oh baby, I have not been kind
I wish I could scrape away the dirt that's on my mind
Beqanna
Assailant -- Year 226
"But the dream, the echo, slips from him as quickly as he had found it and as consciousness comes to him (a slap and not the gentle waves of oceanic tides), it dissolves entirely. His muscles relax as the cold claims him again, as the numbness sets in, and when his grey eyes open, there’s nothing but the faint after burn of a dream often trod and never remembered." --Brigade, written by Laura
[mature] Kali;
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12-24-2018, 12:03 AM
kharon oh baby, I have not been kind I wish I could scrape away the dirt that's on my mind
12-24-2018, 12:28 AM
Khari tucked her closer to him, and she curled up against him, wiping her tears against his mane. Really? she asked, sniffling and trying to pull herself together. His lips brushed her cheek, her jaw, his wing stroking her skin and sending a shiver racing through her. The way only he did. Her face flushed again as his voice deepened in her mind, made her breath come shallow and heavy. Do you want to, though? she asked, her eyes just starting to haze, lashes drifting lower as she looked up at him. Only if you want to too. Mmm, but his lips pressing against the soft skin beside her ear drew a startled little gasp from hers as they fell open, as she pressed herself closer. “You want me to touch you, Kali?” Ohhh, his breath in her ear made her heart race, and his words sent a jolt of electricity through her, making her skin ache for him. She nodded, breathless already, her body slowly waking for him. She met his perfect silver eyes, searched them, needing to know it was what he wanted too, not just for her. God, that smile, she couldn’t help but answer it with one of her own, meet him with the softest brush of her lips against his as he leaned in. “Tell me, Kali,” he demanded, coaxed, crooned, and how could she do anything but? “I wanna hear you.” Just like she wanted to hear him, loved the way his voice washed over her and made her feel safe, made her feel loved. It had been so long since she’d tried, but for him? Okay, she thought, brushing her lips against his again. “Please, Khari,” she said softly, her voice cracking a little from disuse. “Touch me.” If...if you want to. Not just because she needed it. Needed him.
12-24-2018, 12:39 PM
kharon oh baby, I have not been kind I wish I could scrape away the dirt that's on my mind
12-24-2018, 02:04 PM
Ohhh that soft crooning sound of encouragement made her heart race, kindled warmth in her belly that made her abdomen tighten in response, made her back arch and her eyes widen. “Ohhh…” His soft little kisses made her body start to come alive, sharpened her focus to him, the gorgeous curve of his neck, the line of his cheek, the shape of his eyes, the way his hair fell and framed his handsome face so perfectly. Her Khari. God, his answering groan was everything. Did her voice really have that much of an effect on him? Did she? Ohhh, and the heat sparking in his eyes made her gasp softly again, a spark catching fire lowww in her belly, making her ache between her legs and blush right back at him. “Khari?” she asked, and it came out a soft little moan as he eased her down and kissed her neck. “Mmh…” She followed his lead, lying back, letting her head angle away just enough to bare more of her neck for his kisses. This. God, this was what she’d been missing, this feeling of her whole body being awake and alive and electrified, this spark in her belly, that look of hunger in silver eyes that saw all of her. “Me too,” she answered, nodding and reaching to touch her lips to his again, kiss him softly even though her lips ached for much more. For one of those kisses he'd given her before, when they were out on the water, or out by the river, the ones that made her whole body sing. She’d missed him, missed them, so damn much, even if she'd been too shattered to realize it. Not anymore. “More?” she asked, voice still soft and breathy with need as she arched up into his touch, begging him to go on, to show her more like he'd promised. “Don’t stop.” Please.
02-12-2019, 03:59 AM
God, his kisses left fire in their wake, her skin burning so deliciously everywhere he touched, everywhere his lips pressed against her. She squirmed beneath him, a new restlessness waking in her body, making her press herself against him and beg for more. She needed more of his touch, more of his skin on hers, more of him, mmh, he should never stop touching her! And then he kissed her, really kissed her, and she went up in flames. A soft, needy little whimper, and she kissed him back, devouring his mouth, learning as she tasted him, as her tongue swept out and tasted his, as heat pulsed through her. Oh! She’d almost forgotten what it felt like when he touched her, those first tastes of ecstasy driven away by all the pain and the horror that had silenced her for so long. But now. God, now she remembered, and it felt so much bigger, hotter, sharper, so much more intense as it swept through her again. “Khari!” she gasped as his lips broke away from hers to drag down her neck. “Oh!” Need, fierce and hot, burned through her, making her arch into his kiss, making her hips shift as that restlessness spread. God, she wanted more, and soft, panting, wordless little pleas accompanied every kiss he planted against her neck. Khari! Ohhh, please! She wasn’t sure what she was begging him for, other than to please god keep touching her, but even those hungry kisses and touches weren’t quite enough, just made her more desperate, made need sharper and stronger as it settled between her legs and turned to aching. God, she groaned, biting her lip and rocking up against him, squirming and trying to find a way to satisfy this new hunger that was consuming her. |
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