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
It’s fine, it’s fine, it’s fine. The world doesn’t end when Jata rips his wrist from her mouth, though the sudden decresendo feels like a sudden molly comedown after her orgasm. It leaves her gasping - both of them gasping - him for air and her for that iron-tang connection. Her hands finds his and hold them in place and give him purchase through all their twitches and minor hip-bucking.
All this with her eyes closed, perhaps substituting another face for his, or finding it easier to focus on her own sensations without the distraction of someone else. Sensations Wessex won’t have again for a long time - not unless she wants to come here by herself.
With a needless, but clearly satisfied sigh, the Wraith opens her eyes and lightens her grip on the Flood’s hands. There’s no babymaking, no nothing to worry about with the two of them, so she lets herself sit there for a moment with the tiniest of almost-shy smiles. Almost shy - her posture, the way her eyes still roam over him a little bit, feeling no need to cover up - it all says otherwise. Until they come to the moment where they have to disengage, and that particular ‘let’s not get cum everywhere dance’ is always rather awkward, no matter how you try to do it.
All this with her eyes closed, perhaps substituting another face for his, or finding it easier to focus on her own sensations without the distraction of someone else. Sensations Wessex won’t have again for a long time - not unless she wants to come here by herself.
With a needless, but clearly satisfied sigh, the Wraith opens her eyes and lightens her grip on the Flood’s hands. There’s no babymaking, no nothing to worry about with the two of them, so she lets herself sit there for a moment with the tiniest of almost-shy smiles. Almost shy - her posture, the way her eyes still roam over him a little bit, feeling no need to cover up - it all says otherwise. Until they come to the moment where they have to disengage, and that particular ‘let’s not get cum everywhere dance’ is always rather awkward, no matter how you try to do it.
and from your lips she drew
the hallelujah
the hallelujah
