right now everything you want is wrong
& right now all your dreams are waking up
& right now all your dreams are waking up
It's times like these that Remi wishes he was closer to mortal than he was. He wants to feel his legs burn with his efforts, wants to have to bite his tongue and force himself onwards so as not to disappoint the woman in his arms. He wants his arms to scream with the effort of holding her up, to have to fight to keep his balance, to wonder how much longer he could remain in such a frenzy. But gods it's all so easy for him; it's all so maddening for him.
Refusing to cum until Isla had, Remi's plans are entirely undone as her teeth sink into his neck. She'll feel blood fill her mouth from the swollen veins running down the alchemist's neck. He snarls against her as her own passions are heightened and refracted back into him, leaving the alchemist entirely lost in it. There is no Isla and Remi anymore, just one thing, perfectly bound together. He moves in her and she against him in ways that are nothing more than hastily smeared colours against the back of his eyes. He can't feel her arms or legs, can't feel the blood that trickles down his thigh. It's just an overwhelming cacophony of sounds and sensations that change at a kaleidoscopic rate.
At some point his hand has left the wall, his palms now cupping the sweet curve of her ass that he might use her body entirely to satisfy his own. He guides her hips against his using her body to fuck him, where previously it had been him doing the fucking. Gods she's so light in his arms that he's able to force her against him in a way few probably could. "fuck you," he snarls viciously against her, but it isn't to Isla he speaks, and whatever else he might have said is lost in what comes next.
As his orgasm finally breaks through, like snarling wolves caged no more, he curses against her, pitching them forward against the wall again. Reaching out to clasp the back of her head, his fingers roughly tangle in her hair that he might pin her mouth against his neck. She can tear it out, if she likes. Gods, but what that would feel like?
Refusing to cum until Isla had, Remi's plans are entirely undone as her teeth sink into his neck. She'll feel blood fill her mouth from the swollen veins running down the alchemist's neck. He snarls against her as her own passions are heightened and refracted back into him, leaving the alchemist entirely lost in it. There is no Isla and Remi anymore, just one thing, perfectly bound together. He moves in her and she against him in ways that are nothing more than hastily smeared colours against the back of his eyes. He can't feel her arms or legs, can't feel the blood that trickles down his thigh. It's just an overwhelming cacophony of sounds and sensations that change at a kaleidoscopic rate.
At some point his hand has left the wall, his palms now cupping the sweet curve of her ass that he might use her body entirely to satisfy his own. He guides her hips against his using her body to fuck him, where previously it had been him doing the fucking. Gods she's so light in his arms that he's able to force her against him in a way few probably could. "fuck you," he snarls viciously against her, but it isn't to Isla he speaks, and whatever else he might have said is lost in what comes next.
As his orgasm finally breaks through, like snarling wolves caged no more, he curses against her, pitching them forward against the wall again. Reaching out to clasp the back of her head, his fingers roughly tangle in her hair that he might pin her mouth against his neck. She can tear it out, if she likes. Gods, but what that would feel like?
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.
