AmaLIa
shield of safrin
Arching spine and head thrown back; her chest heaves, rising and falling, breasts pushing through the surface of the water and into his waiting embrace. Any hope of escape is thwarted by the hand on her sacrum, but of course she does not want to evade his grasp. She presses into it, whimpering, mewling, begging wordless for more and more.
His mouth continues to trace its way down, following the lines of musculature on her sternum, causing her to shiver and shudder with desire. Tantalizing, tormenting, well-deserved torture. An attempt to pout prettily devolves into gasps, any true sense of discontent melting away beneath his ministrations, only one thought, one word, coherent in her mind.
Deimos....!
His mouth continues to trace its way down, following the lines of musculature on her sternum, causing her to shiver and shudder with desire. Tantalizing, tormenting, well-deserved torture. An attempt to pout prettily devolves into gasps, any true sense of discontent melting away beneath his ministrations, only one thought, one word, coherent in her mind.
Deimos....!
you can't choose what stays
and what fades away
and what fades away
