right now everything you want is wrong
& right now all your dreams are waking up
& right now all your dreams are waking up
Heedless, the alchemist keeps thrusting into the medic as if not having realized that the act was over. They were done. Like an addict licking the spoon or compressing the needle one more time, so too does Remi grind Isla's hips against his, his fingers tight on her skin like he might squeeze more out of her (or out of him). Grunting brutishly against her, the sound of his skin against her now flat, instead of feverish, he shakes his head. "..no-" He mumbles, thrusting again, harder and harder, as if with enough effort he might bring the moment back to life.
But blood loss, perhaps the only thing able to stop him now, slows his movements as his limbs feel suddenly stiff and sluggish. "..no.." He moans again, thrusting again, with much less force, as his head lolls languidly against her while hers does the same.
He says that way, his hands around her ass, his quickly-melting erection still inside of her, his blood dripping down his neck onto his shoulder and smeared onto her breast, his wings quivering, and his muscles tight with tension.
But blood loss, perhaps the only thing able to stop him now, slows his movements as his limbs feel suddenly stiff and sluggish. "..no.." He moans again, thrusting again, with much less force, as his head lolls languidly against her while hers does the same.
He says that way, his hands around her ass, his quickly-melting erection still inside of her, his blood dripping down his neck onto his shoulder and smeared onto her breast, his wings quivering, and his muscles tight with tension.
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.
