KIADA
burn it into my collar, hollowed onto your wrist
He shifts back into the water, and she drifts nearer much like that siren of before – drawing herself above the water just enough that it drips from her neck and shoulders, and as he reaches for her to pull her into a position for him, her body easily molded and moved by him. And with the help of the water and the weightlessness it adds, he easily lifts her to meet his lips – kissing him deeply and greedily, before they part and his growl of a reply reaches her.
Then his hands are on her again, and she shivers – body arching to the touch, to give him everything she can. And she follows the easy guidance, straddling his hips once more but in a way that allows her to taunt him ever so slightly, arms draping about his shoulders, nails digging into his skin where she could reach, drowning herself in a kiss with him deep and hungry.
Then she sinks down onto him, pressing herself down as far as she can with the bright purr of a moan escaping her as he fills her, as her nails dig in a bit tighter with the trail his hand takes. Goosebumps rise in their wake, until he finds her clit, inciting those flames he wished to. There’s a shift in her body with it, a primal urge that transcends it as she lifts her head then, tilting it back, using her position and her legs to lift herself and sink herself down again with another bright moan slipping past her lips.
Then his hands are on her again, and she shivers – body arching to the touch, to give him everything she can. And she follows the easy guidance, straddling his hips once more but in a way that allows her to taunt him ever so slightly, arms draping about his shoulders, nails digging into his skin where she could reach, drowning herself in a kiss with him deep and hungry.
Then she sinks down onto him, pressing herself down as far as she can with the bright purr of a moan escaping her as he fills her, as her nails dig in a bit tighter with the trail his hand takes. Goosebumps rise in their wake, until he finds her clit, inciting those flames he wished to. There’s a shift in her body with it, a primal urge that transcends it as she lifts her head then, tilting it back, using her position and her legs to lift herself and sink herself down again with another bright moan slipping past her lips.
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
