[ Again, as sweet and intoxicating on her lips as honey, permission for him to meet her on that separated plane upon which she exists. It's almost a baptism, slivers of moonlight blooming on her skin, haloing her blue hair as though they were both once again suspended in the water.
The world narrows, the way it always does when he's with her, winnowing down to the pale canvas of her lithe body, bowed prettily above him as though she were the moon (with him, the darkness, filling out her shadow). The soft sweep of her hand guides his attention to the part of her legs, a telltale ember sparking in his gut as he watches his cock glide in and out of her, the way she's stretched around him visible in flashes past the lattice of her deft fingers.
He wants to taste her, to kneel at her feet and lick into her cunt, sweet and warm, more of a home than he's had anywhere else. He wants her on her back, to see how well she takes him, to watch her lips form a pink circle around his cock β though even the most minute thought of claiming sends a spike of dizziness through him, moaning in re-acceptance of his role here as her prey, to be devoured for her pleasure. ]
You feelβ [ he rocks up into her, desperate to please her, to stay close, so close ] βmore, I needβ
[ His breaths stutter. ]
Jinx, I'm going toβ
[ And this time, his, ] Please, [ is a question, his features twisting in pleasure (pain) and the sheer effort of keeping himself in check, hovering before one final line they have left to cross. ]
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The world narrows, the way it always does when he's with her, winnowing down to the pale canvas of her lithe body, bowed prettily above him as though she were the moon (with him, the darkness, filling out her shadow). The soft sweep of her hand guides his attention to the part of her legs, a telltale ember sparking in his gut as he watches his cock glide in and out of her, the way she's stretched around him visible in flashes past the lattice of her deft fingers.
He wants to taste her, to kneel at her feet and lick into her cunt, sweet and warm, more of a home than he's had anywhere else. He wants her on her back, to see how well she takes him, to watch her lips form a pink circle around his cock β though even the most minute thought of claiming sends a spike of dizziness through him, moaning in re-acceptance of his role here as her prey, to be devoured for her pleasure. ]
You feelβ [ he rocks up into her, desperate to please her, to stay close, so close ] βmore, I needβ
[ His breaths stutter. ]
Jinx, I'm going toβ
[ And this time, his, ] Please, [ is a question, his features twisting in pleasure (pain) and the sheer effort of keeping himself in check, hovering before one final line they have left to cross. ]