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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Court of the Fallen was created in October of 2018 by Odd, Honey, and Crooked.
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03-27-2021, 10:58 PM (This post was last modified: 03-27-2021, 10:58 PM by Aurelia.)
Aurelia
as if you were on fire from within
As much as she misses the feeling of his hands on her hips, the feel of his thumbs teasing her nipples, as wet as it's become between her thighs, all she can think of is how much she wants to give to him. The tongue that traces over his cock can feel it jerk with need and her expression softens with the need to satisfy him. Her eyes meet his, his rough voice hits her ears and lust quivers through her, against him.
She wouldn't have needed his encouragement, his provocation, to find it within her to continue. Still, it renews her drive and pulls her further over him. Her mouth relaxes to take him in, slowly and then all at once. If it's more he wants, he can have it all. Her lips whisper around the base of his cock where it meets with his pelvis and she moans, a muffled, warmed whimper. A hand weaves over his hip and her nails curl in against his skin to hold him in place, and steady herself.
Green eyes flutter shut as she drowns herself in him for as long as she can stand to. When she has to come back up for air, she doesn't let it stop her, not even if her ribs heave with the intake of breath. She sinks back in over him, dedicated to bringing him to that overwhelming climax.
However, she intends to take her time with him, to really let him feel it. So she pauses to focus on the head of his penis, swirling her warm tongue around it as her lips press in. Her gaze is heavy-lidded from the feelings that pulse through her, but she lifts it back up to find his face again. It's then that she caves for a second time, fitting him further into her mouth.
It’s almost agonizingly slow, how Aurelia takes him. But she takes all of him, a surprise for the smuggler as he finds his heart hammering in his chest, in the way his gaze shudders as the vibration of her moan is felt racing through him. It makes him gasp, unable to keep from sucking down a breath as she pins him there and his hands are still tied up in the shirt that he’s long forgotten about, distantly made aware of it again.
She withdraws to tease the tip and Milo can’t help the slight arch of his spine from where she pins him, trapping him there by the weight of her between his legs and her mouth giving quite a lot of attention to his cock. “Fuck.” He says again, trying to keep his composure, finding it beginning to falter when their eyes meet again and she sinks down on him again, taking him deeper. There’s a low hum that leaves his throat as he fights with himself to not push back against the hands that pin him down.
He decides instead to work on his hands, focusing on releasing his hands, but finding that he’s too distracted by her to get it loose. All he can do is let her tease and taunt him, tightening that thread again and again, winding him up.
03-28-2021, 01:43 AM (This post was last modified: 03-28-2021, 01:45 AM by Aurelia.)
Aurelia
as if you were on fire from within
Her own composure is gone and she can feel herself getting absorbed in the reactions she can draw from him. The way he gasps and squirms beneath her makes her melt and gush, because this is exactly where she wants him. Her grip on his hip eases up. Her fingers smooth over the pink imprints she's made on his skin and glide up towards his waist, but her concentration is still centered.
When their eyes meet and his voice echoes through his body and she takes him between her lips again, she can only truly respond with a quiet hum to let him know that she's deriving pleasure from his own. There's a lot she wants to tell him but expressing it in this way just feels more raw, more emotional, more connected. So her lips won't part from him from this point, not until she pushes him over the edge.
She sucks him in to more fully cover his cock with her soft, moist mouth. Her body shifts as she gets into a steadier rhythm, far less teasing, far more giving, losing herself to every sound and movement he makes. One of her thighs arches over his leg to hold him beneath her. She can feel it building, that orgasmic tension, and she wants nothing more than to bring it out of him. Her eyes watch his reactions, to use them as a guide, to make certain that he feels good with each push and pull of her mouth, each swirl of her tongue - but most importantly, to get lost in him.
She can take everything from him without hardly doing any work, Milo finds quite suddenly. She eases up slightly, just enough to give him a bit of room to shift his hips a fraction against her, slowly of course, to let her know that it’s coming. And when he does so he can’t help but to tilt his chin up again, another low moan slipping from the smugglers throat as Aurelia takes him deeper again. His body flushes, hands moving against the shirt that’s tangled up until he manages to get one hand loose.
His chest heaves with the panting breaths he takes in between the moans and shudders that travel down his spine, pressing himself against her where he can, that free hand lowering to tangle in her hair, to cup her cheek slightly, feeling that tether grow more and more, and Milo wants nothing more than to drown in her. But she’s so far away that the smuggler decides that if he lets go now, he might be able to masterfully indulge in her shortly after. So he does, finds that taught thread within him and tugs, just as he tugs Aurelia’s hair to perhaps give her forewarning.
She’s done a spectacular job of winding him up, and he finds that high of the crash as she downs his cock, a growled groan slipping from his throat, the arch of his back, the press of his thigh against her own that keep him pinned there.
03-29-2021, 04:15 AM (This post was last modified: 03-29-2021, 04:17 AM by Aurelia.)
Aurelia
as if you were on fire from within
His hips gently rock up into her and she takes him with ease. The feeling of his fingers tangling into her hair, of his palm brushing over her cheek, it shivers her eyes closed. As much as she'd like to stay here, teasing and pleasing him as he tenses and groans beneath her, she also wants to make him feel good. No, better.
So when she can feel that tether that pulls them both in, she gives to it freely. In an attempt to keep him relaxed through it all, she bears more of her weight on his leg to still it. She consciously deepens her rhythms, slowing down just enough to let them relish in this final stretch. Her thigh curls in tighter around his leg in anticipation, in desire, her wetness seeping through her bottoms.
All of him is taken in with each stroke of her mouth, lowering herself all the way, again and again. Until it happens, that edge reached at last and she breathes a warm sigh against him, relaxing. She can taste him on her tongue as her muscles move to swallow all of him up.
When she finally comes up for air, her eyes are clouded and heavy with burning passion. They sweep upward, raking over his body. She moves now, over him, letting her warmth melt with his, digging her fingers into his hips.
She stops short to plant tender, open-mouthed kisses over his ribs and chest. Every other one includes the gentle grip of her teeth to leave small indications of her presence. She leans into these slow, patient passes with heavy breaths, absorbed entirely by him. Her own need for him to take her is so overwhelming that her groin subconsciously presses in more fully around him, muscles beginning to tremble with desperate desire. But she'll continue to shower him in affection for as long as he'll let her.
The tether snaps with a force that has him trembling, panting for breath, muscles clenching and unclenching as she rides it out with him. And he burns for her even more so, feeling the way that she seems to press against him a bit more insistently. And so he tries to recover though the blinding sensation that numbs his mind, fingers tightening in her hair, peering down at her as she leaves her marks that bring quiet sounds from him that color the air.
“C’mere, ‘Relia.” He manages with a gruff, hoarse, husky voice — eyes still smoldering with desire and lust, wiggling his hips a fraction as if to give her an idea to move more up. He wants to drown in her kisses, but he also wants to taste her, to drown himself there too.
That hand in her hair drifts lower, along her shoulder, to her side, trying to pull her up and up so that she might give into him. After all, the more teasing and riling up of her he does, the more he might be able to go again. And gods, what he wouldn’t give to bury himself in her.
03-29-2021, 05:04 AM (This post was last modified: 03-29-2021, 05:08 AM by Aurelia.)
Aurelia
as if you were on fire from within
She's intent to keep kissing and biting and tonguing him, but the sound of his voice awakens her realization that she's soaking wet with a need that demands to be met. Her eyes lift up to his, pinned by the wanting burn in his own. He coaxes her upwards with his hand as well, and he'll find her plenty willing to go anywhere he wants to have her.
Her breath is already heaving as she leans in towards his lips, brushing his nose with hers, but she's once again taken with him. Her parted mouth ghosts pasts his, stooping to his neck. She kisses his warm skin and nuzzles in beneath his ear, caving into his heat and scent. "Milo..." his name is a muffled whine, her voice soft with desire and breathlessness. She groans, "I'm so wet." Her hands sneak down to her bottoms, loosening them enough to wiggle out of them.
Once freed from the confines of all of her clothes, she lifts herself to gently swing her knees over either of his shoulders. She looks down to his face and her expression softens at the sight. Now it's her hand to run through his hair and gently guide him in between her warm thighs. She wants to feel him so bad she can't wait any longer and she angles herself to meet him, breath hitching, ribs expanding, muscles both relaxing and tensing.
There's almost a hiss of relief that slips from his lips as she’s willing to continue upward. He relaxes his shoulders, humming under the attention her lips take to bronze, sweat soaked skin, a low hum of agreement given to her as if to say he knows. He helps where he can to loosen the confines of the rest of her clothes, before his hands are rising, moving toward her hips to help settle her right atop his face.
His smoldering bronze stare peers up at her as she helps guide him in, needing no real help with it as drawn to her as he is a moth to a flame. His lips part before he buries his face into her, drinking in the scent of her like this, drinking in the way she practically molds to him. His hands rise, a sparkle of mischief coming across his gaze as his hands travel along her sides, along her stomach, up and up until he can caress her breasts. His tongue snakes out then, a featherlight ghosting across her clit before he withdraws to speak.
“Don’ set ‘nythin’ on fire…” It’s muffled and husky, a warm wash of breath along her wetness. But he doesn’t give her time to respond, his thumbs brush along her nipples and his tongue dives in again with more pressure, rubbing along her clit.
03-29-2021, 05:41 AM (This post was last modified: 03-30-2021, 02:55 AM by Aurelia.)
Aurelia
as if you were on fire from within
A gasp shudders through her and her fingers tighten into his hair as he presses in his soft, open mouth with skillful ease. Her back stiffens at the way his hands graze across her skin and his tongue teases her once, drawing her still even though he already makes her want to writhe from pleasure...
Her gaze darkens at the comment he makes, and she smirks through the haze. Her lips move to speak but before she can say anything in her own defense, he's diving back in.
She's already aggravated and throbbing for him, so when his tongue and his fingers work in tandem at two different, sensitive areas, the words on her lips come out instead as a higher-pitched, short cry, completely surprised by his fervor and how fucking good it feels. Her hands reach up to clasp tightly around his wrists and she leans a little forward, applying more pressure to her knees, trying to encourage him but she's almost incapable of handling the ecstasy that pulses through her.
"Don't give me-" she finally stammers out, "any ideas," it's a relieved breath that he pulls out of her then, tilting back her head as she relents helplessly to his mouth.
He can feel how she tenses and it only spurs him on. It drives him further into the sensation of pleasing her, of driving her wild and to that edge, and sucking up every bit and piece of her as she had him. He doesn’t give her time to respond before his tongue is diving in again, dragging along her clit in idle and lazy strokes, as his thumbs ghost along her nipples, and it receives a reaction that has him humming through his nose.
She clasps her hands around his wrists and he smirks into his task, relaxing his shoulders a bit more to sink her a bit further so that he can reach more of her. His tongue speeds up a fraction, applies more pressure, pausing to suck a kiss there, before he inhales sharply and continues. The hands clasped by her press against her breasts harder, his hands caressing them and allows his thumbs to brush a bit harder against them, his blunt fingernails digging into the plush skin.
“Mhmm.” He rumbles, a vibrating sound from his lips straight to her clit, spending time swirling his tongue around the top before slowly caressing his way back down, lapping her up where he can.
She feels the way he welcomes her in against him, lowering his shoulders so that his mouth covers more of her. It takes an effort to hold herself in this perfected position with the way his tongue taunts at her nerves. She can feel each stroke pulsing through her thighs, chipping away at her steadiness. Her fingers dig in against his wrists at first, using him for support, nails tucking in when he sucks a kiss to her folds.
Milo's efforts soon gentle this bit of tension, though, when she feels his voice hum in against her - and it might just be her new favorite sound. Her inner thighs more fully relax into him, welcoming the faster curve of his warm tongue against her. Her hands loosen their grip on his wrists, allowing him more room to freely explore her, wherever he wants his hands to go. For now, she pushes her breasts up into his rougher hands, feeling her nipples harden beneath the coaxing brushes of his fingers.
Her eyelids sink over her eyes, the green almost completely absorbed by the black of her irises. Her skin is flushed a deep, dark red. Her chest flexes with each rapid flutter of her ribcage, the tremors traveling down between her thighs where she's begun to tremble more noticeably.
"Mmh... Milo..." his name colors her softened voice in a needy whimper. She tilts her head back down towards him, eyes barely open, lips parted, face burning. Each breath is heavy, hitched, and interrupted by quiet moans brought on by the caressing his mouth and hands do.
She could use him for support as much as she wanted, her fingers and hands digging into his wrists with a fury that makes him rather smug to bring her closer and closer with each broad stroke of his tongue. He focuses the attention of his hands at her breasts, at her nipples, while the rest of him dives into her clit all the more, hoping to draw out more sounds from her.
He pants for breath between her legs, only pausing when he has to, focusing on sucking down as much air as he can before diving in again, humming quiet vibrating notes of encouragement under his breath, applying more pressure to his tongue that drags and swirls, that picks up its speed and intensity the longer this goes on.
He dives in a bit further, dipping his tongue into her, to pair with the swift pressure dragged forward and back, all the while his hands and fingers keep up their work, stimulating all of her that he physically and feasibly can, all in an effort to get her to finish just as hard as she had gotten him to. And much like her, he’ll take all of her too.
Aurelia can hardly stand it as is, already wound up from pleasuring him and the emotion behind it all. So if it's closer he wants her to be, she's already there. His breath clouds over her exposed, wet skin, sending a shiver up her spine that sprouts goosebumps all across her arms in its wake.
His muffled sounds of approval make her swoon unsteadily and she's almost not prepared for him to pick up his pace. His tongue moves expertly over her clit, driving her towards that pique like a rubber band about to snap. Each breath is a mixture of moans and gasps, flowering in his wake, her body beginning to curl in towards him as ecstasy takes hold of any semblance of control she had left. Her moans rise and deepen with intensity as he does, as his tongue snakes inside of her, and her hands smack back against his with a groan because she needs him.
She can feel it building up fast, the muscles in her thighs clenching around his face. She whines desperately through it, "Milo- I-" but she can't even finish what she's trying to communicate before it happens. Her words are cut off with a strangled whimper and her body shakes with the release, leaving her panting and him a soaked mess beneath her.
He’s content to soak her up, to devour her, to run his tongue along her clit with determined pulls and presses, until he’s plunging it into her to try and pull her closer and closer to that edge. She should be able to feel the amused smirk that clings to his face where it’s pressed between her thighs, but even still — when she finishes, she finishes hard, and his touch grows more gentle, more of a caress before he’s rubbing his tongue along her, devouring everything she can give him for however long it takes her to ride it out.
And when he can’t quite breathe anymore, his chest heaves as he pulls away, a smoldering bronze gaze peering back up at her before he presses tender kisses to the insides of her thighs, gentle and soft and everything he could manage to do in that moment.
“Y’know, her beautiful, ‘Relia.” He breathes to her, exhaustion lingering in the shadows of the flame of his gaze, still smoldering and greedy to press all his love into her wherever he can.
