JACK
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.
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
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.
