when it's just the two of us, only the two of us
She squeezes him in more way than one, fingers tweaking at his nipples with an energy that might have been playful were it not for the increasingly brutal pace they're reaching again. "Mm..." It's the only affirmation she can give in response to Remi's promise, though it's a snarled injustice that leaves her throat when he guides her away from him. Still, Remi is about to prove that his word is worth its weight in gold, and as he thrusts into her from behind, as he takes her, Isla all but writhes in her enthusiasm against him.
Dragged back, fucked, gagged and bared to the mirror behind the headboard, the Ascended is flushed with Remi's blood, gorged on the taste of him, the feel of his cock pounding relentlessly into her. Her moans are muffled at best, but far from prey is Isla. She thinks nothing of snarling around the muscle of his wing, though whether it's encouragement or otherwise at his whispers is something better left for later discussion. Either way, what's clear is that whilst she can't speak, her fangs are certainly capable of doing their work.
Her orgasm threatens in a way that is almost painful, and Isla bites down hard into feathers and flesh, Remi's name lost in the muffled sounds of her pleasure.
Dragged back, fucked, gagged and bared to the mirror behind the headboard, the Ascended is flushed with Remi's blood, gorged on the taste of him, the feel of his cock pounding relentlessly into her. Her moans are muffled at best, but far from prey is Isla. She thinks nothing of snarling around the muscle of his wing, though whether it's encouragement or otherwise at his whispers is something better left for later discussion. Either way, what's clear is that whilst she can't speak, her fangs are certainly capable of doing their work.
Her orgasm threatens in a way that is almost painful, and Isla bites down hard into feathers and flesh, Remi's name lost in the muffled sounds of her pleasure.
i could die
Isla
