From being an Abandoned who had rarely left the Hollowed Grounds, to embracing the call of adventure, to dying and being reborn first as an Ascended and then as an Ancient, Maea has gone through quite the amount of changes in her life. One thing remains common, though, in her attempts to find out just where she belongs; she’s always had a craving for knowledge which has brought her to so many places and to meet so many people here in Caido. We can’t wait to see what else is in store for her!
Congratulations, Maea!
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I wanna make A color that no one else has seen before
Aurelia brushes her nose over the edge of Maeve's earlobe, breath warm against the pale skin. Her lips tuck into the space beneath it, caressing her neck. She smiles into this, pulling back a fraction to say, "Why do you think?" The friction between them lessens as Maeve pulls back, laying into the dark sheets.
A dark brow raises in response to Maeve's question; again, no direct answer. But a sharper breath is pulled in as clever fingers undo the strings that keep the satin robe closed. The next question draws another smile to Aurelia's lips, more girlish and excitable in nature than the other looks preceding it.
Her own shirt is hastily discarded, tossed haphazardly into the pillows. The scars uncovered here are brutal and cruel, but the look on Aurelia's countenance is anything but. A bra sits tight around her own breasts, but for now she'll leave it. Not wasting another moment, she presses one of her knees up between Maeve legs to push her further into the bed.
Her hands can't help their exploration, moving beneath the robe, over the top of her hips and up towards the gentle rounding of her breasts, pushing back the robe as they go. She hovers close and presses a kiss against the elegant curve of her collarbone. "You are..." she flashes her gaze up towards Maeve's, pecking her jawline with a stray kiss, "something else," before lowering her mouth down towards her chest.
The heat of Aurelia's breath against her skin makes her shiver and Maeve tilts her head to the side, exposing more of her throat to the smuggler's eager lips. It's distracting enough that she doesn't realize right away Aurelia is answering her question with another question. Sly girl. Sneaky girl. Maeve huffs out a breath, eyes heavy lidded as she looks up at her. A pretty flush settles high on her cheek bones, highlighting the paleness of her skin. "Because you want to fuck me?" She asks sweetly, lips curling into a playful smile as she reaches forward to grip her hips.
Maeve is rewarded with a breathtaking smile from Aurelia and she suddenly feels like its her first time all over again. Except it's going the way she wants it to with someone she knows and likes. This is so much better. When the smuggler tugs off her shirt, tossing it to the side, Maeve greedily drinks in the newly exposed skin. Even with the scars, she's beautiful. Tan skin, toned muscle, and still soft feminine curves under all of it. She licks her lips, mouth suddenly feeling dry as Aurelia moves over top of her.
The other woman easily sets the pace of things. They haven't even kissed properly and Maeve might as well be putty in her hands. The same calloused hands that are slipping over her chest and urging the satin robe open, pushing it off of her shoulders. It gets caught around her arms, but underneath the soft fabric is nothing except bare skin. There are a few beauty marks dotted across her skin, an intricate tattoo covering the right side of her ribs. Some type of flower with a snake curling through them. It ends just at the bottom of her ribs. Delicate silver barbells pierce through each of her nipples and the flush that's coloring her cheeks is bleeding to the tops of her breasts. A small pair of cotton shorts covers the rest of her.
A breathy laugh pushes past her lips as Aurelia dips her head to mouth at her collarbone as her palms find her breasts, cupping them gently. Her eyes flutter closed and she arches just slightly. Just enough to to press further into her hands. "Something else? What's that supposed to mean?" Maeve asks, breath hitching in her throat and catching there to mingle with a moan as Aurelia's lips find her skin again.
03-14-2021, 03:15 PM (This post was last modified: 03-14-2021, 03:16 PM by Aurelia.)
I wanna make A color that no one else has seen before
Maeve's assumption is quite safe to make at this point, and Aurelia just doesn't feel a need to dignify it with a response as she lowers herself in over blushing breasts and snake tattoos. Namely just one, which for a moment she glances down toward. However there's heat between her thighs and her thighs press in against Maeve's heat, right up against those soft folds. It's engrossing, pulling a starved breath from Aurelia's lips.
Aurelia leans keenly into the arch of Maeve's back, relishing in her excitement and need. She grins between soft kisses pressed to scattered beauty marks, one finger daring to hook beneath the fuzzy cotton and stretch the material downward.
"You're like nothing else," she pauses to murmur, almost matter-of-fact, glancing up toward Maeve's face. Her own cheeks flush with color, the apples blossoming from the combined influence of alcohol and lust. But Aurelia knows what she wants and she feels no need to prolong the inevitable now. Especially not with Maeve writhing beneath her like this already.
She leans her mouth down to tease one of Maeve's nipples, taking care of the barbel that perches there but certainly not letting it deter her. Those fingers tugging along cotton shorts dip slowly toward Maeve's folds, wanting to feel how wet she's becoming.
Maeve doesn't get an answer. Of course she doesn't. Aurelia clearly find it amusing to deny her. Which is fine as long as it doesn't extend into other things because as soon as the smuggler slots a thigh between hers, Maeve is done for. Her breath hitches up in her throat, feeling the in her core and the way the slickness between her thighs soaks through the light cotton of her shorts. There isn't any time for embarrassment as Aurelia's finger curls at the waistband of the single piece of clothing keeping her modesty.
Soft lips trace over her skin and she feels the smile the woman presses into her skin. A hand slides over Aurelia's bare shoulder, fingers pausing to tease at the strap of her bra and inching it down her arm. "Oh? Never had a girl like me?" Maeve hums, glancing down at her quickly and voice pitching up higher as Auerlia's tongue finds the sensitive flesh of her nipple, deftly teasing over the barbell. Her free hand curls into the sheets, bunching the fabric under her grasp as the other finds home in the smuggler's hair to hold her in place.
In that brief moment Maeve get's to see her face, she knows she'll never forget it. That soft glow to her cheeks, the lust darkening her gaze, and the clear intent and adoration coloring her features. Maeve wants to bottle up that look and the feeling it gives her. So she can have it every day of her life. She's going to miss her when she's gone. Maeve already knows deep in her chest.
Her eyes flutter closed and a breathy moan pushing past her lips as Aurelia's fingers finally dip into her folds, towards her aching clit. There's nothing but slick and heat to greet Aurelia. Maeve's hips twitch upwards towards the woman's seeking fingers, urging her to keep going. Finally, she pulls herself together enough to try and free the smuggler of her bra, wanting to feel her skin against hers. Fingers fumble with the hook as she struggles to concentrate through the cloud of hormones fogging her brain. Maeve gets it off, tugging it off of her shoulders, but not able to remove it given that Aurelia's fingers are currently pressing towards her opening.
"More.. please." She sighs as her hand slips up Aurelia's chest, cupping her breast lightly as her thumb teases across her nipple, urging it to stiffen for her.
I wanna make A color that no one else has seen before
She'll let Maeve decide what the answer to that is, because her mouth currently surrounds a soft, perky nipple. Her tongue dips over the mounds of the barbel before she comes up for air, only to breathe it over wet skin. Her eyes close as she leans her head back into the fingers at her hair.
Tense muscles shudder into deeper relaxation, letting the worries of her life fade into the background, shutting out all the noise and all the unnecessary details to more fully give Maeve what it is she wants. Her own bra is toyed at until it comes undone, nevermind that it still clings to her shoulders because it's already such a release.
Green eyes open gently to peer up at the reactions her fingers ellicit. They swim down over Maeve's yearning clit, forming circles that gradually trace deeper and deeper lines, testing the waters, conforming to Maeve's shifts and whispers derived of pleasure. Pleasure that Aurelia is more than happy to give. But she wants Maeve to squirm with the need for more. So the request isn't initially granted; instead, Aurelia's lips curve into the tiniest smile, the pace of her fingers quickening.
The hand that cups her own breast is delicate and yet skillfully pulls a moan from Aurelia's lips, eyes smoldering over towards Maeve's other breast. With intent to make things even, Aurelia teases it. This time, she uses her teeth, too. In the same breath, her fingers slip inside of Maeve slowly and with concentrated steadiness. She lets out a groan that's muffled by smooth, pale skin.
"More?" She pulls back her mouth to look back up to Maeve's face, wanting to make sure that this is still fine. Her fingers don't stop in this moment, though, easing into a small rhythm.
It's hard to think beyond the lust that's burning through her veins. The need growing in her belly. Maeve knew Aurelia was gifted with fire, but her whole being feels as if it's been set ablaze for the woman above her. The smuggler's tongue is a wicked little thing that teases and curls against her nipple, urging her to sing Aurelia's praises as fingers work in tandem to drive her absolutely desperate with need.
Her hips cant up towards eager fingers, a whimper pushing past her lips towards the canopy of the bed as she writhes on dark sheets. Still, the woman denies her, not daring to give her more until she decides Maeve worthy of it. The teasing continues causing her thighs to start trembling just as her fingers finally press into her entrance. Maeve's eyes flutter closed and she reaches blindly for the woman. Her fingers still tease across her nipple. Lightly tugging and twisting before soothing it with gentle swipes of her thumb. One and then the other until both of them are peaked with need.
Maeve's free hand slips down her back towards her hip and finally the front of Aurelia's pants. Before she can get much further, the smuggler's mouth leaves her skin and she draws back to gaze down at her. Maeve forces her eyes open, the green of her irises practically consumed by her pupils, "Yes.. More.. Need you."
I wanna make A color that no one else has seen before
There's something about teasing Maeve that's so mouthwatering it almost hurts to do it; to feel quaver of her thighs, the rise of her hips, the fruitless struggle she puts up in her desire for more. She's beautiful, opening up like a dark blossom. The fingers that play at Aurelia's breasts are tantalizing enough themselves, feeding hotter needs that build with each rub and stroke.
"Mm-mm," she hums out, pulling back her hips to deny Maeve's hands. There will be no work for Maeve, not this time. This time is different, this is all about what she wants, what she needs.
Aurelia's own eyes glaze over as she meets that abysmal gaze, hears her sweet voice begging for more. Her will isn't strong enough to leave her wanting, especially not the second time around. She wants to kiss her neck, her eyes dancing over the skin there, but there are much better places to kiss, places that are in far more need.
Suddenly, there's a draft between them as Aurelia shifts to discard her bra and wrap one arm around Maeve's slender body. The distance only lasts for that breadth of movement. Then, they're pressed together again as she pushes her up towards the headboard, so she can nestle into the pillows, where Aurelia's own shirt still rests.
Her face moves down across smooth, milky skin, lowering her open mouth towards Maeve's inner thigh. She flashes her teeth, as if a warning, before she lays a bite in against that softer flesh. A sigh shivers through her nostrils as she sucks and presses in, and whether this is pleasant for Maeve or not is of no concern. She wants to leave her mark.
As she sinks in her teeth, her hands carve a rough path over warmed skin, squeezing at her waistline, hips, thighs, until one of them finds a heftier grip on Maeve's opposite leg. It's pushed up and back, to expose Maeve to her in the most perfect way. This is finally when Aurelia parts her mouth from Maeve's skin, but only to wet her own fingers before they find their place inside of her again. She starts off slower than last time, barely inching her way in at first, but by no means does she intend to keep this up for long.
Her gaze lifts up, trailing over Maeve's body until it finds her face. It's then that she gives in, planting an open-mouthed kiss against her uncovered clit. Her tongue reaches forward to taste her sweetness. She then fills Maeve with stiff fingers, shoved in up to the knuckle and wiggling to try for that tender spot.
It was agony of the most perfect kind. To be so close to the edge to only be denied. She hated and loved her for it. That would have been bad enough on it's own, but then Aurelia denies her the pleasure of touching her too. Maeve makes a displeased sound in the back of her throat, brows drawing together even as pleasure continues to make her squirm. "Why not? I want to touch you," she pants, voice pitching up higher into a whine that gives away her desperation.
Of course the smuggler has other plans for her. Instead of continuing to drive her towards the peak, she draws back. A noise of indignation comes from her as the woman shifts her further up the bed and she's about to open her mouth to complain further, but she's silence by a bite to her thigh. Her eyes flutter shut and she arches as pain mixes with the pleasure in a heady concoction. Aurelia is all consuming. In her attention and focus she doesn't waver. Maeve is simply caught up in her attentions with no desire to escape.
Her hand finds Aurelia's hair, grabbing a handful of curls to ground herself as she's exposed to the other woman. Maeve feels her cheeks flush with new heat and she squirms as her lover pins her with her gaze. It's real and raw and almost overwhelming to have her look at her like that. Aurelia holds her gaze as she dips her head down to finally taste her.
There is a moment where her breath catches in anticipation and her fidgeting stops. A giddiness settles in with the realization that this is their first time and just how special that is. How special she is. The moan that pushes past her lips is loud and unashamed as her back arches to press harder against her mouth. She's done this before. It's clear in the way her fingers press in and search, finding that sweet spot that's so often neglected. When she does finally find it, Maeve jerks, thighs spasming around as the smuggler keeps her pinned like a butterfly under glass.
03-23-2021, 12:17 PM (This post was last modified: 03-23-2021, 12:17 PM by Aurelia.)
I wanna make A color that no one else has seen before
Aurelia's lips curl into a playful smile. "Don't you worry about me," she murmurs, just before she moves Maeve further up on the bed and makes her own way down, to dig in her teeth and leave that dark red mark on her thigh. At this point, all caution is thrown to the wind and she intends to let Maeve ride this wave to the fullest extent. Her own pleasure comes from Maeve's reactions. The flutter of long, dark lashes; the way her small breaths catch and release. So she envelopes herself between trembling thighs, squeezing them in place.
Pretty cheeks turn a deeper red and Aurelia moans with approval into Maeve's warmth. Her tongue slides over the soft bump of her clit, exploring with care, discovering that the taste is quite unlike anything else. But her concentration is more centered on where her fingers are when the entire body beneath her writhes with pleasure. She'd smile, if her mouth weren't already occupied. Her fingers take a notable pause, pushing up against Maeve as deep as they can go, before they slide back.. and forth, and back again.
Settling in now that she's found the sweet spot, her eyes shut, her lips press in, and her tongue finds a rhythm it can keep up. Her fingers gain in momentum, doing all she can to coax everything out of Maeve; to let the butterfly out of it's cage.
Maeve doesn't have any protest left in her. Even if she does wish to touch her new lover, Aurelia has made her stance firm so she does the only thing she can. She lets go. The smaller woman loses herself to the press of tongue and fingers, burning up from the inside out thanks to Aurelia's attentions. Everything seems to drag out and happen all at once. It feels like seconds before she's suddenly at that peak, teetering precariously on the edge with Aurelia waiting to catch her at the bottom. Maeve whines, high and needy in her throat as her hips lift towards the smuggler's eager tongue and her back arches off the bed, "M'close... Don't stop." She pleads, fingers tightening in her hair as she positively writhes beneath her.
Of course, Aurelia doesn't stop and it's only moment later before she is falling, falling, falling. Her cry is soft, lost in the sound of waves and Aurelia's moans, as she cums with a wet gush of slick to coat her fingers and tongue. All of her muscles strain as she twitches and the walls of her channel flutter around Aurelia's fingers, drawing them deeper until she collapses back against the bed. Her chest rises and falls with her breathing, desperately trying to catch her breath as she looks up at the canopy. She's still seeing spots as a slow smile stretches across her lips and she weakly tugs Aurelia back up her body.
Once the smuggler complies, Maeve leans up to capture her lips in a sweet kiss, tasting herself on Aurelia's tongue and greedily swallowing it all down with a hum. She draws back, cupping her cheek gently in her hand, "Can I touch you now?" Maeve murmurs, free hand already trailing towards the top of the other woman's pants, dipping beneath the waistline. "Please? I want to make you feel good too..."
I wanna make A color that no one else has seen before
She can feel the tension building, relishing into it with a heated sigh against Maeve's delicate skin. Stop? Why would she? The whine from Maeve's lips draws her deeper in, fingers arching against her tenderly, mouth working feverishly to bring her to that climax. She comes faster than Aurelia ever expected, startled by the collapse and surge of liquid. Her fingers gentle, slowly rubbing their way out. She breaks her mouth away so as not to overstimulate even though she wants to keep going.
Maeve summons her upward and Aurelia obliges her for this at least. Her breasts push over Maeve's body as she brings herself up and slides into a comfortable place beside her. One hand stays at her inner thigh, soothing the tremored repose of the muscles there. Green, sultry eyes hover back open, looking over the ecstasy that coats Maeve. The kiss is easily granted, wettened lips pressing in hard, mouth parting to let Maeve taste herself.
However, this moment is interrupted. Aurelia draws her hand back to grasp Maeve's wrist, to stop her from going any further. She knows Maeve will be disappointed, she knows that Maeve wants nothing more than to please people, knows that it's engrained in her instincts.
"Not today," she whispers, intending to let her down gently, though there is silent promise of 'next time' within it. She pulls that free hand up to her lips, to kiss it with a gentleness she can finally ease into now that her desires are sated - and so are Maeve's. Well, most of them, anyway. "Not today, Maeve, this was all for you," she sighs into her hand, gaze fluttering up to meet hers. Her voice firms as she adds in warning, "and you'll just have to be okay with that."
That smile that was on her lips falters and her brows knit together in clear confusion as she meets her gaze. Maeve visibly wilts. The kiss pressed to her palm feels muted in comparison to the others Aurelia had graced her skin with. It feels like a rejection even with the promise that's weaved into her words. 'This was all for you.' Didn't she know she wasn't trying to do it because she was obligated? She wants to. Desperately. Just because it's her job to provide pleasure doesn't mean that this, what's happening between them right now, is work. It isn't. That's the point. That this is more than work. It's personal. At least, it is for her and she's fairly sure it is for Aurelia too.
Maeve sighs softly, letting her gaze drops almost demurely as she tucks herself against Aurelia instead. Her throat is only a hint tight when she speaks, "Okay..." She tries to be okay with it because it's Aurelia and she likes her. She wants to make her happy. Maeve doesn't pull her hand away from the smuggler, pressing her lips into a thin line as her face nuzzles against her chest instead. "I might not get to see you before you leave..." She murmurs into her skin, lips brushing across the scarred flesh lightly as her hand slips over her hip and curls there. Her thumb passes back and forth over the jut of her bone as she fidgets, trying to ignore that tightness that's forming in her chest.
Maybe that's what hurts the most. Is that Aurelia is leaving and she might not have the chance to dote upon her before she does. They've only just accepted that there are feelings here. An attraction. Only to have to put everything on pause once the smuggler returns to the sea. The fear of being forgotten weighs heavy in her stomach and she tries to keep from equating to being abandoned. That's not what's happening here, but it brings up memories she'd rather forget. Her body stiffens almost imperceptibly against Aurelia as she draws in a breath that barely expands her lungs in an attempt to center herself.
I wanna make A color that no one else has seen before
It's a strange conundrum in which you try to be as giving as possible, and still it ends up selfish somehow. Aurelia feels a twinge of guilt at the way Maeve reacts, and the feeling frustrates her a little. To leave her disappointed isn't the intention. In some fashion, she always has to get something wrong, doesn't she? But she's stubborn, set in her decision, and doesn't waver even if Maeve pouts and whimpers out a sentiment Aurelia is unprepared for.
She relaxes back against the pillows, one arm snaking beneath Maeve to hug her in close and let her nestle in. For now, they can stay here. Aurelia rests her eyes and sighs, long and drawn out, not quite ready to respond to that yet. She lets the burn between her thighs subside with the lull of the ocean waves from somewhere outside, and with the release of it in comes everything else again. Thoughts of the Ark's impending voyage, of Milo coming along with them, of Jack and Melita, vaguely wondering how things will end up. But a grin parts her lips.
"Distance makes the heart grow fonder, or something like that," she teases lightly, squeezing Maeve's shoulder, but her eyes are still shut. "What are you so worried about?" Now her gaze peers down at Maeve, head tilting down to make it easier to observe the emotion eminent in her muted body language. "Didn't you know? Everything will... be okay," her voice takes on a gentle confidence. She might be comforting herself just as much as Maeve in this instance. Her grin disappears and she swallows down her doubts, "it has to be."
They lay there in silence and the whole time she's scolding herself for being so silly. It's fine. There will be a next time. There has to be, right? Aurelia wants her just as much and this pit in her stomach is ridiculous. Except the feeling lingers no matter how many times she repeats the mantra to herself in her head. Maeve takes a deep breath, eyes flicking up to Aurelia's for a split second as the other woman adjusts herself to look at her, but she drops them a moment later. Instead choosing to study one of the many scars her fingers are tracing over. "I'm not worried about something happening to you. I know you'll be okay."
She does know that. Aurelia is strong and capable. She can take care of herself and she will be okay. Things will be okay. Except they aren't because she's leaving for a season and Maeve is going to miss her. "It's stupid, really." She mutters, cheeks flushing prettily as she worries her bottom lip between her teeth. The girl tries to muster up the courage to admit what she's feeling. To give a name to this tightness in her chest that comes from being left behind.
"I- I guess I'm worried you'll forget about me. You'll be gone for however long with the crew and... I told you it's stupid." Maeve shakes her head, burying her face against Aurelia's neck to press a gentle kiss there. She draws in a deep breath, taking in the scent of the other woman's skin. Salt and a sweet musk that fills her nose as she inhales deeply, "I swear I'm not clingy. I just.. I wanted to do something for you too. Give you something to remember me by."
