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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don't you pray? don't you pray to a cocaine jesus in a black four seater?
As soon as Sunjatas chin tips up, there’s a hum of approval from Nate, a low growl of ”Oh, good boy.” It’s the only thing he manages to get out, between the attuned’s answer and the kiss. The world around them grows hazy, all of Nate’s attention focused on the man beneath him, the submission he pulls from him. That in itself is more addicting than anything else.
”One or two...” Nate sighs, a low groan pulled from him by the teeth at his lips. ”Just enough to be noticed, hmm?” Of course, he's more than happy to oblige, and with Sunjatas neck once more a blank canvas, he has the opportunity to be a little more discerning about where his marks will go.
While he thinks about it, or tries to, with the distraction of teeth and lips pressing against him, Nate’s hand moves from its rough grip around the other mans hip, fingers slipping into Sunjatas pants, in what little space exists between their bodies, until he’s palming at the attuned’s cock.
got a man, don't need him, but you wait call me when you want, or just call me when you need it
03-22-2020, 05:42 PM (This post was last modified: 03-22-2020, 05:42 PM by Sunjata.)
SUNJATA
high as hell, feeling fine nothing bad but nothing kind
The praise briefly muffled from the Ascended does a variety of things to Sunjata. Initially, a bit of balking internally, with the predators that linger beneath his skin. But there’s the prey creatures that also linger within his soul, giving in and focusing entirely on the feeling that the man pulls from him, and the flood is too distracted by lips and fangs and the body pressing up against him to really do much else, to dwell on that inner war of wanting to be in control and simply giving in.
He nips at Nate’s lip, pulling away a small amount when the Ascended begins to speak, smoldering steel eyes focusing on him as the question leaves those dangerous lips. And Sunjata leans back, head resting against the stone of the wall behind him with a quiet breathless chuckle in response. “Always.” He manages – always a fan of having those marks, those badges, whether on his skin or a lovers.
But he tries to give Nate enough space to view where to put them, despite the need of trying to pull the Ascended into him and give into the feeling. And he hums deeply from his throat as Nate’s hand travels, slipping beneath the belt of his pants to find his cock, hard and ready and craving everything that the Ascended can give him. A hum of a growl leaves his throat at Nate’s palming, hips rolling a small amount toward him while he tries to lean back, chin tipped up again – waiting.
not a word from me at least nothing you would mind
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.
03-24-2020, 07:27 AM (This post was last modified: 03-24-2020, 07:28 AM by Nate.)
- NATE -
don't you pray? don't you pray to a cocaine jesus in a black four seater?
The teeth that worry at his lip pull a low growl from Nate, electric eyes meeting steel and sparking in anticipation. There is a hunger, behind his lips, in his chest and his hands and his teeth. "Always." Nate repeats, voice rough, his head dipping to bring him closer to Sunjata's throat. "You like the attention, huh?" He puts his mouth to better use after getting his tease in, kisses pressing against the attuneds neck like Nate is looking for something.
Something he finds, apparently, teeth sinking in to leave a mark, to draw out ecstasy in the same moment his hand curls around Sunjata's cock and starts to move in earnest, the awkward angle of Nate's wrist ignored in favour of overwhelming the man beneath him with pleasure. It's not the most elegant situation, but the roughness, the sudden desperation only makes it better. This is not something Nate should be getting used to, Sunjata is not someone Nate should be getting used to, and yet, here they are, here he is, pulling what he can from the other man with unadulterated glee.
got a man, don't need him, but you wait call me when you want, or just call me when you need it
high as hell, feeling fine nothing bad but nothing kind
Nate’s head dips lower toward his neck, and Sunjata can nearly feel the reverb from the other man’s words, waiting in anticipation as Nate seeks something out — chin lifting up as he works to catch his breath, knowing it’s a lost cause once those teeth sink in again. The second question prompts a smirk, almost wanting to ask Nate if he knew the Attuned. “Yes.” He manages against the feeling of the other man’s lips to his neck.
He’s burning and burning, pressed and pinned back against the wall of the cave. A shudder courses through him and he finds his breath hitching when Nate’s teeth sink in, another rather loud groan leaving him. But that’s not all — no. He’s still quite aware of the hand beneath his belt, the one that moves and curls around his length that has him shuddering again.
His own hands find the Ascended, one hand trying to sink into the long locks while the other wrap around Nate’s hip to pull him closer — hips rolling again toward Nate and back again while the Ascended’s hand moves as well, in the attempts of giving into that primal part of his soul Nate always brings out. The part that wants nothing more than the build up and release, body shuddering, breath hitching, growls leaving his throat as he tries his best to regain some sort of control.
not a word from me at least nothing you would mind
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.
don't you pray? don't you pray to a cocaine jesus in a black four seater?
A lifetime ago, Nate would be bored of this point. He’d never had anything more than flings, never stayed with one person more than a few nights before he moved on, found something else, someone else to dive into. Nate’s not sure what’s different with Sunjata, whether it’s the way the man fights him, right up until he doesn’t, or the moments of submission so carefully pried out, or maybe even Nate’s own ascension, but he doesn’t see himself moving on anytime soon. As much as the attuned is willing to give, he’s willing to take.
The groan that leaves Sunjata is answered by a matching one from Nate, more muffled, pressed into the crook of his neck. Nate wants to pull back, just to coo out praise again, just to watch the other man shudder and writhe under his ministrations, but he can’t bring himself to cut off the feeling for himself, not yet. Not when it feels so good to roll his hips in, to growl as fingers tangle in his hair, to feel the noises his hand pulls from Sunjata leave his throat. It spurs him on, hand moving faster, but steady, an untiring, unrelenting rhythm, even when he finally does pull back, fore head resting on Sunjatas shoulders for a moment.
”One.” He murmurs lowly, irritatingly steady, almost unaffected. His lips press against the bite mark, soothing, then move up, just under Sunjatas jaw. ”Ready for two?” The words are just loud enough to be heard, meant to be felt more than anything, and Nate’s hips press into Sunjata hard as he says two.
got a man, don't need him, but you wait call me when you want, or just call me when you need it
high as hell, feeling fine nothing bad but nothing kind
He finds he can’t really regain control, not while those teeth are in his neck and the only thought he has is pinpointed to that exact spot until the Ascended pulls away. So he settles for the reactions he gives and gets, a growl reverberating against his throat, fingers tightening in Nate’s hair, shuddering growls and moans slipping from his throat at the heightened sensation he gives. A sheen of sweat has already beaded along Sunjata’s skin due to the warmth and the seemingly stuffiness that the cave system gives him.
Nate pulls back, the Ascended’s forehead resting along his shoulder, and Sunjata pants – chest heaving against the sensation of it. His head tilts up while Nate presses kisses against the sharp panes of his jaw, shivering and trembling in anticipation and delight, pleasure reverberating. And whether or not Nate thinks that he can’t quite hear him, the earring within his ear makes Nate’s hum of a whisper loud and clear.
He presses his hips back against Nate, a hum of agreement given as he shivers and tightens his fingers in Nate’s hair, unable to keep the tips of his fingers on the other hand at Nate’s hip the same as claws poke out, stroking across skin and drawing marks against the Ascended’s skin as he urges the man in a small amount of desperation of yes.
not a word from me at least nothing you would mind
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.
don't you pray? don't you pray to a cocaine jesus in a black four seater?
”I like seeing you like this.” The words are purred out just before lips turn back into teeth, before a possessive growl rumbles through Nate. They're more for Nate than the other man, a part of this dance that he usually misses due to his mouth being full in other ways. The hand that isn't busy between the attuned's legs moves up from where it was gripping his hip, trailing over chest and sweat slicked skin, blunt nails dragging over the other side of Sunjata's throat on their path up to his lips, where they rested, tapping and petting, not quite asking for entrance but not quite not asking at the same time.
The second bite does manage to stutter Nate's rhythm, his hand clenching for a moment as pleasure flowed through him, as he momentarily forgot this was a duet, not just self satisfaction. He moved to make up for the lapse, hand moving faster, trying to drag Sunjata deeper into desperation, into the haze of submissive pleasure and reward. Claws at his hip and fingers twisting in his hair drive Nate on, the edge of sensation, of almost pain, of should be pain only make him want to leave his mark that much more. The other man is not his to claim, as much as he might want it, as much as he could be in this moment, this breath, this bite.
got a man, don't need him, but you wait call me when you want, or just call me when you need it
high as hell, feeling fine nothing bad but nothing kind
The purring is met with a growl back – always having wanted the position that Nate has him in, wondering what it was about the Ascended that got him to bow down for it. Whatever it was, he liked it immensely, and burns with the reverberating feeling of his voice through his lips and his body with how close he keeps the other man. He’s acutely aware of the feeling of Nate’s hand trailing upward along salty skin until his fingers reach Sunjata’s lips – a question and an answer, and Sunjata for a moment has half the mind to ignore it out of sheer wonder of what Nate might do.
But Nate’s biting again, and the sensation has his back almost arching a small amount pinned against the wall as he is, trembling again while Nate’s other hand works him very well. He pants, breathing heavily as claws continue to stroke along Nate’s hip, points digging in though the Ascended wouldn’t feel the pain. He’d certainly feel the sensation at least, the pressure of it. And Sunjata invites the Ascended’s fingers in, tongue curling around each one as it partially shifts halfway to his leopard form for the roughness, the attempt to get Nate to feel it a bit more.
He shudders, hips moving both with and against the Ascended as he shudders and is thankful for Nate’s handle on the rhythm he picks. There’s a hum of a groan that leaves his throat, fingers tightening in an almost jerky motion in Nate’s hair, feeling the string within him begin to grow tighter and tighter, the pressure within him burning and building. Any second now, delirious with the pleasure the man pulls from him.
not a word from me at least nothing you would mind
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.
03-31-2020, 08:09 AM (This post was last modified: 03-31-2020, 08:10 AM by Nate.)
- NATE -
don't you pray? don't you pray to a cocaine jesus in a black four seater?
The first surprise is how willing Sunjata seems to take Nate’s fingers into his mouth, how eager he is to please. Something possessive curls in Nate’s chest, tries to claw up his throat, press its way out through his bite, like it can be understood through gesture alone. The second surprise is the roughness, the sensation obvious, confusing for a moment, but not concerning past that. Nate doesn’t realize the intention of it, not when there’s so much else to focus on.
Nate feels the claws in his hip grow more insistent, digging deeper, drawing a growl from him, and a rough jerk of his hips, his knee moving to better the attuned, not that there’s any danger of the man moving at this point. At this point, he recognizes the peak Sunjata is rushing towards easily, obvious in his grip, the moans that escape around Nate’s fingers. But he doesn’t slow, doesn’t try to prolong anything, just keeps his hand, his rhythm steady.
It only takes a breath longer for Nate to god that edge, send the other man teetering over it, though for a beat his hand doesn’t stop moving, and he doesn’t make any move to stop biting. This is the part he wants to drag out, until it’s almost too much. Like everything though, it can’t last forever, can’t last longer than a handful of breaths, though they might feel like an eternity. Slowly, carefully, Nate begins to pull away, in all the smallest ways. The hand between Sunjatas legs loosening, moving to grip his hip and help support him there. Teeth becoming lips again, and fluttering kisses over the marks the will stay, then up, along the sharp line of a jaw, until they meet Sunjatas lips. There’s no words yet, not when everything Nate needs to say can be done with kisses, and soothing touches.
got a man, don't need him, but you wait call me when you want, or just call me when you need it
high as hell, feeling fine nothing bad but nothing kind
It’s an attempt to please – as surprising as it is for Sunjata to want to do so heavily. But it’s there nonetheless, and he gives into Nate with the roughness, the growls and moans, the burning despite being fully pinned against the wall. Nate doesn’t slow, in fact he reciprocates the roughness, the way he’s thankful that Nate doesn’t prolong it out in a way that’d become so incredibly painful.
Instead, he shudders closer to that edge – burning and vibrating within, muscles clenching and tensing with the tautness within him. The bite grows more possessive, more demanding, and Sunjata melts within it, burning and panting against every sensation Nate gives him. And when he reaches that edge and slips over it after what feels like forever, he shatters and can’t help the way he presses against the wall, head tilting back as the fangs are withdrawn and the kisses shift up to meet his lips.
And the kiss he gives Nate is far more hungry – always wanting to indulge in kisses, but unable to when the teeth that grant the swift sensation sit behind. So eh makes up for it now, hands moving up along the Ascended’s body, panting to catch his breath through his nose, diving into the kiss and pulling Nate closer.
not a word from me at least nothing you would mind
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.
don't you pray? don't you pray to a cocaine jesus in a black four seater?
It's so easy to press closer to Sunjata, to lean into the surprisingly hungry kiss, to get lost in the feeling. It's another surprise for Nate, kisses are another thing he usually avoids, especially this kind, needy and desperate and searching. They're tied in his mind with more serious things, but it's easy to forget that too, in the face of this.
Both hands move, tracing up the lines of the attuned's body, pausing at his shoulders as Nate seems to remember something, breaking the kiss for a moment. Long enough to lick his hand clean, then lean back in, fingers settling on either side of Sunjata's face and pulling him in, like Nate's apologizing for the interruption. Or like he's trying to make up those lost seconds for himself. At this point he isn't really sure who he's trying to please more.
got a man, don't need him, but you wait call me when you want, or just call me when you need it
high as hell, feeling fine nothing bad but nothing kind
It’s easy for Sunjata to give in like this, because while it is a desperate, almost starved and impulsive reaction, it’s not something serious for him. He’d give in here, taking what he could from the Ascended, and move on as though things were just as they had been. So he’s pleased when Nate returns the gesture — breaking it briefly though Sunjata doesn’t mind. His kisses drift toward Nate’s jaw in the meantime.
But Nate returns and their lips meet again and Sunjata pushes back a small amount — greed both spurred on by the Ascended’s hands on either side of his face and the way it almost seems like an apology. The attuneds hands slip into Nate’s hair, shifting in place a small amount as he goes to break the kiss and rest his head against Nate’s forehead, steel searching electric blues. “Every time, I think it might get dull or I’ll get used to it.” It’s a hoarse whisper. “Every time I’m wrong.” He offers with a huff of a laugh, breath hot and raking along the Ascended.
not a word from me at least nothing you would mind
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.
don't you pray? don't you pray to a cocaine jesus in a black four seater?
At this point, Nate is willing to give up a little bit of power, to let Sunjata press against him, to indulge the attuned, and himself. His thumbs move over the the other mans cheeks, mirroring each other, the gesture fond, and not slowing when the kiss is broken. Nate meets the stormy gaze, the grin on his lips crinkling his eyes.
”I’m glad you’re wrong.” Nate laughed, leaning in to press their noses together gently. ”I like that you get all wound up for me.” One of his hands slips, moving to hover over the bite marks he’d left, the tips of his fingers barely ghosting over the beat of Sunjatas pulse.
got a man, don't need him, but you wait call me when you want, or just call me when you need it
high as hell, feeling fine nothing bad but nothing kind
Nate’s laughter is a balm to the rampaging emotions that dance within his skin, within his mind. And he focuses on those electric eyes with the answer he receives – not breathless like he is, surprisingly calm and steady, and something about it still surprises the Attuned. Regardless, he can’t help but to lean toward Nate with his nose pressing the other, eyes shuttering closed when the Ascended’s fingers stroke along his neck, along the bites as a shiver shudders through him.
“Good.” He replies with a breathy chuckle, gaze flickering open to look toward Nate with a small half smirk, bumping his nose up against Nate’s. A rogue grin soon replaces the smirk, shifting a small amount beneath the way Nate has him pinned. “Now lets get out of here, yeah?” It’s too stuffy, too warm with the walls of the cave surrounding them.
FIN
not a word from me at least nothing you would mind
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.
