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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The chorus of sound that she draws from Maeve with each flick of her tongue and scrape of her nails is a symphony she could listen to for days. Shame has no place here, and the cresting of the Madame's hips as they push insistently towards Hotaru's mouth is rewarded with a longer, deeper stroke of her tongue against the soft inner walls of the woman's cunt. The slickness only increases, and Hotaru shamelessly lets it coat her lips and chin, her own thighs clenching together in restless expression of her own lust.
Begging is a language beyond the boundaries of human dialect, and Hotaru doesn't need to know French to ascertain exactly what it is Maeve wants. A humming growl bursts from her throat, vibrating down her penetrating tongue as her long hair is clutched and pulled. Sacrificing one hand, she uses her fingers to spread Maeve's pussy wider, opening her up for Hotaru's delving tongue and the middle finger that follows. The hand on her waist moves overtop her navel, pressing down as her finger inside crooks up to press against Maeve's g-spot from both sides. Laying down flat so she can rock her own pelvis against the rug, drunk on the Madame's whimpering pleas.
soak me in your moonshine and fuck me on fire
Hotaru has a passive magic that makes her glow with an internal golden light; it makes her appear youthful and her hair seems to look like moving sunlight. Can only subtly illuminate dark spaces.
Forcing her eyes open, Maeve looks down at her with heavy lidded eyes, the sea glass green of her irises growing darker with her arousal. The sight that greets her between her thighs will forever be burned into her brain. Hotaru with slick covering her plush lips, mismatched eyes boring into her as she lets her nails bite into the Madame's hips. Maeve whines, arching and writhing beneath the attention, desperately chasing the pleasure that her lover is lathing on her with each stroke of her tongue.
It doesn't matter that the former queen doesn't understand French. It doesn't matter one bit because Hotaru can still understand her desperate plea, pressing her tongue deeper into her quivering cunt. Maeve's thighs tighten around her head as she growls against the lips of her pussy, the vibrations only causing her to twitch and whimper further. Another plea is resting on the tip of her tongue, close to falling from her lips just as she's spread further by her fingers, pressing one slender digit into her entrance as she continues to devour her. Hotaru doesn't fumble and falter, trying and failing to find that most sensitive spot nestled inside of Maeve.
The tip of her finger presses against that spongy patch as she applies pressure to her belly, adding to the sensation that's seizing her, making her shiver and tremble. Her hips jerk off the pelt and gods she wishes she could touch her properly. That she could make her feel even as half as good as Hotaru was in this moment. Maeve cries out, fingers tightening in the blonde waves slipping between her fingers, pressing her ever closer as she nears that peak mere moments from falling apart. She ruts against her, fucking herself down onto her finger and tongue eagerly as the heat finally overwhelms her, surging through her body and resulting in a gush of slick as she cums for the woman between her thighs.
Babe, there's something wretched about this Something so precious about this Oh what a sin
Milkwhite thighs clench around her, and it is the greatest pressure she could ever ask for, happy to drown and suffocate between them while the Madame whimpers and moans loud enough to be heard through the press of skin against her ears. It is worth the slight ache of a tongue unused to such delights these days, working past it eagerly in order to ensure no break is given. Only a sharp mounting of pleasure until the crest is reached. There will be time for ebbs and flows later, for prolonged teasing and edging. They need not even leave the spa, they have all they need within its walls.
There is a level of confidence that comes from fucking another woman. Knowing where to press, what levels of pressure and motions of fingers can take her partner higher faster. She can feel the flutter of muscle as Maeve’s orgasm nears, and she keeps her pace steady lest she ruin the rhythm that’s currently working. And when Maeve tips over Ru gives her own appreciative grown at the chorus of noise and sensation that crashes over her, rewarding her for her efforts. Sibilant cries and clenching legs, fluttering cunt that spills slick over fingers and lips. Hotaru rides it out for a moment before slowly withdrawing, pressing a wet kiss to Maeve’s navel as she withdraws her hand. Tilting her cheek to rest against Maeve’s hip while she catches her breath, reddened lips caught between a smirk and a soft smile. “Good?” Both checking in and asking for her own performance to be rated.
soak me in your moonshine and fuck me on fire
Hotaru has a passive magic that makes her glow with an internal golden light; it makes her appear youthful and her hair seems to look like moving sunlight. Can only subtly illuminate dark spaces.
The warmth working its way through her veins is enough to leave her breathless as she lays beneath the other woman, drawing greedy sips of air past her lips as she forces her eyes to flutter open, shifting to the mismatched gaze of her lover. Maeve loosens the grip of her fingers in her hair, instead letting them brush through golden locks gently as a satisfied smile curls on her lips. "Fucking exquisite. If I'd known where you were hiding all this time I'd have dragged you away way before now." She hums, licking her lips as her nails scratch lightly at the other woman's scalp, before gently curling her fingers at her nape, drawing Ru up towards her so she can press a kiss to slick shiny lips.
Maeve doesn't normally find herself in bed with other woman and she hasn't been with one since Aurelia. She's not mad about breaking that little streak with Hotaru and if she was her way this might be a regular thing for them. At least she hopes. Gods what she wouldn't give for that. Maeve presses a gentle kiss to her lips, cupping her cheek lightly as she lets her thumb brush across soft skin. "Would you like me to return the favor? Believe it or not the last woman I was with turned down that offer." She teases, a soft laugh huffing last her lips as she moves to roll them so she might be the one hovering over Hotaru now.
Babe, there's something wretched about this Something so precious about this Oh what a sin
It is so nice to be touched again. It feels as if it has been forever, though it’s only been a season. She is not porcelain or fine china, to be put up on a shelf and only observed from afar. Beautiful Hotaru may be, she has been starved of physical affection nearly from the moment she was born, and the bliss that crosses her expression is a vulnerable and raw thing as Maeve’s fingers card through her blonde hair. She seems to remember herself a moment later, expression shuttering a little further even as she laughs, breath ghosting over Maeve’s skin.
“High praise from the esteemed Madame,” she teases back, though her eyes seem to glow with smug pride not unlike a mischievous cat’s. The preening into the woman’s nails is similar, eyes half-lidded as she leans into the damp kiss. Honestly, she wouldn’t be bothered to not get off herself if this was her reward. But after hearing that someone else had turned Maeve down, well...
Her breath leaves her as Maeve flips them, a slight blush coming to her cheeks. Well now, that certainly seals the deal. Hotaru has grown accustomed to taking the lead even with men, but as a woman obsessed with control, giving it up is a sexual high she can’t turn down. “I’d like that,” and her voice comes out a little breathy, her own hands moving to drape around Maeve’s neck, fingertips tracing the knob of her spine, incapable of remaining still ever in her life.
soak me in your moonshine and fuck me on fire
Hotaru has a passive magic that makes her glow with an internal golden light; it makes her appear youthful and her hair seems to look like moving sunlight. Can only subtly illuminate dark spaces.
Maeve doesn't miss the expression that flits across Hotaru's features, revealing something a touch desperate and raw. It only serves to soften her own gaze and cement the fact that she plans to kiss every inch of this woman. The Madame has never been one to shove things up onto a shelf to be forgotten and unused. No, she values such possessions, handling them with great care and reverie, taking the time to appreciate every part of them. It's the same thing she plans to do with Hotaru. Sunjata and Nate might have taken her for granted, but if Maeve has the chance, she surely won't. Not the way they did. So Maeve lets her thumb brush across her fingers slip through her hair reverently, not daring to hold back her affections as she gazes down at Ru.
"Esteemed? My... That's a new one." She huffs, a small smile curling on her lips as she draws the woman up for a kiss. Lips cover hers in a gentle caress, enticing her further into this moment even as she rolls them, knees bracketing either side of Hotaru's hips. Icy green eyes take in the flush in the apples of her cheeks, humming at the breathy quality she's managed to draw to Ru's voice and if it isn't music to her ears. A hum pushes past her lips as she dips her head down to press a kiss against the column of her throat, tongue lathing across her pulse as it flutters in the former queen's throat rabidly and Maeve wastes no time in sucking a mark there. "Now we match..." She teases, drawing back with a smirk on her kiss swollen lips as her fingers trail lightly down her side to curl at her hip, thumb brushing across the jut of bone there.
Hotaru's touch brings goosebumps to her skin, making her shiver as she moves to press a kiss to the first scar she sees, nuzzling lightly at the silvery flesh, "You'll have to tell me how you got these, darling.. Want to hear all of your stories." And she means it. How else is she meant to learn about this woman? How else could they potentially grow past a premeditated tryst? With great care she presses kisses to her skin, trailing along her clavicle and down to her sternum until her nose can brush against the swell of her breast, inhaling the sweet scent of her skin before her tongue follow to taste. Finally her tongue finds the bud of her nipple, swirling lightly around the sensitive peak, urging it to tighten further for her so she can draw it into her mouth. Fingers trails from her hip across her belly, teasing over delicate skin until the tips just barely dip between the slick lips of her cunt, ghosting across the bundle of nerves at the apex of her thighs. Her eyes flick up to the other woman, catching her gaze as she continues that teasing touch, waiting for a signal to press further.
Babe, there's something wretched about this Something so precious about this Oh what a sin
“I aim to be unique in my praises,” she grins, the side of her mouth brushing Maeve’s warm skin as she speaks. Her guarded heart shies away from the domesticity of the moment, relieved when the younger woman flips them on the rug and dispels the vulnerability Hotaru had succumbed to. Nate and Sunjata are far from the first to have betrayed and burned her the way they have after all. Hotaru has historically never been lucky in love, and so she lingers in these tepid waters of sex and teasing, far from the dark waters and the undertow she knows lives there.
The scar Maeve kisses is a raised one, silvery and knotted. Hotaru only knows the stories of the worst ones, so battered is her canvas, but that doesn’t dissuade her. “Some of those stories are too dark for moments like this,” her tone gently fends off the Madame’s curiosity; in time perhaps, but not here, not where those stories can taint this simplistic pleasant moment.
So starved for touch, her skin jumps beneath every trailing kiss, finding it difficult to restrain herself as every glancing touch sparks a fire across thousands of connected nerves. The mouth that embraces is her hot and slick, suckling encouragingly until her nipples are stiff peaks at the mercy of her tongue. Hotaru whines, soft and long, and one hand drops to fist the rug. She is not overly sensitive there, but it’s enough. The exploratory fingers however garner a much stronger response as they ghost over the lips of her cunt, already slick to the point of coating her inner thighs from where she’d clenched them together in her own pleasure while eating Maeve out. The searching gaze is clear mimicry of her own, intent on returning the favor of teasing and drawing out begging words. Hotaru is more than ready to give them, though she is docile and slack, almost obediently waiting instead of trying to demand. “Please Maeve,” she murmurs over the crackle of the logs in the fire, utilizing the Madame’s name like a weapon. “I want to feel your fingers. Your tongue. Whatever you will give me.” A shame her toys are in the bedroom then, though a part of her is grateful that this is a simplistic introduction of their physicality together. No frills. Just each other.
soak me in your moonshine and fuck me on fire
Hotaru has a passive magic that makes her glow with an internal golden light; it makes her appear youthful and her hair seems to look like moving sunlight. Can only subtly illuminate dark spaces.
"I would expect nothing less from you." Maeve murmurs, returning her smile with one of her own, something soft and sweet that brings a new light to the Madame's eyes. She doesn't linger there, intent on replacing that ache in Hotaru's heart with something more brilliant. Even if it will only fade later on. They have right now and Maeve won't let either of them sink into that place neither of them want to be in.
A soft hum is her answer as the Madame presses a lingering kiss there, willing to drop the subject for now, "Perhaps another time you can regale me with tales of your exploits." She drawls, a playful spark in her eye with the intention of lightening the mood as she turns her attention to all of the skin laid out before her. So much to taste. So much to touch. She's going to take her time enjoying all of it.
The whine that pushes past Hotaru's plush lips is enough to make it worth it, but Maeve won't be satisfied with just that. No, she plans on drawing out all manner of sounds from the woman beneath her. While she might not be the most dominant of the two of them, it doesn't stop her from taking control here and keeping Ru on edge for her. She loves to play, to tease, and to please her lovers. It's her greatest pleasure to be the one to take them apart so beautifully until they have o other choice but to give in to her. Her tongue lathes across the woman's nipple, swirling around it and sucking it into her mouth, teeth barely grazing along the sensitive bud until she releases it with a wet pop. Maeve cocks her head to the side, almost feline in her gaze as she applies the faintest bit of pressure to her clit as she starts to speak. The way her name falls off of her lips might be one of her new favorite things. It sparks a heat in her belly that she can't ignore and while the Madame might have considered denying the former queen a bit longer, that plan quickly goes out the window.
A smirk curls on her lips as she dips to press a kiss to her skin, "Oh Ru... Don't you know that I'll give you everything?" Maeve purrs, finally applying the full pressure of her fingers against the swollen bud of her clit. She's slow in her movements, measured as she begins to circle that bundle of nerves with her thumb, letting her middle finger dip between the lips of her cunt to tease at her entrance as she barely lets the tip of it press into her.
Babe, there's something wretched about this Something so precious about this Oh what a sin
Words seem so meaningless with the faint touch of Maeve’s fingertip at the precipice of her sex, any notion of response swallowed thickly with the pool of saliva that suddenly wets her mouth. She may normally take control of her partners, but a change of pace might be exactly what she needs to wipe all comparisons to other people, other moments like this. Even Varus had been to similar, too familiar. But Maeve? She stands apart in her uniqueness, from gender to appearance, and for once Hotaru relaxes into the fur at her back and lets herself forget.
The vow makes her breath catch, moments before pressure is introduced and forcing the air right back out of her lungs in a keening noise at the back of her throat like one makes when having a particularly good stretch. Runner’s legs pull halfway up in an aborted movement before deciding to only hook one around Maeve’s hip to pull her closer. It had the added benefit of opening up her pelvis more, practically flowering beneath the Madame’s inquisitive touch to her entrance. “Yes,” she gasps encouragingly, long hair spilling like molten gold across the rug, aching to be filled after so long feeling horrifically empty. Her other hand searches for Maeve’s free one, tangling their fingers together intimately as she squeezes hard.
soak me in your moonshine and fuck me on fire
Hotaru has a passive magic that makes her glow with an internal golden light; it makes her appear youthful and her hair seems to look like moving sunlight. Can only subtly illuminate dark spaces.
Maeve watches the moment that Ru lets go of everything else. The tension leaves her body in a wave, letting loose the tight grip it held Hotaru in for this singular moment and what Maeve wouldn't give to do this for her everyday. How well could she make the woman beneath her forget the heartache? How well could she patch up the wounds left by those to careless to handle her the way she was meant to be? Hotaru wasn't some delicate thing to be locked away to wilt. No, she was something exotic and beautiful. Strong. She needed proper care. Dedication and a sure touch. Maeve could be that for her. She could help her thrive. Make her blossom.
A smirk curls at her lips as they press against the soft skin at the sound she manages to draw from her at the faintest touch. Maeve hums, nipping gently at her collarbone as she presses kisses up towards her throat and along her jaw, lingering there as she presses her finger in to the first knuckle. She pauses as Hotaru twitches and bucks beneath her, hips rising to fuck herself further onto the finger that's pressing into her channel, but stopping halfway through to hook her leg over her hip instead. This just seems to prove her point. She's barely touched the former queen and look how she's blossomed for her. Sweet and eager, filling the room with the faint perfume of her sex and Maeve drinks her in greedily. "That's right, sweetling. Whatever you want, I'll do." She murmurs against the curve of her jaw, pressing a tender kiss there as she begins to move her finger again.
With practiced ease, Maeve presses her finger deeper into her cunt, not daring to let up on the pressure at her clit as her thumb continues to move in smooth circles around the tight bundle of nerves. A rhythm is set, something that's meant to bring her up slowly to that edge, letting her savor every second as Maeve gives her hand a squeeze in return before pinning it above her head against the golden waves that cove the rug. Her own dark tresses tease across her skin as she trails kisses to the other side of her throat before drawing back to watch her face, sea glass gaze growing dark once more with her own desires.
Babe, there's something wretched about this Something so precious about this Oh what a sin
Maeve will surely find that Ru is easy to please in this moment, so desperate to be touched as she is. Every glancing kiss of skin feels like fireworks that only bloom brighter as the pressure increases. Even the crooning of her voice makes Hotaru melt into the furs, thighs trembling where they hold Maeve close. The clench of her channel around the Madame’s finger is desperate, hips rocking restlessly even when there is nothing left to chase. Ru tilts into the kiss at her jaw, seeking Maeve’s lips in full as a whimper leaves her own the moment that clever finger begins to move.
It turns into a gasp, fueled by lust as her hand is pinned by her head. The flames burn brighter, cheeks darkening as she stares almost shyly up at the Madame, taken aback by the change in power. The trail of kisses up her neck prompt her to lift her jaw to provide better room, navel tight with the notion of wearing any marks proudly after this night. Her hand squeezes their tangled fingers once more, the slick sound of Maeve fingering her cunt lewd and loud with how soaked she is as she pants and grinds back into every motion.
soak me in your moonshine and fuck me on fire
Hotaru has a passive magic that makes her glow with an internal golden light; it makes her appear youthful and her hair seems to look like moving sunlight. Can only subtly illuminate dark spaces.
Maeve doesn't let up even for a second. Each soft sound she tugs from the former queen is enough to have the ache between her own thighs growing once more, but she ignores it for the woman beneath her. She slips a second finger into the tight heat of her cunt, curling her fingers to find that sensitive patch of skin that will likely draw her closer to the edge. Maeve trails her lips until she finds Hotaru's claiming her mouth in a heated kiss, licking past her teeth and stroking over her tongue, nipping at her bottom lip gently as she draws back to allow the woman a chance to breathe. "That's right... Just let go for me, mon chéri." She coos against her lips, nudging her nose against hers gently, a smirk curling on her own kiss swollen pout.
Drawing back just enough to look down at the woman, her head tilts to the side, loving how shy she looks right now. Maeve doesn't tend to take charge. Very rarely does she find the urge to, but there was something about giving Hotaru the time to let go that has her eager to slip into this role. Her fingers pick up their pace, giving her a little bit more to draw her towards the edge, trying her best to encourage her to shatter for her if only to put her back together again.
Babe, there's something wretched about this Something so precious about this Oh what a sin
Her mouth is a dangerous thing, capable of drawing Ru into the undertow while stealing the breath straight from her lips. She drowns in it willingly, only the flick and clash of her own tongue and teeth revealing any fire she has left in the midst of her own undoing. With one hand occupied with clinging to Maeve’s, the other comes up to clutch at the woman’s shoulder, faint pink lines left in the wake of her nails as she rakes them helplessly across porcelain flesh.
The bidding, cooing tone is her inevitable undoing. Some part of her recognizing a pet name even when spoken in a language she doesn’t know. Perhaps it’s that small bit of affection that really does her in. But the thumb against her clit and the long, clever fingers in her cunt deliver her to rapture all the same. “Maeve!” It’s a warbling cry of pleasure as she crests, orgasm clenching her walls down spasmodically on Maeve’s fingers as her hips arch off the rug and her thighs clench tight around the Madame’s waist. Golden hair tossed as her head rolls back, soaking Maeve’s hand her with release as her entire body trembles with the aftershocks.
soak me in your moonshine and fuck me on fire
Hotaru has a passive magic that makes her glow with an internal golden light; it makes her appear youthful and her hair seems to look like moving sunlight. Can only subtly illuminate dark spaces.
Nails dig into tender flesh, leaving marks across pale skin as clings to her, but Maeve doesn't mind. She's always loved marks left behind on her person from moments like this. Moments of pure passion and want, dragging her down into a sweet bliss that never comes with anything else but this. The Madame leaves a mark of her own against Hotaru's throat, sucking a dark mark into golden skin as her free hand tightens on the wrist she has pinned against the rug. "That's it. Good girl." Maeve purrs, smiling softly as she draws back from her throat, continuing to work her fingers in and out of Hotaru's clenching cunt until the woman can't take it anymore. Only once Hotaru stops trembling does she remove her fingers from between her legs, bringing them up to her mouth to lick them clean, tongue curling around the digits as she looks down at her with a smirk.
Maeve releases her wrist, bringing her hand down to cup her cheek, brushing her thumb lightly across the flushed skin there. "Not a bad first round if I do say so myself." She teases, wrinkling her nose as she bends to press a kiss to his lips. It's soft and sweet, only a touch of heat behind the motion, but she doesn't let it build further yet. Maeve bumps her nose against hers, drawing back to settle at her side once more, fingers brushing lightly over her belly as she props her head up with her palm.
Babe, there's something wretched about this Something so precious about this Oh what a sin
