From Attuned to Ascended to Ancient, Kiada Njovu-Reyes has been reborn several times throughout her short life, but her fighting spirit has never once been diminished. With beauty, grace and a quick wit, Kiada is the whole package wrapped in an infectious smile. Recent endeavours have found her in the heart of the Hollowed Grounds, aiding the region and bettering it for her new Ancient kin, and whatever she does next, we know it's sure to pack a punch.
Congratulations, Kiada!
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Court of the Fallen was created in October of 2018 by Odd, Honey, and Crooked.
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hellos, goodbyes, a thousand midnights lost in sleepless lullabies
A smirk presses into her throat as her curse reaches his ears. He withdraws slightly, right about the time that she arches against him, and Sunjata leans back with a quiet grumble of a purr from himself as she rocks against him. It only drives him more wild, something almost feral and playful lighting his steel gaze. He does lift her dress up further, until he can slip it around her head, not wanting to lose the hold he has on her arms.
And once he’s done that, one hand lifts to finish unbuttoning his shirt, unable to fully shrug out of it from the wings as well, so he leaves it fully unbuttoned, scars and tattoos on as full of a display as he can without losing his shirt entirely. And while he does this, his free hand curves around her breasts, settling on one that he can tease her nipple with.
Then, the hand that unbuttoned his shirt drops to his pants, snaking out the belt settled there, watching her all the while to see what else she might pull while he absolutely takes his time.
the flood
heaven's dreaming thoughtless thoughts, my friends, we know we'll be ghosts again
totally sniped from odd ilu
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.
With eyes that almost seem molten blue in the play of the firelight and the shadows of the loft, Isla watches Sunjata right back, even as her teeth clench around a gasp to feel his hands skate across her bare breasts. It's with something hungry and predatory that her gaze flickers towards his waist, yes, but at the same time she's pleading and impatient, urging him to hurry up without ever saying as much.
As for what she might pull, there's limited shenanigans she can get away with like this, but it won't stop her from trying. Her fingers seek out as much of the soft, downy feathers of Sunjata's wings as they can, her legs unhooking from around his hips to splay open for him, as if daring him to keep taking his time.
passing by, you light up my darkest skies you take only seconds to draw me in
hellos, goodbyes, a thousand midnights lost in sleepless lullabies
It’s certainly a siren song, the way she toys with his wings and the feathers soft beneath her fingertips, with the way the tension around his waist falls away as she opens herself up for him more. And damn it, it really goes to his head. One hand continues to work at his pants, unbuttoning, making a show of the relief that spreads across his face without the tension and pressure of his pants pressing against him. He practically shivers with it, shoulders relaxing slightly.
His hand abandons her chest in favor to drift down her stomach, realizing something belatedly, leaning over her to grab something beneath his wing at the nightstand. He withdraws, returning his attention half to devouring the sight before him and half to the attempt at putting the protection on. “Gods, look at you.” It’s a rumbling growl of approval, before he’s ready and tugging at the last bit of clothing around her hips. “Do you care about these?” He asks, lifting his gaze to her as his hand partially shifts into sharp talons, as if his thought process is clear.
the flood
heaven's dreaming thoughtless thoughts, my friends, we know we'll be ghosts again
totally sniped from odd ilu
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.
It's an unexpected show, and one that Isla finds herself savouring despite herself; the way the light falls across Sunjata's body, muscled and scarred and struck through with ink; the way it bathes half of his expression in shadow, somehow making it feel more than when he finally releases himself from the confines of his clothes. He shifts to lean over her, close enough to hear the shivery outrage in her inhale of breath when the expected satisfaction from it isn't there, though as she realises what he's up to, perhaps there's a hint of reluctant acceptance in her eyes.
With her fingertips plunged into as much of the feathery down that's available to her, she does manage a lopsided smirk at his remark. "You should see yourself," she purrs, her head tilting ever so slightly towards the underwear he's considering ruining. "Only if you do." She grins.
passing by, you light up my darkest skies you take only seconds to draw me in
hellos, goodbyes, a thousand midnights lost in sleepless lullabies
He settles, finally using his brain for once, when he focuses on her more wholly, the talon lowering to loop through her panties, smirking down at her as she confirms what he wants to do. “Perfect.” Comes the purr again, the slicing of the talon through fabric, shredding the edge of her panties before making quick work of the rest of it.
Of course, he’s still teasing, even at his own expense, exhaling a quiet shuddering sigh as he focuses on her, leaning over her to run the smoother edge of the talon along her neck as his other hand finds the bud of her clit, rubbing smooth circles against her, still tempting her to see what she does, whether she’d ask or fight against the wings that only pin her haphazardly now, very intentionally leaving an opening for her to take should she wish it.
the flood
heaven's dreaming thoughtless thoughts, my friends, we know we'll be ghosts again
totally sniped from odd ilu
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.
No you, is what Isla wants to snark back at him at the word that slips from his lips, but even that (very basic) level of wit escapes her at the feel of talons snicking through fabric. Exhaling a breath she doesn't realise she's been holding, again Sunjata subverts her expectations, and although she can absolutely appreciate the cool press of a talon against her throat, though his presence between her legs is frustratingly absent.
Her lips part to moan out a plea or a threat - she doesn't know which yet - when finally his fingers find her clit, and it's with a cry of both surprise and relief that she rocks her hips helplessly against him. Now, once upon a time (even a short few minutes ago) Isla might have continued to play the part of wanton maiden very well, but to say Sunjata has eroded her patience is an understatement.
And at the first hint of escape, the predator in her bones absolutely takes the chance. Still, the result might be a surprise for them both, because although Isla pulls both hands free of the Flood's wings in a quick, fluid motion, there's nothing haphazard or wild in her movements. One arm loops around his neck, drawing him down into a kiss that's as slow and as passionate as any between two lovers; the other slips between them to try and grasp his cock, guiding him against her.
passing by, you light up my darkest skies you take only seconds to draw me in
hellos, goodbyes, a thousand midnights lost in sleepless lullabies
It works wonders, really, the intentional slip in an attempt to see just how wild he’s gotten her to become. Of course, he is somewhat content with the moans that leave her as he continues to toy with her, but the grip is lost the second that her arms are free, tugging him down to meet her in a deep kiss, one with so much pressure and greed it’s surprising Sunjata’s teeth don’t clack against hers as he grunts a sound of approval as she finds his cock.
His body aches for her, wings now mostly used for balance, he presses in against her with her guidance, slipping inside of her with ease with how much she wants him. It’s half a balm and half ego boosting, content to keep his hand at her clit to toy, driving himself into her until he’s fully pressed in with a muffled moan poured into her mouth. He stays still for a second, gathering his bearings at the feel of her, before he starts to rock his hips.
the flood
heaven's dreaming thoughtless thoughts, my friends, we know we'll be ghosts again
totally sniped from odd ilu
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 more than ready for him, tight and wet and moaning back into his mouth as he finally fills her, and with the amount of teasing she's surprised they're both as restrained as they are. There's a breath or two where they can just be, and Isla is more than content to leave Sunjata to pleasure her; in the meantime, her free hand comes up to tease across the underside of his feathery wings.
Nipping at his lower lip with a tenderness that surprises herself, it doesn't make her words any less filthy as she whispers to him. "Fuck me," she murmurs against the shell of Sunjata's ear, interrupted by her own gasp of pleasure as he begins to thrust into her. "Hard, and fast. Gods, I want to feel you cum."
passing by, you light up my darkest skies you take only seconds to draw me in
hellos, goodbyes, a thousand midnights lost in sleepless lullabies
Her moans are easily devoured all the same as he fills her, a shiver racing down his spine, puffing out the feathers on his wings that are shortly smoothed out by the hands that tease along the inside of them. It causes that deep ache to grow, a slight gasp slipping from him as he readjusts to get better purchase on the bed and on her all the same, one hand moving to the outside of her thigh, pressing in perfectly into those previous marks left behind, adjusting her leg to give her exactly what she’s begging for.
Her breath heats the shell of his ear and Sunjata’s sure she could likely feel the feline smirk that blooms across his face despite the slight panting already from the teasing and the restraint. “Oh, you will.” He manages the purr, tense halfway through as he gets into a better position, splaying her leg enough that he can drive himself deep into her. He has no doubt that she’ll draw him up and over that edge, it’s just a matter of whether or not he can get her to crash over it first.
So he tries, desperately, relishing the feel of her aired in the groans that escape his throat, his pace picked at an almost relentless speed, driving into her as deep as she’ll allow.
the flood
heaven's dreaming thoughtless thoughts, my friends, we know we'll be ghosts again
totally sniped from odd ilu
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 can feel more than just his smirk, Isla's head tipping back and her lips falling open in a silent cry of bliss to fully submit to the bruising pace of his attentions. With fingers flinching against soft feathers and the weight of Sunjata all over her, it's absolutely exactly what she's asked for. "Fuck, right there--" she moans, her hips rolling against him to meet his every thrust, able to feel the beginnings of her climax start to coil tight at her core.
Relentless is absolutely the right word for it, too, Isla carried away by the snap of Sunjata's hips, by greedy hands and possessive teeth. There's no pause for breath, no time for sweet nothings (or wicked words either, for that matter), the Ancient dragged to the brink of orgasm almost by force - not that she's complaining. "Gods, Sunny--!"
Later she'll wonder if she's remembering things correctly - she recalls him signing off a letter using that moniker once, perhaps, but it's never a name she's called him out loud. For now, though, it's with a mind fully whiting out and a body oversensitive to the burst of ecstasy that she lets herself happily drown in the Flood.
passing by, you light up my darkest skies you take only seconds to draw me in
hellos, goodbyes, a thousand midnights lost in sleepless lullabies
The pace is still relentless, her guiding him with the tilt of her hips as they meet in the middle, sharp growls leave him in response to the moan she airs, their sounds pairing with the very same from the floor below. He remains driving into the same spot, hard and fast, muscles tight and little tremors flexing down his wings with the grip she holds.
He doesn’t expect her to use the nickname he keeps reserved for the few and far between — the few that, when he can think about it later, are dead. It sends a shiver down his spine, just as her climax overcomes her, tightening down on his length in waves that drive him toward the edge, easily following her with a possessive hold on her body with both his hands and teeth nipping at her neck.
It’s only then that he slows, sweat and spent exhaustion clinging to him as does his open buttoned shirt, riding out the waves of pleasure with her as his mind blanks out.
the flood
heaven's dreaming thoughtless thoughts, my friends, we know we'll be ghosts again
totally sniped from odd ilu
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.
For a passing few moments the only sound Isla registers is the pant of their combined breath and the thunder of her heart in her ears, the Remedy's fingers affectionately slipping up and through the back of Sunjata's hair as she waits for sense to return. And when it does it's a slow and languid thing, Isla's free hand carefully smoothing out the ruffled feathers of the Flood's wings, her head tilting forward a fraction as if she might rest her cheek against the side of his neck to feel the throb of his pulse.
"Stay," she hears herself saying, clearly meaning their immediate positions; there's something about being so completely blanketed by Sunjata that ticks all the right boxes, and she's loathe to give it up right away. And so instead Isla busies herself in leaving a mark of her own against his throat, humming a note of deep satisfaction despite the bone deep ache in her hips.
passing by, you light up my darkest skies you take only seconds to draw me in
hellos, goodbyes, a thousand midnights lost in sleepless lullabies
Her hands run through his hair, along his trembling wings. He slows to nearly a stop when he hears her words, wings flaring until they droop slightly, as if he’s become some kind of fallen angel, blanketed across her. His hand smooths along the skin of her thigh, drifting up to run through sweat dried golden strands, humming light against the mark she leaves against her throat. “Where would I go?” He asks softly, a touch playfully, from his hoarse accented throat.
He obliges her, though, not moving an inch away from her as he drapes his weight across her, the side of his head pressing against her skin lightly, letting the tension in his muscles leak out, remaining exactly as he had been a few moments prior with her, content to remain there for as long as she’d like.
the flood
heaven's dreaming thoughtless thoughts, my friends, we know we'll be ghosts again
totally sniped from odd ilu
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.
"I don't know - you might have had an important meeting or something," Isla protests softly, humming the words out against his throat. Punctuating the bruise she leaves there with a gentle kiss, the Remedy also takes the opportunity to (finally, it feels) relax, sinking into the bed with Sunjata's weight draped across her, his wings warm and soft as they flex against her bare skin.
It's something the Flood will undoubtedly need to get used to, the way Isla's a moth to a heat source these days, but as a self-confessed furnace, he shouldn't find her wandering around at night, at least. "Guarded," she mumbles after a few moments, her head tilting to rest against his own. "That was the word. You're not intimidating, you just keep your walls up. Not that I can blame you."
passing by, you light up my darkest skies you take only seconds to draw me in
