[ Every time she feels him on her she forgets everything else; every time he stops she's cruelly reawakened to the pain of not being his. He seems so large then, getting on top of her, mouth slick from all that time spent leaving his mark on her skin, from the softer curves to where it's most sensitive near the bones. She's slick too, fluid running between her legs, palms flat and fingers clawing at the ground underneath, both a comfort and a prison of the forest that's spinning her thoughts and twisting her insides.
Grabbing his hand, needy and anxious, Cellar sucks two fingers into an obedient mouth. There's a muffled whimper as they slide deep, as soft as a flicker of light, eyes shutting slowly. Saber wants them wet, so she'll get them wet — she'll suck, in and out, studying every detail with an indulgent tongue. Legs part slightly, hips moving from one side to another and arching back, seeking relief before another terrible spasm hits. ]
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Grabbing his hand, needy and anxious, Cellar sucks two fingers into an obedient mouth. There's a muffled whimper as they slide deep, as soft as a flicker of light, eyes shutting slowly. Saber wants them wet, so she'll get them wet — she'll suck, in and out, studying every detail with an indulgent tongue. Legs part slightly, hips moving from one side to another and arching back, seeking relief before another terrible spasm hits. ]