[ 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]

[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. ]