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.
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
AND I’M SITTING PRETTY IN MY BRAND NEW SCARS
