when it's just the two of us, only the two of us
What would it feel like? Is this the day that they both find out? Isla's back hits the wall again, her head cradled by the Lullaby's large and calloused hand, and amid the blood pumping from the thick veins in his neck, she nearly does bite down and tear. Luckily her orgasm is such that she's too distracted to do much more than cling to it, awash in sensation, in pleasure and pain and anything that rockets in between. Her moan something hummed against his throat, legs locked tight about his hips, and it's a place she'd happily stay forever.
Eventually, all things must come to an end. But Isla makes it worth their while, at least, hanging on far (far) past what would be considered wise or safe, until Remi might just start to feel lightheaded from the bloodloss. Isla stays pressed against his neck until the overtaxed nerves start to hurt with so much pleasure - then, and only then do her jaws part and she lets go. Not needing to breathe and still very much anchored against the alchemist, the medic's head lolls against his shoulder.
She's covered in blood, sticky-sweet and coppery, and it takes some time before feeling returns enough to her fingers to loosen her grip in Remi's hair and against his feathers.
Eventually, all things must come to an end. But Isla makes it worth their while, at least, hanging on far (far) past what would be considered wise or safe, until Remi might just start to feel lightheaded from the bloodloss. Isla stays pressed against his neck until the overtaxed nerves start to hurt with so much pleasure - then, and only then do her jaws part and she lets go. Not needing to breathe and still very much anchored against the alchemist, the medic's head lolls against his shoulder.
She's covered in blood, sticky-sweet and coppery, and it takes some time before feeling returns enough to her fingers to loosen her grip in Remi's hair and against his feathers.
i could die
Isla
