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It grew more difficult to focus on him and his reactions when his play with her breast made her tingle so much. She always loved it when he used his teeth on her, when the sharp little pains mixed in with the pleasure, and never more so than where he was now. The skin there was so sensitive, her eyes began to glaze over as he dragged his tongue over the swell, pleasure zipping up and down her spine like little fireworks. The flick of his tonge over her nipple made her gasp, whimper softly as her breath coming faster; her hands began to tremble a little, their pattern increasingly erratic on his wings.
So she moved them, eased both hands in to the underside of the dark hide, and in a slow, deliberate movement she spread both her hands wide open at the same time, raking her nails all out like flaring suns over his membrane. If one nail at a time had gotten her that immediate reaction, then... several might be very interesting.
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♦ Violence, magic, thievery is permitted with Maea at all times. DM me if you have any ideas ♦
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Her gasp and whimper cause him to press his hips down against her again, his cock twitching against her thigh as he continues his game, focused on her with a predatory intent. And he’s uniquely attuned to the way she shifts her hands over him, to the underside of the membrane of this partially shifted wings and his freehand clutches her hair a bit tighter. Soon enough, he’s waiting in anticipation, waiting to see what it is that she does —
And it’s like lightning, each hand drifting outward in a sunburst pattern — he nips at her nipple in response, kissing and sucking with the way he shivers and burns, pressing his hips against her again as he growls against her skin. But he lifts himself from her chest to focus on her face again, shifting himself to settle between her legs again, propping himself up against the bed to hover over her, dragging the length of his cock along her folds.
further away from this mistake i'm no savior, i'm no saint
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.
What kind of beast had she awakened here tonight? It was like all thought just vanished right out of his mind when she touched those wings. Already he was hungry and intent, she could feel how hard he was as he shifted against her thigh, how ready. The way he looked at her, she felt more like prey than anything else, and it could have been frightening... except she loved it too much, relished the intensity with which he watched her. Waiting, feeling, playing with her all the while.
And as she let her hands flare out across his wings he erupted, mouth hardening on her breast, so demanding in the way he licked and nipped, the way his hand tightened in her hair, and he wasn't asking anymore when he shifted, settling between her legs. Nor was she about to deny him. Not this time, there were no games about this, no time for play. Her wings fell down across the bed, displaying him in his full, dark, monstrous glory and Maea gasped to feel his cock drag across her, searching its way, pressing against her folds.
She spread her legs for him, angled her hips to let him in, breath hitching and shuddering - she was ready - and just because she could, just because she wanted to... she did it again. Spread her hands open over his membraneous wings, to see how much wilder he would get. To let him feel that lightning rock him to the core again.
Lost in a world full of non-believers Searching for smoke in a still water pond
BASE INSPIRED BY ODD <3
♦ Violence, magic, thievery is permitted with Maea at all times. DM me if you have any ideas ♦
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She’d awakened the storm, the full onslaught of rains and winds, of an almost vibrant electricity in the air that told you something powerful was coming. It was like that, in the look that he gives her, full of predatory heat. The cocoon of her wings keeping them hidden falls to the sides, splaying out and for a moment he’s tempted to return the favor on those wings as she does to his own, but her gasp draws his attention back to her as she shifts and spreads her legs for him.
He’s half tempted to pause, to watch her face and test her, tease her – but then her hands are on the membranous parts of his bat shift, along the sensitive veins as she splays her hands again and fingernails dragging along the skin there. A low hum leaves his throat, something like a predatory growl and he fights against the arch of his back again to focus on her as she angles her hips for him. He’s flushed, the redness creeping along his shoulders and up his neck, and he reaches for the space above her head to flatten his hand for support, the other moving to cup and tease at her breast and nipple.
And he presses himself down to her again, seeking her lips with the aim of crashing his into hers, burning and burning, aiming to nip at her lower lip. He gives her a second to adjust her legs a small amount around him to make it more comfortable for her before he practically purrs against her lips as he thrusts into her, fast and deep.
further away from this mistake i'm no savior, i'm no saint
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.
It was glorious. How the storm in him loomed up and just broke, how the kindness and gentle softness just burned away and left only the Flood, lethal and unstoppable, to sweep over her. It was a good thing Maea was in no mind to back out of this, because for the first time she wondered if Sunjata would really be able to in this moment, even if she told him no. Perhaps that should frighten her... but it did not. Instead, his greedy, relentless eyes made her excited, grinning a vicious, almost feral smile at him. All eager to be chewed up, swept away, brave this storm - with every intention of coming out again on the other side.
Her hands moved again, and the reaction was immediate. Maea could see the heat rising in him, followed it in the redness of his skin... and then she couldn't see anything else, because his mouth was on hers, teeth snapping at her lip and she was kissing him back, lost, entirely caught up by the feeling of his hand on her breast and his hips as they shifted, angled himself, and then -
then he was inside her, claiming her, and the intensity of his thrusts built so fast that she cried out against his lips. Head spinning so violently she had to close her eyes. She tried to find somewhere to put her hands, her arms, but his back was blocked off by the membrane, so the only place left was around his neck, to make her hands tangle with his hair, touch the horns, hold him down on her so he couldn't stop, couldn't move away again. She moaned in delirious pleasure, tried to move along with him, but his pace was so fast, she couldn't keep up.
Lost in a world full of non-believers Searching for smoke in a still water pond
BASE INSPIRED BY ODD <3
♦ Violence, magic, thievery is permitted with Maea at all times. DM me if you have any ideas ♦
with every breath and every intake tip toe further away
He realizes shortly that he can’t quite keep up with the support he has currently, just one hand splayed – and as she wraps her arms around his neck, locking him close, he moves to place his other hand away from her chest as his finds hers, to add more support along the top of her head, deep into the pillows. He’s burning, he’s on fire, and she has all the water in the world to stop him.
His kisses pause as her hands find his horns, press him down and he finds her neck again, focusing on the other side that hadn’t been caressed as much as his favorite had. And he claims her there too, a warpath ignited by the thrum of delirium in his blood, in the way he takes her. But he feels her trying to keep up, to move with him, and he slows enough to give her a chance, to keep their dance intimately two sided, giving her the option to add her own steps in despite how much she’s taken the rational part of his mind out.
further away from this mistake i'm no savior, i'm no saint
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.
Apparently, even wanton coupling demanded a few adjustments. But she hardly noticed as he shifted his stance, too absorbed in the way his mouth claimed hers, in the inferno of lust he kindled as he kept up the pace, delving fast and deep into her. Maea almost sobbed from the overwhelming pleasure of it, gasped when the occasional thrust hit her so deep and hard it actually did hurt a little (though she loved it, absolutely did not complain at all).
She pushed her head back into the pillows when he moved down to fixate on her neck, hungry kisses followed by sharp nips, hungry bites that would leave her very much bruised and tender when she woke up. And maybe he noticed her struggle to keep up, but he slowed, just enough that she could follow him, meet him, and almost immediately the girl became more vocal, as he began to hit that spot inside her, the one that drove her quite out of her mind. Her fingers tightened in his hair, the grip on his horn relinquished in favor for brushing fingers down his neck, nails scratching over the bronzed skin - feeling it wasn't quite adequate, when he could be feasting like he wanted on her.
Lost in a world full of non-believers Searching for smoke in a still water pond
BASE INSPIRED BY ODD <3
♦ Violence, magic, thievery is permitted with Maea at all times. DM me if you have any ideas ♦
with every breath and every intake tip toe further away
A panting growl against her skin as he slows and she catches up, meeting him and becoming louder. It was like a song to his ears, adding to the electricity that sparked within his veins, lightning to the storm he brought upon her. And so he doesn’t stop, relishing in the feeling of being inside her, of the sensation that her hand that tightens in his hair causes, the way her hand travels down his neck and scratches at it, eliciting more of those growls and groans as he loses himself with her.
It’s almost blinding, the way he zeroes in on her, the way he focuses on her and only her – nothing but the utmost desire and primal need to devour and ravage her. He can feel the tension coiling in his stomach, burning and begging for a release with the louder she becomes, and he shifts again to pull back a small amount from her neck and her to trail his other hand down her side to her lower back, lifting it to arch her into him to give her more room to work with.
further away from this mistake i'm no savior, i'm no saint
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.
It was quick and rough and exactly the way she loved it. Being taken. Used, abused in the most loving way possible. No silk gloves here, no treating her like glass, like porcelain or something breakable that had to be protected. Like this, ravaged and crushed under her lover, Maea felt strangely free, more powerful than ever. Because she chose this. Chose him, time and time again and now he finally got it, finally seemed to understand that she wasn't going to change her mind.
Sweet, tingling tension was coiling through her abdomen, rising up from her thighs as they kept moving, her knees rising to cradle his hips, pull him in deeper, faster, as much as she could take. His hand steadied her, helped her move to places where her bruised back wouldn't otherwise let her, and Maea cried out when she suddenly found herself tumbling over that edge, crashing, burning, breaking quite without warning. She clung to him, willing it to last, wanted to share it with him, and she pressed her face to his neck, bit down on him with fangless teeth, moaning over and over as his thrusting hips kept prolonging the swirling pleasure, dragging it on and on and on...
Lost in a world full of non-believers Searching for smoke in a still water pond
BASE INSPIRED BY ODD <3
♦ Violence, magic, thievery is permitted with Maea at all times. DM me if you have any ideas ♦
with every breath and every intake tip toe further away
She adjusts to fit more of him, and he groans his approval of it halfway between a growl and a purr, breathless and yet panting all the same as he fees the tension rising in her, feels it with each and every deep thrust, a thrumming to the taut string within him. And he tries to ride it out, crushing her beneath him when she suddenly finds that edge – enough that it surprises him and he hums a breathy sounds against her neck, lowering himself to her to capture her lips with his in that very same hunger as before.
He can feel the shocks through her system, breaking the kiss as her head finds his neck and clamps down hard enough that with the pressure of it and the sounds that leave her lips, he’s helpless to stop himself from falling over that edge with her – twitching and burning, muscles clenching and retracting with the pressure applied from the both of them enough to take over. He slows, then, unwilling to part with her so soon, cradling her close to his sweat sheen body as he gasps for breath along her skin and swallows hard as the waves keep coming.
further away from this mistake i'm no savior, i'm no saint
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.
He followed soon after, the heat of his release filling her to the brim. Maea kept her mouth to his neck, savoring the taste of his sweat-slick skin, the feeling of his heaving chest crushing her into the bed. Again, nothing soft or tender in this joining, but it was still incredible, endlessly fascinating. But this time, when her breathing slowly began to catch up, when his hips slowed their frantic pace, she could feel the ache inside her when he moved. Reverberating through her back. Echoing in her neck, where there were far more bruises than normal. A limit had been reached... but oh, had it been worth it.
Rather reluctantly, she let her teeth part with his flesh, but lingered by his neck all the same, stroking her lips over it, kissing and nipping rather more gently than before. Savoring the pleasure that still surged in her at feeling his cock inside her - really, he could probably keep going forever and it would never cease to feel good - and the elation of having found something incredible. Something else that was new, and not for her this time.
Breathing deeply, she let go of him. Leaned back into the bed, and stretched her arms up over her head in catlike contentment, spine arcing luxuriously as muscles clenched in her abdomen, around him. Pain and all. Pleasure and all.
Entirely his.
Lost in a world full of non-believers Searching for smoke in a still water pond
BASE INSPIRED BY ODD <3
♦ Violence, magic, thievery is permitted with Maea at all times. DM me if you have any ideas ♦
with every breath and every intake tip toe further away
Exhaustion sets in immediately once his mind reels and catches up, he’s groggy and hazy, eyes still somewhat glazed when she pulls away and her touches grow softer, lighter, more tender — and he realizes when she releases him, that the bruises that sport her neck and the redness of splotches where teeth had been that would soon become more bruises, that he should have probably been more careful.
She doesn’t seem to mind, however, and he shifts his hands slightly, to drag his fingers along her wings still splayed along the blankets, savoring the feel of her feathers beneath his calloused fingertips. But she arches her back then, stretching out catlike in a way that he can feel her muscles clench around his cock, causing a slightly loud hitch of his breath, a breathless snort soon after, and he reluctantly pulls out of her — checking her body and skin for any lingering pains. Light has begun to filter in through the pale window curtains, cascading along the side of him a bright pale sheen of light that reflected off his skin as he removes all the traces of his partial shifting until it’s just him left behind.
He reaches up to cradle her cheek gently. “Are you okay?” He asks quietly, throat raw and painful but worth every moment — every second.
further away from this mistake i'm no savior, i'm no saint
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.
Maea smiled as she felt his hands stroke the inside of her wings, tired, lazy, more than pleased with this turn of events. She sighed a little when he pulled out, always regretting the parting... but for once, she was actually quite full. Sated, content... and sore enough that she recalled their very first joining, and how she hadn't been able to walk properly after.
No matter. It would probably be bed rest for her anyway. Unless she felt like getting a healer... and Maea wasn't keen on the idea. Some bruises were meant to last. As lessons, as badges of honor. It wasn't like she was dying.
"Mhm, I'm fine," she said, not quite able to keep her eyes open as he touched her cheek. The girl leaned into the touch, nuzzling his hand with her nose - oh, she ached all over, but wasn't about to tell him that. "Are you? That was... unexpected." There was a purr to her voice, and she reached her arms out for him, finding only human skin under her hands. Her wings shimmered and faded away, and Maea wasn't sure if she actually dismissed them, or if she was too tired to keep them there. It didn't matter.
Lost in a world full of non-believers Searching for smoke in a still water pond
BASE INSPIRED BY ODD <3
♦ Violence, magic, thievery is permitted with Maea at all times. DM me if you have any ideas ♦
with every breath and every intake tip toe further away
She can’t keep her eyes open and he understands it deeply, smiling softly as she leans and nuzzles her head into the touch before he notices her wings vanish beneath his own touch as her hands find him again, and he moves away from her, slipping off to her side to pull her close to tangle in with him again, head resting against the pillows as he still fights to catch his breath more fully.
“I am.” He agrees with a rough voice but it’s full of amusement and some hints of humor. Unexpected? She’s telling him. “It was.” He agrees between his breaths, shifting somewhat to try and get comfortable. “I should have thought it might get like that.” He finally manages, knowing enough about his shifts to know that if the way she drags her fingers through his feathers ignites something small, that having her touch the veins of his bat form might have an even more volcanic approach.
He sighs lightly, content, exhausted as he pulls the blankets somewhat around them — half lidded foggy gaze seeking the ceiling in its array of shadows and light.
further away from this mistake i'm no savior, i'm no saint
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.
