[Her wings snap open and then immediately envelop Fever, pressing them both together as if in a leathery flesh cacoon. More desperate moans fly into the air, Fever has her on the knife's edge already. But her tail never relents. It twists inside Fever, as dextrous as any finger, keeping time to the movements of her hips, never letting up the pressure. The harder Fever presses against the nerves of her tail, the harder her tail retaliates.]
[her self control is tipping over, she feels herself getting nearer and nearer, though she's trying her utmost to outlast the other woman, to be able to bring her through it. but it's far, far harder than it would seem, wrapped up physically and mentally in her. she's trying, but sometimes trying isn't good enough, and she cracks. crests with a cry, her heart pounding in her chest, pleasure flooding her body such that for a second she feels weaker in her legs. her head, blissfully wiped of everything that is not here and now and related to her lover. even better than laying waste to all those undead.
and yet, her hand doesn't stop, because the only thought left in her mind is to bring Demona with her, make her feel exactly like this.]
[She thought it would be harder to follow such a request, to let go is not an easy thing. But under Fever's forceful touch, she doesn't find it difficult at all. Especially when such a wanton cry fills her ears. The sensation of Fever pulling tight around her, leaning heavier into her embrace as the pleasure sweeps her away, it's more than enough to take Demona along with it.
She throws her head back to cry out a sound that sits somewhere on the border of pain and pleasure. Her own muscles tremble and flex, the fire of pleasure boiling over in her core until she's practically engulfed in it. Yet, in the heat there is a numbness. A quietness. For just this fleeting space of heartbeats, the fires of rage that burn evermore in her heart is reduced to a smolder, replaced by a peaceful bliss--a feeling she has chased for so long. Who knew such a violent dame could be the one to douse her misery, if even for only a moment?
She comes down the other side of that crest, panting and shaking. Her wings are still wrapped tight around Fever. She needs the help staying upright.]
[it's no trouble at all to stay near, engulfed in her wings and catching her breath after her own climax. a bone deep satisfaction to hear Demona's sounds of pleasure, to know she wrought this on her - to know that the other woman feels good as she deserves. oh, Demona will need to catch her breath, and Fever musters her focus, hands shifting to stroke her skin soothingly, laying lingering kisses with no teeth on her. an easier coming down, a bridge between either continuing or giving the other woman a break, whatever she seems inclined to.
it's been a while, hasn't it? she doesn't know how Demona's other lovers would treat her, but Fever's here now, and she's making no moves to pull away.]
[Fever's gentle kisses startle her at first--that may be telling of what her former lover was like. Once the pleasure passes Demona expects dismissal, a return to business. But this...lingering is what she has desired so deeply she thought it buried. Fever has unearthed it like a shallow grave.
Demona clings to Fever, suddenly possessive. She wants to keep this feeling. Keep it going. Like a frightened hatchling, she's holding tighter for the fear that the moment she lets go she will lose it all again for good.]
[the reaction surprises her somewhat, but in the opposite direction of what she was potentially expecting. to have it so readily accepted and longed for, the choice is easy. like she told her - she's got her. freeing one of her hands, she brings it up to Demona's face, thumb stroking her cheekbone, and smiles.]
Of course I'll stay.
[whoever didn't, in the past? she hopes they know suffering. but her in the now, she raises herself a little so she can brush another kiss across the gargoyle's lips. sweet, unhurried. if the burning compulsions in her brain don't command she savage her lover into meat, then she'll enjoy it all dimmed to murmurs, and live in the moment.]
[When Fever strokes her cheek, she'll find it wet with a stray tear. Not even Demona realizes it's there.]
Thank you.
[Fever can't know how long it's been since Demona has uttered those two words in that order with any sincerity. How long since she felt gratitude or any other emotion outside of fear and rage for long enough to find some solace. Fever's unhurried kiss meets no resistance, but Demona doesn't move to deepen it either, rather she lets it wash over her, accepting it for the sweet comfort it is. For once, she lets herself believe that this kindness won't put her into debt.]
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Date: 2024-01-08 12:07 am (UTC)[Her wings snap open and then immediately envelop Fever, pressing them both together as if in a leathery flesh cacoon. More desperate moans fly into the air, Fever has her on the knife's edge already. But her tail never relents. It twists inside Fever, as dextrous as any finger, keeping time to the movements of her hips, never letting up the pressure. The harder Fever presses against the nerves of her tail, the harder her tail retaliates.]
Darling, I'm close.
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Date: 2024-01-08 03:37 am (UTC)[her self control is tipping over, she feels herself getting nearer and nearer, though she's trying her utmost to outlast the other woman, to be able to bring her through it. but it's far, far harder than it would seem, wrapped up physically and mentally in her. she's trying, but sometimes trying isn't good enough, and she cracks. crests with a cry, her heart pounding in her chest, pleasure flooding her body such that for a second she feels weaker in her legs. her head, blissfully wiped of everything that is not here and now and related to her lover. even better than laying waste to all those undead.
and yet, her hand doesn't stop, because the only thought left in her mind is to bring Demona with her, make her feel exactly like this.]
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Date: 2024-01-10 06:09 pm (UTC)[She thought it would be harder to follow such a request, to let go is not an easy thing. But under Fever's forceful touch, she doesn't find it difficult at all. Especially when such a wanton cry fills her ears. The sensation of Fever pulling tight around her, leaning heavier into her embrace as the pleasure sweeps her away, it's more than enough to take Demona along with it.
She throws her head back to cry out a sound that sits somewhere on the border of pain and pleasure. Her own muscles tremble and flex, the fire of pleasure boiling over in her core until she's practically engulfed in it. Yet, in the heat there is a numbness. A quietness. For just this fleeting space of heartbeats, the fires of rage that burn evermore in her heart is reduced to a smolder, replaced by a peaceful bliss--a feeling she has chased for so long. Who knew such a violent dame could be the one to douse her misery, if even for only a moment?
She comes down the other side of that crest, panting and shaking. Her wings are still wrapped tight around Fever. She needs the help staying upright.]
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Date: 2024-01-10 09:55 pm (UTC)it's been a while, hasn't it? she doesn't know how Demona's other lovers would treat her, but Fever's here now, and she's making no moves to pull away.]
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Date: 2024-01-14 05:20 pm (UTC)Demona clings to Fever, suddenly possessive. She wants to keep this feeling. Keep it going. Like a frightened hatchling, she's holding tighter for the fear that the moment she lets go she will lose it all again for good.]
Stay... Fever, will you stay?
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Date: 2024-01-14 10:42 pm (UTC)Of course I'll stay.
[whoever didn't, in the past? she hopes they know suffering. but her in the now, she raises herself a little so she can brush another kiss across the gargoyle's lips. sweet, unhurried. if the burning compulsions in her brain don't command she savage her lover into meat, then she'll enjoy it all dimmed to murmurs, and live in the moment.]
probably can fade the scene from here? Maybe we say they cuddled after.
Date: 2024-01-19 03:35 pm (UTC)Thank you.
[Fever can't know how long it's been since Demona has uttered those two words in that order with any sincerity. How long since she felt gratitude or any other emotion outside of fear and rage for long enough to find some solace. Fever's unhurried kiss meets no resistance, but Demona doesn't move to deepen it either, rather she lets it wash over her, accepting it for the sweet comfort it is. For once, she lets herself believe that this kindness won't put her into debt.]