[ A shadow falls over him, highlighting the contours of his face like a Rembrandt painting. His teeth gleam white, and his eyes burn like two hot coals. Mesmerizing and impossible to look away from as he pushes the rest of the way in.
He’s beyond the point of sweet-talking now, too mindless with his own pleasure to summon his usual wit. A few decades is nothing in his long lifetime but he’s still had to wait for his bride and he isn’t fond of waiting.
He stayed lodged in her for a few seconds before he starts to withdraw, and when he’s almost all the way out he slides back in, faster than the first time but still not too forceful. The telepathic link he’s made between them grows, filling Nadine with pleasure the human body on its own is too limited to experience. The human mind can comprehend it well enough but the physical form doesn’t have enough nerve ends and erogenous zones to reach these heights without a little help from the magic man.
He could give this sort of pleasure to anyone. He knows as much. But if she wasn’t to believe that they fit together perfectly, that he’s made for her and she’s made for him, that’s alright. He’ll let her. ]
[He's beautiful. Even with his otherness highlighted, he's beautiful and terrible and the blaze of his eyes is somehow as arousing as his hands or mouth on her. Nadine doesn't care about sweet talk right now, the sensations cascading through her body have taken precedence over anything and everything. Coherent thoughts are washed away as she arches in pleasure, breath ragged, body alive in a way it's never been before.
Her nails dig into him as her mouth opens in a soundless scream, the world disappearing to nothing but she and him entwined on the bed, nothing else mattering but the carnal act unfolding between them. She never imagined it would be like this, could be like this.
In the throws of passion Nadine's legs bend, heels pressing firm into the mattress and thighs gripping at Flagg, drawing him into her.]
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He’s beyond the point of sweet-talking now, too mindless with his own pleasure to summon his usual wit. A few decades is nothing in his long lifetime but he’s still had to wait for his bride and he isn’t fond of waiting.
He stayed lodged in her for a few seconds before he starts to withdraw, and when he’s almost all the way out he slides back in, faster than the first time but still not too forceful. The telepathic link he’s made between them grows, filling Nadine with pleasure the human body on its own is too limited to experience. The human mind can comprehend it well enough but the physical form doesn’t have enough nerve ends and erogenous zones to reach these heights without a little help from the magic man.
He could give this sort of pleasure to anyone. He knows as much. But if she wasn’t to believe that they fit together perfectly, that he’s made for her and she’s made for him, that’s alright. He’ll let her. ]
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Her nails dig into him as her mouth opens in a soundless scream, the world disappearing to nothing but she and him entwined on the bed, nothing else mattering but the carnal act unfolding between them. She never imagined it would be like this, could be like this.
In the throws of passion Nadine's legs bend, heels pressing firm into the mattress and thighs gripping at Flagg, drawing him into her.]