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His response was a question and an answer all in one, and Maea found she didn't know what to say, if she should say anything at all. It was very hard to think at all with his hands stroking her thighs, the skin on the inside tender and blessedly free from bruises. Very soft, very sensitive... and his stubbled cheek against it made her very keenly aware of every movement he made. His mouth was hot against it, the fingers light and taunting as they circled upwards from the knees and towards... towards...
Again her hands found his hair, fingers squeezing it as if needing something to hold on to. Tickling currents of pleasure zipped from the places he touched, upwards, to where he was clearly headed. Maea was shocked to find herself quite ready for him already, a sweet ache building between her legs in anticipation. He'd never done this before... she had no idea what to expect. Just knew he was teasing, dragging it out... and if she tried to hurry him, it would only make him play even more.
So she watched him, with dialated pupils and smoldering gaze. And waited, breath bated and quick, shallow intakes that did little to actually ground her. Perhaps she was a little tense... but he would no doubt remedy that soon enough.
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
Oh he absolutely would drag it out if he were sober – but he’s also quite greedy and still a bit drunk, self-control to drag it out is little to none. And so he continues his trek up the insides of her thighs, kisses lingering and slow, tilting a small amount into the hands that find his hair again. He lifts himself enough once he’s gotten close to the apex of her thighs, pressing lingering kisses to the hollows of her hips, hovering above her as she tries to catch her own smoldering gaze, a confident Cheshire smirk along his face.
He drags his fingers along the inside of her thigh, feather light until finally reaching the center, hands curling to where his knuckles brush delicately along her, waiting for a reaction before applying a small amount more pressure, already able to see how he’s affecting her with the way her pupils dilate.
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 torture. Very sweet, very gentle, but still torture all the same. A pounding ache was forming in her groin, craving attention, and he was dragging it out. Maea forgot to be embarrassed at having him there, too absorbed by what he was doing to care about anything else. His mouth was warm, the breath hot against her skin, and she shifted ever so slightly when he kissed the hollow of her hips, a little ticklish. A little restless too.
When his knuckles finally touched her, dragged along her center, the girl drew in a sharp breath. Her hips bucked up reflexively, but even that small motion sent a flare of agony through her back muscles and she had to settle back. Unable to do anything but let him continue. Her heart was racing now, along with the breath, and as he applied more pressure, stroking her again, Maea whimpered softly under the surging pleasure. Her teeth were at the lip again, biting down, just as her hands tightened in his hair.
It felt good. So very good.
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 melts the way he wants her to, shifting and twitching against his touch when he finally does reach her. He hears her sharp inhale, feels her buck her hips reflexively, and with it he smirks lightly – realizing her limit of how she can’t quite move as much as she would likely like to. But he continues on, the pressure increasing a small amount, lowering his head to the inside of her thigh again, dragging his tongue softly along the inside of her thigh – so close and yet so far.
But he shifts his hand so his knuckles aren’t at the forefront any longer, and instead he presses his thumb to her in gentle circles at first – trying to elicit those sounds he loves from her so much, waiting delicately to praise her for them when she does. The horns sprout once more from his head, giving her something else to hold onto should she want to, a way to guide him aside from his hair if she wants to.
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 knew her too well. Understood exactly what made her react, plucked the sensitive spots on her body like lutestrings, until she vibrated under his hands. His fingers shifted over her, knuckles replaced by a thumb and Maea whimpered again as it pressed down gently, circling on her. The brief surge became a steady flow of the sweet, bright, persistent ache and her breaths grew deeper, eyes fluttering close while her head fell back.
Again she tried to move her hips, and once more she had to succumb to the limits her bruises imposed, unable to bear the agony. If she just lay still though, the pleasure he inflicted on her went straight to her head, zipping up and down her body to the chest, the back, tingling across the skin as if he had the power of some electric current. Feeling his tongue drag over her thigh, hot and slick, drew a soft moan from her.
When the horns sprouted from his head, her fingers sought them out and took hold of one, the other still obsessing about his hair, dragging fingernails over his scalp. But she didn't try to tug him anywhere, not yet. Still wanted to see what he was planning, what he would do on his own... Though Maea was becoming keenly aware of what she wanted, her insides empty and aching, missing him.
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 hums his approval to her as she gives into the feeling, to the sounds she gives him as he carefully works to avoid hurting her to give her pleasure. He’s burning with her, but in a slightly different way – savoring her, worshipping her, giving her whatever he can to please her and draw that exhaustion from her. He can feel her grasp one of the horns, the other hand of hers dragging her nails along his scalp, and it’s all the confirmation he needs. He smirks into his kisses, into the touch he gives her, his thumb pausing in its circling to press gently against the bone of her leg.
And to praise her for her reaction, he nears her then, breaking the eye contact as he focuses on her sweetest spot – hand moving beneath her to lift her hips a small amount, tongue slipping to caress her softly at first and then a small amount stronger – drowning in the taste of her, craving and wanting more. A hum of appreciation is given, enough that it might add an additional vibration through her as he continues, wondering what kind of reaction this might give him.
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.
By now, she should have stopped being surprised by the things he did, the new heights he brought her too. There was always something better, something that felt more and drew more reactions from her, and this... the feeling of his tongue as it lapped at her, was unlike anything she'd felt. It was so soft, warm and cold at the same time against the heat of her folds, shockingly slick even in her state, so wet and ready.
Maea moaned again, a sweet, high keen that vibrated through the air of the room, interrupted only by shuddering intakes of breath; her thighs tightened around him where he lay between them, his hand under her hips offering just enough support to not aggravate the bruises. The torrent of pleasure his mouth brougth her quite overwhelmed the girl, her head spinning so much she had to close her eyes. One of her hands left his head, his hair, and went up to cover her mouth, a poor attempt at stifling the sounds she made... afraid someone would hear, would know exactly how she felt right now. What he did to her.
The hum he made did send vibrations through her, and Maea tried to press herself closer to him, the hand on his horn tightening, to keep him there, to make him continue. Like he needed persuasion...
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 was so new when it came to all of this, all of these different ways of achieving and worshipping and loving that he’s immensely pleased to show her the endless possibilities. And just as he’d said, she wouldn’t have to do anything – that he could have it handled and covered with delicate fingers and the gentle fierceness of his tongue as he strokes her. And the sounds that leave her, that she tries to stifle do cause a brief smile to hint at the corner of his lips.
She doesn’t need to stifle it, he doesn’t care what anyone hears. Besides, it’s far likely most people would be too busy with the chatter of downstairs to hear anything or care anyway. As far as he’s concerned he wants her to be as vocal as she wishes, telling him just how much she liked to be touched in this way. Though it’s not like he can’t see it, can’t taste it, with the way her body reacts to his ministrations.
She tries to press closer, and the hand around his horn tightens and he sighs a somewhat hot breath against her – diving in deeper, exploring with his tongue before his hand leaves from supporting her, to drift and trace around her leg once more back to her. The calculated strokes he gives her continue faster, partially shifting his tongue to be a small amount rougher – and when he thinks that she’s ready, he slips his index finger into her, to give her something to grind against as he plays.
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.
Oh, she liked it. Liked it very much indeed. The way he moved his tongue over her was all kinds of incredible, and try as she might Maea wasn't able to stay quiet. It was such an intense, ceaseless torrent of pleasure that she thought she might drown. Far more intimate than anything they'd done so far, because he was eating her, feasting on her, and she didn't want it to stop.
As his tongue picked up the pace, so too did her moans come quicker, more desperate, egging him on. Her voice deepened too when he hit certain spots, driving her far beyond thinking or caring about anything than him, his mouth, his hands... His tongue got rougher and faster, making her spine arch, pain ebbing away in favor of this insane pleasure.
Then he pushed a finger inside her, and Maea shuddered, groaned with a voice that could as well have come straight from her thighs. Every bit of focus went straight to her core, to the muscles that tensed and tightened around his finger. Shifting under him, she balled her fist into the sheets by her head, fingers closing tight around his horn as she shifted. Pressed closer, pushed herself down to sheathe him in deeper. She was gasping, praying, his name on her lips in a plea not to stop, to keep going.
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
The sounds that come from her are like music to his ears, and he practically hums beneath the moaning praises he receives. All different pitches, different bits of desperation, and if he had wanted to pause and prolong it, he’d tell her just how much he appreciates her in this moment, writhing beneath the actions he gives her. But he doesn’t, only pausing when needed to breathe despite his own panting. Tongue raking along his lips as he does so, before he dives in again.
He can feel her tighten around his finger, slick with her, that he begins to pump it a small amount faster, until he’s sure she’s loosened up enough to curl his finger in a small stroke within her, distracting her as he continues to explore her with his tongue, slowly circling the teardrop he finds there. But it’s not enough, not enough as he grows dizzy with her, and he flattens his tongue against her as he withdraws his finger from her. He takes a deep breath, gaze lustful and dark and stormy as he glances up to her from beneath the cover of her thighs.
And then he lowers himself, tongue entering her to soak the taste of her up, his free arm’s muscles twitching slightly as he goes to lift her hips up again, to get as deep as he can as fast as he can — to devour her in the gentlest way he knows how, before smirking to himself and withdrawing to her teardrop again, to replace his finger where it had been before in that same stroking pattern inside her, wanting to feel her tighten around him.
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.
How was she supposed to stand more of this? It was such a barrage of pleasure, and she got no break from it, no chance to catch her breath or adjust before he did something new that only added another layer of sensation. The way his tongue moved over her clit, how his finger shifted inside her, curling up to scrape against her inner wall, it drove her half out of her mind, and Maea could do nothing. Couldn't move, couldn't reach him to touch more than his head, and her palms were aching, empty, lacking him.
She protested wildly when he withdrew the finger and pried her eyes open, her expression so gone as she looked down to meet his gaze. His eyes made her shudder, the sheer predatory hunger in them enough to make her go limp again, submitting to the unspoken demand... and he disappeared from view, raised her up higher until her back complained and then... and then... oh Gods, she felt his tongue push inside her. Taste her, drink her up.
Maea almost shattered then and there, came very close all at once but then he withdrew again and the finger was back, diving in deeper, stroking that spot within that made her clench up, moan as her head tossed wildly from side to side. Unable to contain all these sensation within her small body.
The edge was still close, still so very near, and her hands came back to his horns, steered him down, back where he'd been. "Please, again. Do it again, I want to... I want you, Sunjata..!" She whimpered, pleaded, voice a jumbled, barely legibile mess. Had she ever lost herself quite like this before? Had he driven her out of her mind to this extent? The girl couldn't remember anything else but knew it was the most amazing thing she'd ever felt. (Though she thought that every time, so...)
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
This was the entire goal, to have her forget about her bruises and pain, to tire her out until she managed to sleep well enough, and so far it works — it drives her out of her mind and he’s thoroughly pleased with the result, prepared completely to fuck her like this without expecting anything in return, despite his own aching need for her. He’s here to please her, to worship her, her voice like a prayer to his ears.
And then she’s grabbing onto his horns, pleading, begging him to continue — and he reluctantly drags himself away from her clit, panting hot breaths against her. But he can oblige her, unsure if by the way he’s drunk on her he might get away with not giving in. And so he does, pausing against her skin and flesh to try and catch his breath a small amount. When he finally manages to get a decent amount of air, he growls against her, pressing a hungry kiss against her before dragging his tongue down, angling her hips up to slip into her again.
And he begins to curl his tongue slightly within her against the spots she’s liked, soaking her up, devouring her until all he can see or think is her. One of his hands slips back up, to press his thumb against her clit again, circling and stroking as he continues the pumping curl of his tongue — waiting, savoring the tension within her that’s begging for a release.
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 didn't take much more to bring her to that edge. The pause as he breathed nearly did it on its own. The kiss brougth her to a teetering brink, and then he was back there, tongue inside her, pushing in deep as it could. Maea's breaths deepened, the ache building up to unbearable heights in her thighs, in the stomach, in her breasts.
When she came, it was with sobbing relief, her fingers closing tightly on his curls, kneading and tugging as gently as she was able when control was the furthest thing away from her mind in that moment. Her cry was soft and rather less quiet than before, but all the more private. For him, and only him to hear as she broke, shattering around him.
It seemed to last forever. Might, too, if he kept touching her, if he didn't stop. And Maea didn't want it to, didn't want him to ever let her go.
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’s close, and he can tell it even before he slips into her. But it still does little to prevent him from giving her everything he can, relishing in the way she crashes and shatters around him. His breath hitches against her, growling his approval as she trembles for him. He takes all of her, drowning in her, before he reluctantly withdraws — but his thumb continues to stroke gently, following through with the aftershocks of the pleasure that rack through her until he can capture his breath and she becomes too sensitive. If she does, that is.
He looks back up to her, panting, wiping at his mouth briefly before kissing her thigh again softly and tenderly with love, as he moves from his space between her thighs to move up beside her, resting with his back against the pillows as his chest rises and falls as he pants and continues to capture his breath. His hand seeks hers out, an uncomfortable tension coiling within him as his other arm lifts to rest along his forehead. After a moment, he turns his head to her with a feline grin. “Tired now?” He purrs to her breathlessly.
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.
