Eloise
Having been an illusionist all her life, it wasn't so much that her abilities faded away as her mind became ever more taken by Jack's movements, so much as things simply changed. With every thrust the world seemed to mirror the heat increasing in Eloise' belly: a storm brewed out in the illusory sea with lightning flashes that punctuated Jack's movements. With every shuddery breath Eloise tried to stifle with teeth against the captain's shoulder, a wind would feel as though it was howling across their skin. Her thoughts were entirely without form now, a chaos of sensations that rippled outwards, removing the sand from the illusory island such that the bed was left floating out at sea.
Pushing her palms against Jack's shoulders and stilling her hips, Eloise shifted beneath him, communicating in no uncertain terms I want you from behind. Only instead of him simply grabbing at her hips and letting him thrust away, the illusionist instead reached for one of his arms, dragging him down on top of her. This might be fucking pure and simple, but that didn't mean Eloise wanted him far away.
Reaching for his wrist and trying to drag it across her so that her throat was in the crook of his elbow, she let her thoughts impress upon him just how she wanted him to have her: an arm around her throat, his body weight against hers, near immobile beneath his movements.
Pushing her palms against Jack's shoulders and stilling her hips, Eloise shifted beneath him, communicating in no uncertain terms I want you from behind. Only instead of him simply grabbing at her hips and letting him thrust away, the illusionist instead reached for one of his arms, dragging him down on top of her. This might be fucking pure and simple, but that didn't mean Eloise wanted him far away.
Reaching for his wrist and trying to drag it across her so that her throat was in the crook of his elbow, she let her thoughts impress upon him just how she wanted him to have her: an arm around her throat, his body weight against hers, near immobile beneath his movements.
I bury hatchets but I keep maps of where I put 'em
