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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As Nate's hand came to rest on Loren's hip he grinned, though it wasn't long before he was moaning with pleasure from the bite. Of course, as the professor's hand drifted lower, the healer shifted, lifting his legs up slightly and straddling the Ascended's hip to give the other man better access. When he pulled away, the Launceleyn whined a bit.
However, his eyes narrowed playfully at Nate's comment. "Oh? And what is it I need?" Loren's hands slid up the professor's shirt to pinch at his nipples.
Of course, the healer lowered them to lever himself up on the arms of the chair. This allowed the other man to pull the Launceleyn's pants off, assuming that was Nate's goal. For Loren's part, once he was partially undressed, he reached for the doctor's pants, trying to pull them down as well.
”You seem like the type who needs a quick fuck and a firm hand.” The grin that spread over Nate’s face as he responded was almost too casual, though his hands more than made up for it, eagerly accepting the invitation Loren had given him and dragging his pants down. Once the healer was exposed, Nate was more than happy to do the same himself, pants coming off and shirt pulled over his head.
Hungry eyes roamed over the skin he’d exposed on the other man, gaze preceding raking fingers on the insides of Loren’s thighs, sliding up and applying the slightest bit of pressure to keep them open as Nate knelt down. There is a moment where he is still, considering something, and then he leans in, teeth finding a sensitive spot above his hands, a low groan rumbling through Nate as he bites.
Letting out a huff of laughter, Loren smirked up at Nate. "Is that so?" The healer leaned forward despite the slightly awkward angle. Dropping his voice to a challenging and heated whisper, he stared directly into the doctor's eyes. "You don't seem the type to give me either." The gauntlet was laid, though the Launceleyn put up no resistance as the other man stripped off Loren's clothes.
The nails on his thighs drew a moan. His own fingers raked down Nate's chest. The healer let the doctor kneel easily enough, draping his legs over the other man's shoulder's. As the professor bit down, though, the Launceleyn gasped. It quickly turned until a groan as the pleasure coursed through him. His eyes fluttered shut as his fingers found Nate's hair and made a fist in it.
There's a low chuckle as Loren continues to challenge, and while he could respond with his own words, but it's more fun to let his actions speak for themselves. The healers legs hook over his shoulders, which make it easy for Nate to pull him lower on the chair, teeth still sunk into his thigh. Only for a moment longer though, the doctor pulling away, as if for a breath, as if he needed that, and bringing his own hand to his mouth.
If it wasn't for the position they're in, Nate might consider an easier way of going about this, but as they are he's unwilling to move too much. His teeth open a font of fluid in his finger, the oily liquid spread over the rest of his fingers, then against Loren, his hole. Almost like a distraction, Nate leans in to kiss over the bite mark, then moves to kiss at the head of the Launceleyn's cock, humming out a low groan as he does.
04-01-2020, 01:45 PM (This post was last modified: 04-03-2020, 07:35 PM by Loren.)
whatever comes, let it come
what stays, let it stay
Given the pleasure coursing through Loren from Nate's latest bite (and maybe the blood loss too) the healer was hardly capable of coherent thoughts or speech. He continued to moan, body writhing a bit. Eyes still closed, he let out a whine when the doctor removed his fangs.
However, the other man's lips were soon back, kissing the bite, and the Launceleyn let out a pleased hum. When he felt liquid followed by a finger brush his hole, his eyes snapped open. Gasping, he found himself bucking his hips a bit, trying to increase the pressure. "Fuck me." It came out as a growl, and he grabbed Nate's hair with one hand, gripping it tightly.
A deep, pleased chuckle tumbled through Nate, blue eyes flicking up and searching for Loren’s face. A single finger extends, and teases against the healers hole, Nate’s expression growing more smug as he does, as he pulls back just enough to speak.
”Demanding now, aren’t you?” Each word is punctuated with a kiss along Loren’s shaft, Nate not seeming to care about how his hair was pulled as he moved.”How about you say please, hmm?” More teasing kisses, moving up this time, until Nate is far enough back that he can take the other mans cock in his mouth and bob down.
As Nate's finger brushed against Loren's hole, he groaned. His hips bucked a little as he tried to grind against it and increase the pressure. Not releasing the doctor's hair, the healer reached with his other hand to rake his nails down the other man's back. The Launceleyn's fingertips shifted to claws briefly as he momentarily lost control of his shift, though not hard enough to break the skin, and he got it under control quickly enough.
Of course, he let out a little whine as Nate kissed up and down Loren's hard length. Taking a deep and shuddering breath, he jerked the doctor's head up for just a moment so the healer could stare challengingly into the other man's eyes. "Please." It came out as a growled command, as far from the pleading the Ascended seemed to want to hear as it was possible to get.
As the professor's lips slipped over the Launceleyn's cock, though, he moaned. His eyes fluttered shut again. Using the hand in Nate's hair, Loren pressed down then pulled up, trying to get a proper blowjob and uncaring how much force he used.
04-05-2020, 02:32 AM (This post was last modified: 04-05-2020, 03:34 AM by Nate.)
NATE
The claws in his back are appreciated, the pressure just enough to be close to sensation, though it's not nearly close enough to what Nate wants. And the bite only makes up for it so long, once he pulls away to tease, to demand some manners. Which he got, no matter how begrudgingly.
Well, he had only asked for please, not for it to be done nicely. With a little hum, Nate pressed his finger against Loren's hole, pressing in and pausing, giving the man a chance to get used to it. At the same time, his mouth sunk down around his cock, moving at his own pace, not caring about how his hair was pulled. The entire time, electric eyes stared up at the Launceleyn, daring him to fight more.
04-05-2020, 02:46 AM (This post was last modified: 04-05-2020, 02:47 AM by Loren.)
whatever comes, let it come
what stays, let it stay
Thankfully, when Loren said the magic word, Nate finally gave the healer what he wanted. Moaning as the doctor's finger slipped inside, the Launceleyn instinctively clenched. Hissing a bit, he took a deep breath, forcing himself to relax. He had practice, so it didn't take him long.
It helped as the other man's lips and tongue continued to slide up and down Loren's hard length. The hand in Nate's hair controlled the pace, the healer's hand growing more sure. His other hand reached around the doctor's body again. Once again the Launceleyn scratched down the other man's back, coming to rest on the professor's ass.
Loren squeezed it, grinning as he did, meeting Nate's blue eyes with the healer's own. He nodded to let the doctor know the Launceleyn could handle another finger.
The nails raking down his back drew a moan from Nate, his cheeks hollowing around the cock in his mouth as he let the sound rumble through him, back into the man beneath him. His head moved quickly, no gag reflex or breath to worry about, and Nate more than skilled enough to keep his teeth away, no matter how he was being moved.
Blue eyes all but burned up into the Healer, seeing the nod, and moving almost immediately to press a second finger into him. And, not too long after, a third, Nate trying to pull as many moans as he could from the other man, trying to enjoy as much as he could.
04-05-2020, 06:53 PM (This post was last modified: 04-05-2020, 06:53 PM by Loren.)
whatever comes, let it come
what stays, let it stay
Nate's moan brought a grin to Loren's lips, though he was quickly moaning at the sensation of the doctor's mouth around the healer's cock. He pressed his fingertips into the other man's back, hard, only remembering to shift them back from the claws right before the Launceleyn broke the skin.
Other hand still in Nate's hair, Loren continued to shove the doctor up and down the healer's hard length. As he did, he shifted his weight a bit, trying to adjust the angle of the other man's fingers inside the Launceleyn. Finally, they managed to press against the spot that caused him to gasp, and his eyes to flutter shut. "Fuck." It came out more as a breathless whisper than an actual word. He started groaning with pleasure.
Nate arches up into the hand on his back, a low hum of disappointment when the claws there don't press that little bit more, don't change the touch from pressure to more, but it's still something he can live with, something for him to press against, like the hand controlling his head. And though he played along with the pace being set, he put his own spin on things as well, his tongue moving, his cheeks hollowing, never letting the sensation stagnate.
It takes a moment to realize what the healer is trying to do when he shifts, but as soon as it clicks Nate is happy to help, curling his fingers, and, once the spot is found, brushing against it insistently, dragging what sounds of pleasure he can from Loren.
Loren's eyes actually rolled up in his head a bit as Nate obliged the healer and started rubbing that spot inside him. Whining with need, he could feel his pleasure building. Once again, he felt himself lose control of the hand on the doctor's back; claws dug in, breaking the skin just a little this time.
At the same time, the Launceleyn's fingers in the other man's hair tightened. Moaning a bit, Loren set an even more brutal pace, face fucking Nate without much care for the professor's well-being. The healer started rocking his hips a bit, groaning as the doctor's tongue licked up and down the Launceleyn's hard length. He was getting close now, and he tried to find the words to let the other know. "Fuck. I'm g-gonna..." His voice broke off with a gasp.
There is a smug noise that rumbles through Nate as whines escape Loren, growing more and more desperate with every curl of his fingers, every new press between his legs. And another, less smug but still pleased noise that comes as the fingers at his back dig in, bringing a sting of sensation.
The only thing that keeps Nate from pulling back completely is his utter lack of a gag reflex, something that hadn't been changed by his ascension, though it certainly hadn't hurt it. He did start to fight against the hand holding his head though, wanting to move even faster, drag Loren over the edge. And as the strangled words reach him, bright blue eyes again look up, expectant and pleased and ready for the Healer's climax, ready to swallow everything down.
