oh my goddess

Flush against Sunjata, Isla relishes in the steam and the heat that feels nearly overwhelming, only belatedly realising that she's as needy for the fire now as she was adverse to it as an Ascended. With a shuddering sigh that almost wants to be laugh, she presses another kiss to his scarred cheek even as his hand guides her own to the base of one of his horns. Gripping it hard enough to tilt his head up, the Remedy finally leans in for a taste of his lips. And gods, she's as hungry for his touch as she is to explore his body, rocking her hips against him as his fingers skim along her wrist, her cheek, her breasts, before plunging beneath the water. Moaning her opinion against Sunjata's lips is hopefully enough to tell him what she thinks, because Isla isn't feeling all too eloquent any more. ISLA when it's just the two of us, only the two of us, I could die

I'm about to cause a damn ruckus

Her lips skate across his cheek again, his question aired softly, and it feels much different than before, the difference in the fact that they’re here without a room in order for her to feel this way. He relaxes immensely with the way she presses against him, greedy, and it’s been a while for Sunjata as well — wholly trapped in the heat their bodies make, the flush and the touch. She grips his horn hard enough to tilt his head, a gasp slipping from him as his body reacts in kind to the grind of her hips as well.

It’s a muffled gasp, however, as her lips collide with his and he dives in with equal greediness, tongue swiping against her lips, his hands draping down now toward her hips again, pressing down further against her backside, his length filling out with the moan she presses against his lips. “Whatever you want, tell me.” He growls when the kiss breaks and he needs air.

the flood

How you bleed when you bleed nothing?

totally sniped from odd ilu

Greed is definitely the flavour of the day, and when Isla comes back to herself (if she ever does) she'll likely tease over these next few moments in detail - though whether it's to analyse them or to simply enjoy the memory is anyone's guess. Because he's right - this isn't because of some Frey-blessed room, some magic to give her the ability to feel. This is all Sunjata, all fire in her blood and the drum of her heartbeat in her ears, and fuck if it's not addictive. Still gripping the length of one horn (innuendo intended), it's as much to hold them both at bay as it is anything else, Isla left panting and needy in the wake of their kiss. The need to breathe alone is novel enough that she relishes being able to test any and all boundaries she suddenly possesses, and so as Sunjata's hands continue to explore her curves and she feels the press of his arousal, her answer comes in a hot, simple whisper against his lips. "Touch me. Fuck me," she begs. "I want to feel you everywhere." ISLA when it's just the two of us, only the two of us, I could die

I'm about to cause a damn ruckus

A breath hitches out of him as she continues to grip his horn tightly, sending a shudder down his back, flaring his wings in the water where they sit. His hands continue their idle exploration, pausing to tease and taunt wherever he has the space to, gliding through the water with ease. He shivers again when she speaks, the begging tone to her words that spur him on even further.

He can absolutely do that.

So without much else, he pushes through the hold she has on him, diving in to press a chaste kiss to her lips, hips rocking against her as he works in tandem to try and readjust to slot them together. His lips trail along her jaw, along her neck, dragging his own teeth with the promise of his own bite lurking beneath the flare of heat within him. His hands move to wrap around the outside of her thighs, lifting one at first, pulling her closer as he grows even more greedy.

the flood

How you bleed when you bleed nothing?

totally sniped from odd ilu

Humming a note of near relief against his kiss as he starts to shift in the water, Isla lets her hand squeeze around the base of Sunjata's horn, her hips arching to encourage him on. Bracing her free arm around his shoulders, she tilts her head to the side and relishes the whisper of teeth lurking beneath the softness of his lips, before there are altogether more pressing matters at hand. It's with a satisfied moan on Isla's part that they finally come together, the Ancient's head lolling back, her lips parted in a soft O of need. "Gods," she whispers, wanting to squeeze her legs around him, wanting press a sweet kiss to his lips, wanting to sink her teeth into the line of muscle where his neck meets his shoulders. All of those urges are kept at bay - just, and for now - by the feel of Sunjata's cock inside her, Isla rolling her hips against him in a rhythm that is neither in a hurry nor suggests she wants to drag things out. Slow and deep and everything she doesn't know she's been craving, she no longer has claws to cut and slice, but her blunt fingernails will leave small crescents against his shoulders nonetheless. ISLA when it's just the two of us, only the two of us, I could die

I'm about to cause a damn ruckus

They don’t have to rush it. It’s certainly not Sunjata’s plan to press through this swiftly — not like he might have were she still Ascended. But it was different, given that she could feel every sensation, just as greedy and warm and needy as he is, so much so that his teeth ghost along her neck as a hot breath leaves him in a growled moan as he finally slips inside her. It’s an even pace she picks and he’s content to oblige, his hand drifting from her thigh now toward her hip again, helping to press her down and lift her up so she doesn’t tire herself out.

It’s at this point Sunjata can’t help but to bite down on the smooth skin beneath his lips, letting another vibrating moan drift from him against her as he rocks his hips into her again, staking a small claim before he pulls back from her neck, his wings moving to shroud them in a small amount of darkness (but to supply the help needed at her back so his hands can be free to move elsewhere). And that’s what he does, his wings at her back helping to lift and his hands moving to cup her face before they drift down to her breasts, rocking with her as he teases at her nipples, trying to draw as much of that touch sensation out of her. And with hooded steel, he watches, waits for her reaction.

the flood

How you bleed when you bleed nothing?

totally sniped from odd ilu

Sunjata won't be disappointed. Even without taking the obvious into account - that she's overwhelmed and overstimulated and utterly on fire at every flick of his tongue or nip of his teeth - it's been a long time for Isla, and being able to feel still seems like a privilege that might be snatched away from her at any moment. The pleasure-pain of the claim he leaves against her neck draws a encouraging moan from her lips, her breath stolen with each driving thrust of his hips. She wants to boast bruises in the shape of his handprints, wants to be marked by teeth and claws, and as his fingers sweep beneath her breasts and tease against her nipples, she finds herself leaning back further into the cage of his wings. Red cheeked and grasping for anything to keep her grounded, Isla's fingers finally slip away from his horns to press against his chest, using the leverage of their bodies to increase the pace of her hips. "I want you," she whispers. "Harder." ISLA when it's just the two of us, only the two of us, I could die

I'm about to cause a damn ruckus

There’s a careful line on the sand for Sunjata, between wanting to let her fully experience each and every touch, and the one where the more primal part of him (egged on by the dragon shift he half bears) wants to claim and mark and drown in her. It’s a two part that shifts heavier into his primal senses as her hands press against his chest and her hips rock against his own thrusts, driving himself deeper and deeper into her with each passing second.

But still, they could do better, and it’s with a crooked smirk that greets Isla as he cocks his horned head, slowing the pace until she’s the only one moving for the moment as he speaks. “Harder, hmm?” He asks, though he’s certainly heard her, taking the moment to wrap his arms around her and hoist her up, spinning them to where he rests her against the smooth, hot rock at the edge, using his height as an advantage here to stand fully to meet her, adjusting her legs where he has more room to fully move to meet her.

His wings tuck under her to give her a smooth base to lay against, Sunjata half hovering as he works to line them back up, only parted a short amount of time before he thrusts back into her harder with a growled and breathy “fuck, you feel good Isla,” leaving his lips.

the flood

How you bleed when you bleed nothing?

totally sniped from odd ilu

He slows the rocking of his hips and Isla surprises herself with the intensity of her need for more, the Ancient baring her fangs at the Flood's audacity and teasing. About to respond with a well-placed did I stutter, it's at that moment that Sunjata lifts her bodily out of the water, and the ease with which he manhandles her is more of a turn on than it has any right to be. Dazed and flushed and already missing the heat that scorches between their bodies, Sunjata doesn't make her wait long at least, her legs hooking around his waist as he enters her a second time. Cocooned by his wings and feeling, at last, like she can be well and truly fucked, the Remedy moans out her appreciation and reaches up to gently grasp his jaw, leaning in for a hasty kiss. "You're one to talk," she breathes, already rocking her hips against him. "I love the feel of your cock." ISLA when it's just the two of us, only the two of us, I could die

I'm about to cause a damn ruckus

It does offer him more of a handle over everything with how he’s able to stand, drops of water falling off his skin, running down his wings in paved paths. It’s spurred on the second he enters her again, her moan sends a shiver down his spine as her legs wrap around his waist, and now there’s little movement to separate him, keeping him driving deeper into her as he picks a more rapid pace, breath panting as she cups his jaw.

A deep rumble of a laugh slips from him, that burning in his gut growing more overbearing with her words, his cock twitching within her as he hears her words. He can’t help but to give her a chaste kiss in return, one hand propping him up while the other returns to her breast. “Good, you look like you do.” He drawls playfully, leaning down to break the space again and nip at her neck a brief second before he dives in for a claiming bite on her neck.

the flood

How you bleed when you bleed nothing?

totally sniped from odd ilu

Tilting her head back to give him full access to the soft, pale column of her neck, Isla's lips part in a silent cry of pleasure to feel teeth and lips and the driving thrust of his cock within her. Pinned by his body as well as by the wings that cradle against her back, there's barely any space between them, but Isla takes advantage of what little there is to let one hand sneak down between her legs. "Fuck," she hisses, the stroke of her clit and the bruising pace of his attentions doing everything and more to drag her towards the brink of orgasm. She doesn't have any witty remarks for him this time, the medic only able to utter a quick, "You're gonna make me--" before he thrusts against her so deeply that it throws her over the edge and then some. Isla isn't sure if she calls out Sunjata's name or if it's just a raw cry of pleasure, but either way she isn't quiet about it, rolling her hips hard against him as if to prolong the ecstasy of the moment for just a little longer. If time could slow down and she could drown in this moment forever, she thinks she'd just about be able to manage it. ISLA when it's just the two of us, only the two of us, I could die

I'm about to cause a damn ruckus

The bite is bruising, and he’s helplessly lost in the feel of her around him, breaking the bite to place a tender kiss over the reddened skin, almost as if in apology. But it doesn’t last long because she drives herself over the edge, and hopelessly taking him with as she rocks her hips harder against him and he feels the result of her orgasm alongside the sound that leaves her, he isn’t thinking and it’s impossible for him to part from her now, diving in against her chest to chest as he feels that tether within him break, too.

It’s accompanied by a rough hiss of a groan from himself, pressing against her harder as his kind statics out and he pants, propping himself on his elbows as he rocks with her through the aftershocks, unable to think of anything to say as his mind dazes out and he can’t do anything but to try and catch his breath, muscles trembling in small tremors that flit through the wings beneath her.

the flood

How you bleed when you bleed nothing?

totally sniped from odd ilu

It's been a long, long time since Isla's mind has been so silent, since her lungs have burned and her body has been so in tune with the one blanketing her own. She keeps waiting to go numb again, as is usually the case once they cross this threshold, but instead there's just the quiet panting of their breath, the haze of steam from the hotsprings and the thunder of her own heartbeat in her ears. And it's almost enough to have her eyes stinging - something that luckily doesn't happen, because gods she doesn't want to do that to Sunjata. He isn't the only one at a loss for words, but Isla has felt comfortable in the Flood's presence, quiet or otherwise, for a long time before now. Gently and carefully she lets herself relax against the stone, her legs still hooked loosely around him, her hands coming up to glide through the salt and pepper of his hair. Cupping his cheeks, she draws him down into a slow, soft kiss, one that's completely at odds with everything that just took place and the marks it will leave on her skin. "Are you alright?" she asks eventually, despite being the one infinitely more likely to wake up with bruises tomorrow. ISLA when it's just the two of us, only the two of us, I could die

I'm about to cause a damn ruckus

Everything starts to settle and the heat starts to draw away from him, his senses coming back slowly as her hand lifts up to stroke through his hair, his own threading through the golden strands of her own as he finally is able to catch his breath for the most part. He moves slightly, nostrils flaring as they move together again and the over stimulation has him shuddering before he can separate them completely.

Her tender kiss, however, is a balm in the face of it, surprised with himself for how it works so well. He gives in, prolonging it until his lungs burn again and her question has his brows pinching slightly, before the scarred one rises. “Yeah, you?” He asks, folding his wings back, moving to pick her up to bring her back into the water with him, to hold her against his chest as his finger drifts by the marks on her neck.

the flood

How you bleed when you bleed nothing?

totally sniped from odd ilu