You're so cold
but you feel alive
No, she wasn't ready. There were things one would never be ready for, because they were beyond the ability to prepare for. Like the way he groaned as she nipped his neck, how he held her up, pulled her in, pressed himself close. Again he asked permission and she loved him for it, loved his mouth on her neck so much it hurt.
"... please.." was the only answer, the final surrender.
There was a moment where she felt his hard limb press against her very center, where she might have thought to break away, run off, back out because gods, how could this do anything but hurt. But then he pushed inside her, so slowly, and it was all she could do to cling on to him, relax and let it happen. There was no going back now.
It did hurt. An instant, where she bit her teeth down into his shoulder and the whimper became a wince. But not unlike the bitemarks on her neck, the pain was soon drowned out by the enourmous, dizzying sensation of having him inside her. Filling her, stretching her to the very limit. Maea shuddered, panted, felt her abdomen tighten and relax around him, over and over, and rather than settle into some dull simmer, the intensity of the feeling only grew.
This was nothing at all like the ascended bite. Nothing. Because, in the end? It being Sunjata, it being the man she loved... it changed everything.
Tightening her grip around him, Maea pressed herself into him, pressed her breasts against his chest, tried to make it so that there was not an inch of her that wasn't connected to him. Thrumming, waiting, silently begging him to move.
"... please.." was the only answer, the final surrender.
There was a moment where she felt his hard limb press against her very center, where she might have thought to break away, run off, back out because gods, how could this do anything but hurt. But then he pushed inside her, so slowly, and it was all she could do to cling on to him, relax and let it happen. There was no going back now.
It did hurt. An instant, where she bit her teeth down into his shoulder and the whimper became a wince. But not unlike the bitemarks on her neck, the pain was soon drowned out by the enourmous, dizzying sensation of having him inside her. Filling her, stretching her to the very limit. Maea shuddered, panted, felt her abdomen tighten and relax around him, over and over, and rather than settle into some dull simmer, the intensity of the feeling only grew.
This was nothing at all like the ascended bite. Nothing. Because, in the end? It being Sunjata, it being the man she loved... it changed everything.
Tightening her grip around him, Maea pressed herself into him, pressed her breasts against his chest, tried to make it so that there was not an inch of her that wasn't connected to him. Thrumming, waiting, silently begging him to move.
lay your hands on me
one last time
MAEA
