right now everything you want is wrong
& right now all your dreams are waking up
& right now all your dreams are waking up
He sips air when he can, and if the world grows hazy from a lack of oxygen, Remi is quite certain that the woman between whose thighs he's currently engulfed can revive him. Then again, given that this was Isla, perhaps this could be the thing that killed him. It's funny how little he cares with his name filling the room and the taste, sight, smell, and feel of Isla drowning all of his senses.
Growling into her now, his fingertips slightly clawed and his curls more mane than hair, Remi doubles down on his efforts. The circles of his tongue grow tight and constant against her clit, his mouth covering her as if this particular orgasm can only bloom in the darkness. There has always been delight in making others cum of course, but never before has the alchemist felt such a sense of urgency, of need. If Isla were to stop him now, to push him away—or even to finish herself off on her own—he'd not only feel robbed of the sensations he might have shared with her, but somehow wronged as well.
He needed this, needed her in a way he was helpless to articulate—and not just because his mouth was already occupied. That Isla could now feel pain as well as pleasure doesn't factor in to the way Remi's fingers close on her skin in a way that will surely leave silvery bruises.
Growling into her now, his fingertips slightly clawed and his curls more mane than hair, Remi doubles down on his efforts. The circles of his tongue grow tight and constant against her clit, his mouth covering her as if this particular orgasm can only bloom in the darkness. There has always been delight in making others cum of course, but never before has the alchemist felt such a sense of urgency, of need. If Isla were to stop him now, to push him away—or even to finish herself off on her own—he'd not only feel robbed of the sensations he might have shared with her, but somehow wronged as well.
He needed this, needed her in a way he was helpless to articulate—and not just because his mouth was already occupied. That Isla could now feel pain as well as pleasure doesn't factor in to the way Remi's fingers close on her skin in a way that will surely leave silvery bruises.
The Lullaby
Speaks with a thick Italian accent.
Force and magic can be used against Remi without permission.
Force and magic can be used against Remi without permission.
