MAEA
He thought her an angel, some unsullied thing, pure and unblemished. But the truth was, she had blood on her hands too. Not as much as he, perhaps. Nor had her mind strayed to the true dark depths, but... Maea was still human. Very real, and very flawed. Not some porcelain doll, her thoughts not quite so innocent as that. Magic ran rampant in her veins and she loved the shadows more than the light, appreciated life in all it's ugly, dreadful reality only because it would eventually end. She was drawn to the night, to danger, to recklessness and power, and she had become quite addicted to the taste of smoke and drink and salty oceans. If she helped him at all, it was only because he let her in, because he gave her the power to do so.
But perhaps... it was enough, on nights like these. Enough that she could take his head between her small hands and hold him close, kiss him deeply as he brought her bliss beyond imagining. Enough that she burned and was brought closer to the edge with every savage thrust of his hips, every hungry bite of his fanged teeth to her neck... It had to be. Maea couldn't offer anything else, nothing more than herself, and could only pray that he found her to be enough.
His mouth caught her neck, bit down on the skin beneath her ear and buried himself in her, deep and hard, and hit a spot that made her gasp and shudder, pushed over the edge so suddenly that she hardly realized she was falling until she was, and he was breaking in her arms, ecstasy swallowing them both. Her cry was soft, muffled behind tightly closed lips, as if to contain the feeling, keep it with her for as long as possible, keep him with her until they were both spent, breathless, exhausted.
Her arms closed around him. Held him there, inside her, on top of her, for as long as she could. If only she could make time stop flowing...
But perhaps... it was enough, on nights like these. Enough that she could take his head between her small hands and hold him close, kiss him deeply as he brought her bliss beyond imagining. Enough that she burned and was brought closer to the edge with every savage thrust of his hips, every hungry bite of his fanged teeth to her neck... It had to be. Maea couldn't offer anything else, nothing more than herself, and could only pray that he found her to be enough.
His mouth caught her neck, bit down on the skin beneath her ear and buried himself in her, deep and hard, and hit a spot that made her gasp and shudder, pushed over the edge so suddenly that she hardly realized she was falling until she was, and he was breaking in her arms, ecstasy swallowing them both. Her cry was soft, muffled behind tightly closed lips, as if to contain the feeling, keep it with her for as long as possible, keep him with her until they were both spent, breathless, exhausted.
Her arms closed around him. Held him there, inside her, on top of her, for as long as she could. If only she could make time stop flowing...
Lost in a world full of non-believers
Searching for smoke in a still water pond
Searching for smoke in a still water pond
BASE INSPIRED BY ODD <3
