Seraphina
the artificer
it's cold, it's dark, it's deep and it's wet
and you ain't gonna make it if you don't let someone in
and you ain't gonna make it if you don't let someone in
She’s needed this itch scratched for a long time, too. Honestly, the true surprise comes from it being Ronin, a demigod of all people. She simply relishes in it all the more, arching against him, pressing herself against him wherever she can while simultaneously trying to get him to drive into her more and more.
He presses in a mark against her neck and she hums her moans against his ear, one hand lifting to tighten into his hair, burning against his more urgent pacing. And her free hand, as Ronin’s are occupied, slip to tend to herself — the hand in his hair aiming to tug his head back just enough that she could capture his lips with her own, to nip at his bottom lip as she drives herself with his help closer to that edge, her body tightening and bracing around him as the sounds that leave her grow louder and more desperate.
He presses in a mark against her neck and she hums her moans against his ear, one hand lifting to tighten into his hair, burning against his more urgent pacing. And her free hand, as Ronin’s are occupied, slip to tend to herself — the hand in his hair aiming to tug his head back just enough that she could capture his lips with her own, to nip at his bottom lip as she drives herself with his help closer to that edge, her body tightening and bracing around him as the sounds that leave her grow louder and more desperate.
darlin', darlin', why don't you sleep at night?
the colder the heart, the warmer the gun
the colder the heart, the warmer the gun
