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!
Credits
Court of the Fallen was created in October of 2018 by Odd, Honey, and Crooked.
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His fangs sink in and alight him with a burning fire that he hasn’t felt consistently in so long. It’s a shock to him, too, to not dive in and give himself into her completely while the sensation rushes on — because he knows that the second he pulls away it’ll become dull and hollow for him, but Varus is nothing if not a man that works quickly on his feet. He could leave her be to take care of herself once he’s withdrawn, but he could also help her along, give her a few moments longer to relish in the presence and all encompassing hands of someone else.
He chooses the latter the second his resolve fractures with the moan she elicits, with the way he can see in his peripheral vision how her thighs press together. And his mind is made up, he withdraws from the bite with a huff of a sound, the grip on her arm growing more possessive, tugging her into him to help her find relief from the bite, aiming for her to either straddle him or whatever she chose to do.
stories without a few let downs are boring when told perfection and poems are a lie when it all unfolds
I could take all that you love We could get down fading numb
All the grief and pain that had been festering inside seems to flow out through the punctures his teeth make, inviting inside only the purest form of pleasure to drown out the white noise. She lingers in it, shaking apart until only the foundations remain. They both feel it dwindle at the same time, and when he pulls her close Ru goes easily.
Her knee finds the bed, pressing down in order to swing her leg to straddle him entirely. The pressure alone is enough to have her whimpering through her teeth where they bite and worry at her lip. Her arm remains in his grip, and one hand goes to his nape to encourage him back against her skin. Arm, collarbone, breast, she doesn’t care now. Anywhere but Nate’s scars. Anything to bring her to the crest. “Please,” she begs, no more than a whisper stolen from her lungs as she lays her hand overtop his own, guiding it to her navel to press both their fingertips past the band of her leggings and underwear both so she may have his fingers and teeth at the same time.
Gasoline kiss on my lips Tell yourself you know it's me
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.
She slips toward him and he makes room for her, guiding her into his lap as he tries to hang onto that last thread of sensation before it’s buried away. She straddles him, guides his head in closer, a beg that has him thriving for another bite. He avoids Nate’s scars entirely, not because of his perception of what they mean to her, but because he’s simply trying to find her skin wherever he can reach. In this instance, it’s unceremoniously her shoulder, lips trailing along her collarbone to the soft skin that stretches across a surprisingly strong shoulder.
She guides his only hand and he hopes that she can hold onto him because he certainly doesn’t have another hand to help balance her while he pleasures her, and he pauses before his teeth sink in so that his fingers can slip beneath the band of her pants and her underwear, slipping his fingers deeper into her warmth so that he can press and stroke against her clit — the second he does and the pressure is applied, he hums and sinks his teeth in again, this time not tampering down on the rumbling groan that vibrates through him. He continues with the bite while his fingers work in quick circling strokes, trying to draw her closer with the only two ways he can right now.
stories without a few let downs are boring when told perfection and poems are a lie when it all unfolds
I could take all that you love We could get down fading numb
There is no heat to his breath as his mouth finds her shoulder, but there's no need for it when her skin is alive with a fever from his touch and initial bite. She leans into him, somehow aware enough to do so without toppling him since he only has one arm. The pause before the bite is tortuously teasing, but it's swept away by the preternatural smoothness of his fingers against her navel as they dip into her clothes. She shudders all the same at the coolness of his touch.
And then there's an entirely different kind of trembling as his fingers find her hot, slick core, forcing a sharp gasp of eager sensitivity from her throat. It never ceases to surprise her, how quickly the bite can affect her physically, but she already aches at the slightest touch of his fingers. Then he bites down a second time, and the rubbing of his fingers is nothing compared to the electric pleasure that his venom inspires - it topples her over immediately, thighs trembling and clenching at his lap as her own hands dig into his shoulders, a mangled cry leaving her lips. Too many names she wants to say, none which fit right anymore.
Gasoline kiss on my lips Tell yourself you know it's me
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 second bite is electrifying, like lightning zipping through his systems just like the ones she’d displayed – offered as part of the bargain between them. He hums, a moan pressed against her shoulder, his hand continuing its strokes until she’s doubled over and he’s forced to pull away. Her fingers that dig into his shoulders are a far away sensation – something that his sensors tell him are there but he barely registers.
He sucks down a sharp breath he doesn’t need, trying to continue to spur her on, a silver flush edging with pink as her blood slips through his systems, coat his cheeks and his neck, and should he need to breathe he’s sure he’d be panting. But he doesn’t, and so he tries to regain some semblance of mind, his fingers deftly working to bring her to that edge, to bring her over it, before he can depart for the Grounds once again.
stories without a few let downs are boring when told perfection and poems are a lie when it all unfolds
I could take all that you love We could get down fading numb
His moan reverberates against her skin, tickling and intensifying the bite, and she shudders to hear it. Reveling in his blatant admission of his own satisfaction that so many men try to hide. Each brush and circle of his fingers brings her closer, and it’s a matter of mere moments. She knows it.
Everything is blissfully silent for once and maybe that’s what really helps her orgasm build. It would be a depressing thought to linger on if she wasn’t so swept away by her own pleasure. It crests all at once, and her thighs snap tight around Cal’s thighs as she shakes and shudders through her climax, a gasping moan escaping her as she trembles all over.
The crackling of the fire in the background is their only chorus, and though he does not share her bed and is dressed and gone within the hour, Hotaru is left feeling some small modicum of peace in his wake.
- FIN
Gasoline kiss on my lips Tell yourself you know it's me
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.
