CHULANE
blending into the darkness, & it gets harder to see
The bond cascades through him, the sensation of her pleasure amplifying his own, making it all the more intimate, intense and meaningful. Every time she shared it had a profound impact on him, his desire to share in return only grew, his ability to do so not yet realised, so he relied on his body to do the telling. He matches her rhythm as it picks up, moving in synchrony with her always, feeling the pressure build, the throbbing and pulsing appearing at more frequent intervals, his breath coming with deep, resonate growls and moans that are nothing if not carnally derived.
And she is serviced too, tightening around him with every stroke - he grins against her skin as her command is given, overjoyed to be given it, to comply with it. Then he is biting down on the area just above her scar, growling more animalistically than before as he seeks to bruise, to break the blood vessels just beneath the surface of her skin without breaking the skin itself. He is kissing, and sucking, branding her with a hickey of his own making, leaving his mark on her. All as their hands are otherwise occupied with caverns and members, he finishes his branding effort - just as she moves again.
Moves away from him - he takes a gasping breath at the sudden distance, feeling cast off, lost, adrift - no longer is she in his hands, and he no longer in hers. He seeks to follow her, but is caught by her gaze, pinned by it, not knowing what is expected of him, confused and concerned that he had hurt her, or upset her. But she wouldn't be looking at him like that, wouldn't be inviting him closer, in a different way; realisation dawned with a sharp incline of his heartrate, gulping a large swallow that had his Adam's apple bouncing along his neck at the prospect laid out before him.
He started moving by bending towards her, very deliberating bringing his face near hers to breathe in the scent of her once more, to feel her hot breath on him, before shifting and rising to the kneel she so desired of him, one hand leaning on the edge of the tub, the other her shoulder. He stretched and rose to the full height this position would allow, his erect cock rose above the waterline; he was on presentation to her now, utterly and completely at her mercy.
And she is serviced too, tightening around him with every stroke - he grins against her skin as her command is given, overjoyed to be given it, to comply with it. Then he is biting down on the area just above her scar, growling more animalistically than before as he seeks to bruise, to break the blood vessels just beneath the surface of her skin without breaking the skin itself. He is kissing, and sucking, branding her with a hickey of his own making, leaving his mark on her. All as their hands are otherwise occupied with caverns and members, he finishes his branding effort - just as she moves again.
Moves away from him - he takes a gasping breath at the sudden distance, feeling cast off, lost, adrift - no longer is she in his hands, and he no longer in hers. He seeks to follow her, but is caught by her gaze, pinned by it, not knowing what is expected of him, confused and concerned that he had hurt her, or upset her. But she wouldn't be looking at him like that, wouldn't be inviting him closer, in a different way; realisation dawned with a sharp incline of his heartrate, gulping a large swallow that had his Adam's apple bouncing along his neck at the prospect laid out before him.
He started moving by bending towards her, very deliberating bringing his face near hers to breathe in the scent of her once more, to feel her hot breath on him, before shifting and rising to the kneel she so desired of him, one hand leaning on the edge of the tub, the other her shoulder. He stretched and rose to the full height this position would allow, his erect cock rose above the waterline; he was on presentation to her now, utterly and completely at her mercy.
try to stand & unravel what a man's gotta be
