(she can't help it, how it would be something she'd do once again. another family gone, another disappearing by the hands of one person who was by no means welcomed by those within the old country. she didn't care. it didn't matter to them that she had her reasons, the daughter ending her own father and seeking nothing more than to disappear. disappear with that anger as she craved to forget it all, for herself to no longer be remembered as she ran away. far, far away from what once had been a place revered by her grandfather. the man that imparted her in many things. lessons that she never forgot about, regardless of how different she is now.
the beasts could lurk anywhere, she isn't the least bit normal and yet there was plenty to say about humans who were worse than monsters. not even cellinia is so terrible as a wild wolf. she was so tender, so slow as she touched her body. the wolf who only could marvel at how beautiful she is, her hands so gentle in their touch and her body so near for her lover. mai was to be treated so beautifully in general by her hand, the way cellinia caresses her thighs in wait. despite her impatience, she couldn't resist. touching her felt so much better than not while they're alone in this car.
cellinia between her legs, above her and feeling those urges strongly.
addiction, it's like a poison, too. in their kisses, in the way they react to their words. bold and more. further, further as it comes and goes in their hands. she can tell, she can see it in her eyes. that neediness, being told that she wants to be hers. that she wants her and wants mai to have her, the wolf that looks down at her without question. without even minding that she wants to hear it again, those pretty words from cellinia's mouth. how beautiful, like music they are to match the sensual tone in the background for them.)
I want to be yours....
(those kiss bruised lips, murmuring it close to mai's own whenever she closes the distance. that stolen kiss for the moment gets her to moan again, her tongue licking again into mai's. her taste on her tongue, the musk of it from her arousal and more stirs that beast within her further. brings it out so naturally whenever cellinia feels it. between that and the grip of the revolver against her back, her mind isn't racing any longer with what she focuses on. she focuses on what she wants so much more whenever that impish look and grin on her lips is telling on what was to come next.
her lover wants more than that, she wants cellinia to devour and cover her tongue in her taste. more of it. of course, it appeals to her. that permission and everything granted to her to feast tenderly on her. in the future, she might even promise her dearly that she wouldn't leave. not the way she did another in the past who was driven by obsession to do with everything related to this handsome wolf. no. unlike back then, she'd perhaps even promise so much more after seeing how much this girl has gone through.
she'd promise her freedom if she sought it in whatever ways her heart in its own twisted desires might ever crave. would this count as a binding vow, truly? that's more a mystery in how for a vow, it's by no means the same in practice. not in how she's giving her more than others had ever dared to. those monsters in her life can disappear for a time, as long as she's wanted by her when cellinia steals another deep kiss of her own. briefly, before she begins again her descent. she would leave her more marks wherever mai desired most at another time.
she wants something more, and it's clearer that they both do.
between her thighs properly, kneeling down is this wolf. a hand moves to touch along her glistening lips, to run her fingers along them. her mouth waters again at the heady scent of arousal, the strength of it when cellinia presses a kiss to her there. those bruised lips ever dutiful in worship before her tongue licks into that wet heat slowly. like earlier, she enjoys the taste. a lovely hum and sound leaves her as if pleased before her slow licks steadily pick up the pace for her lover.
her goddess. a wolf's tongue would feel different from a human's, much more different. everything about her in some ways would differ in her anatomy down to the way that she's not rushing too much. she's as devoted as ever, how cute of her in the way her sharp ears seem to prick up again despite herself in delight. half from the feast cellinia is having and other half from that urge to claim her being met.
cellinia did at least intend to treat her well, treat her right. if she wants to make another mistake, then the wolf would bring her home with her at any time after they surrender themselves fully. that wasn't going to be taken off as an offer from that urge in her more baser instincts to have her near after earlier. the wolf wouldn't dare dream of leaving her goddess alone in the cruel grasps of her reality when she isn't there.
if only to let her feel alive herself, the way that cellinia once hadn't had the plreasure of having in her life. that didn't come until later, later when she already was on the verge of going down a far worse path from her own suffering.
far too much of it, truly, had she not been found in time by the beast she considers her father figure.)
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Date: 2025-03-03 08:48 am (UTC)the beasts could lurk anywhere, she isn't the least bit normal and yet there was plenty to say about humans who were worse than monsters. not even cellinia is so terrible as a wild wolf. she was so tender, so slow as she touched her body. the wolf who only could marvel at how beautiful she is, her hands so gentle in their touch and her body so near for her lover. mai was to be treated so beautifully in general by her hand, the way cellinia caresses her thighs in wait. despite her impatience, she couldn't resist. touching her felt so much better than not while they're alone in this car.
cellinia between her legs, above her and feeling those urges strongly.
addiction, it's like a poison, too. in their kisses, in the way they react to their words. bold and more. further, further as it comes and goes in their hands. she can tell, she can see it in her eyes. that neediness, being told that she wants to be hers. that she wants her and wants mai to have her, the wolf that looks down at her without question. without even minding that she wants to hear it again, those pretty words from cellinia's mouth. how beautiful, like music they are to match the sensual tone in the background for them.)
I want to be yours....
(those kiss bruised lips, murmuring it close to mai's own whenever she closes the distance. that stolen kiss for the moment gets her to moan again, her tongue licking again into mai's. her taste on her tongue, the musk of it from her arousal and more stirs that beast within her further. brings it out so naturally whenever cellinia feels it. between that and the grip of the revolver against her back, her mind isn't racing any longer with what she focuses on. she focuses on what she wants so much more whenever that impish look and grin on her lips is telling on what was to come next.
her lover wants more than that, she wants cellinia to devour and cover her tongue in her taste. more of it. of course, it appeals to her. that permission and everything granted to her to feast tenderly on her. in the future, she might even promise her dearly that she wouldn't leave. not the way she did another in the past who was driven by obsession to do with everything related to this handsome wolf. no. unlike back then, she'd perhaps even promise so much more after seeing how much this girl has gone through.
she'd promise her freedom if she sought it in whatever ways her heart in its own twisted desires might ever crave. would this count as a binding vow, truly? that's more a mystery in how for a vow, it's by no means the same in practice. not in how she's giving her more than others had ever dared to. those monsters in her life can disappear for a time, as long as she's wanted by her when cellinia steals another deep kiss of her own. briefly, before she begins again her descent. she would leave her more marks wherever mai desired most at another time.
she wants something more, and it's clearer that they both do.
between her thighs properly, kneeling down is this wolf. a hand moves to touch along her glistening lips, to run her fingers along them. her mouth waters again at the heady scent of arousal, the strength of it when cellinia presses a kiss to her there. those bruised lips ever dutiful in worship before her tongue licks into that wet heat slowly. like earlier, she enjoys the taste. a lovely hum and sound leaves her as if pleased before her slow licks steadily pick up the pace for her lover.
her goddess. a wolf's tongue would feel different from a human's, much more different. everything about her in some ways would differ in her anatomy down to the way that she's not rushing too much. she's as devoted as ever, how cute of her in the way her sharp ears seem to prick up again despite herself in delight. half from the feast cellinia is having and other half from that urge to claim her being met.
cellinia did at least intend to treat her well, treat her right. if she wants to make another mistake, then the wolf would bring her home with her at any time after they surrender themselves fully. that wasn't going to be taken off as an offer from that urge in her more baser instincts to have her near after earlier. the wolf wouldn't dare dream of leaving her goddess alone in the cruel grasps of her reality when she isn't there.
if only to let her feel alive herself, the way that cellinia once hadn't had the plreasure of having in her life. that didn't come until later, later when she already was on the verge of going down a far worse path from her own suffering.
far too much of it, truly, had she not been found in time by the beast she considers her father figure.)