From being an Abandoned who had rarely left the Hollowed Grounds, to embracing the call of adventure, to dying and being reborn first as an Ascended and then as an Ancient, Maea has gone through quite the amount of changes in her life. One thing remains common, though, in her attempts to find out just where she belongs; she’s always had a craving for knowledge which has brought her to so many places and to meet so many people here in Caido. We can’t wait to see what else is in store for her!
Congratulations, Maea!
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Court of the Fallen was created in October of 2018 by Odd, Honey, and Crooked.
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"Could get used to that," you agree as you take the bottle back, watching with hungry eyes as she trips off the dress, though the view is mildly obscured by her proximity to you. Not that you're protesting - the curves of her body glow like fire every point at which they touch you, and your body is responding appropriately, the waistband of your shorts training against the building bulge within.
Obediently you begin to back towards the shower, letting her hungry kiss and needy fingers guide your path. You know the house as well as anywhere else, and could likely navigate blind at this point, which is good because it allows you further freedom to wrap your hands over her ass and tease down to the crease of her thighs. "Mmm, you're hot when you're scolding," you murmur against her lips, grinning as your stubble brushes on her skin. "Remind me not t'get on yer bad side."
You've reached the door to the outdoor shower, though turning the knob will require you to let her go and that's not something you're feeling particularly enthusiastic about. So you begin to sort of stand on tiptoes and lower yourself down, striving valiantly (and hilariously) to get the doorknob under your ass and thus keep your hands free to grasp and grope.
look at everything you've overcome - don't give up now
"You never know - you might like my bad side," Vai mumbles against his lips with a grin, arching against the press of his hands and into the growing bulge in his shorts. The friction draws a delighted hiss of breath through her teeth, the witch pausing to let him kind of, sort of open the door to the shower. "Need a hand?" she asks, drawing back just enough to reach past him, nudging his ass out of the way so she can turn the doorknob.
And so together they go tumbling into the shower, though Zeph will have to be the one who actually initiates the showering part. Vai is already wet enough, besides - something he's about to find out. With fingers threading through the back of his hair and a tongue pressing against his own, Vai reaches down with a free hand to clumsily help him out of his shorts. It would be a lot easier without a hard cock in the way, but that's all the more reason to hurry up.
"I'm willin' t'find out," you groan back in response, hips pressing against the hands that so mercilessly press against your crotch. You laugh as she helps with the door - which you totally would have gotten eventually - slipping your own hand back around her thigh and letting your finger rub over her wetness in thanks.
Then you're out in the shower, half carried and half carrying, your bodies an entangled mess as you work to keep your hands on her while simultaneously letting her pull off your shorts and reaching back to start the shower. The water begins as it usually does, unforgivingly cold and biting before slowly beginning to warm. You gasp at the first frigid deluge, shaking your head like a dog and grinning as you pull Vai closer - for warmth, of course, and not because you so very much enjoy the feeling of your cock slipping between her thighs.
look at everything you've overcome - don't give up now
Gods is it cold, though Vai's squeal of surprise and horror at the temperature is half lost in their kiss. Instinctively she tries to arc away from the stream of water, which is lucky because that's right where Zeph is pulling her anyway, and she glides against his body with the prior distress melting into a moan of enjoyment. Arms looped around him, she pulls back enough to see the oh-so-crookedcharming grin on his face, and her questions about it are silenced by the hard length of his cock sliding between her thighs.
Gasping softly and grinning back at him, Vai rolls her hips teasingly against Zeph, enough to simulate the real thing without any of the satisfaction. "I want you," she whispers through the sweet hush of the shower, her hands already moving to press against tanned skin, working away all traces of salt and sea and sweat.
She rolls against you and you moan through your grin, eyes falling shut in exasperated pleasure at the wanton teasing of close-but-not-quite pressure on your cock. It's a very hard thing (hah) to keep from shoving her up against the wall right then and there, especially as she runs her hands over your salty, tired muscles and whispers just loud enough to be heard over the shower that she wants you and-
-and you know what? Fuck it. Or more appropriately, fuck her.
A week's worth of pent-up aggravation and sexual frustration has mixed with the adrenaline of having seen a ghost, and the sight and smell and touch and taste and sounds of the wild woman you love is just the right sort of ammunition to send you over the edge. Roughly, forcefully, needily you press her back against the shower wall, water cascading over your back as you kneel down and hitch a leg up over your shoulder, wasting no time in going to work on her sweet, delicious core. One arm wraps around said leg; the other holds tight to her hip, fingers clasped possessively on her pale skin. You don't want her to cum yet - just to come close.
look at everything you've overcome - don't give up now
Vai's moan is almost a laugh as she's pressed back against the wall, breath hitching at the cool feel of it against the warm shower (and even warmer body that kneels between her thighs). There's no stopping Zeph - the witch has been around him for long enough to know that much by now - and so she's pliant as he hitches one leg over his shoulder, a hot mouth and deft tongue coming to capture her.
There's no hiding her breathless cry of pleasure, the way she arcs into the attention with fingers curling in his damp hair. It's been a week without for Vai too, after all, and she doesn't really give a damn who hears them. Zeph's name leaves her lips in a curse or a plea, it's not all that certain, but the tilt of her hips directs him straight to her clit, and gods but if he doesn't know how to hit all the right spots. "Fuck," she gasps, toes curling, as if she might be able to push herself further into his ministrations.
No, no stopping you now that you've decided what you want - and what you want is her, exactly like this, your name a hymn and her moans a symphony, desire a fire you stoke with a deft and greedy tongue. You worship at the altar of her cunt, sucking and licking, responding to her body, her breathing, her cries, a diligent acolyte to the almighty clit.
There's only so long you can go, however, before your own need is a raging tornado, threatening to tear you apart. With a final firm suck on Vai's clit you extract yourself from the heat between her legs, standing up and going in immediately for a kiss, not caring that her juices still drip down your lips. "You taste incredible," you growl against her, reaching for her hips and tugging her roughly. "I'm gonna watch yer face while I make you cum." You're sliding into her now, the last word a groan of pleasure and lust. "And then I'm gonna cum inside'a you." The words are punctuated by thrusts now, your lips on her neck, your body moving into a rhythm of primal urgency and want. "'Cus yer all mine, Vai, and I need you so fucking bad."
look at everything you've overcome - don't give up now
Vai doesn't try to conjure words as he surges up the length of her body into a kiss, too busy moaning into his mouth and reeling from the sudden departure from the ecstasy between her legs. She can taste herself on his tongue, her arms looping around his neck and her leg hitching up to curl about his hips as he drags her closer. She's adrift and undone, throwing her head back as Zeph finally slides himself inside her, burying himself to the hilt.
"Gods, Zeph, you feel so good--" Panting, Vai can barely even keep herself on her feet, her fingers threading through the back of his hair, her hips automatically surging to meet his every thrust until there's only the hush of the shower and the slap of wet skin. She feels heat tightening low in her belly already, drawn forth by his oh-so-talented tongue, her fingernails drawing a pattern of need across his back.
"Fuck, I'm gonna cum," she moans, fingers tightening in his hair so she can draw him up into another kiss.
Words fall away to rhythm and movement, gasps and moans and growls and mewls. It's a dance, and you've always been good at dancing, your body moving in time with hers, separating and then coming back together, the cycle perfectly tantalizing. You can feel her hand clutching onto your back while the other grips your hair, the wanton gesture driving you crazy, closer and closer to the edge.
You might have responded to her declaration that she is gonna cum with more verbal enthusiasm, but she's pulled your lips against hers in a fiery kiss you will not - and cannot - deny. The pace of your hips increases in response, any semblance of self-control totally abandoned by now. You don't give a shit about the ghosts in your attic or the idiots on the boat or whoever can hear you. All the fucks you have to give belong to the woman tangled in your arms. The heat in your belly is an undeniable thing, and with one last string of 'Vai'-laced curses you bury yourself into her and cum.
look at everything you've overcome - don't give up now
There aren't words needed for this now - their bodies speak for them, and Vai's cry of surprise and ecstasy as Zeph thrusts deeper, faster, is lost in the dance of their tongues. She cums a few seconds before he does, arcing and squeezing around him, taut like a bowstring and throwing her head back to serenade the water drenching over them. Her fingers spasm in his hair, a final gasp hitching in her throat as he surges forward and over the edge as well, and they slump back against the wall together.
For a few blissful moments there's just the static of Vai's thoughts, the pounding of her heart and the quiet panting of breath, the witch tangled all around Zeph without any intention of letting him go. Her head tilts to rest against his, eyes slipping shut for a second or two while her hands drape more gently around his shoulders. "I fucking love you," she whispers, a sudden wicked grin on her lips that she just can't wipe off. "You are something else, you know."
The water dampens the sounds of your orgasms, lending to the intimacy of the moment, the illusion of privacy in this (relatively) public place. You're more than content to hold her against you, rotating so your back to the wall and then sliding down onto the damp ground, the witch still tangled in your arms as water falls over and around you. Anyone who looked could absolutely see your bare ass in the gap between the shower walls and the ground, but let 'em look.
Only she can touch.
"Love y'more," you murmur in response, eyes closed in contentment as your faces come together in an intimate not-quite-kiss, further making it feel as though there's nothing in the world but her. Your cock is slipping out of her, soft now, but it doesn't mean your desire to have her close has waned in the least. The grin you can hear without seeing earns a twin in your own; "This mean y'won't ship me out again? I finally earned m'place?"
12-18-2020, 06:56 PM (This post was last modified: 12-18-2020, 07:07 PM by Vervain.)
look at everything you've overcome - don't give up now
He slouches down with her in his arms and Vai goes willingly, her eyes closed against the hush of the shower and their attempts to catch their breath, forehead resting against Zeph's. His question brings out a scoff of laughter, the witch already winding her arms around him properly, blinking her eyes back open so she can gaze into his face. "Never shipping you out again," she informs him, her voice barely more than a whisper.
"You've more than earned your place." Vai grins, sitting back enough to smooth wet hair away from his forehead, brushing her nose over his. "Now, come on. As fine as this celebration is, you'll get a cold ass sitting on the ground for too long. Let's go dry off." And maybe collapse into bed for a nap, and not think about ghosts at all.
Carefully - and on feet that are more than a bit wobbly - Vai gets to her feet and offers Zeph a hand.
Your ass is cold, but you don't mind in the least because the rest of you is warm - both inside and out. Contentment practically radiates off of you in waves, your lips brushing lightly on her exposed skin, a grumbled half-hearted protest leaving you as she suggests you get up. You hold her tight a moment before letting her stand, trying to communicate ok but you aren't getting away from me that easy in a simple squeeze, and then you take her hand and stand, grabbing the bottle as you do.
"Here. Turn around," you instruct, handing Vai the (slightly watered-down) whiskey and gently spinning her away with you. A washcloth hangs from a peg on the wall, and you take this and a bar of soap, rubbing gently over her back in circles of white lather. With a great deal of care and attention you caress her shoulders, letting the cloth travel down between her scapulae, paying heed to anywhere she seems to particularly enjoy. Yeah, you're the one who's filthy with sand and salt, but you need this. The simple act of cleaning her, caressing her, showing how much you care-
Of being allowed to care again. It's a fucking high unlike anything else you've tried to use to fill that void.
look at everything you've overcome - don't give up now
Luckily for Zeph, Vai has no intention of getting away from him that easy, and she grins as they find their way onto their feet in at least some capacity. The water is still warm compared to the cold ground and, grabbing the whiskey, it's with a raised brow that the witch slowly turns around. "If you use this as an excuse just to slap my ass, I'll--" What she'd do is lost in the sudden attention paid to her, Vai humming out a note of surprised contentment and closing her eyes.
The bottle in her hand is forgotten in lieu of soft touches and careful hands; she honestly can't remember the last time she was able to enjoy such simply intimacy, and it's enough to have him melting into his attention. "You're the one who needed a shower," she points out with a playful smile, drawing her dark hair over one shoulder and glancing back at him with eyes warmed by affection.
