her smirking around a huff of dark laughter. "Better," she croons, although the praise is muted, suggesting that he still has farther to go until she's satisfied. 

She answers by placing on hand tight around his horn and another deceptively gentle hand against his chest. There's heat on her fingertips - just shy of the burning point - and she drags it across scars and muscle down towards his abdomen and lower, waiting for the seething breath of pain, for him to stop her or urge her on.

we care so much until we don't

Thalassa

we keep on doing this again and again
the same old things expecting something different

A low laugh slips from the Heartless’ throat to hear her muted better. It’s amusement painted in attraction and it has Sunjata leaving that mark that will surely bruise as he keeps the band of water wrapped around her middle. He floods the space in front of her with his body and she’d note the shiver that races through him to feel her hand on his horn, the other pressed lightly to his chest.

And then, a heartbeat later there’s heat. Enough that his chest starts to flare and a part of him feels that brief thought that she might brand him. It would be a first, despite all the scars that linger on his skin. Still, it goes straight through him in a lightning strike of desire, one that follows the path her hand takes until he’s sure she realizes he’s not opposed to a bit of fireplay.

His hands, however, keep moving. The one at her jaw sweeps back into her blonde hair, tangling through the strands there as his other hand slips down her chest, palming at her breast and teasing at her peaked nipple before its descending to her pants she still wears. His hand slides through the grappling water with all of the ease of his old moniker, the way it appears to bend for his very whim. An ocean in the form of a man, though perhaps not the kind of ocean the Ancient in front of him is used to.

Instead, taking her own expectations into account, the grappling magic rises, the tendrils of water leaving her skin wet until it settles at her throat.

but by now we know it's never gonna change
i'm not trying to complain, i'm just saying it's a waste

Thal notes the low laughter and the light shiver and the rising heat with a growing smirk. Every challenge is taken, every demand met with clinical efficiency that gives her just enough to appreciate the choice - but she's not satisfied yet, and she won't be until he's ravaging her like the beast these horns belong to. She tightens her grip on the black spiral as if it could release the trapped beast from its cage, pulling at the same time his hand tangles into her hair so she can place her fangs along his neck. Their sharps tips scrape along vulnerable skin, snagging just enough to raise a welted line, drawing the smallest drop of blood where she can feel his heart beating beneath her greedy lips. 

They open in a short humming moan of approval when his fingers tweak against her nipple, her chest lifting to press against the ocean breeze that cools his fleeting touch to an ache. The sensation trails deep into her stomach, her hand heating as it reaches his pants the same time he has hers. She doesn't pause or hesitate as she rubs her palm over him, the burn of her magic enough to penetrate the material in quiet encouragement and coy teasing. 

But her attention is suddenly on the water shifting around her body. It moves across her skin like a wet tongue, awakening her nerves when it passes over in a new sensation of encompassing contact, leaving behind a tingling echo of where it's been as the hot and cold air play across the damp surface. She takes a deep breath around the feeling, head lifting to welcome the water against her throat, her body singing with a symphony of rising desires pulsing from the suggestive pressure against her neck. It's a hungry pit growing in her stomach, an electric current sparking to life, a fire only just being fueled. Thal tugs forcefully at his pants when she growls. "More." More pressure, more control, more pleasure, more pain, more everything. Just more until the hunger has been satisfied.

we care so much until we don't

Thalassa

we keep on doing this again and again
the same old things expecting something different

This close, she’d be able to tell that he isn’t unfamiliar with sharp teeth that draw blood — his neck littered in collars of silver scars from fangs over and over again, mottled and uniquely him. However, it has been a while since anyone had done it to him, so the second he feels the pink line set and the blood that sparks to the surface in a sharp little beat of pain, goosebumps rise to the surface as a low growl slips from his throat.

He’s mostly become accustomed to being used, to give and give with little in return, but as Thalassa’s hand finds his arousal and she palms him, Sunjata leans a touch closer into it, lust and desire very clear in the motions he does. He works his magic, tweaks her nipples before moving onto the next one, and when he finally gets her pinned exactly where he’d like her, the water tightens around her throat. The hand at her chest is abandoned for the moment in favor for slipping her out of those tight pants, fingers tipped in sharp claws leaving pink lines down her sides and hips in answer to her.

Once he’s finally shed her of any further trappings, Sunjata dives in again, biting and greedy as he leaves another mark on the opposite side of her neck as he hitches her up, balancing her between his magic and his wings that corral her against the post of the bed frame. It gives him time to shift his hand back to the calloused smooth fingers as he slips it up the inside of her thigh, seeking her heat and slickness while his other hand finds the button of his pants. A hiss of relief leaves him when he manages to get it undone, multitasking as he drops his pants and his other hand slips in to stroke her clit without any preamble.

Something tells him she’ll appreciate the directness.

but by now we know it's never gonna change
i'm not trying to complain, i'm just saying it's a waste

Thal takes the growl as encouragement, her tongue running hot over the scrape of his neck as he pushes against the heat of her hand. She grins, sharp and feline at the arousal there, gripping him hard in silent demand; but before she can begin her torturous teasing, his water is constricting deliciously against her offered neck. Nipples damp and stinging, she sucks in a deep breath, arching their peaked tips towards him while she relishes in the passage of air down her throat. The slight vibration of her moan ripples the water and the thoughts in her skull, a pleased smile beginning to form, quickly morphing into an open-mouthed gasp as his claws rake down her sides, pants falling blissfully to the floor. 

He doesn't waste time hitching her higher, pinning her easily without even needing his hands. Heat blossoms bright in the deep pit of her core, lust guiding her hands. Muted fire dares to lick at her fingertips where they drag greedy over horns, skin, and wings, dancing dangerously from the nape of his neck to the leathery wings that block her from the dim light. Her head tilts into the water, fangs biting her lip as he marks the tender flesh to match the other side. The vigor earns him another insistent tug at his pants, her legs hooking around his hips to pull him closer. Whether in answer to her or of his own volition, she hears Sunjata hiss around the sagging of fabric, her attention divided between that suggestive sound and the ambitious path of his hand between her legs.

Lightning strikes, the crack of it accenting the sharp intake of breath as Thal's nerves ignite, her back pressing forcefully into the wood like it might ground her to the bedpost. Eyes like twin storms, she looks down at Sunjata, his calloused finger poised against her clit, his scarred wrist in her burning grasp. She tightens her hold and braces the other against his wing as she grinds her hips sharply against his fingers, the friction anything but soft as it scrapes pleasure down her spine.

With a low and frustrated growl, Thal doesn't let one surprisingly bold decision be enough, that insatiable hunger shadowing her features into something feral, fangs tinged red as they flash in the low lighting. "Take. Me." The words rip from her chest as if they can blast through whatever restraint he might have, commanding the beast be released.

we care so much until we don't

Thalassa

we keep on doing this again and again
the same old things expecting something different

He feels her body tense under the motion of his hands — anticipation rather than anything else. And it’s reflected in the way the Heartless hides the smirk in the crook of her neck, withdrawing only when he’s sure she’s got the start of lovely marks down the column of her pale neck. Her hand grips his wrist, though, in the almost too hot touch, keeping him essentially pinned so she can grind against his fingers.

Twin storms meet dark lust filled eyes as her request leaves her and he can tell she’s already sufficiently warmed up and doing her damndest to make sure he is too whether or not she knows what she’s doing with the touch to his wings. So the Heartless swallows down the hum that wants to leave him, a purred and almost content sound escaping his throat as he pulls his hand away from her burning touch.

It frees his hand up enough to focus back on her legs, hoisting her up enough that when he lowers her — still grappled to the bed post — that he can sink into her tight heat with a divine sensation that has his cock throbbing nearly immediately with want and desire, with a growled out “fuck,” he groans, louder now for her ears as he wastes little time in picking a punishing pace that has the wood creaking with each snap of his hips.

but by now we know it's never gonna change
i'm not trying to complain, i'm just saying it's a waste

The salty breeze isn't enough to cool the building heat now. It boils through her, a searing temperature that she pulls deeper to feed the cavernous hunger within. It's a greedy, monstrous thing that reflects in the darkening of her eyes, echoed in the grip she tightens around his shoulders when he lifts her. Thal's fingers dig into the skin near the base of his wings, flaring hot as he sinks into her. 

Horns press into wood as she throws her head back, trembling and growling a dark approval for the way he stretches her, his cock reaching deep enough to force a sharp inhale laced with pleasure. The hook of her legs pulls him closer - deeper - as she lifts her hands above her head. One braces along the bedpost while the other clings to his wing, leveraging herself as Sunjata jumps to a pounding rhythm that she immediately appreciates. 

Each snap of his hips is met with an answering press of her body that doesn't retreat from the impact. Like a hammer, every strike weakens the dam holding back her orgasm, creating small chips in the thick barrier while the ripples of pleasure vibrate in tiny waves across her skin. She finishes every thrust with a torturous angle and squeezing of her core, riding him as much as he's taking her, attempting to draw out that frustrated groan or elicit another growl that might further break whatever restraint he has.

we care so much until we don't

Thalassa

we keep on doing this again and again
the same old things expecting something different

It heats up between the both of them, each movement and pin from each of their bodies and the magic that sparks on her hands that burns in such a way that’s almost too much is a line he tiptoes as she digs her hand into the skin at the base of his wings. They twitch and tremble with anticipation, Sunjata wasting little time in sinking into her and being brought in deeper by the tug and pull of her legs.

A low growl slips from him, the bedpost creaking with the movement of his snapping hips. He meets her and the way she grinds down with each one of the thrusts, and with the effort and attention of Thalassa’s body as he focuses on indulging the two of them with the heat that seems to vibrate between them, he can’t help himself when he dives in again.

Teeth find her throat again, nipping and biting and leaving another dark mark behind with each rock of his hips, the way his hands press her down further than she can manage on her own, losing the restraint he keeps on a tight leash as she pries it from him more and more.

but by now we know it's never gonna change
i'm not trying to complain, i'm just saying it's a waste

Like a storm pummeling the side of a ship, Thal stands firm in her control, meeting every thrust with her own efforts, guiding them both towards the break in the current, able to see the path in her mind's eye. But as he pulls her down harder - a rough, bruising force that edges at the balance of control between them - Thal feels the shift, feels the tightening of the reigns in his direction, relishes in the freedom it gives her.

She arches her back into the wood, mouth open in a gasping moan of strain and mounting pleasure, digging her nails deeper into his back while his teeth find her neck again. Her head angles up, into his mouth, encouraging him to bite harder, to push more, to take whatever he needs. 

"Yes," she growls, breaths turning shallow with the exertion of meeting his new brutal pace, fire threatening to lick at her fingertips. Her tail lashes, another strike of lightning echoing in the distance as she feels that hunger setting its fangs to her, a sharp bite of ecstasy beginning to rise like molten lava. "More." The demand echoes between them, sharp and greedy, looking for Sunjata to burn the leash to ash.

we care so much until we don't

Thalassa

we keep on doing this again and again
the same old things expecting something different

The reins shift hands and Sunjata takes them with all the bluster and brunt of his greed and desires. It seems like it’s exactly what she wants, too, as his hips rock into her and she starts to dive into it. She tilts her head up more against his mouth and he takes the opportunity to bite harder, to press her harder into the bedpost where he can continue to balance her against it.

A muffled and quiet “fuck,” breaks from him in a thicker accent as he feels the fire heat up her fingertips where they dig into his shoulders. Her request is met with a low and deep, breathy chuckle, the water magic around her throat tightening to keep her head tilted up as he fucks her and continues to leave those rings of bruises against her throat and neck. His hands against her hips partially shift with the claws, digging in sharply as he helps her further, sparking little pinpricks of blood where the tips dig in with each movement.

She seemed receptive to them so far, so might as well dive in fully, right?

but by now we know it's never gonna change
i'm not trying to complain, i'm just saying it's a waste