right now everything you want is wrong
& right now all your dreams are waking up
& right now all your dreams are waking up
As she lowers himself on top of him, Remi gasps as if he'd been drowning and was just given air, shifting to half sit-up. His hands are around her rib cage and waist, his forehead pressed between her breasts as he tenses and flinches beneath her. "Gods it feels so...so different." Different in this position; different with a woman. Different because it's Isla. It's all different. He hugs his arms around her, breathing in the smell and feel of her in this new arrangement, before letting himself flop back onto his back, slave to the wetness of her thighs and his place within them.
'Nn, it's..." Remi's eyes all but roll back into his head, words and concepts escaping his mind save for the roll of Isla's hips on him. "..it's you." He moans, cheeks flushed and eyes hooded as he tries to focus on her. '...i..." Remi tries, mouth dry and his hands very much needing more of her in them.
Reaching to brace against her thighs, Remi watches in sensory overload as Isla moves above him. There is little light to halo around her, and yet she's silhouetted ever so subtly just the same. The roll of her belly, the sway of her breasts, and the finger between her legs makes his mouth water and his lips part.
To say that he's turned on, or that he's never been so horny in his life would be a gross oversimplification. He was drugged. Drowning. Doomed, by this. This would kill him, if he let it. His spirit would burn away with the taste of Isla on his tongue and Ronin's heartbeat on his finger.
Just how long he'd be able to stand being so passive in this second-pass he wasn't sure. But for now the exquisite agony of yeilding power and control to Isla dazzled his mind and lit fires in every place made hollow by heartbreak.
'Nn, it's..." Remi's eyes all but roll back into his head, words and concepts escaping his mind save for the roll of Isla's hips on him. "..it's you." He moans, cheeks flushed and eyes hooded as he tries to focus on her. '...i..." Remi tries, mouth dry and his hands very much needing more of her in them.
Reaching to brace against her thighs, Remi watches in sensory overload as Isla moves above him. There is little light to halo around her, and yet she's silhouetted ever so subtly just the same. The roll of her belly, the sway of her breasts, and the finger between her legs makes his mouth water and his lips part.
To say that he's turned on, or that he's never been so horny in his life would be a gross oversimplification. He was drugged. Drowning. Doomed, by this. This would kill him, if he let it. His spirit would burn away with the taste of Isla on his tongue and Ronin's heartbeat on his finger.
Just how long he'd be able to stand being so passive in this second-pass he wasn't sure. But for now the exquisite agony of yeilding power and control to Isla dazzled his mind and lit fires in every place made hollow by heartbreak.
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.
