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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Flora's legs reluctantly part to allow for one of Jack's hands to slide her underwear aside, and if the good captain didn't have her thoughts to rely upon, the ready wetness he'll encounter in addition to her furtive huffs of need would erase any doubts he might have about whether or not she wanted this.
Exhaling as he fills her, Flora's hands become claw-shaped as one of them tugs into Jack's hair the other impatiently grasps at his upper back. "Gods, don't you dare make this like last time-" She pants against his ear. Last time, her first time, had been appropriately measured on Jack's part, full of careful kisses at first and movements based more on expectation than on desire. "I want to be fucked." She emphasizes, though had she known of his abilities she'd have saved her breath; already her mind was imagining the slap of skin against skin, the rolling thud of his hips, and the ache she was sure she'd feel from the quiet violence of what she was asking for.
"I can appreciate a woman who knows what the fuck she wants," Jack growls with a wolfish smile against her throat, and already the hand getting its fill of her curves slips beneath her lower back, angling her hips up to meet his every thrust. And with the pictures she's painting in his mind to guide him, it's safe to say that Jack barely even has to think about complying with her needs.
With a snap of his hips, he uses the weight of his own body to angle her further up against him, almost on his knees as he lets carnal need take over. And its with blue eyes drinking in the way she's splayed out in the sand (and yet only partially seeing her at all) that he surrenders to good old fashioned fucking, wondering if he can have Flora serenading into the night before it's over.
you are a quiet god and your hunger is cavernous
Jack being an Abandoned is common knowledge these days, however his Telepathy remains a well-kept secret:
Magic: Passive Telepathy | The user can read the surface thoughts and emotions of those within a 30ft radius. Control is excellent. Note: "Thoughts and emotions" include anything written in a character's narration in a post.
Type: Grey | Rank: Mastered
Also branded with a small star tattoo beneath his left eye.
Though Flora's endeavour with Paige had been passionate and intense, neither girl was particularly experienced. So it was that nothing in Flora's imaginings would have prepared her for the way Jack was able to shift and guide her into a posture of utter weightless ecstasy. Sighing out her surprise in a needy and music moan, Flora released her hold of the captain and stretched a hand over her head to try and anchor herself against something. Of course there was naught but sand beneath her such that she was entirely beholden to Jack's rhythm and speed.
With the lower portion of her dress crumpled around her waist and her underwear unceremoniously pressed against one thigh, Flora felt every bit the part of what a peeping tom might expect to see on a wander past the brothel, and gods if she didn't love it. She hoped someone walked by. She hoped they'd recognize her, and in so hoping she felt herself arching her back to the point of pain if only so that she might appear all the more entrancing in the dark.
For Jack's benefit, her own, or the shadowy audience she imagined just outside of the throws of firelight, Flora placed two fingers in her mouth, before letting her hand drop between her thighs. "Harder," She whispered up to Jack, reciting this expected line like any good starlet would.
Hissing in a breath through his teeth, Flora's wish is Jack's command. And gods, even better than the image of her - and that is absolutely nothing to sniff at, might he add - is the way she sees herself in this scenario. A painting as bold and vivid as any Longheat day, the captain loses himself in the what-ifs, the let-them-sees, all complemented by a body painted gold and amber by the firelight.
Harder has his hips aching deliciously and a brutish fire kindling low in his belly, though of course Jack is mostly interested in Flora's mounting orgasm. So it is that, while his pace is bruising and hard, he still matches himself to the rhythm of the pleasure she's drawing from her own body.
you are a quiet god and your hunger is cavernous
Jack being an Abandoned is common knowledge these days, however his Telepathy remains a well-kept secret:
Magic: Passive Telepathy | The user can read the surface thoughts and emotions of those within a 30ft radius. Control is excellent. Note: "Thoughts and emotions" include anything written in a character's narration in a post.
Type: Grey | Rank: Mastered
Also branded with a small star tattoo beneath his left eye.
Harder is perhaps not what she meant if only because, isolated from everything else, the rhythm of Jack's thrusts did hurt. Perhaps in time Flora would grow to be somewhat masochistic, but as it was now, she was not. Now, that said, Jack's thrusts were not in isolation, such that whatever bubbles of pain were popped with each movement were entirely overshadowed by how Flora believed this was all being received.
Behind them she imagined couples halted in surprise, watching with sly eyes. She imagined nipples growing hard and wandering fingers pawing at tenting-trousers. She imagined whispered conversations of "When we get home I'll fuck you like that", or "Frey, look at those fucking tits. She imagined women wanting to be her and men wanting to be Jack. She imagined them all growing hard and wet, their bodies made tense by jealousy.
"NNn, I'm going to cum," Flora sang into the night, for the benefit of the audience first and Jack second. "Gods Jack--" Just in case someone was left questioning just who it was with her cock buried between the Kaliesin girl's thighs. "--more!" Letting her words become inarticulate moans, Flora hand swirled frantic circles on her clit as her orgasm burned up the back of her calves and exploded outwards from the core of her.
One whisper of hurt would usually be enough for the captain to readjust, because there's nothing like unexpected pain to kill the libido. But Flora is gone, drowning in the show she's putting on for everyone else, and the bruises she'll have to show from his grip on her ass and thighs will be a good enough souvenir, he thinks.
The deep ache in the back of his legs from the exertions adds pleasure on top of pleasure - Jack can be himself, he can be Flora, he can be each and every imagined audience member fondling each other in the dark, and gods if it's not the sort of display that would make a madame blush. Flora cums and he isn't far behind; the ecstasy shattering through her is more than enough to tip him over the edge--
And then literally over as well, the captain catching himself before he can collapse atop the Kaliesin girl, but only just. Half buried in the sand and entirely buried in Flora, he's left panting against the side of her neck, mind whiting out and consumed with her thoughts, body as warm and pliable as it's ever going to be, especially for a man who peels away at the first signs of intimacy.
"Fuck," he says, because forgive his lack of elocution, it's still a good descriptor for what they've done.
you are a quiet god and your hunger is cavernous
Jack being an Abandoned is common knowledge these days, however his Telepathy remains a well-kept secret:
Magic: Passive Telepathy | The user can read the surface thoughts and emotions of those within a 30ft radius. Control is excellent. Note: "Thoughts and emotions" include anything written in a character's narration in a post.
Type: Grey | Rank: Mastered
Also branded with a small star tattoo beneath his left eye.
03-02-2023, 08:29 PM (This post was last modified: 03-02-2023, 08:29 PM by Flora.)
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Flora's orgasm is made buoyant by the mental applause she hears, and it's made all the more real by the way her eardrums ring. Though Jack is on top of her suddenly, blocking her body from view, she thinks the fact that she has rendered the captain so wonderfully boneless and exhausted will play well with the critics who no doubt will share their opinions come sunrise.
As comfortable on the hard shoreline as she'd ever been in a featherbed, Flora resists the urge to scatter sweet kisses up the side of Jack's face, or to caress his back with featherlight touches. She'd wanted a fuck and that was precisely what she'd gotten, and from the sounds of it, Jack had enjoyed himself as well. She didn't owe him any lingering sweetness and besides, that wasn't what her viewers had come to see.
"Mmmmm." She hums, breathlessly, sounding infinitely smug and satisfied. "Now pull out and hand me the bottle, won't you?"
Cue the standing ovation; her second big O of the night.
