all is fair in love and war

right by the entrance you broke, finally reality's taking its hold

Shes slick already as his hand slips down her skin, as his finger presses in against her clit, offering soft movements that she adds to with the rocking of her hips. Her skin is flushed just as his is, the creeping scarlet growing along his cheeks, up his neck. He continues to stroke her, not readjusting himself so she does have to work to get the button undone from his pants.

When she does, though, his nostrils flare a fraction, there’s the brief hitch of his breath. His gaze shifts into slits now, still steel, but narrowed and pointed and sharp, tongue running along sharp edged teeth when she speaks. His other hand leaves her breast to reach into his pocket, searching for something he keeps there just on the off chance something like this were to happen. And he’s glad for it.

“I want to hear all of it, Maeve.” He murmurs, horned head tilting, still that picture of lazy relaxation, despite having her bare atop him and his shirt flared open.

you're not who you were, but you can't let it go
you're not where you're from, but you're always alone

SUNJATA

Maeve

He doesn't make things easy for her. Nothing about this is easy, but she fucking craves it. Maeve hisses out another breath, a moan catching in her throat that gets caught behind her teeth, not fully passing her lips. The pressure isn't enough for her. It doesn't get her closer to the edge of release, but it keeps her high, becoming so sensitive she could cry with it.

Maeve gets a win, though. His nostrils flare. His breath hitches. It's a small tell. A barely there thing that someone else might miss, but not Maeve. Never Maeve. She sees it all and she chases that reaction, fingers hooking into the waistband of his pants, tugging them down with effort. If she wants them off then she's going to have to move away from him. He's going to have to stop touching her. The thought is almost one she can't handle, but the Madame is nothing if not determined.

It's with that thought that she leans forward, capturing his lips in a heated kiss, licking into his mouth so she might run the tip of her tongue over his fangs. Maeve draws back with a nip to his bottom lip, holding his gaze for a moment, "I missed having you in my bed. Your wings wrapped around me. Your claws digging into my hips." She breathes, starting to give him exactly what he asked her for, moving to sink between his thighs. Her fingers curl in the waistband of his jeans again, tugging them down almost roughly, making it clear of her intentions.

NO ONE WANTS YOU WHEN YOU HAVE NO HEART
AND I’M SITTING PRETTY IN MY BRAND NEW SCARS

right by the entrance you broke, finally reality's taking its hold

He watches her debate, watches how she moves to lean forward, to capture his lips in a kiss that’s devouring and warm, and his hand between her legs slips in further, stroking along her clit until his fingertip slips into her. The nip to his bottom lip has his breath hitching again, as she moves to sink down between his thighs, tugging at his pants with far more force than before.

So he throws her a bone, lifting his hips a fraction so that she can slip his pants down, so that his cock is there for her. And both hands rise now to run along her skin, shifting to those claws that drag up her sides, leaving small red marks in their wake. Up and down, his hands move slowly, his eyes watching her like a predator might watch its prey. “Did you prefer the feathers or the leather?” He purrs with a raise of his sculpted brow, settling back in the couch as his hands drift up to her shoulders now.

Those sharp talons creep up further, running their edges along the column of her neck on either side, until it’s pressing against the underside of her jaw.

you're not who you were, but you can't let it go
you're not where you're from, but you're always alone

SUNJATA

Maeve

Before she sinks to the floor, he makes the choice all that harder for her, slipping that finger between her folds to dip into her entrance. It's the faintest stretch. Something that makes her shudder and clench, growling against his lips as she tugs back from the nip she leaves there. It's hard and savage and almost meant to punish. He likes it, though. Just like she knew he would. He's always liked when she's rough with him.

Maeve slips down between his thighs, tugging at his pants until he finally lifts his hips and she's able to work them down, pausing to remove his shoes too. Soon he's naked too, lounging on her couch like he owns the fucking place and right now he does, Maeve loves that he does. Lording over her like some kind of king. She smooths her hands up his thighs, dipping forward to press a kiss against his skin, teeth scraping in the wake of her lips as his question is aired. Maeve hums, smirking up at him as she meets his gaze from beneath thick lashes, shuddering as his claws trail across her skin. "Leather." She purrs back, chin tilting up as his fingers press beneath her jaw.

"Love how small they make me feel. Safe." The words come out unbidden and she wouldn't say them otherwise, but he wants to hear everything and she's too far gone to care. Maeve runs her hands up the inside of his thighs before she lets her fingers tease the underside of his cock, nail barely trailing up to his tip, circling it teasingly. "Know what else I missed? Taking your cock in my mouth and tasting you on my tongue."

NO ONE WANTS YOU WHEN YOU HAVE NO HEART
AND I’M SITTING PRETTY IN MY BRAND NEW SCARS

right by the entrance you broke, finally reality's taking its hold

Leather, she says, and he leans forward enough to shrug out of the rest of his shirt, and in the process? Those leathery wings flare out, curling and draping across both edges of the couch. And in this moment? He does own the place and he certainly relishes in it, in his presence there.

She gets the rest of his clothes off and he watches her between his legs, that same slit steel. He focuses on the path her hands take, on the way they smooth over his shark bite scarred legs and the bullet scar to his thigh. His breath hitches and his wings flare with the path her finger takes along his cock, and his gaze narrows as he pulls his hands back up the side of her cheek, the claw disappearing to his calloused fingers again, pressing against her bottom lip that she chews on most of the time he’s around.

“Then what are you waiting for?” He asks her, a lower hum, slightly throaty as his wings flare out again and curl toward her, the tips of them pressing against her back and her ass as she continues to taunt him, circling the tip of his length. This is something he can do, something he can dive into easily.

you're not who you were, but you can't let it go
you're not where you're from, but you're always alone

SUNJATA

Maeve

His shirt joins the pile of clothes growing on the floor just in time for his wings to appear, flaring out behind him and with the way the moon halos his head through the window, Maeve thinks he looks like some kind of arch Fae she read about in her stories. Here she is kneeling at his feet, ready to worship him for simply existing, for choosing to take care of her.

She's enraptured, watching as his wings flare and his breath hitches with her touch, fingers teasing a trail along the underside of his cock. Maeve loosely grips him, pumping slowly, thumb brushing across his tip to smear the precum there across it until it's shiny for her. The claws disappear as he cups her cheek, still mindful about hurting her even as he lords over her, almost gently brushing his thumb across her bottom lip. Maeve parts her lips, tongue sneaking out to press against the pad of his thumb, drawing it into the heat of her mouth with a hum. Her tongue swirls around it, a taste of what she plans to do with his cock, eyes blazing as he utters the words that make her cunt clench.

Maeve releases his thumb with a wet pop, allowing him to guide her forward with his hand on her jaw and his wings at her back, lips parting over the tip of his length. She's warm in the loose embrace of his wings, shielded from the outside world as she bobs her head slowly, allowing him to slip across her tongue. The hand on his cock wrapping around the base to keep him stead as her free hand slips between her own legs, fingers finding and teasing her clit lightly, making her moan as she takes him deeper.

NO ONE WANTS YOU WHEN YOU HAVE NO HEART
AND I’M SITTING PRETTY IN MY BRAND NEW SCARS

right by the entrance you broke, finally reality's taking its hold

She’s haloed in the light from the fire and he’s haloed by the moonlight – fitting perhaps, given the way the stars on his arms in his sleeved tattoos seem to shift, so subtly at first, until the stars seem to line up to mirror those that can be seen surrounding the moon in the background. And of course, there’s the constellation over the center of his chest, a glimmering line of dark navy inked lines with points that trail down his chest.

He swallows hard as her hand continues its teasing trail along his cock, as her thumb brushes against the tip. He’s focused on her, though, on the hand that lifts to her jaw, that cups her face. She takes his thumb into her mouth and he cocks his horned head with a glimmer of approval, and then he’s making his demand.

She releases his thumb and he slides it along her cheek to guide her forward, wings pressing in against her back with a good amount of pressure, blocking the light from the fire but not wide enough to block the moonlight haloing him. Her mouth is warm as it takes him and he watches her the entire time with a smoldering gaze, hand sliding along her cheek now to tangle in her dark hair to help her along as he hums a quiet pant through his lips. His breath hitches as her moan vibrates through him and his gaze narrows on her. He can see the way she teases herself, and his wings press in further, edges pressing against her ass with a bit more pressure than before, tattooed and scarred chest rising and falling with his quickening heartbeat.

you're not who you were, but you can't let it go
you're not where you're from, but you're always alone

SUNJATA

Maeve

His thumb slides across her cheek, slick his her spit, leaving a trail in its wake before his fingers are tangling in her hair. With a tight grip in her curls, he eases her forward and Maeve goes without complaint, relaxing her jaw to take him as deep as she can mange. Her eyes water, spit already beginning to gather at the corners of her mouth as he slips down her throat, pressing into the back of it enough that she almost gags. Maeve draws back just a little, drawing in a shallow breath through her nose before pressing forward again, relaxing her throat this time so he slips more easily down the back of it.

She swallows, throat fluttering around the head of his cock before she's drawing back and repeating the process, fingers digging into his thigh in what's meant to be encouragement. A rhythm is set with her mouth, a slow bob, tongue pressing to the underside of him as she sucks. Her other hand doesn't stop teasing at her clit, picking up speed when his wings press harder into her back, making her hips rock forward against her hand. A whine sounds in her throat, muffled by him, eyes fluttering shut for only a moment before they focus back on the Flood, eagerly waiting for his approval.

Part of her wants to taste his cum on her tongue, to show that she can be good and swallow him down, but she fears he'll be finished with her if she does so. Maybe if she does let him finish that way he'll take pity on her, reward her for being so good, for giving him something extra. For now, she settles into this rhythm, intent on driving him mad with it.

NO ONE WANTS YOU WHEN YOU HAVE NO HEART
AND I’M SITTING PRETTY IN MY BRAND NEW SCARS

right by the entrance you broke, finally reality's taking its hold

He guides her to start, but then she’s taking him into the warmth of her mouth. She picks a rhythm and Sunjata’s fingers tighten in her hair, the other finding a home on her shoulder, the tips of his claws pressing in against her skin. He shivers, watching her through a half lidded gaze as she works herself as much as she’s working him up, seeing her easily through the dark covers of his wings. The tips curl in around her, curling around her hips, and pull her closer as if he’s helping her with the rhythm of her hand, helping her hips rock and grind against her hand.

Her whine vibrates through him, a low thrum of a moan finally leaving his throat as he leans back a bit more into the cushions, the hand in her hair stills her for a fraction so that he can rock his hips gently, chasing that edge for himself selfishly. A stuttered sigh leaves his parted lips, the steel that searches her face with a languid, half closed appearance is lusty as it is approving.

Releasing his hold on her a few seconds after he’d gotten it, he smooths back her dark hair from her face, wings still working on the push and pull of her body. He’s tense and taut, like the string of a bow, ready to snap if the indication of the trembling in his legs are any indication, if the twitch of his length sunk deep into her mouth is any indication.

you're not who you were, but you can't let it go
you're not where you're from, but you're always alone

SUNJATA

Maeve

It's a strange game they're playing. None of this is like the last time they were together. Last time they were equals, both seeking a distraction and a relief from the pain, but this time he's the one in control. Maeve begged him for this and he's giving her what she wants on his terms. It shouldn't be so heady or thrilling, but it takes her all the higher. She's not the one in control right now. It's what she wanted. To forget. To be distracted. To be torn to pieces and put back together all over again.

He helps her in his own way, wings curling around her backs and at her hips, supporting her as she grinds against her fingers. It's not enough, but she chases it anyway. The sparks of pleasure it sends skittering over her nerves enough to keep her on edge. Maeve lets out a sound of indignation when he still sher head, fingers pressing to the back of her skull as his thumb finds the line of her jaw, holding her in place so he can take her mouth with a few thrusts of his own. Her chest is heaving, ragged breaths sucked in through her nose, heat suffusing her cheeks as she looks up at him from beneath her lashes. A warmth spreads through her chest, seeing the approval in his steel slit gaze, preening for him as she takes him deeper into her mouth.

Almost gentle fingers card through her hair, pushing it back from her face in a tender motion, watching her through heavy lidded eyes. She can feel how he tenses up. The jump and flex in the muscles of his thighs, the way he twitches on her tongue, already so close to his release. Maeve doesn't want to deny him. Not when she hasn't cum yet. Gods, please don't let this be over after this. It's the only thought that runs through her head as she picks up speed, intent on drawing him over the edge for her, needing to taste him.

NO ONE WANTS YOU WHEN YOU HAVE NO HEART
AND I’M SITTING PRETTY IN MY BRAND NEW SCARS

right by the entrance you broke, finally reality's taking its hold

He can feel her complaint as he stills her, but there’s little within him that cares as he takes her himself, only releasing the hold when he’s driven closer to that edge, wings curled around her and tucked in tight to help her along, too. And she gives into him, feeling how close he is to that ledge, his fingers curling into her dark hair as she picks up her speed, Sunjata’s head tilting back to suck down breath as his skin flushed more, as his heartbeat roars, as his breath hitches and catches in the quiet rumbling of bitten back moans.

Only when he can feel himself start to burn does he give her a warning in the way his fingers tug on her hair, as he pulls her off of his cock most of the way, leaving just enough in that when his orgasm hits, he’s giving her a second to prepare for it. And when it hits, he trembles and shudders, coating her tongue, panting his relief, wings pressing in everywhere around her that he can.

The warmth of the room has started to get to him, the gleaming of a hint of sweat beading at his temple, leaving him red from the heat and her mouth.

you're not who you were, but you can't let it go
you're not where you're from, but you're always alone

SUNJATA

Maeve

It only takes moments for her to draw him to that edge. Noting the way he bites back moans, catching them behind fanged teeth, letting out these shuddery breaths instead that are tinged with his pleasure. There is a sense of satisfaction that blooms in her chest, a smug feeling of pride knowing that she can still drive him this far, knowing that even she still knows how to make him fall apart.

He tries to bring her to her own peak, but she's too focused on this, struggling to maintain any consistency for herself. A task she all but abandons as she draws her back so only the tip of his cock is resting on her tongue, waiting for the first drop to land and she hums when it finally does, swallowing it down greedily. Maeve swirls her tongue around the tip of his cock, licking him clean before finally releasing him, drawing in a shaky breath through swollen lips.

Slowly, she stands and takes a small step forward, crawling back into his lap easily. Her hands slip up his chest and she leans down to press kisses along his throat, tongue darting out to taste his skin as she settles there, still wet and wanting. She's willing to be patient.

NO ONE WANTS YOU WHEN YOU HAVE NO HEART
AND I’M SITTING PRETTY IN MY BRAND NEW SCARS

right by the entrance you broke, finally reality's taking its hold

He shudders, sucking in a sharp breath but his wings loosen their tension when she moves to stand and climb back into his lap. His wings flare out before they curl in again, supporting her back in a mirror of one of the first times they’d slept together. Her lips find his neck and his horned head rolls, tilting to give her more room as he catches his breath.

His hands dance along her skin, from the curves of her ass, up her sides and leaves one to cup and tease at a pierced nipple while the other trails lower, along her chest and down her stomach until his fingers slide against her clit again. It’s an idle stroke, an attempt to keep her on that edge.

He drives it a bit further though, pressing against her as his finger slips inside her again, pressing deeper and deeper.

you're not who you were, but you can't let it go
you're not where you're from, but you're always alone

SUNJATA

Maeve

His wings brace against her back, surrounding her and shutting her off from the world again, cocooning her in a warm darkness with only the moon touching her skin. She feels small and secure, face tucking into his neck to press kisses against his skin, trailing over bite marks and scars alike. Her fingers slip into his hair, finding the base of his horns and teasing there, knowing just how sensitive they are. She's not the only one set on teasing, though.

With an almost feather light touch, Sunjata trails his hands across her skin, tracing the curve of her ass and up her sides until he's palming at her breasts again. The swipe of his thumb across the barbell makes her shiver, a sigh pushing past her lips as she draws back to catch his in a kiss, licking into his mouth so he might still taste himself on her tongue. She's torn between focusing on the kiss or the hand that's trailing over her torso, slipping back between her thighs to tease at her neglected clit, causing her hips to jerk in response.

She thinks for a moment he might just tease her. That he might make her work for it and grind against that single finger until she reaches her peak, but he presses further, slipping the long digit into her cunt. Maeve keens into his mouth, eyes squeezing shut as she bucks against his fingers, clenching around him helplessly. "Please..." The whimpered please escapes her, muffled by his lips as she refuses to break the kiss, nails biting into his shoulder as she uses him for leverage to rock minutely against that finger.

NO ONE WANTS YOU WHEN YOU HAVE NO HEART
AND I’M SITTING PRETTY IN MY BRAND NEW SCARS