[ She tastes just as sweet as before, sparkling magic shivering and electric on his tongue and down his throat in counterpoint to the curse inked on her skin. Here, he thinks, is her true self, untouched by her queen's cruelty -- perfect and bright as sunshine. Like champagne, she fizzes into his mouth, swallows of blood lighting him from within. He can taste her love in it, her devotion to him, her memories and thoughts and being, drowning in her with every throb and thrust, as if for a few pure moments they've become the same person --
He groans against her neck, drinking, rocking with her to slide into her body and back again, feeling her wet and willing and open to him. Without hesitation, he gives the feeling back again, pouring his own pleasure into her mind and body, letting her experience it as a heightening of her own responsiveness.
Still moving, he pulls himself off of her neck with a gasp, licking blood from his fangs -- not sated, but wanting to lean in and kiss those words from her lips, coppery and tasting of her. Then, after, pressing his brow to hers as he fucks her in languid rolls of his hips, body throbbing with the blood he's taken from her. ]
Eternity. [ For she has it, the immortality in her blood and magic, given the curse of forever along with the gifts of her people. He doesn't need to kill her to imagine her at his side.
He groans softly, chasing the edge of release as it builds inside him, letting it flow into Lauralae through their connection. Moving faster, faster. Again, pressed to her lips: ]
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He groans against her neck, drinking, rocking with her to slide into her body and back again, feeling her wet and willing and open to him. Without hesitation, he gives the feeling back again, pouring his own pleasure into her mind and body, letting her experience it as a heightening of her own responsiveness.
Still moving, he pulls himself off of her neck with a gasp, licking blood from his fangs -- not sated, but wanting to lean in and kiss those words from her lips, coppery and tasting of her. Then, after, pressing his brow to hers as he fucks her in languid rolls of his hips, body throbbing with the blood he's taken from her. ]
Eternity. [ For she has it, the immortality in her blood and magic, given the curse of forever along with the gifts of her people. He doesn't need to kill her to imagine her at his side.
He groans softly, chasing the edge of release as it builds inside him, letting it flow into Lauralae through their connection. Moving faster, faster. Again, pressed to her lips: ]
Eternity, eternity.