A warm meal and a quiet night

CHULANE like a river flows surely to the sea She growls at him, she hums a low moan, and he matches it, continuing his ministrations, driven mad with desire as she bucks and moves against him, as her dampness coats his fingers, as her heat has made him slick and hot in return. Then he is in position, and her thoughts pulse towards him, her lust, her desire, matched wholeheartedly by his own. She has shifted, her hips wider, her legs wrapped around him, drawing him nearer. It isn't until her plea hits him that he finally complies, leaning down into her, slowly, excruciatingly so, entering her warm wetness, relishing in the sensation - and also making sure that his length does not hurt her, that their anatomies are compatible, that she can hold all of him without harming herself. And he discovers that she is, groaning deeply, animalistically pressing his lips against her neck as his manhood is enveloped by her womanhood wholly and completely. Then he is moving back again, the motion still deliberate, still careful, drawing himself almost completely out of her before rocking forward to plunge himself completely within her folds once more, repeating the motion again, and again, matching whatever rhythm she sets, his own climax achingly close. His breathing is ragged, his moans deep and constant with the ecstasy, the effort, the lust and empathic bond that she blesses him with. some things are meant to be

KIADA curl your hands into fists, and sharpen your nails. They’re shifting and moving a small amount in their slight dance, her legs moving to try and draw him, to edge him nearer to her, to grasp for what it is she craves. But it’s a dance they’re both waiting on as she purrs and pleads to him through the attuned bond, sending all of her desire toward him in a furry and barrage of emotions. And finally, almost as if the anticipation might kill her first, he lowers himself to her, slipping into her. And the feeling of him filling her has her voice louder now, coloring the air for him and him alone, back arching and nails digging in as she grasps onto him. It takes some adjusting, some shifting of her lower back and hips, but when she manages it he slips even further in and she gasps with the sensation. And then he’s moving again and she's almost whining to him at the unfairness of it, her lust driven mind entirely focused on the feeling of him and the sensation she feels as soon as he’s thrusting into her again. And she helps him set a rhythm with shuddering gasps and moans of her pleasure, her hips bucking into him to drive him deeper and deeper, tightening around him before that string and the pressure grows within her, burning and burning. Her hands trail down from his hair and his head to his hips, to his ass to grasp for more leveredge, to give her something to drive herself further on with him as her panting sounds grow more and more with the build up. She hopes he doesn’t mind when she can’t hold onto this feeling forever, when she’s reaching that peak and it’s washing over her in a light blinding gaze, shivering and shuddering with the pressure and pleasure he’s given her — she only hopes she’s done the same for him. the next time a man tells you to smile, show him bloodstained teeth.

CHULANE like a river flows surely to the sea It is their first time together, their first dance, their first true kiss, their first fuck - and somewhere in the back of his mind he prays it is not the last. As they each discover the other's preferences and habits, shapes and feels, they fall into a rhythm, a motion that is familiar to them both and yet new to them both, for this was it, their inaugural dance. Momentum builds and from somewhere within his chest deep rumbling sounds of pleasure echo, as he presses himself into her again and again, each time hotter, wetter and immensely more pleasurable than the last. Her hands light fires along his skin as they grip onto him, driving him nearer, deeper, closer, and he complies willingly, enthusiastically. But his time is coming, he can deny it no longer as she shudders beneath him, the sensation of her satisfaction the final key his cock needs to release its load. On the final thrust it fills the protection encasing it, causing him to shudder and shiver atop her, his voice groaning in muffled pleasure as his cheek is pressed against her neck. The only motion left now is their deep gasping breaths and the shivers of pleasure that dance and tingle all over him, and her, he sees with deep satisfaction as he props himself up on an elbow, to lesson his weight pressing down on her fit, but slight form - but he didn't extract himself from her, not yet. Instead, he gave a playful wiggle of his hips atop hers, as he leaned down for another kiss, breathless though he was, finding that he could hold it if only to taste her again. Then, as he came up for a gasping breath, he pushed an arm gently beneath her and rolled onto his side, bringing her with him, legs entwined - his cock finally extracting itself from her, to rest flaccid against their thighs (he deftly removed and discarded the now-used protection, tossing it across the room in the vague direction of the bin they can deal with that in the morning). Humming softly as he looked her over with a sleepy, dreamy, utterly smitten grin, he trailed his hand all along her side, from her thighs to her hips, up her waistline and shoulders, and back down again. It was an idle stroke, something he could do all night, if the need for sleep and exhaustion would fuck off and let him. "How was dessert?" he murmured softly, not necessarily expecting or needing a reply, as he relished in this moment with her. some things are meant to be

KIADA curl your hands into fists, and sharpen your nails. It seems she doesn’t have to wonder if she’s matched him, if she’s enough for him. Because as she finishes and rocks and shudders, a gasping cry of a sound slipping from her throat, she can hear and feel the way it affects him. His wave crashes over him too, and she shudders again with the feeling as his breath rakes along her skin, as she burns hot with him in her afterglow, remaining taut and still trembling in her legs and arms as she goes to pull him close, trying to catch her breath. Though it shifts into a slight gasp-turned-laugh as his hips wiggle. “O-Oh.” It sends a sharp jolt through her dazed state, and she pins him with a playful look, an exhausted smile crossing her face when they’re shifting and her body aches without him as she curls up into him, and despite the warmth and sweat that clings to her, she knows she’ll grow cold soon enough. So she nestles herself into him a bit more, her lips seeking out his neck, curling into him as his hand leaves goosebumps sprouting along her skin. His question is met with a hum of a laugh from her, her hand snaking up to rest at his neck to tangle into the dark curls at the base of his neck, pulling him in for another soft kiss at the base of his jaw. “Incredible.” She murmurs against his skin, pulsing her pleasure and afterglow toward him through the bond, sending and sharing everything of her as an open book. She moves her head slightly then to his ear, humming softly against it. “I hope it was as good for you as it was for me.” the next time a man tells you to smile, show him bloodstained teeth.

CHULANE like a river flows surely to the sea Her form snuggling close to him might have been enough to spark an encore from his manhood, had he been in a less exhausted state before they started this evening. As it was, his low humming simply intensified as she came closer to him, her breasts pressing against his chest, her kisses finding his jaw. When she shares her emotions through the bond, the simple pleasure, the afterglow, the satisfaction, he smiles gratefully, never before experiencing someone so open and forthcoming (though to be fair, he'd never done this since discovering what an attuned was). Taking deep breaths as her words tickle his ears, he can't help the single deep breath of a laugh that falls through his lips, hoping she didn't genuinely worry that he had not enjoyed every second of their time here as much as she. Still, not one to leave a girl hanging for an answer, he leaned closer to her again, pressing a kiss against her forehead as his hand rose to gently hold her cheek. "It was, don't ever think otherwise." He said quite solemnly, holding her gaze in his as he hoped the message got across to her. He stroked her jawline with his thumb, before reaching behind her to pull the blanket up and over them, the bite of the air finally beginning to sting against their sweaty forms. Then he pressed another kiss against her forehead, rolling somewhat onto his back, bundling her with him in an embrace so she might rest against his chest or shoulder as a pillow - hoping she intended to stay the whole night, like this, in his arms. some things are meant to be

KIADA curl your hands into fists, and sharpen your nails. Her question is met with him leaning in close, a breathy laugh that she can both hear and feel as her eyes close when his lips find her forehead. She settles, comfortably against him, and when he speaks only then do her eyes open – catching his own and every ounce of meaning behind them. “I won’t.” She hums to him, a small feline smirk crossing her face. That settled that, at least, and if she thought about it more – she’d absolutely be able to get used to this. She’d been alone for so long, after all. But when his thumb strokes her jaw and he draws the blankets over them, she nestles in against him to rest her head along his shoulder, one arm draped languidly over his chest, drawing a leg over his own and tangling herself up with him, waiting for exhaustion to take her away to sleep finally at peace for once. - FIN <3 the next time a man tells you to smile, show him bloodstained teeth.