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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Court of the Fallen was created in October of 2018 by Odd, Honey, and Crooked.
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The feeling of her arching against him causes him to smile through the kisses, her eagerness to keep their lips together a small signal of how much she does want it. And he embraces it, at least up until he’s looking for a more comfortable place, a place she can enjoy it too. Her eyes flutter open, half lidded, and his gaze snaps to hers again — and she glances toward the stairs. Ah, of course. He pulls away from her then, giving her a smirk as he extends his hand to her, forgetting about this shirt as it lays on the floor.
He waits for her to stand, and when she does, he steps closer to her, allowing her to lead him to the bedroom. Though it wasn’t like he minded the couch entirely, it just had a less appealing look about it if there was a bed involved. His hand lingers in hers, and he follows her — his eyes gleaming with instinct and urges and desires as they ascend the staircase and make it to the bedroom. But his grasp on the control of it all begins to falter, and he finds his grip grow a bit tighter on her hand as if he’s preventing himself from kissing her again until they’re there.
not yet corpses,
still we rot
No permission needed for power play!
Feel free to use magic/force on Sunjata, without killing him <3
Sunjata speaks with an Australian accent and has a passive magic that makes him produce a subtle scent that matches exactly to whatever those around him most desire him to smell like.
The distance put between them, however small, provided a small bit of respite for her to breathe - figuratively. Her cheeks flush under the intensity of his stare, fingers curling into his, as she led him towards the stairs and her actual personal room. In that time she has the space to wonder - was this okay? Shouldn't she be more concerned with the details? What did this mean, where was it going...but did it matter? She had spent so long drowning in her own anxieties and grief and guilt...it felt nice to be wanted even for a moment. Frey would have told her to get over herself, enjoy it. He was handsome and experienced and clearly respected her boundaries - and as importantly made her feel good about herself.
Even for just a moment. It was worth it.
She opened the door to the second floor, feeling his hand tighten on hers. The space was just as homey as the lower floor, a small sitting area by the fire place, a few cabinets and shelves, and most importantly her bed, which was covered in soft blankets and pillows aplenty, an oasis of comfort. Her fingers tightened against his and she glanced back at him, nervously biting her lower lip, unsure what to do next, looking to him for guidance.
Jata does have the space to breathe as she guides him, he also has the space to watch her and see how her hips move as she ascends the stairs and how her attention seems focused on one thing — him. It’s evident to him as soon as they reach the room and she opens the door and his eyes leave her form briefly to spy the soft blankets and the wonderful bed large enough for all sorts of comfort. Yes, this will do. His hand tightens against hers and she glances back to him, his eyes simmering as they engulf her.
But his control is short reigned, with the bed nearby, and he perhaps takes a bit more control than he had down below — taking her hand and pulling her into him, he leans down to kiss her gently at first and then a bit more hungry — guiding her back toward the bed. Once he can feel the bed hit his knee, he lowers his head to her, to kiss along her jaw and cheekbone, offering small playful bites. His hands roam along her arms once more, rubbing and tender and soft, until he reaches the laces that keep her dress on. And he tenderly unlaces it, helping her take the dress off as his lips remain on her neck.
not yet corpses,
still we rot
No permission needed for power play!
Feel free to use magic/force on Sunjata, without killing him <3
Sunjata speaks with an Australian accent and has a passive magic that makes him produce a subtle scent that matches exactly to whatever those around him most desire him to smell like.
It seemed she had barely turn around to face him before his lips are on hers again. A gasp of surprise escapes her lips before she nearly melted against him, arms snaking around his waist and up his back to his shoulders to keep him close. It was strange at first, walking backwards, eyes closed, but she followed his lead without question, putty in his hands.
The backs of her knees hit the bed and she nearly fell (thank you reflexes). But her fingers pressed into his back, anchoring her in place. Phoebe gasped in surprise at ther first little nip on her neck, but moaned quirtly at the second, her head falling back to create more space as she submitted to his minstrations. As fabric briefly separated them, she bit her lower lip with nervousness. Only a thin pair of little shorts covered her bottom half, the rest of her exposed, and she worried briefly he might not be pleased with her less than buxom figure. Surely that was preferable after all.
He savors all the sounds she makes, smiling against her neck as she makes them until they’re near the bed and his manages to remove her dress. Her fingers dig into his back and he smirks but says nothing on it. But he can’t help himself when the dress falls away, pulling away from her he kisses her chastily on the lips. And then he pulls his head back to look at her. And his lips curl as he devours, tongue licking his lower lip as he looks to her eyes again. “You are stunning.” His voice is rough, gravely, breathy, and he leans in again to press his lips against hers. His hands roaming to her hips to pull her closer to him, to see if she can feel he’s not faking it.
His kisses get deeper, and he hums to her lightly as his hands leave her lips to roam up and brush teasingly against her breasts. His head tilts as he pulls away once more, eyes searching her own to see how she’s liking it. He’s taking it mostly slow, as slow as he can without prolonging anything too much. His restraint is little, and it’s been a long time since he’s been this close to a woman. And it shows in the way his arms get goosebumps when she roves her hands against him.
not yet corpses,
still we rot
No permission needed for power play!
Feel free to use magic/force on Sunjata, without killing him <3
Sunjata speaks with an Australian accent and has a passive magic that makes him produce a subtle scent that matches exactly to whatever those around him most desire him to smell like.
If a person could bloom, Phoebe did at his compliment, leaning closer to him like a flower seeking sunlight. Stunning. Had she ever been called that before? She couldn't recall a time, and that he called her that, knowing he had certainly been with many others, boosted her confidence. But she doesn't get a chance to thank him before she is pulled back to him, her face flushing a deep red at the feel of just how stunning he found her.
Emboldened by his praise, her own hands began to wander - fingers trailing lightly down his back, over his chest. Eventually her fingers found the top of his pants, gently tugging at the buckles and ties that held them in place, hinders slightly by a slight tremble of nerves. But it did not take an embarrassingly long time fortunately before she released the last tie and they fell to the floor.
He notices the change, and he embraces it fully as she reddens further. He leans down to press a deep kiss to her lips, showing her just how stunning and beautiful he’s found her, his own hands about to guide her to his pants but before he gets the chance to, her hands are there and unbuckling and disregarding. A deep groan leaves his lips and his kisses get deeper as his own hands trail down from her sides and her breasts to her shorts, removing them easily and pressing his hand gently against her to feel her.
He’s certain she can feel him too, as his pants fall to the floor and his lips grow hungry, kissing and biting and sucking gently on her neck and cheek and jawbone. His other hand roams up to cup her cheek and the back of her head, tangling into her blonde hair as he presses her to him more fully.
not yet corpses,
still we rot
No permission needed for power play!
Feel free to use magic/force on Sunjata, without killing him <3
Sunjata speaks with an Australian accent and has a passive magic that makes him produce a subtle scent that matches exactly to whatever those around him most desire him to smell like.
Her actions being met with such praise - positive physical and vocal reactions to her boldness - made her confidence soar to new heights; in her own mild mannered way of course. Tentatively she grazed her teeth against his lower lip, tugging on it gently before releasing it, watching, wondering what else she could do to ellicit those response; wanting to see him pleased by her actions. Though she felt a bit like she was pawing around in the dark.
A quick glance down has her cheeks flushing anew, before his hands distract her, moaning softly into his lips. And though she might've looked a moment longer, her face was pulled up, a light tug on her hair that made her heart race. It wasn't as gentle a touch as she was used to, and much to her own surprise she liked it very much, following his direction without hesitation.
She seems uncertain at first, as though she’s testing the waters as she nips at his lower lip, and he smiles in the kiss. He exhales gently, another soft far quieter sound leaving his throat. Even if she thinks she’s pawing in the dark, Sunjata finds he likes it — willing to let her learn and figure out what bits and pieces elicit those responses from him. He’s more than willing to let her explore. As for him? He continues to press gently, discarding her shorts as his own pants are forgotten and his hand tangles in her hair, tugging and pulling gently at first.
And the wonderful sounds that leave her have him wishing for more, finding perhaps that the hair is a good place to start. And so, he becomes a bit rougher. His lips leave her own to kiss her neck and shoulder before his head brushes against her own to meet her ear. He pulls a bit harder then, pressing her into him as his other hand finds purchase on her lower back, slipping lower and lower. “Do you like that?” He whispers huskily into her ear, head tilting to allow him a better access to her neck where he bites a bit harder — enough to leave a small bruise.
not yet corpses,
still we rot
No permission needed for power play!
Feel free to use magic/force on Sunjata, without killing him <3
Sunjata speaks with an Australian accent and has a passive magic that makes him produce a subtle scent that matches exactly to whatever those around him most desire him to smell like.
She gasped at the sudden tug on her hair, this time with more strength as she was forced flush against him. Under other circumstances she expressly did not like her hair pulled, but something about his use of it to move her around, to place her where he wanted her sent a shock of excitement through her system. She was more than putty in his hands, she was helpless in a way. But because she trusted his intentions, trusted that should she protest he would stop, she found it thrilling to be subjected to his whim.
A muffled 'mhmm' was all she could could manage before it morphed into something caught between a moan and a cry of pain. Her back arched, pressing herself as close to him as she could, fingers digging into his back as her eyes squeezed closed at the sensation. It left her almost dazed, being so unexpected, and she felt her knees getting a bit weak, her hold on him the only thing keeping her on her feet.
She gasps and he smirks against her skin. There was trust in this, and he knew that should she push him off, if it went too far he’d stop. He’d already told her twice already, and he hoped she would stick to it. The last thing he wants to do is force her into anything she’s uncomfortable with. But his voice rakes her ear and he bites, and all sounds dissipate from his mind as he focuses on the sounds of her as she gasps in surprise. He smiles once again against her neck as she arches into him, aiming to get as close to him as she can. "Mine now..." He breathes against her skin.
Her fingers dig into his back and he can feel her nails as they scrape as she tries to keep her balance, and another deep sound leaves him as he pulls her closer – his strong arms holding her up to him. But the bed is there and it’s so inviting that he untangles his hand from her hair and removes her hands from his back to gently push her back onto the bed. His hands dance and tap their way up her legs to her thighs and higher as he bends over her, smoldering steel gaze looking toward her to see her reaction, pausing to give a series of kisses along the inner part of each thigh.
not yet corpses,
still we rot
No permission needed for power play!
Feel free to use magic/force on Sunjata, without killing him <3
Sunjata speaks with an Australian accent and has a passive magic that makes him produce a subtle scent that matches exactly to whatever those around him most desire him to smell like.
A shiver went down her spine, heart thumping as thought it might leap from her chest. Part of her knew it was just a game, just a joke, but it felt oh so nice to be someone's, to feel she had an intimate place in someone's life again. She turns her head, hoping to capture his lips again but...
Suddenly she is falling backward. Her heart jumps and then she is laying prone on the bed, staring up at him wide eyed. The implications are clear, the smirk on his face making her flush and grin. Fingers curled into the blankets as she bit her lip, sucking in air as he runs kisses up her thighs, making her impatient with want, no, need. But what can she do? She is wonderfully helpless to his whim.
Her eyes widen as she lands on the bed, and he can’t help but to let his gaze smolder on her, moving over her as her skin flushes and her fingers snare the blankets. She bites on her lip hard and he continues his slow ascent. Until finally, after what would likely feel like an eternity, he’s there – tongue dashing out to taste and savor, to kiss and tantalize. But he stops there, wondering if she’ll whine and convince him to continue, but this game is far too fun and he’s enjoying being the one to teach.
He moves up above her, bracing himself with his arms on either side of her – slowly moving up from her to kiss along her abdomen and breasts, dragging himself slowly and playfully along her as he reaches her collarbones and kisses each one gently and tenderly. He’s done it in a way that her legs will be placed on either side of him, and his eyes lift to meet hers as he runs his tongue along his bottom lip – red from the kisses and her bite. A silent question crosses his steel gaze as he lifts a hand to brush against her cheek gently. He doesn’t want to start until he’s adequately protected, and he searches her gaze briefly while he pauses. “You have something for us to continue?” He hums to her, tilting his head with the half question. She’s a midwife, after all.
While desire crosses across his face, he certainly doesn’t want children. Especially seeing as he’s just met her.
not yet corpses,
still we rot
No permission needed for power play!
Feel free to use magic/force on Sunjata, without killing him <3
Sunjata speaks with an Australian accent and has a passive magic that makes him produce a subtle scent that matches exactly to whatever those around him most desire him to smell like.
The wait was agnozing - because this she at least had a frame of reference for, knowing what to expect. But when he finally gave her what she wanted it was short lived, her moan turning into a whimper as he made his way up her lithe frame. She squirmed beneath his little touches and kisses, breathy moans that melted into dissatisfied whimpers escaping her lips. He was teasing her, and as wonderful as it was she wanted more.
Her gaze was hazy with want and need as he lifted his eyes to hers, face seemingly in a permanent state of blush. The sudden gentlness surprised her, tilting her face into his hand, eyes fluttering closed with a small smile. It took her a moment to understand what he was asking for, but she nodded. "The top drawer there." she said, pointing to a nightstand just out of her reach, the items he was looking for strategically placed there long before, but never used by the intended person. At least they were coming in handy anyways.
