JACK
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.
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
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.
