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
His moans mirror her garbled ones as she drinks mouthful upon mouthful of his warm, tangy life. Whatever he’s doing with his hands, it all builds and pushes her closer, closer, to edge. She would have kept going - she would have - dangerously close to following in Neron’s footsteps until Jata pulls away and breaks the suction. Her need, however, doesn’t face, and neither does the predator she was born to be. Blood-smeared and messy, their lips find each other again, and she is hard, needy, and unforgiving. Her kisses mean to take.
So do her hands, as they come down to his belt. All that and they haven’t even shed their pants.
This time she breaks away. “Off,” comes the breathy command, as the Wraith tends to her own clothing, hands sliding a bit over the buttons. Buttons are terribly difficult sometimes, even more so when you’re blood-drunk, magic-addled, and very, very horny. Eventually she gets it, however, and slides the offending material over her hips. Once everything is free, she slides a hand down to her clit - and then gestures to the bed.
As hot as fucking against a wall and doorframe is, they could have a lot more leeway on something with a bit more surface area.
So do her hands, as they come down to his belt. All that and they haven’t even shed their pants.
This time she breaks away. “Off,” comes the breathy command, as the Wraith tends to her own clothing, hands sliding a bit over the buttons. Buttons are terribly difficult sometimes, even more so when you’re blood-drunk, magic-addled, and very, very horny. Eventually she gets it, however, and slides the offending material over her hips. Once everything is free, she slides a hand down to her clit - and then gestures to the bed.
As hot as fucking against a wall and doorframe is, they could have a lot more leeway on something with a bit more surface area.
and from your lips she drew
the hallelujah
the hallelujah
