KIADA
burn it into my collar, hollowed onto your wrist
Perhaps it’s just the yearning to be closer to him, as close as physically she can be in a land covered with snow and ice and nothing much else to do when all her work was finished. Perhaps it was just the draw of him, the pull of her heart and mind whenever he entered a room, whenever he spotted her among the crowd. Perhaps it was a mix of everything and yet nothing at all that has her not wishing for him to leave as she voices her option — a bath among other activities…
And he accepts it, much to her pleasure, tilting her head up to him and arching her back among the steaming water as it starts to soak her hair when he kisses her. And she gives into him, but remains far enough out of reach of everything else until he’s there in the water with her. And it goes on, a tangle of a deep kiss while she fights from pulling him into the water with her, until he breaks it to do just that. Her eyes follow him, sultry and glazed a small amount with her lust while he sinks into the tub with her, the Harpy shifting ever so slightly to make space for him.
He reaches for her, hands wandering along her skin beneath the warmth of the water, goosebumps rising into the touch as she hums appreciatively, back arching and pressing herself into the touch even more.
But then he’s pulling her to him, and he doesn’t have to try hard at all as she’s moving her legs to straddle him, to create a small amount of space to kneel on either side of him, peering down as her hands lift and she presses herself against him with a sultry smirk, a honey dripped hum coloring the air with the trailing of his hands. Her own find his hair, tugging at the dark curls to tilt his head back, to capture a kiss that’s longer and deeper than before now that she has some semblance of an advantage, before one hand begins to trail down and down along his chest — tauntingly slow — until she finds the V of his torso, dancing her fingertips gently along his skin. And when she’s had enough toying with that, her fingers dip even lower, seeking out his length beneath the small wakes of water in the bath while shifting her hips a small amount into his hands, into the promise he offers with his own.
And he accepts it, much to her pleasure, tilting her head up to him and arching her back among the steaming water as it starts to soak her hair when he kisses her. And she gives into him, but remains far enough out of reach of everything else until he’s there in the water with her. And it goes on, a tangle of a deep kiss while she fights from pulling him into the water with her, until he breaks it to do just that. Her eyes follow him, sultry and glazed a small amount with her lust while he sinks into the tub with her, the Harpy shifting ever so slightly to make space for him.
He reaches for her, hands wandering along her skin beneath the warmth of the water, goosebumps rising into the touch as she hums appreciatively, back arching and pressing herself into the touch even more.
But then he’s pulling her to him, and he doesn’t have to try hard at all as she’s moving her legs to straddle him, to create a small amount of space to kneel on either side of him, peering down as her hands lift and she presses herself against him with a sultry smirk, a honey dripped hum coloring the air with the trailing of his hands. Her own find his hair, tugging at the dark curls to tilt his head back, to capture a kiss that’s longer and deeper than before now that she has some semblance of an advantage, before one hand begins to trail down and down along his chest — tauntingly slow — until she finds the V of his torso, dancing her fingertips gently along his skin. And when she’s had enough toying with that, her fingers dip even lower, seeking out his length beneath the small wakes of water in the bath while shifting her hips a small amount into his hands, into the promise he offers with his own.
heaven knows i don't follow, but i believe in this
No permission needed for power play!
Feel free to use magic/force on Kiada, without killing her <3
