[she's never heard him like this before. it's alarming...and intoxicating. that, rolled up into this entire experience, leaves her struggling to keep up, keep her head while he's coming to a head.
she feels a rush similar but not as intense as her own orgasm in the mist of his vigorous thrusting, one that leaves her without words for him as he grabs her to finish. she lets out a gasp of her own as she feels him come, one that peters into a breathless moan. gods, that-- there's really no preparing one's self for that, is there? this is all so...unreal.
the muscles in her thighs quiver a bit, wanting to squeeze out a bit more of that feeling she craves, but already taken too far to pursue it. where he remains in her, she throbs; it hurts, but it...it also feels really good.
and he's still there. still with her. in her. as her breathing starts to level out of the labored panting he'd brought her to, Lucina's body relaxes back into the mattress.]
Gods...
[as he basks, she slips her fingers back into his hair, her other hand gliding down his shoulder to his trembling elbow.]
Gods, Guzma...
[still there. with her. in her. she lets out a shaky sigh.]
no subject
she feels a rush similar but not as intense as her own orgasm in the mist of his vigorous thrusting, one that leaves her without words for him as he grabs her to finish. she lets out a gasp of her own as she feels him come, one that peters into a breathless moan. gods, that-- there's really no preparing one's self for that, is there? this is all so...unreal.
the muscles in her thighs quiver a bit, wanting to squeeze out a bit more of that feeling she craves, but already taken too far to pursue it. where he remains in her, she throbs; it hurts, but it...it also feels really good.
and he's still there. still with her. in her. as her breathing starts to level out of the labored panting he'd brought her to, Lucina's body relaxes back into the mattress.]
Gods...
[as he basks, she slips her fingers back into his hair, her other hand gliding down his shoulder to his trembling elbow.]
Gods, Guzma...
[still there. with her. in her. she lets out a shaky sigh.]