i wanted to be ruined —
a little more than i wanted
— to be loved
If he were rusty, she didn’t know of it, nor care. Because she was too, in a sense that it hadn’t really been something she sought out often, but when it came to Halo she couldn’t imagine a better way to spend the time other than the things she’s already been doing. So she invites him in, pulling him close, a whine leaving her lips as the soft kisses shift to nips, burning a warpath down the span of her skin. Not enough to leave a mark, however, but still enough that it might end up sore in the morning. All good things in Kiada’s mind.
Her breath hitches with the reaction he gives her, palming and playing, and as he goes to lift the shirt — her hands abandon him to lift it completely off, bare scarred skin beneath the expanse of cloth that had covered it. Up near the center of her chest there’s another small burn scar, one with a puncture, where Melita had shot her with a fire arrow — healed completely without issue. But that was all she had, hands finding him again as she goes to pull him near and hook her leg around him, pulling him closer and letting a soft moan leave her lips, a spark of that pleasure shot down the bond toward him again.
It’s all she can think about, driven mad by the cloth that separates them, and she finds the expanse of skin beneath the shirt he wears again, lifting it up in her own attempts to remove his shirt, but giving him the time to back down from it as her impatience grows stronger every second. She grinds her hips toward him, trying to spark some reaction from him as well, back arching into him with the feeling and a bit louder of a sound leaving her lips – hoping it’s enough for him to feel, to see, to hear in whatever way he can.
Her breath hitches with the reaction he gives her, palming and playing, and as he goes to lift the shirt — her hands abandon him to lift it completely off, bare scarred skin beneath the expanse of cloth that had covered it. Up near the center of her chest there’s another small burn scar, one with a puncture, where Melita had shot her with a fire arrow — healed completely without issue. But that was all she had, hands finding him again as she goes to pull him near and hook her leg around him, pulling him closer and letting a soft moan leave her lips, a spark of that pleasure shot down the bond toward him again.
It’s all she can think about, driven mad by the cloth that separates them, and she finds the expanse of skin beneath the shirt he wears again, lifting it up in her own attempts to remove his shirt, but giving him the time to back down from it as her impatience grows stronger every second. She grinds her hips toward him, trying to spark some reaction from him as well, back arching into him with the feeling and a bit louder of a sound leaving her lips – hoping it’s enough for him to feel, to see, to hear in whatever way he can.
KIADA
No permission needed for power play!
Feel free to use magic/force on Kiada, without killing her <3
