Court of the Fallen was created in October of 2018 by Odd, Honey, and Crooked.
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He doesn't stop. Whether because he's doing what she asked or because he can't is up in the air, but she's thankful either way. He continues to lap at her like she's the best thing he's tasted and she gives him everything. Each shiver, jerk, and sound all real. No show is being put on. As if she could even focus on that right now. Not with the way he devours her.
The heat that washes through her is sudden. White hot and all consuming as her body convulses. Her mouth falling open in a silent wail as her hips stutter against his mouth. There is a gush of slickness and had she been more aware, she might actually be embarrassed, but she can't find it in herself to be.
Maeve slumps back against the mattress. A light sheen of sweat covering her skin as her body melts. Limbs loose and heavy as she releases him. Finally her eyes flutter back open and she looks down at him with a heavy lidded gaze.
She licks her lips, trying to find her words. Trying to plan her next step. Maeve comes up short as her chest heaves, sucking in breaths in attempts to slow her racing heart.
Poor little girl still waiting for her happy ending
He's pretty sure he can't breath at one point but it's fine because she finally lets him go after a moment. He sits up, rocking back onto his heels as he looks down at her. There is a moment where he thinks. He should leave. He's done what he came here to do. But then again. This was a two part thing. He's gotta do what she wants to do. 'Maybe I want you to fuck me the way you want to.'
The thought makes him shudder slightly as he crawls over her. He's only doing what she asked him to do. He's not doing this because he wants it. Even if his body is betraying what he's trying to make himself think. No, he's just doing this because she asked.
He's still fully dressed but that doesn't stop him from pressing against her as he buries his face into her neck. "Do you want more?" He rolls his hips against her's, making sure she can feel him. "Do you want me to fuck you?" His voice is low as he starts to move against her, licking and biting at the pale column of her neck.
She's a whore and he's a paying customer. This is how this is supposed to go, right? Everything before was just foreplay. A weird act of fetish to make him feel better about himself. He doesn't really care about her. She's something to be used for his pleasure. And yet..
His eyes on her continue to make her burn and if she wasn't so fuzzy from her orgasm she'd probably be a bit more shy about all of this. The way he drinks her in. The way he just watches her so closely like he's torn between what to do next. His lips are shiny from her, a little red and swollen from all the work he put in to make her cum. Maeve draws her bottom lip between her teeth before he's suddenly moving.
He covers her body with his own and she's surprised by how much bigger he is than her. Long and lean limbs with corded muscle covering his frame. Her hands find his shoulders just as his face finds her neck. When he settles between her thighs, rubbing himself against her still throbbing center she whines. The sound high and needy. Maeve nods in response, drawing in a shaky breath even as her eyes flutter shut when his cock manages to rub against her clit just right. "Yes..More," she pants, fingers finding the hem of his shirt and yanking it over his head.
She needs to get her hands on his skin now or she's going to fucking lose her mind. The shirt is quickly discarded and her hands run down his back, nails scratching along the way before her fingers curl at his hips, tugging him closer to he core. "You know what I want. I told you before." Except she knows he wants her to say it. Wants her to admit that she wants this. His teeth at the skin of her throat is distracting and she struggles for a moment between trying to get his pants off and trying to formulate words, but eventually she manages. "Please fuck me.. Want you, Locke.." There. She said it. It's out in the open and undeniable now.
For the first time, she's not thinking about work. All she's thinking about is the feeling of his skin against hers and his cock between her legs. He's finally getting what he wants. She's enjoying this. Too much. Little does she know how much of a mistake this is. At the end of all of this, she's still nothing more than a whore to him.
Poor little girl still waiting for her happy ending
She's really in it, isn't she? There's a little chuckle as she wrestles with his clothes and he sits up to help her. Soon enough, he's naked and rubbing against her again. He makes a soft noise as he finally feels her properly against him. She's warm and wet and he can't wait to sink into her. But he doesn't, not right away. It's the pitch her in voice that makes him finally give in.
His movements are slow, careful, as he sinks into her. The noises he makes against the crook of her neck are deep and rumbly until he bottoms out. Locke waits a moment, adjusting to her before slowly easing back out. He sets a slow pace, letting his body get to know her's. And maybe he wants to draw this out a little bit. It's not often he gets with someone like her.
"That's a good Kitten. Feels so good." Another bite to her neck before he nips at her earlobe. It's easy, maybe too easy, to sink into the act of sex without thinking or feeling too much. He's using her, she's using him, something like that. He doesn't know anymore. Even as he picks up his pace, he has to ignore the way his chest tightens at the thought of leaving. If he keeps a slow pace, he can draw this out. Not that he wants to draw it out but.. Maybe.
His fingers dig into the soft bedding as he pushes himself again so he can look down at her. Small, pale, dark hair spread out against the silky white sheets. He feels bad suddenly, like he needs to leave. He's gone too far and this isn't fair. But if he leaves now, he'll have to explain it. If he just.. finishes, it will be like standard procedure. Right?
If she wasn't so needy there would probably be a flash of irritation when he chuckles, but instead she just reaches for him again. Slender fingers tugging and pulling in an attempt to help free him of his clothes. It seems to take an eternity, but finally he's just as naked as she is save the camisole that's still on. Maeve sits up to pull the remaining garment off of her person and she's left naked before him. Something he doesn't stop to admire before he's covering her body with his again.
He's hot and hard between her thighs, slipping through the lips of her center as he ruts against her, slicking himself up. Then the head of his cock is catching at her entrance and Maeve reaches between them to help guide him in. He doesn't need it though. Her own moans and whimpers mix with the sounds he's making against her skin and when he finally bottoms out inside of her she has to catch her breath. The stretch is exquisite and she squirms beneath him to adjust.
Before she has too long to get used to him, he's drawing back and sinking into her all over again. Her eyes flutter shut as one of her legs comes up to hook around his hip, pulling him closer even as he draws back again, again, and again. Only to fill her up once more. His words stoke the fire in her belly and her lips quirk into a slight smile for the first time at the pet name. "Harder.." She breathes, hands slipping up his chest, thumbs tweaking across the piercings at his nipples before her palms slide over his shoulders and down his back to his ass. Maeve gives it a little squeeze, urging him forward even as he draws back to look down at her.
Her eyes flutter open. Pupils blown so wide they swallow the soft green of her irises. She catches her bottom lip between her teeth as she leans up to kiss at his jaw, neck, cheek, tasting him with her tongue as she goes before suddenly she's at the corner of his mouth. Pressing kisses into his skin and closer still to his lips. Her intent clear.
Poor little girl still waiting for her happy ending
They're both really in this now, aren't they? Her leg his hooked around his hip, keeping him from pulling away too much but allowing him to press deeper. It feels amazing and then she's asking for it harder. He can only give her what she wants. That's part of the deal. He tucks one arm under her, pulling her up so he can fuck her properly.
He hisses softly when her nails drag across his chest and his thrusts stutter when they ghost over his nipples. He's already too worked up and he cant imagine he'll last very long. He'll make it up to her by going down on her again. She earns a little growl from him as her nails dig into his ass for a moment. He'd laugh if he wasn't you know.. fucking or whatever.
And then she's looking up at him and he's looking down at her. It feels almost too intimate. And then she's leaning up, kissing along his jaw. The closer she gets to his mouth, the more his heart rate picks up. He knows where this is going and it never gets less awkward. But, he can play it off. He always does. Locke finds her wrists, pulling them up and over her head, pinning her down as sits up more. The man picks his pace up once again as his grip tightens on her wrists.
Even as sweat beads on his brow, even as he moans and grunts and pants above her, he's trying to figure out how to get out of this with the least amount of causalities. All he has to do is finish and leave. Don't be weird. He's pretty sure he can do that. Hazel eyes meet green for only a moment before forces himself to look away. Just a little bit more.
The change in angle does wonders for her. She groans, eyes squeezing shut as he fucks into her harder. Maeve curls her toes, hips working up against his as she clings to him. The heat in her belly is starting to burn through the rest of her and she's getting closer to the precipice of her orgasm.
Maeve shifts herself to close in for the kiss, but he moves quickly, pinning her wrists and raising himself up to set a more brutal place. It isn't a strain for him. With his long limbs and strong grip. He easily holds her wrist in one hand while his other arm supports the small of her back. She's already trembling and it's only going to be a few moments longer before she's falling apart for him again.
Her cries grow hoarse and there is sweat gathering on her skin, beading between the valley of her breasts and at her temples. Maeve's hips stutter, nails digging into the palms of her hands because she can't grip anything else. Her eyes squeeze shut and she wails as she cums. The walls of her cunt fluttering around him and drawing him in deeper towards his own end.
She goes limp in his grasp, melting against the mattress even as he takes the last of his fill from her. Maeve draws in a few heaving breaths even as she twitches and whimpers beneath him.
Poor little girl still waiting for her happy ending
It only takes another moment before he's falling with her, jerking and twitching as his fingers dig into her delicate skin. He doesn't mean to leave marks but it's probably too late. When he's finished, chest heaving and head down, he finally lets her go. A breath and then he's pulling away from her to get dressed. He's shaky and can't quite figure out why.
His clothes cling to his body and he feels gross in several different ways. Maybe he'll go dunk himself in the ocean after this, get the lingering lavender off his skin. He looks at her over his shoulder, letting himself drink her in one last time as he puts his boots on.
"Was fun. M'sure I'll see you around. Good luck, Maeve." As much as he wants to tease her, to call her Kitten, to imply she wasn't a good shag, he can't make himself do it. He just wants to leave. One last comb of his hand through his hair and he's making his way out the door. He hopes he never steps foot in this place again.
She barely even has a moment to come down from the high. He's pulling away and taking his warmth with him. There is a mess between her thighs and she's left trying to gather the pieces of herself that he scattered apart so carelessly. Maeve swallows thickly, incredibly aware of the fact that this wasn't what she thought. That this was just work. Despite the way things seemed.
Maeve grabs her discarded robe, sitting up and quickly wrapping it around herself as she draws her knees up. She ignores the cold sinking feeling in her gut and instead forces a smile to hide the sting of his quick withdraw from her. "Yeah... Good luck, Locke." Maeve says, swallowing past the tightness in her throat as she forces herself to stand so she can clean up, giving him her back.
What a fool she was. To even think this was more. Of course she would never be more than just a whore. Something to use and throw away. Fuck him for making her think otherwise.
~FIN~
Poor little girl still waiting for her happy ending
