07-15-2021, 07:27 PM
a little white light in a
sea gone black
sea gone black
≋
Don't give me any ideas.
The gruffness of Ledger's rebuttal startles Oceane, sending a bolt of electricity through her opaline frame. She's quite suddenly flushed and her throat dry as her amber eyes gaze, playfully defiant, at him.
“Don't tell me what to do,” her own voice is a whisper, lustful and challenging, as she maintains eye contact with him. Surprised at her own reaction, at the way her body responds to what had been perceived as a demand, Oceane grins coyly at her scarred lover with a very real, very strong desire for him continue to attempt to tell her what to do. She spends far too much of her own time requesting that others do things for her ─ diplomatically, as a commander of the army, as a mentor to Cheri ─ that to be told what to do in this moment is... thrilling.
She finally breaks eye contact and falls again into him, unable to keep her distance now that her inhibitions have lifted. They explore each others bodies with gentle touch, nibbling and lipping and kissing and rubbing. The quiet groans that fall from Ledger's lips encourage her, coaxing more frantic touches from the Loessian Queen as her own desire for the man before her grows and grows.
Where only a short time ago there had been uncertainty, none remains. It has been replaced with the desire to explore Ledger in this new way, and with the need to bring him pleasure. She has never known herself to be so libidinous ─
But she had never had Ledger before.
And she'd never had anyone tell her what to do before, in that perfectly gruff and demanding voice. She purrs low in her throat at the very thought of it, an ear twitching as the man's words find her again.
“How many lifetimes do you think it took our souls to find one another?” The question is whispered into his skin as they continue to embrace, the realization of how deeply her feelings go sending her into a mixture of unbridled desire and deep pensiveness. How small it all makes her feel.
When Ledger speaks again, it's with a wish. This time, a different part of her responds. A part that is required to answer, though she would have granted him his wish even without the powers that require her to do so. Supernatural genie fingers grasp the pair, morphing them into beasts that would fulfill the stallion's wish with hardly an effort. Her magic finds it easy to perform when the recipients are so willing.
And they gaze into each other, eye to eye, as finally Oceane finds it in her to tell him what to do this time: “Take me now, Ledger.”
The gruffness of Ledger's rebuttal startles Oceane, sending a bolt of electricity through her opaline frame. She's quite suddenly flushed and her throat dry as her amber eyes gaze, playfully defiant, at him.
“Don't tell me what to do,” her own voice is a whisper, lustful and challenging, as she maintains eye contact with him. Surprised at her own reaction, at the way her body responds to what had been perceived as a demand, Oceane grins coyly at her scarred lover with a very real, very strong desire for him continue to attempt to tell her what to do. She spends far too much of her own time requesting that others do things for her ─ diplomatically, as a commander of the army, as a mentor to Cheri ─ that to be told what to do in this moment is... thrilling.
She finally breaks eye contact and falls again into him, unable to keep her distance now that her inhibitions have lifted. They explore each others bodies with gentle touch, nibbling and lipping and kissing and rubbing. The quiet groans that fall from Ledger's lips encourage her, coaxing more frantic touches from the Loessian Queen as her own desire for the man before her grows and grows.
Where only a short time ago there had been uncertainty, none remains. It has been replaced with the desire to explore Ledger in this new way, and with the need to bring him pleasure. She has never known herself to be so libidinous ─
But she had never had Ledger before.
And she'd never had anyone tell her what to do before, in that perfectly gruff and demanding voice. She purrs low in her throat at the very thought of it, an ear twitching as the man's words find her again.
“How many lifetimes do you think it took our souls to find one another?” The question is whispered into his skin as they continue to embrace, the realization of how deeply her feelings go sending her into a mixture of unbridled desire and deep pensiveness. How small it all makes her feel.
When Ledger speaks again, it's with a wish. This time, a different part of her responds. A part that is required to answer, though she would have granted him his wish even without the powers that require her to do so. Supernatural genie fingers grasp the pair, morphing them into beasts that would fulfill the stallion's wish with hardly an effort. Her magic finds it easy to perform when the recipients are so willing.
And they gaze into each other, eye to eye, as finally Oceane finds it in her to tell him what to do this time: “Take me now, Ledger.”
i must go down to the seas again, to the lonely sea and the sky,
and all i ask is a tall ship and a star to steer her by
and all i ask is a tall ship and a star to steer her by