your hands are scarred from murder

MAEA

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

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