tell the wolves I'm home
“I try,” he muffled into her skin with another laugh; poignant rumbles across the surface of her skin. Evie would voice her concerns if his efforts weren’t lavish enough; but he’d openly extended generosity throughout his life – he’d do the same here, time after time.
The mewls and moans were enough encouragement anyway; unfurling his own carnal persuasions the moment her hands thread through his hair, deepening grumbles meant to further the notions, enticed and lured by the pleasurable link along scalp and spine and nerves. Not to leave anything undone, his free hand brushed against the otherwise unoccupied breast, following the arcs and sighs, the whimpers and contortions, tongue caressing until it began to travel further downward, towards navels and more pathways, more journeys.
He couldn’t help the next chuckle as her thighs threatened to lock over his other palm – and gods, the temptation to inveigle and unravel just as she’d done to him with all the pleasurable torments reared its avaricious notches in his mind. But, perhaps, given all that was to come, and figuring he had other plentiful opportunities, Deimos relented, curling one finger directly along her core, soft, slow, ministrations, meant to keen and temper and unwind.
The mewls and moans were enough encouragement anyway; unfurling his own carnal persuasions the moment her hands thread through his hair, deepening grumbles meant to further the notions, enticed and lured by the pleasurable link along scalp and spine and nerves. Not to leave anything undone, his free hand brushed against the otherwise unoccupied breast, following the arcs and sighs, the whimpers and contortions, tongue caressing until it began to travel further downward, towards navels and more pathways, more journeys.
He couldn’t help the next chuckle as her thighs threatened to lock over his other palm – and gods, the temptation to inveigle and unravel just as she’d done to him with all the pleasurable torments reared its avaricious notches in his mind. But, perhaps, given all that was to come, and figuring he had other plentiful opportunities, Deimos relented, curling one finger directly along her core, soft, slow, ministrations, meant to keen and temper and unwind.
the ressurected sword
