[ CATCH-ALL ] the wishes I've made are too vicious to tell

[wiedzminka]

Who: Ciri & various
When: late Oct through end of November
Where: Free Cities, Nocwich, who knows
What: some post-event follow-ups and whatever happens in Nov
Warnings: nsfw, warned for in thread



(( ooc: if you want to do any plotting with Ciri, hmu on plurk @ belleteyn or @ lenafish#3861

happy to write a starter for you if you want one, just lmk! ))

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[supersoldier]

[Words that resonate. Somehow, words that make his own heart jump in his chest, despite everything that's brought them here to this moment: And I like you. How simple a statement, just a short thing, but they make him feel warm in a way that isn't related to the physical lust pulsing between them.

And he hangs onto that feeling, revels in it, just long enough to bring his face in closer for a kiss. Lingering, flushed, affectionate.

His hand at her chest trails down to one of her thighs, already spread for him, but he nudges her legs apart a little more, his intent clear. And then, finally breaking the kiss, he mutters lowly against her lips-]

I like you, too.

[wiedzminka]

[ Her body curves with his touch, a slight but eager arch of her spine as his hand moves from her breast down her stomach, to her hip and thigh.

She puts her hands on his shoulders in turn, and kisses him back with a softness, a warm sweetness that might seem unexpected from her.

The reciprocating words he returns to her send a thrill through Ciri's heart. And her body, too, as her heart beats faster, and her face feels hotter even than before.

She braces her heels on the cushion, knees up. Watches him through her lashes, still nose to nose. ]

Well...? Don't keep me waiting.

[supersoldier]

[The softness of that kiss will remain etched in his memory, fleeting as it is when it gives way to her slightly shifting form beneath him, draining away what's left of his restraint. Her words banish it completely, and Sephiroth's throat bobs up and down as he swallows hard, moving his hands to the side of each thigh, fingertips pressing in.

He draws himself up, takes in the sight for a half-second more, and after that, he makes neither of them wait for much longer.

One hand moves to the base of his cock, guiding himself into her. Dimly, he doesn’t want to be hasty, he knows he should give her time to adjust — she had just told him that she’s never been with a man before, not like this.

But he has barely any patience to hold onto. He’s far from hesitant when he finally seats himself inside of her, and not particularly languorous about it, either. It’s a blessing that she feels so good, even like this, that he doesn’t do much more than hitch forward slightly, adjusting, and feeling. For now, breath gutters out of him.]

[wiedzminka]

[ A soft hiss escapes her lips when she feels him press against her folds. She angles her hips up, holds onto his shoulders. Her nails press into skin as he begins to press into her.

Ciri is not so inexperienced that the sensation is completely foreign, but at the same time, it does feel different. Bigger, certainly. Deeper. More.

The sound she makes is not intentional, as her head tips back, mouth open helplessly. A low, quivering moan, drawn out, rasping in her arched throat. Her hips jolt up on their own, shaking, as his cock opens her up insistent and unrelenting, sending waves of startled, confusing signals shuddering through her body from the base of her spine to her fingertips, which snag in Sephiroth's loose hair.

It takes less time than she expected. He pauses, and Ciri gasps in great lungfuls of air, audibly, thighs squeezing either side of his hips and toes curling in the cushions while she learns the sensation of being filled so tight she's certain neither of them can move.

Except then his hips snap forward again, quick and forceful, hitching her body up right against his and holding her there. The pressure squeezes inside her, building, almost hurting. For a few seconds, Ciri breathes like its the only thing she can do, clinging to him and reveling in the sensation with a sense of wonder at the novelty of it, a little twinge of pride. ]

Fuuck... [ she breathes out, and with the long exhale, her twitching muscles relax a little, as does her hard grip on Sephiroth's shoulders, leaving little half-moon nail marks behind. ]

[supersoldier]

[The tug of her fingers caught in his hair barely registers, and even the bite of her nails are negligible, lost somewhere in that frozen-still moment of them newly slotted against each other. The feeling of it being almost too much, too full, is a shared one, though to a different degree — he feels completely squeezed by her, warm at every angle, and even his single movement forward had sent a wave through him. A pulse with every twitch, every adjustment on her side, that has him biting his lower lip, trying not to hiss out the exact same word in turn.

He barely manages; what leaves his mouth is a sound incomprehensible. Ciri relaxes around him, and suddenly too much feels like not enough, and Sephiroth moves his hands to just below her hip bones, hiking her up, then retracting his cock halfway from her. They glisten where they meet. He hasn’t time to appreciate the view, really, because his body has him pushing himself back into her, harder.

The effort to leash his words are useless this time, falling out as they do; a rarity for a man like Sephiroth—]

Nngh, fuck. Ciri…

[wiedzminka]

[ In fairness, she's not interested in any sort of view either. She isn't even looking at him, too overwhelmed by the physical sensations that thunder through her body, only amplified by the bit of assistance they'd taken before. Her mind is blissfully, shockingly blank-- something she might reflect on later, but right now, all that matters is that he's moving.

Her fingers snag in his hair again reflexively, and she's not gentle. Sephiroth's tight grip on her hips lifts her off the cushions and shifts the angle somehow in a way that feels like he gets even deeper on the next thrust, or maybe it's just that he more forceful this time, or maybe it's the same but it's just a shock every time.

Ciri yelps, soft and high, her hips hitching up against his. Her back arches, head pushed back against the cushions, eyelashes fluttering. She's slick and hot around him, and he can probably feel each shuddering breath, her body twitching and heaving.

She doesn't ask him to slow down or stop. It doesn't really occur to her that she can, though that's not because Sephiroth's made any indication of that; but there's something entrancing about giving herself over, letting him have her and experiencing only how it feels, what it does to her body, the new sensations that arise. ]