Ciri
This time is different. There is no pain, only pleasure. To be covered in him, consumed by him. There is nothing else like it. Unable to keep the breathy moans that slip from her smiling lips. Not afraid to vocally display the way he is making her feel. There is an aching at her core that grows and grows as he pulls her into him. As his lips place enticing kisses along her backside, as she spreads herself further to take him completely. Each rhythmic movement bringing her closer and closer to paradise. And when it does happen (that moment when a warmth rises like a tidal wave, flooding her entire body, and she cries out loud with unexpected pleasure) she submits to him completely. Trembling like a newborn fawn on shaking legs, tingling all over as her sides heave with effort.
There are tears in her starry eyes, overwhelmed by the intensity of what she is feeling. Purple blossoms are tangled in the damp raven strands of her mane, pressed against her slick dark skin as she folds into his embrace. Utterly content. ”Moon of my life.” She murmurs with a wavering voice, needing to curl against him and lovingly stroking beneath his jaw. Never realizing how strongly she could feel for someone, that she could ever be capable of such affection. ”My Moon, my King.” She croons softly, huskily. Tucking her head beneath his as her heart continues to beat wildly against her chest.
In this moment, everything is perfect.
In this moment, she is complete.
all of time and space, everywhere and anywhere, every star that ever was
@[Amet]