Isla
Isla cums.
The illusion fills senses that are already completely overwhelmed with the taste and feel of Remi against her lips - and as her orgasm rocks through her, she clamps down hard on the space between his throat and shoulder, unable to help herself. Moaning loudly as ecstasy chases ecstasy, her fangs buried deep in his flesh, she feels the pain of his fingers clutching against her, the way her body is bowed and ravaged against his own.
"Remi," she all but purrs as her jaws part to release him. Blood stains her lips and trickles down her chin, and her fingers grip hard against the back of his curls, pulling hard that he might look at her properly. She might not bruise but her body is sending out all sorts of warning signals, begging her to take a moment to process what is happening. But Isla doesn't care about that right now - she's busy.
The illusion fills senses that are already completely overwhelmed with the taste and feel of Remi against her lips - and as her orgasm rocks through her, she clamps down hard on the space between his throat and shoulder, unable to help herself. Moaning loudly as ecstasy chases ecstasy, her fangs buried deep in his flesh, she feels the pain of his fingers clutching against her, the way her body is bowed and ravaged against his own.
"Remi," she all but purrs as her jaws part to release him. Blood stains her lips and trickles down her chin, and her fingers grip hard against the back of his curls, pulling hard that he might look at her properly. She might not bruise but her body is sending out all sorts of warning signals, begging her to take a moment to process what is happening. But Isla doesn't care about that right now - she's busy.
sooner or later, we all have to wake
and try forgetting everything
and try forgetting everything
