your hands are scarred from murder

MAEA

He was burning, just like her. Perhaps his thoughts were a bit clearer, despite the alcohol in his veins, but not by much. If he'd really been thinking clearly, this would not be happening. It was reckless, probably a bit stupid, and Maea would no doubt be paying for it later, but... who had time to think about consequences now? When their lips were locked together and she could taste herself on his tongue, and his cock was so close to where she wanted it. She trembled under his hands, the slight pain as they brushed over her bruised back only heightening the sensation; like his nipping teeth usually did. Like she'd become conditioned to love, to expect.

Breathing hard, she licked her lips as he broke the kiss, found his eyes and let herself drown in them for a moment. It never ceased to amaze her how much he wanted her, what her presence, her body did to him, without even trying. She felt him try to shift her, angle her hips just right... and with a little smirk she resisted. Rolled her core over him again, stroking his length with her folds, enveloping him in the damp heat... but not the way he told her to.

"Ask me nicely," she purred, a little breathless, bringing her mouth down to his ear. Kissing the tender skin just beneath it... and nipped, rather hard, teeth sharp and a little demanding, even without fangs.

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

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