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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Despite being unable to speak or properly convey his demands, Amun soon gave him exactly what he wanted. When the man closed in the gap and started to grind against him, Oliver moaned and held onto his neck tighter. Lucky for Amun, Oliver was the exact opposite of coherent. His mind was a blur and any thoughts about whether or not Amun was hard had long left Oliver. All Oliver knew was that he was very, very much hard and that every single thing Amun seemed to be doing only brought more pleasure to him.
Grinding up against him, he felt as though he were in a trance. The shots of pleasure coursing through his body and feeling of Amun against him were enough to turn Oliver into putty, falling into Amun's grasp and allowing him to take full control of the situation. However, soon he felt a slightly different sensation in his neck. Amun had been slightly pulling away. This was shown even more by the movement of Amun's neck.
Snapping out of it slightly Oliver realized that Amun was trying to pull away from his neck. Had he done something wrong? Oliver had no idea, but he removed his hand from Amun's neck, no longer holding him close in that aspect. As much as Oliver wanted to have the other man continue to drink from him, he knew it was for a good reason. All Oliver could do was hope that things were alright and that nothing bad would happen in the following moments.
Somehow, the Ascended found the strength to lift his fangs from the other man’s skin. Amun stare into Oliver’s eyes. The potter’s gaze was half-lidded, and he licked his lips slowly, sensually, chasing down every last droplet of that crimson nectar. That had been fun, but he could feel the hard length of Blondie pressed against the Ascended, and he jerked his hips forward, pressing their bodies together; one of Amun’s hands crept down to the other man’s hips as the other slid into Oliver’s blonde locks. If the other man would allow it, the potter would lean forward and gently kiss Blondie.
The feeling of Amun against his neck soon left and Oliver reopened his eyes only to be looking right at Amun. Taking a few deep breaths, he watched intently as Amun licked his lips, cleaning off his blood. It's a good thing that Oliver didn't get lightheaded over crap like that because wow. Amun really had actually drank his blood and damn did he look sexy licking his lips. Perhaps it was the fact that Oliver was already turned on a bit and had done a bit with him so far, but man. Amun was experienced and Oliver could absolutely tell. He enjoyed the confidence the man brought to the table.
The jerking forward of his hips allowed Oliver to make a sound of pleasure. Rather than biting his lip, he made sure that Amun was looking right at him, watching to see what his actions would do to him. The hand sliding down his hip and hopefully towards a particular area wouldn't go unnoticed, but he had a bit more important things to worry about. Realizing that Amun was about to kiss him, he closed his eyes and leaned forward, allowing their lips to meet.
His only hopes were that Amun would remember they were outside and it was a bit too cold to engage in a few particular activities. He was a bit too busy to warn the man verbally.
Oliver apparently liked what he saw if the way his eyes tracked Amun’s tongue and lips were any indication. And what the other man felt, given the sounds he made as the potter pressed their hips together. However, as Blondie closed his eyes and kissed the Ascended, he made a pleased and heated sound in the back of his throat. While he couldn’t get physical pleasure from the kiss, that didn’t mean it wasn’t enjoyable all the same. The hand in the other man’s hair tightened deepening the kiss, and the potter’s tongue darted forward, seeking entry into Oliver’s mouth. At the same time, the Ascended’s other hand dipped briefly below the waist of Blondie’s pants, Amun teasing at what they could do next.
Yes, between the cold and the public and the Ascended's unique quirks, there were limited options. But that didn't mean there wasn't anything they could do.
Oliver's hand moved to cup the Ascended's face as he tilted his head, sighing into the kiss. It was heated and he absolutely loved it. The tightening of the grasp in his hair caused a small hum of pleasure to leave him. Every single little action that Amun did seemed to elicit a response from Oliver. Knowing that someone could do so much to him so fast made him feel more excited, in more ways than one.
At the feeling of the other man's tongue, his lips parted slightly and he tried to pull him closer, letting out a moan as he did so. With a small thrust of his hips, he waited eagerly, wanting to know what else Amun was good at. If he already seemed to know exactly what made Oliver tick, then what else could he do? Oliver wasn't sure but he wanted to know and he wasn't sure how patient he could be.
Quite luckily he was a bit too preoccupied with the kiss, especially now that it had deepened. He could only hope that Amun was feeling just as pleasured as he felt, considering Amun did mention that he too would experience something due to the drinking of his blood. If the Ascended did plan on doing more than just kiss him, then surely, Oliver should return the favor?
Well, Oliver was eager, Amun would give the other man that. And really, that was all the Ascended needed in a partner. Well, that and a willingness to get bitten and lose a little bit of blood these days. However, assuming they did that much—which Blondie already had—the potter was more than happy to let his partners do anything and everything to his body. While he couldn't fuck people, which some wanted, he imagined, Amun figured he could still find something for everyone.
So, as one hand twined in Oliver’s hair, and the Ascended’s tongue found its way into the other man’s mouth and tangled with Blondie’s, and the other man surged forward to press their crotches together, Amun’s other hand slipped back under the waist of Oliver’s pants. This time, however, the Ascended kept going until the potter’s dextrous fingers found Blondie’s hard length.
10-04-2019, 04:08 PM (This post was last modified: 10-04-2019, 04:08 PM by Oliver.)
OLIVER
As the Ascended's hand started to trail closer to his crotch, he gave a small thrust of his hips. At the same time, he was a bit preoccupied with the way their kiss had been escalating. The opening of his mouth allowed Amun to press his tongue forward. When their tongues met, a moan escaped his throat. It was a combination of having his crotch pressed right up against Amun as well as the feeling of his tongue that overwhelmed him. Sounds of pleasure would escape Oliver ever so often.
He was a small bit distracted and hardly even noticed what Amun was doing until he felt the waistband of his pants being pulled ever so slightly. This was the only bit of warning before he felt the Ascended's fingers grasp around him. His eyes opened wide and the moan came out stifled. His heart beat quickened and Oliver tried his best to relax back into the kiss, which was a bit challenging. The man was excited and once again a bit overwhelmed by all of the different things happening to and around him.
The man gave a thrust of his hips once more, hoping that Amun would continue on. Meanwhile, he himself got a small idea. Amun was doing such a good job pleasuring him, so shouldn't Oliver do something in exchange?
Pulling away from the kiss, Oliver smiled at the man before leaning down to begin peppering kisses along the Ascended's neck.
The sounds and moans coming from Oliver, and the way the other man’s hips bucked forward and pressed against Amun, were all the encouragement the Ascended needed to keep going. Indeed, as Blondie’s mouth opened, the potter would capture it with his own: his tongue would wrestle with the other man’s, and Amun would bite at Oliver’s lower lip with the Ascended’s fangs, certainly not enough to draw blood, but enough to remind Blondie that the potter could. Which would hopefully remind Oliver what that felt like.
Although the other man’s eyes opened when the Ascended’s hand found Oliver’s cock, it seemed like Blondie thought it was a pleasant surprise. Indeed, if anything, it just made the other man moan harder. And the potter hadn’t even gotten started yet, not really. However, at that moment Oliver broke off their kiss to press his lips against the skin of Amun’s neck. It was cute, but completely unnecessary. The potter’s hand—the one that was buried in Blondie’s fine hair—tightened its grip, though not painfully, as Amun tried to drag the other man’s head back up so they could look into each other's eyes. ”You gave me what I needed already. My turn to give you what you want.” With that, the potter’s dextrous fingers stroked the head of Oliver’s dick to demonstrate exactly what the Ascended meant.
When Amun pulled Oliver back away from his neck, the man was a bit surprised. Why didn't Amun want anything in return? Surely, it only seemed fair to do something while Amun's hands were getting busy. Sure, Oliver absolutely enjoyed the Ascended's kissing, both against his neck and when they were properly kissing, but he felt like he owed the other man something more than his blood.
However, before Oliver could so much as protest, Amun's gifted hands continued to move. His eyes widened and he leaned back a small bit, gnawing on his lip as he stared at Amun. Knowing that he had been a bit too vocal, Oliver tried his best to hold back a couple of sounds in the hopes of Amun doing even more. He knew that the Ascended wasn't going to drink anymore, but that didn't mean his neck wasn't right there.
Staring at the Ascended, Oliver gave another thrust, trying to tell the man to do more. That he was craving even more contact than he was already giving. His mind, however, couldn't comprehend enough thoughts to really protest the lack of pleasure Amun seemed to be experiencing....but Oliver still wanted to do more. To hear Amun or at least see that he was enjoying himself in some way. For now, all he could do was wait to see what the Ascended's next moves would be.
Oliver didn’t respond to Amun’s comment, nor did the other man make any of those pleased sounds the potter had been getting used to. However, Blondie thrust his hips forward, which the Ascended knew meant he was still on the right track. Good. And if the other man wanted Amun to take complete control of the situation, he’d be more than happy to. So as Oliver’s hips twitched forward, the potter’s hand moved down to the base of Blondie’s cock and gripped it firmly. Then the Ascended began stroking it, slowly, sensually, but adding a little twist as he got to the head.
He could feel his eyes drifting back to Oliver’s neck, so Amun leaned forward and started kissing the spot where he’d bitten Blondie. The potters lips were soft at first, but they grew more insistent and he added a few light nips into the mix, though none hard enough to break the skin. Once more, he made his way up to the other man’s ear. ”I want to hear you.” This time, Amun’s voice came out in a growl.
Oliver seemed unsure of what exactly to do with his hands at this time. Amun had absolutely picked up on the particular vibes Oliver was trying to send out. The man had been craving the kisses on the neck, to feel the man's lips right where he had once bitten and he wasn't disappointed in the slightest.
With the sudden movement of Amun's hand combined with the kissing on his neck, a shudder was sent down Oliver's spine and his eyes closed once more. The nipping only seemed to intensify his pleasure and yet, Oliver still tried his best to hold back any moans. However, as Amun leaned up to nip his ear, Oliver quickly sucked in a breath, surprised. With a small nod he tried to speak up, however, it came out in a soft whisper. "Kiss me." Speaking through the occasional moan was hard enough, considering how intense the Ascended's hand movements were getting. Not to mention how overwhelmed he felt by all of the emotions.
Oliver could only hope that Amun would give in to his desires. Then again, he wouldn't be opposed to another bite. It would be just enough to push him over the edge and it couldn't hurt too much, could it?
Oliver wouldn’t have to ask Amun twice. His mouth captured the other man’s lips, the potter’s tongue demanding entrance inside Blondie’s mouth once more. This time, the Ascended would continue making out with Oliver for as long as possible. Indeed, the hand Amun had in Blondie’s hair would tighten and pull the other man in for a deeper kiss. All the while, the Ascended’s hand would stroke Oliver’s hard length. The potter’s fingers would move more and more quickly, and his grip would grow firmer and firmer as he made sure to lavish every inch of Blondie’s dick, from his head to his shaft, with the attention it deserved.
As their lips made contact, the blonde made a hum of content, tilting his head and placing hand on the back. At the same time, he'd occasionally roll his hips, enjoying the pleasure caused by the Ascended's intricate touch. Feeling the way the man pulled at his hair only seemed to turn Oliver on even more. It would be hard to tell whether what exactly was causing Oliver to moan, most likely, but every single thing Amun seemed to do would elicit a sound of pleasure.
At the feeling of Amun's tongue against his lips, he gladly opened his mouth, quickly letting their tongues meet. He seemed a lot more confident with this kiss, as compared to the other one. He'd tighten his grip on Amun's neck when the Ascended's hand made particular movements, moaning into the other man's mouth. No longer was Oliver holding back, especially when he could feel how absolutely close he was.
Unfortunately for the two of them, with a small thrust of Oliver's hips, Oliver came. His hips buckled ever so slightly and using his free hand he grasped tightly onto Amun's shoulder in order to gain some stability. It all felt so incredible and was more than Oliver ever could have dreamed it would be. Knowing what he had done, Oliver could only hope Amun wouldn't immediately pull away from the kiss and end everything so suddenly.
Amun wasn’t surprised to feel Oliver’s cock start to twitch under the Ascended’s ministrations. Nor did the sticky liquid coating his fingers come as a shock. Blondie seemed relatively inexperienced when it came to love-making—not a bad thing, just an observation—and Amun hadn’t been expecting Oliver to last for that long. Breaking off the kiss, the potter gave the other man a wicked grin as he lifted his cum-splattered hand out of Blondie’s pants. The potter stuck one finger in his mouth at a time and licked each one slowly and thoroughly, making sure to maintain eye contact with Oliver the entire time. When Amun’s hand was clean of every last drop, he winked. ”Thanks for the drink, Blondie.” And yes, the Ascended was talking about the cum. Mostly, though, he was referring to the blood.
