From being an Abandoned who had rarely left the Hollowed Grounds, to embracing the call of adventure, to dying and being reborn first as an Ascended and then as an Ancient, Maea has gone through quite the amount of changes in her life. One thing remains common, though, in her attempts to find out just where she belongs; she’s always had a craving for knowledge which has brought her to so many places and to meet so many people here in Caido. We can’t wait to see what else is in store for her!
Congratulations, Maea!
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Court of the Fallen was created in October of 2018 by Odd, Honey, and Crooked.
Skinning and hosting by the epically talented Kaons, and functionality fanciness by the coding magic of Neowulf. If you ever see either of them around, make sure to show them some love!
// seems like the whole damn world went and lost its mind & all my childhood heroes have fallen off or died. fake tears, real living, fake tears, but the alcohol never lies //
He does take the option, his rhythm only stuttering once as he hoists her leg over his scarred shoulder, returning his hand between her thighs. It’s a bit of a tight fit but he manages it, wanting to keep up that pressure because the more he feels the way she reacts to it, the closer he gets too. Besides, it isn’t like this needs to be long and drawn out — it’s a release of steam between two friends, not some romantic getaway.
Her moan is met by his labored breaths, keeping the pace right there, driving himself deep into her as he focuses on keeping his thumb moving as well. He doesn’t stop, doesn’t even deviate from it, instead there’s a part of him that grows greedier. He tilts just enough to press his neck against her lips as if seeking out that bite, because he knows the second she does it’s over for him, and based off of how she’s feeling at the moment? He imagines she won’t last long after that too.
some princes don't become kings
SUNJATA
No permission needed for power play!
Feel free to use magic/force on Sunjata, without killing him <3
Sunjata speaks with an Australian accent and has a passive magic that makes him produce a subtle scent that matches exactly to whatever those around him most desire him to smell like.
That they can absolutely agree upon - the non romantic getaway, quickie in the sex room thing, she means - and Isla's fingers tighten in his hair as pleasure and need begin to tighten up the back of her thighs. The pace and the angle are unsustainable at best, but Isla doesn't plan to drag things out for long; as she feels Sunjata press against her teeth, she doesn't waste a moment.
Her fangs slip into his neck and blood wells against her lips just as it all becomes too much, and the whipcrack of ecstasy from the bite is all it takes to pitch Isla headfirst into her orgasm. Tightening around him and biting deeper, if anything, her mind is reduced to a crackle of white static, caring only for the points where their bodies meet.
// seems like the whole damn world went and lost its mind & all my childhood heroes have fallen off or died. fake tears, real living, fake tears, but the alcohol never lies //
His breath hitches, the pressure he offers as he nudges his neck against her threatening teeth, a hopeful answer to this position they’ve gotten into. And luckily for him she takes him up on it. And it’s true when he doesn’t last long, feeling her teeth sink into his neck, feeling her tighten around him as she reaches that high point of ecstasy, Sunjata’s lost in the drowning waves of his own chased pleasure.
“Fuck, fok,” he manages with a groan, lurching forward into her, hands moving along her to follow up with the waves of pleasure after as he rides out his own, pressing against her leg that’s hitched on his shoulder, a burning sensation of the wave crashing against his mind like a rubberband, bouncing back for more and more with her teeth in his neck and the taste of iron stark on his tongue.
It takes him a moment to still, chest heaving as he pulls her leg from his shoulder with a surprising tenderness, body and muscles trembling and aching with exertion and relief.
some princes don't become kings
SUNJATA
No permission needed for power play!
Feel free to use magic/force on Sunjata, without killing him <3
Sunjata speaks with an Australian accent and has a passive magic that makes him produce a subtle scent that matches exactly to whatever those around him most desire him to smell like.
She's like putty in his hands as he shifts her leg from his shoulder, kissing away the blood on his neck and relaxing her arms around him. Humming a note of satisfaction and sinking deeply into the bed, it takes a few moments for Isla to come around enough to want to speak, let alone to manage it. "I needed this," she mumbles, her fingertips following the pattern of scars on Sunjata's body.
It's an itch he's managed to scratch that she might have clawed out in more destructive ways otherwise, and although she can still feel grief dragging low in her belly, it's far away enough to ignore for the time being. Smiling lopsidedly, Isla leans up to press a gentle kiss to the Flood's lips, almost wanting to say thank you but knowing that it will only sound weird. "Do you want to get a drink?" she asks instead.
// seems like the whole damn world went and lost its mind & all my childhood heroes have fallen off or died. fake tears, real living, fake tears, but the alcohol never lies //
It takes him a few moments longer to regain his composure after everything, sinking down into the mattress, careful not to crush her as her hands follow his scars, a comfort that he hasn’t noticed he needed until now. “Me too.” He murmurs softly, lifting his gaze to look at her with a soft smile, drawing back and away from her with a hum of a sigh.
He doesn’t pull away very far, though, the chaste kiss to his swollen lips met with a soft smile of his own, the storms in his steel gaze softening to a lighter hue, tension released, stress relieved. Her question, however, has a hum of a rumbling laugh leaving him, nodding as he moves to clean them up, a smirk playing on the corners of his lips as he gets his clothes back on. “Do you have to ask?” He teases her, flashing a wink, before the both of them are clothed and ready to depart toward the VlamVloed.
- FIN <333
some princes don't become kings
SUNJATA
No permission needed for power play!
Feel free to use magic/force on Sunjata, without killing him <3
Sunjata speaks with an Australian accent and has a passive magic that makes him produce a subtle scent that matches exactly to whatever those around him most desire him to smell like.
