your hands are scarred from murder

MAEA

Honestly, at this point he could do anything at all, and Maea wouldn't protest. Her breath caught at feeling his cock pressing against her core, voice coloring her breath in a soft whimper. Just his voice against her neck was enough to send goosebumps flaring over her skin, and she nestled into his arms, elated at being home, home, home.

When he turned them, she followed easily, adjusting herself so she wound up straddling him. There was a slight protest to her bruised leg at the new angle, but it was easily ignored. Her back wouldn't let her sit up much though, so she remained leaned into his chest, hands coming up to rake through his hair while her mouth dove in for his, to kiss him deeply, hungry as if she'd been starved. Her tongue darted out, brushed over his lips, eager to join his, to play with those lethal fangs and see if they were as sharp as she remembered.

The position did not aggravate any injuries though, and Maea loved feeling his body flush against her chest and stomach, feeling his hardness against her... She rolled her hips, moved over him ever so slightly, wanting to draw some reaction from him. To hear his voice again.

Lost in a world full of non-believers
Searching for smoke in a still water pond

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