From being an Abandoned who had rarely left the Hollowed Grounds, to embracing the call of adventure, to dying and being reborn first as an Ascended and then as an Ancient, Maea has gone through quite the amount of changes in her life. One thing remains common, though, in her attempts to find out just where she belongs; she’s always had a craving for knowledge which has brought her to so many places and to meet so many people here in Caido. We can’t wait to see what else is in store for her!
Congratulations, Maea!
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He calls her gorgeous, and she can’t help but to bat her pretty eyelashes at him, in a way that seems to scream that she doesn’t particularly need the feel good tricks up his sleeves. But she appreciates the gesture regardless, and as he steps near and brushes a piece of her dark hair from her shoulder, she gives him a slight wolffish grin as he whispers just beneath her ear, a shiver running down her spine as she sighs softly.
“Now… What is it that you want?” She hums to him, lifting her head up briefly before pulling away enough to shrug off her jacket and let it flatter to the floor. Her icy gaze finds him again, hands flecked with scars that trace his torso until she reaches his chest, where she leans forward to press a surprisingly soft kiss to the side of his neck. “Show me.” She whispers with a small smirk.
your girl is a soldier
and her mouth tastes like blood,
dust, fire, home, and battlefield
Kiada has a large X scar on the right side of her neck.
No permission needed for power play!
Feel free to use magic/force on Kiada, without killing her <3
What do you want, she asks, and you do an excellent job of holding back your annoyance, your face failing to betray any disappointment in her lack of initiative. You'd expected more from the girl with a storm in her eyes, but eh, the night is young.
Still, as she reaches your chest with those deliciously scarred hands you match her feral grin, running your own fingers over her arms, humming soft appreciation of the gentle kiss, a little impatient at her sudden timidity. Something crosses your mind - fuck, is she a virgin? - but you quickly shake it off, because in the end it doesn't matter. She's an adult, sober, consenting, asking, and offering you a place to crash. You're not in a position to ask for much more.
Grasping out suddenly, you reach your hands to cup beneath her hips, aiming to pull her up against you while simultaneously walking her toward the wall, your mouth hunting eagerly for her lips and tongue. You want her legs around her hips, you want her pushing for more, you want her to be in charge, and you want to get her there in a way that she'll enjoy, too. "I want you, Ocean Eyes," you growl against her mouth, hungry and eager, trailing hot kisses across her jaw and down the scar on her neck. "I wanna make you feel so good you can't think straight. I want you to use my body however you like, to tell me every little thing you ever dreamt of, every fantasy that keeps you up at night." Leaning her on the wooden frame, you press your hips purposefully against her, letting her feel your rising erection beneath the flowing skirt, your hands resting easily on her hips. "I want you to make me beg for more."
It’s a strange thing for her, given the option to do what she wanted. And before, she might have just taken it up and began, forced and molded her way into getting what she wanted. But it was different now, now for some odd reason, she was anxious about it all. Perhaps her time in the Pit had only fueled the rage parts of her for vengeance rather than life itself. She wonders what happened to the girl that had screamed at a god, once so long ago.
He reaches out for her, cupping her hips and pressing her into him before her back reaches a wall, and her icy gaze flickers slightly from the playful, predatory part of her in exchange for something a bit more hidden – a bit closer to home. She’s always been all talk in regards to this, but to actually do it is another thing. She can’t even remember the last time she had. But there’s something about his confidence that sparks her own, as his kisses trail along her jaw and that ghastly scar on her neck, that ignites her.
His next set of words only do more to fuel it. And she leans back into him as he leans into her, almost as though he’s showing her what he has to offer, and she looks up into that freckled face of his with another playful grin that cascades over her pale face. But it’s slightly different, and she tilts her head as if she’s sizing him up. “Alright, then.” She begins as if to lead him on, to think that he needs to take the charge.
But before she lets it go on too long, her arms make their way up his chest to grasp onto that harness of his and pull him into her, her lips meeting his with a small amount of more fire than there had been before. If he wants her to take charge, she will. She’s just never had the option to before. She finds it freeing. She takes the next moment to remove her shirt, to guide his hands from her hips to her breasts as she works to remove that flowing skirt of his. “Make me beg.” She purrs to him.
your girl is a soldier
and her mouth tastes like blood,
dust, fire, home, and battlefield
Kiada has a large X scar on the right side of her neck.
No permission needed for power play!
Feel free to use magic/force on Kiada, without killing her <3
Her deep revelations and sexual awakenings are totally lost on you, because you had your sexual awakening when you were fourteen and it's been a long, hard, uncut journey from there. You want her to push you against the wall like you're doing for her, to let loose all that wild animal you can see just past her icy gaze, to eat each bit of fire and warm yourself on the blaze. You relish in her grin, lucking and sucking down her neck, letting her lead you, making her want more (wanting more, because it's been a while, and even though women aren't usually your meal of choice you're happy to make the best of any situation).
He leads your hands onto her breasts and you press obligingly against the skin, taking her nipples between your thumbs and forefingers and giving a firm but controlled tweak. As you do you press her toward the closest surface, wanting to entice her to sit herself down, to let you do your dirty work. "As you wish," you purr into her neck, sucking and licking and biting gently, your hands trailing back to her hips as your mouth carries down, hot on her clavicle and down to her chest.
Hoping she's got her leverage on something, you continue your trek down, lips on her nipples as your hands massage and caress her hips, her thighs, first outer and then inner, never quite at the center, skirting and teasing around the heat of her core. If she wants to beg then let her: you're a patient fucker, happy to tease until she's tender, to leave her demanding asking for more.
Oh, he ignites her certainly. The way he blazes a trail down her neck, she guides him with his hands on her – him helping by leading her to a surface to situate herself on, and she does – pulling and tugging more on that harness he wears as the core of her begins to burn. He purrs into her neck, and her lips quirk in a slight smirk as her head tilts slightly to give him a better vantage point. Every place he kisses and touches rages with a flame, her mind in tune with each and every press and touch.
She does have her leverage, and she grabs onto it with one hand as she leans back slightly for him, her breathing quickening as he finds his way to the part of her that wants to be released, that nearly begs to be released – but she finds herself biting down onto her lip as he goes lower, a soft sound leaving her lips as her other hand finds and grabs onto his hair to guide him. She wants to show him the ways to get her to sing, and she suddenly realizes she’ll really have no qualms with getting him to do it.
He seems willing, and it’s surprising to her the amount of freedom that she has. Her legs find their purchase on his shoulders, heels digging in slightly to pin him in place and to push him closer. She’s in control, she has the ability to get him to do whatever she wanted – the only difficulty being that she didn’t know yet what it was that she wanted, what would make her sing. And so she starts with this, easy and guiding, though not particularly gentle with the way her hand balls into a fist in his hair and her heels grasp and press.
your girl is a soldier
and her mouth tastes like blood,
dust, fire, home, and battlefield
Kiada has a large X scar on the right side of her neck.
No permission needed for power play!
Feel free to use magic/force on Kiada, without killing her <3
Ah, there it is- the ferocity you've been looking for, the forceful taking you knew she was capable of, her greedy hands in your hair, her heels pressing into your back. Grinning wickedly against her chest, you bite down appreciatively on a nipple, teasing it between your teeth as she makes it clear she wants you lower. It's cute, how forceful she's suddenly become, how fevered he is beneath your touches.
Oh, but Ocean Eyes, you wanted to beg, and our Ezra isn't one to let a girl off easy.
Growling a little, you dip to your knees, hands still not quite there as your mouth trails lower, following the curves and lines of her abdomen down to the sharp bones of her hips. Starting at the crest of the right one, you kiss and suck and caress your way down, in toward the center of her body, closer and closer to that fiery core until, ah, now you're heading up again, tracking a line to the left side , your hands meanwhile reaching beneath her waistband, greedily tugging the leather off her legs and following with your mouth.
You want her to want it, either by force or by begging, to really, really, really show you just how avaricious she is. You want to force her to force you into submission, to punish you for your insolence while you drive her wild with your tongue. And so you bide your time, the wait as torturous for you as for her, your top long gone and your teeth on her inner thigh, ready and waiting for her next command.
The man might get his wish after all, as he toys and teases her despite the tension building within her. He growls slightly as he moves down, and she finds herself biting down on her lower lip in the anticipation – the wait, a silent prayer up to the gods that he hurries, but yet he doesn’t. He pulls the leather off of her instead, and she doesn’t complain about this in the slightest, finding it freeing as she adjusts her hips slightly toward him.
But he moves up and seems to avoid it entirely, his teeth then finding her thigh, and she hisses a sharp sound from her lips, hand clenching in his hair as she guides once more with a tug – and she shifts her hips once more, legs shifting and spreading further. Her other hand moves toward his jaw to grasp his jaw and tug him closer. She wishes to tell him to pay attention to her, to tug and pull, when she realizes she doesn’t even know his name.
Not like it matters much anyway, they’re going to be far more acquainted than if she only knew his name. And oh, what a story that would be.
She instead pulls him closer with another hot hiss, something nearly feline in the sound, and she positively purrs the closer he gets. Her hand is tighter in his hair to try and prevent him from straying, to get him to focus on sating her incredibly hungry needs.
your girl is a soldier
and her mouth tastes like blood,
dust, fire, home, and battlefield
Kiada has a large X scar on the right side of her neck.
No permission needed for power play!
Feel free to use magic/force on Kiada, without killing her <3
08-12-2019, 02:49 PM (This post was last modified: 08-12-2019, 02:49 PM by Ezra.)
EZRA
Force can count for begging (better, in your humble opinion). You grin against her inner thighs as she tugs you toward the things she wants, her fingers in your hair and her hand on your jaw and her heels digging into your back. Rough in return, you suck hard on a spot in her thigh, hoping to leave a lingering mark, to stake your claim on this luscious form. Then, at last, you do what you're told, because she's made it clear just what she wants, and you're a good boy who does what he's told.
Well, if you're not a good boy then what are you?
(Oh, that's right. A devil's advocate)
Your left hand travels back up to her breasts as your right caresses her inner thigh, lingering on the spot your mouth just was. Said mouth, meanwhile, has moved to her core, slowly beginning the ministrations that made you so prized in your field. Focusing her clit you lick with shocking gentleness, still playing a little but upping the ante quickly. With flicks and sucks you begin to write out words on her core, spelling filth in your seduction, paying attention to the letters she loves.
Your fingers, meanwhile, have slipped down to her ass, cupping gently before traveling on, a single one pressing easily inside her, stroking and thrusting to drive her wild while you continue eating her out. Never let it be said that you are not a skillful, generous, gorgeous, magnanimous, sexy as all fuck, irresistible lover.
She nearly vibrates as he leaves his mark, hands tangled in his hair, pulling and tugging him closer to do what she wants. Unleashing the creature within her one wild heartbeat at a time. His hand travels up and caresses her breasts, while the other remains on his mark, while his mouth finally does what she’s been trying to get him to do all along. Goosebumps rise on her skin and her back arches slightly with the tenderness that leaves her wanting more.
For all her fire and ferocity, there’s a part of her that wants to be handled. And she seeks it out now as he spells with his tongue and enchants her – her moans a soft beat of a rhythm while he presses into her. Her hips move in response, driving his finger deeper, pressing harder into his tongue, while both hands find purchase in his hair, tight and begging for more. But ah, there’s something about this that’s lacking the most important part that she’s craving, and after a moment of growing tenser, she pushes up against him with a wicked smile. She focuses on removing the skirt he wears, so he’s all hers.
She pushes him down, then, taking that ferocity from before and channeling it into making sure he does what she wants. When his back is against the floor, she maneuvers herself on top of him, pinning his charmed hands on either side of his head. She leans down to press her lips against his own before her kisses trail down his own jaw to his neck, and she bites him hard, caressing the spot with her tongue as she leaves her own mark, her grip tight on his wrists as she presses her weight into it to keep him pinned. “My turn.” She breathes to him through a pant, straddling him to take the reins. She leans back down over him, a fiery kiss to his lips with a chaste playful bite, a hummed moan leaving her as she begins to pick up rhythm.
your girl is a soldier
and her mouth tastes like blood,
dust, fire, home, and battlefield
Kiada has a large X scar on the right side of her neck.
No permission needed for power play!
Feel free to use magic/force on Kiada, without killing her <3
You grin against the hot wetness of her as she pushes you closer and thrusts her hips because fuck yea, you still got it. Girls aren't your usual forte: you're more of a boy's boy, a feminine little twink as it were, but hey, sex is sex and you're down to make anyone feel good. Besides, she's hotter and more forthright than a lot of the limp dicks you've gotten busy with, and your dick is clearly communicating how fun this whole thing is.
Another finger slips inside her, upping the tempo and force as she seems to like it, curling inside her and playing her like a bow. It isn't until she pushes back that you finally raise your head, surprised - you thought she'd be a screamer - and inhaling deeply from the free air. Ah, but she isn't done yet, the mix. Grinning, you let her rip off your skirt, moaning in appreciation and encouragement, using your voice to sing her along. "Mmm, Ocean Eyes, you're fucking gorgeous," you groan, huffing as she pushes you onto the floor, the tables turned in a most delightful way.
By the time she's on top of you you're hard as a rock; the pinning of your arms is just a bonus. You lean into her kiss with gusto, whimpering as she pulls away, your long hair a fan around your shoulders, her hips so tantalizing on your waist. "Yes, My Lady," you grin back heavily, eyes hooded and body writing as she lowers herself down. You let her set the pace, but push back, too, thrusting up against her to show your aching need, biting down on your lip as fire fills your belly. You aren't usually the one, ah, on the inside, but fuck if it isn't something you could get used to.
Oh, she’s not a screamer yet, as he’ll soon learn. There’s a slight smirk that crosses and hangs on her face as she pushes him down and he moans his praise to her – a worship of sorts that she can get used to. She manages to remove the skirt, to push him down, to pin him down, and she can’t help the pleased sound that leaves her lips as she feels just how hard he is. His kiss is as hungry as hers, and he confirms her claims with a sultry grin, a husky voice, and she can’t help but to emit a sound between pleasure and relief as she settles down on him.
She begins to set the pace, a hum of pleasure that leaves her lips when he pushes back, showing her how much he needs; oh, but you can’t just tease a girl like that and expect to get what you want – not yet, anyway, and she grinds against him, her kiss growing deeper and more feral, placing a bite to his lower lip and tugging with a raised brow and smirk, icy gaze hooded and watchful to see how he reacts to it as she presses further into him, filling her as much as she can. Her grip on his wrists grow tighter as the pressure builds in her core, and she moans her worship against him with reckless abandonment.
Her legs tighten around him as she lifts her torso up, head tilting back as she presses into him more, sharp moans loudly leaving her lips as she takes control more, one hand releasing a wrist to dig and drag her nails down his torso, leaving red marks in their wake.
your girl is a soldier
and her mouth tastes like blood,
dust, fire, home, and battlefield
Kiada has a large X scar on the right side of her neck.
No permission needed for power play!
Feel free to use magic/force on Kiada, without killing her <3
Now this is the kinky shit you're into, the kind you can totally do again. Her kiss is rough, just the way you like it, sharp and unapologetic as she eats against your skin. You let your hips push up again, showing her how much you enjoy her, your knees bent a little to deepen her access as she rides you like a pro.
If she thinks she's going to get you to break first she's desperately wrong. It's not a show of dominance- it's a show of compliance, one that's been drilled into you from a young age. You finish when you're given permission or after them, depending on the situation; so you bite your lip and let out another moan, throwing your head back with a wanton, wicked grin as her hands rake, claw-like, down your chest, painful and pleasurable at the same time. "More, mistress, please," comes your obliging whimper, hips bucking once again as she rises up your cock, your brown eyes glassy as you gaze up at her gorgeous figure and porcelain skin.
There's a problem, though, one you can feel in your loins like a fire. So that whole bit about being able to hold out forever? Yeah- maybe that was true when you were in practice, but it's been a while, Ezra my slut, and you're beginning to feel your climax approach. Not yet - not unless she says so - but soon. Ocean Eyes has skills you didn't expect, and man, but you want to give her everything before you blow.
She can’t help but to purr to him as his sounds encompass the air, a mix between her own and his creating a symphony within the nearly barren walls of her home. And as she scrapes her nails down his chest, and his head throws back with a wicked grin, a similar one crosses her face. Her hips rock with his as he bucks his own and a surprised gasp of a moan leaves her lips as she settles again, a near whimper building in the back of her throat as the pressure builds in her core.
She’s close, but she tests him by pressing into him further, filling her with him as she moves to hover above him, just enough for the barest brush of skin against him as she grinds into him. She doesn’t know his name and she can’t tell him how much she wants to feel him reach his end, to hear the shake of his breath, the catch in his throat, and she wants it. Her lips find his neck, claiming with bites and sucking on them enough to leave her own marks too, her nails digging harder and bites growing deeper.
But she has been out of the game a long time too, and the plan seems to backfire as she rocks into him, fast at first and then slowly to stroke; the pressure within her reaching a boiling point as she presses tight and hard into him, finishing fast and hard enough to leave her legs tingling and trembling. And as she does so, she can’t help her gasp of a moan, a shriek and a purr as she presses her one hand into his wrist, tight enough as if telling him to finish too.
your girl is a soldier
and her mouth tastes like blood,
dust, fire, home, and battlefield
Kiada has a large X scar on the right side of her neck.
No permission needed for power play!
Feel free to use magic/force on Kiada, without killing her <3
She's a little minx, isn't she? You've landed a good one here, little Ezra; better enjoy it to the fullest. She sets the pace as well as the song, her siren call as tantalizing as anything she might do with her hands, and you are fucking here for it, wrapped up in her too thoroughly for human thought as she slides along your length.
You can feel her building to the end, and you want to hold out, to let her ride her pleasure uninterrupted, but fuck she's been sucking on your neck and biting into your skin and you just can't. As a shriek escapes the scarred wonder's lips you arch your back in earnest reply, hands opening and closing beneath her grip as you rock into her, hard, your climax coming in deep moans and a groaned release, leaving you panting and sweaty on the floor.
You let your eyes flutter closed a second as your body turns into jelly, humming a soft half-melody. It is the closest you've been to really relaxed in some time, smiling and humming- it's disgusting. Pull yourself together, girl.
The grin back on your face, you open your eyes and eye the incredibly sexy woman, rising up on your elbows to better regard her. "You're a wonder, Ocean Eyes," you purr, your long hair tangled deliciously around your neck.
