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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He smirks against her at the sounds she makes, finding them a melody he wants to continue – only just not yet. He strokes her cheek gently, eyes searching hers, sticking to her flushed skin. And as she nods, he exhales a sigh of relief. He follows her point, reaching for the item and leaving the drawer open – too caught up in emotions and desire to close the drawer. It can wait for later.
His body hovers near hers as he withdraws from the drawer, head leaning down to give her a hungry kiss before he places it on with a practiced motion. One hand reaches for her leg, lifting it up to give him better access to her. One hand reaches for her hair once more, balling his hand into a fist within the blond tresses before his steel gaze simmers to hers and he leans down for another playful kiss, aiming to run his tongue along her lower lip.
“Ready, beautiful?” He questions quietly, breath raking along her lower lip as he waits for her confirmation. She says she’s had a boyfriend before, but Jata doesn’t know how far they’ve gone. He wants to make sure she’s prepared for what’s to come. And provided she accepts (there’s not a thought in his mind that makes him think she’ll change her mind) he captures her lips with his own, pulling her hair gently and slowly at first enters her, testing and waiting for her reaction.
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.
Phoebe lifted her hands as he returned, wrapping around his waist and lifting to rest on his shoulders. She melted into his kiss, her face following his as he pulled away. The pause in action was needed of course but she was needy and didn't want to wait. But fortunately he made quick work of it, no awkward fumbling around to prolong the wait. A little gasp breaks her silence as he gently tugged on her hair, a quiet moan against his lips as as his tongue prodded hers.
Her confirmation was nothing more than a mumbled positive noise against his lips. Brown eyes widened briefly before she arched against him, hips rocking involintarily to press further onto him, her head tilting back against his hand. He needn't worry too much here, her body relaxed and ready, a soft moan escaping her lips as her eyes fluttered shut.
She melts into him and he can’t help the smirk that crosses her lips as she nearly seems to whine when he moves. But he returns, quickly, breaking the tension with the tug on her hair. Her moan is stifled by his lips, and as his tongue explores and he waits for the confirmation (a small positive sound) he breaks his lips from hers to kiss along the bruise on her neck that’s beginning to form, he misses the widening of her honeyed eyes as he enters.
She arches against him, hips rocking into his and he presses further into her, tugging lightly as her head tilts back. One hand moves to support her lower back as she arches, sharing most of his weight onto his elbow with the hand fisted in her hair. He pushes further, rocking with her as his own deep groan escapes his lips, breathy against the pale skin of her neck. And he can’t help himself, he picks up his pace, his kisses growing hungry and devouring, breath picking up and raking along her neck, as he bites on her shoulder now as if he’s trying to pin her as he speeds up.
His other hand that supports her back tightens at her hips, helping her rock into him. It’s been awhile for him, and gods does it feel good.
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.
For a moment, Phoebe is lost, her consciousness overwhelmed by the sensations consuming her all once - the steady pace he sets as her hips rock in time, suddenly realizing how much she had simply missed the feeling of being taken and filled, his lips upon her neck, sucking and kissing. Her brain couldn't figure out which to focus on, her eyes closing to keep her senses focused on the physical.
His pace picked up and gasped, one hand snaking up his chest to the back of his head, fingers curling into his hair, her nails of the other gently gripping his back, holding on. Her knees bent, heels bracing against the mattress so she could rock her hips in time, breathy little moans escaping her lips, feeling the familiar tension building in her core.
He can’t help the groans that escape him as he kisses and bites and teases, pace picking up as she moves with him. Her hand snaking up his chest to his hair, tangling and wonderful, the other grasping onto his back. He moves with her more, faster fulfilling the burning in his gut. For a midwife with no experience, he finds he likes the experience she’s giving him. And he rumbles it so as he moves with her.
He doesn’t know how close she is, but he can feel himself brimming close as he moves somewhat suddenly, one hand that had been fisted in her hair now moving to take her arms and pin them above her head, lips parting as his steel gaze aims to see what she thinks. A brow lifted and he leans down to rest his forehead against hers as his pace picks up yet again, waiting, wanting, burning for 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.
Perhaps it was strange, but the noises he made competed with the physical pleasure she felt. It was satisfying - pleasing - to know that she could have this effect on someone, the ability to reduce a man like Sunjata to nothing more than gutteral noises and instinctual movements. She wasn't a particularly strong person, but his reactions made her feel powerful .
But clearly he was out to prove just how helpless she was. Phoebe gasped in surprise, finding her hands suddenly pinned above her head. She pulled against them to no avail, but her body shifted slightly, changing the angle of her hips. Her eyes widened, then seemed to roll back, and she moaned breathlessly something about the slight shift somehow increasing the pleasure she was feeling. The sudden building of tension in her core increased in pace, and as he pressed his forehead to hers she lifted her chin to capture his lips in a frantic kiss.
She gasps in surprise as he maneuvers her hands and he huffs a quiet laugh as she tests it. His hands hold firm (but still loose enough that if she changes her mind he’ll let go) and he continues, forehead pressed against hers as their breaths intertwine. And suddenly, Phoebe was there to capture his lips with her own, frantic and wanting as he savors the sounds that come from her lips. His pace remains fast, for a bit, as his other hand moves to help support underneath her, his lips meeting hers with a hunger to rival a lion.
He thinks for a moment he might ask her what she thinks of it, but he doesn’t emit those questions, not while he slows his pace ever so slightly to keep himself going long enough for her to finish first — still playful, still teasing while he does so, his breathing fast and his groans growing softer as he tears his mouth from hers to the other side of her neck, to mark and kiss and play.
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 movements were beginning to grow a bit frantic, a bit wild and uneven. She could feel her climax building and it had been so long, the release she desperately wanted to wash away everything in a few sweet moments of bliss at her fingertips...
And then he slowed down so much he may as well have completely stopped.
Phoebe whined in protest, her head falling back. "Jataaaaaaaa!" she whined, arching her hips up towards his, desperate, gasping for air, furstratingly close and yet so far away. Why did he have to tease her now? "Pleaseeeee!" she have groaned, half whined, rocking her hips faster in hopes to prompt him.
She’s close, and he smirks through his kisses as she grows frantic, the build up moving faster and faster edging closer and closer until he begins to slow. His head lifting from her neck as she whines his name so lovely. She gasps for air and he presses his lips to hers gently as she arches her hips into him, speeding it up on her end. Her hips rock faster and she’s basically begging him (huge influx of ego) and he follows through with her request.
Picking up the pace again, his hips rock against hers faster, deeper, and harder. A deep hiss escapes his lips as he presses his head against her own, abiding her wishes and riding her to climax, hoping that she’ll utter his name again, hoping perhaps he’s taught her a thing or two of what she likes, hoping perhaps he gets to do this again. “Mhmm.” He groans to her in response to her plea (even as belated as it is) as his arrives, and he prays to all the gods of this world and home that the protection works.
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.
Silently she thanked Frey for the mercy Sunjata showed, his change from slow to frantically fast and hard making her breath hitch. She feels the pressure climbing, building, so tantalizingly close. By sheer luck alone she managed to shift her hips just so and suddenly she is overcome by the pure ecstasy of being pushed over the edge. "Ja-ahhhhh..." she started to say his name, but it trailed off into a cry of pleasure, her body jerking involuntary beneath him.
As he reaches his end, she finally stills, breathless, trembling ever so slightly from head to toe. Her head fell back against the pillows, eyes closed, limp with exhaustion, enjoying the after glow of her release.
She tries to say his name but is overcome, and he can feel her as she rolls and rocks through it. It does wonders for him as well, bringing him right to the edge and then over. And he rocks with her until his finishes before carefully removing himself from her — body covered in a small amount of a sheen of sweat, hands removing themselves from pinning her own — as he moves to carefully discard the protection. Once he manages that, he rolls over onto his side trying to catch his breath but props his head onto his hand, silver gaze lingering on her face as his other hand reaches to brush her cheek gently and affectionately.
“See? Not disappointed.” He hums to her through a somewhat scratchy voice (referring to her previous worries and fears), a smile playing on the corner or his lips as he looks at her, edging her closer to him to be held. “How was it for you?” He asks gently, searching her face for any hints of regret.
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.
Phoebe was far too exhausted at that point to notice his movements, still enjoying the afterglow of her climax. Once he settled next to her again, she felt the world begin to settle around her again, feeling weighed down in the best of ways. The gentle touch on her cheek prompted her to open her eyes, and she glanced his way, her gaze still a little glazed over. But she smiled at him warmly, almost a little giddy as could be expected after an orgasm like that. "Good, I'm glad you're not." she said quietly.
She easily rolled onto her side to snuggle into his chest. She knew this didn't really mean much to him probably. He was just being nice, and in the morning he would leave and they would just occasionally wave or something in the street. But it had been worth it, to feel like she felt again for the moment. Her arm draped around his waist, legs intertwining with his easily. Phoebe tilted her head up and smiled at him. "It might not mean much with my experience but...that was the best ever for me." she said easily.
Her eyes flutter over to him just before she cuddles toward him and rests her head on his chest. He leans back then, allowing her to rest more comfortably as her arm drapes over his waist. He does lean forward to grab a blanket to rest over the both of them. His other hand then moved in mindless circles along her back, rubbing and pressing though his eyes drift back to her and the marks he’s left on her neck.
She looks up to him then, and he listens easily to her, her legs intertwining with his and he leans back content. “Means a lot, actually.” He chuckles, hand still drawing circles along her spine. “I’m glad you liked it.” He adds, shutting his eyes gently. It did mean a lot to him. It meant he didn’t have a certain bar to hit, a goal to strive for. But it also meant whomever she had been with before didn’t know how to appreciate her.
And he was just glad to be the one to show 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.
Her head found a natural little hollow on his shoulder and chest where her head could rest comfortably. For now she simply enjoyed the moment, snuggled beneath the blankets with someone holding her, feeling wanted and beautiful and powerful in a way for the first time in...she wasn't sure since when. A long time. Too long. She tilted her head slightly to see him as he spoke, a little smiled curving her lips. "I did, very much. Thank you for giving me that." she said.
She wasn't just being kind though, there was a weight to her words. This had been more to her than just a one night stand or a rebound, more than her just exploring what she might like with someone who knew more than her. It was healing for her, in ways he couldn't know (possibly even understand). She could let go, she could grow, she could move forward and be content.
But she didn't wax poetic in her mind long, closing her eyes and enjoying the feel of his fingers on her back. "Are you drawing a snowman?" she asked with a light laugh.
