WESSEX
the wraith
she tied you to her kitchen chair
she broke your throne and she cut your hair
she broke your throne and she cut your hair
Of the people she still speaks to? Two. Exactly two - himself and Hotaru - have seen this side of her.
But even their golden, fierce lioness is far from her mind right now as her shirt falls carelessly to the floor, quickly followed by Sunjata’s. Audibly humming in both praise and pleasure, she takes a moment to let him just touch her, to feel the calluses of his hands on her skin. The fire that’s being stoked inside her, however, does not still (thank Frey!), and at his offer, she takes one hand and brings it to her mouth, kissing along its inner side until she gets to the crook of his elbow, and then places it around her shoulders and neck.
He’ll want something to hold on to. They both will. “If you insist,” she exhales hungrily, hooded gaze going to the mess of scars on his neck. Nate flits briefly across her mind, but then he, too, is lost ot the magic. Wrapping an arm around his waist, she scrapes her fangs briefly from behind his ear to his collarbone and then comes back up again, to sink them into his throat.
Everything hits her like a mother fuckin’ freight train and the tingles become waves until she’s caught up in a tsunami and doesn’t want to let go.
But even their golden, fierce lioness is far from her mind right now as her shirt falls carelessly to the floor, quickly followed by Sunjata’s. Audibly humming in both praise and pleasure, she takes a moment to let him just touch her, to feel the calluses of his hands on her skin. The fire that’s being stoked inside her, however, does not still (thank Frey!), and at his offer, she takes one hand and brings it to her mouth, kissing along its inner side until she gets to the crook of his elbow, and then places it around her shoulders and neck.
He’ll want something to hold on to. They both will. “If you insist,” she exhales hungrily, hooded gaze going to the mess of scars on his neck. Nate flits briefly across her mind, but then he, too, is lost ot the magic. Wrapping an arm around his waist, she scrapes her fangs briefly from behind his ear to his collarbone and then comes back up again, to sink them into his throat.
Everything hits her like a mother fuckin’ freight train and the tingles become waves until she’s caught up in a tsunami and doesn’t want to let go.
and from your lips she drew
the hallelujah
the hallelujah
