• “I am a forest, and a night of dark trees: but he who is not afraid of my darkness, will find banks full of roses under my cypresses.”
— Inspired by Greek Mythology - gone OC|MC /•/ Hades.
— Mob Leader of the Underworld /•/ Power only revealed to the supernatural.
@EnticerOfDemons — spine, kneading her all the way down to her buttocks.
Restrained was no longer on today’s agenda as I pressed her harder against my front, rewarding her in a sense.
As my mouth latched onto the crook of her neck, I kissed and sucked along of it fervidly. “Yes, /mine/.”
Following:
• Ashes to Ashes —
• Rising from Ashes (The Pheonix) —
Ashes of Eden:
ft. @Cryptoiclus, @EnticerOfDemons, and @FlourishOfWords.
I was mesmerized by the choice done on the hotel owner’s wallpaper. The intricate ways in which the scorpions were drawn on it —
@EnticerOfDemons — efforts later.
“Depends.” Tasting her with my mouth as I kissed gently along the shoulder, neck and the nape of it.
My fingers caressing, and pulling down at the dress as I watched it pool around her legs. “Depends how skillful Evelyn is.” Delightful, I stroked along her —
Solo: What Dreams May Come
Trigger: Sexually Explicit
Mentions @MindTheDeath
I hardly noticed when reality slipped away and dreamland consumed my thoughts. Was I still awake? Last I knew, I was laying in the bed of the hotel and not in a field of flowers, cushioned by a bed of >
@EnticerOfDemons — my name, quiver…” My hand roamed down her shoulder, turning her to face away. Slowly, I pressed myself against her back to allow the heat to radiate between us.
“Delicious…” I drew a sharp inhale, allowing the tension to stir like a sinful symphony. “To want you, and —
@EnticerOfDemons — sending buttons scattering all over the en-suite floor. “And those lips.” I licked mine while staring at her, amorously. “They deserve to beg, and mewl with need.”
@EnticerOfDemons — How patient she’d been as well as selfless to ruin an evening that she thought had nothing to do with her. And I thought she had nothing to do with it.
Little did we know the irony of fate.
“Those eyes deserve to roll back in pleasure.” I ripped the tie under the hem, —