[ She wasn't fearful of him. As he saved her. As he healed. As he escaped with her in the chase for her understanding. Now, as they breech intimacy that exceeds a human interpretation – Angela feels he's a puzzle piece she never knew was missing. For her, this new connection exceeds all of her knowledge. It was... undoing what has been engrained in your head. Attractions, needs, wants, fears – everything was pushed into a new territory when he saved her. It consumes her, haunts her, welcomes her, and she can't... help but want it. The need for connection, to fill the void that feels larger than she could have anticipated.
Whatever he had given her – a second chance, a purpose, or pleasure – she takes it readily. The pivoting twitch of her lower half adjusts every so often, bucking up defiantly as her eyes struggle to remain open. Thoughts of how inappropriate it was – this once revered place of medicine – now serving a purpose to bring their bond stronger. To a union unlike any she could imagine.
Angela was already close, heels digging into the bed, head swimming in stimulation – but by the time her bonded transitions to something simple – something familiar? She cries out with a choked gasp. Her form sits up more when his arm scoops against her, one hand slamming down onto the bed to prop her back off full from it. She looks up to him, disbelief washed over her face as he takes her with a purpose of his own.
It was an intense sensation, something that splits her insides to fit him – to accept his claim in her. Her free hand finds itself upwards, hooked against his neck and allowing herself to brace better. Thrust after thrust was simple to parse, but the continued attention to the swell of her breasts, the lick that makes her eyes flutter shut. The bed nearly buckles underneath them from how they were now desperately working together. A seesaw of Angela pulling him into her as much as she grinds up to him. The mess she leaves on his length was not subtle, dripping down and staining the bed as some form of confirmation that her body needed him. Subconsciously, she knows that now. Her fingers anxiously pull at his neck, her lower half squirms down in a circle when the tendril against her breasts puts an emphasis on its attention.
And despite a handful of moments, of minutes – maybe? she's lost track – she doesn't get to bask in the moment of his form against her for too long. Angela finishes with him inside of her, her insides squeezing down and her head tilting away as if she was shamed. It happens quick, sends shockwaves of pleasure through her but now...
Noticeably... she was sweating. Warmed beyond comfort, hot instead of cold. The voice haunting the back of her mind was not there – instead it's a mere echo. Not until you finish. Through grunts and whines, the way her teeth catch against her own bottom lip and fingers massage at the side of his neck, Angela rides an orgasm that was... unlike any she had ever felt. It felt more than her. More than her pleasure. And that's why she doesn't pull away – and merely lets him continue even among the sensitivity coursing through her. ]
You. [ She stammers, soft and hoarse. ] Lay back. Doctor's orders.
no subject
Whatever he had given her – a second chance, a purpose, or pleasure – she takes it readily. The pivoting twitch of her lower half adjusts every so often, bucking up defiantly as her eyes struggle to remain open. Thoughts of how inappropriate it was – this once revered place of medicine – now serving a purpose to bring their bond stronger. To a union unlike any she could imagine.
Angela was already close, heels digging into the bed, head swimming in stimulation – but by the time her bonded transitions to something simple – something familiar? She cries out with a choked gasp. Her form sits up more when his arm scoops against her, one hand slamming down onto the bed to prop her back off full from it. She looks up to him, disbelief washed over her face as he takes her with a purpose of his own.
It was an intense sensation, something that splits her insides to fit him – to accept his claim in her. Her free hand finds itself upwards, hooked against his neck and allowing herself to brace better. Thrust after thrust was simple to parse, but the continued attention to the swell of her breasts, the lick that makes her eyes flutter shut. The bed nearly buckles underneath them from how they were now desperately working together. A seesaw of Angela pulling him into her as much as she grinds up to him. The mess she leaves on his length was not subtle, dripping down and staining the bed as some form of confirmation that her body needed him. Subconsciously, she knows that now. Her fingers anxiously pull at his neck, her lower half squirms down in a circle when the tendril against her breasts puts an emphasis on its attention.
And despite a handful of moments, of minutes – maybe? she's lost track – she doesn't get to bask in the moment of his form against her for too long. Angela finishes with him inside of her, her insides squeezing down and her head tilting away as if she was shamed. It happens quick, sends shockwaves of pleasure through her but now...
Noticeably... she was sweating. Warmed beyond comfort, hot instead of cold. The voice haunting the back of her mind was not there – instead it's a mere echo. Not until you finish. Through grunts and whines, the way her teeth catch against her own bottom lip and fingers massage at the side of his neck, Angela rides an orgasm that was... unlike any she had ever felt. It felt more than her. More than her pleasure. And that's why she doesn't pull away – and merely lets him continue even among the sensitivity coursing through her. ]
You. [ She stammers, soft and hoarse. ] Lay back. Doctor's orders.