remy spiranza

there was a strength in remy that naima couldn't put into words. he had an innocence to him, but not like that of a child. one of an owl perhaps. someone that had experienced life and was a knowledge seeker, but still had so much more to learn. at the same time, his innocence didn't diminish his intelligence. he was strong in many ways, but the way that he could dive into a book was probably his strongest. he had so much information stored in that head of his that naima often wondered how there was space for more. these were only a couple of things that she focused on when in relation to him. a couple of the reasons why she thought that he was the whole package.

remy would have likely just been happy there, rocking naima's hips gently back and forth in his lap, just on the cusp of something life changing, so much wet heat wrapped around his most sensitive nerves, he could have done all that forever. would have let multiple hours slip by and sleep not a wink. but he couldn't deny the relief and eager anticipation he felt at naima's muscles contracting around him, signaling their pull into his own climax, in delirious awe that she could work it out of him one strong throb at a time. he could really give in.

When Max ran over to her, Vi didn't miss a beat before he bent down to pet the darling puppy giving him plenty of attention. "You are more than welcome my piccolo amore." She smiled. As Remy explained how he had come to stay at both cabins, Vi nodded in understanding. "Si, the Hestia cabin always does seem so warm and welcoming, well if you ever need another place to say I'll gladly keep you cosy in Nike." She winked, rising back up ready to begin their gathering. "Thank you darling, I do very much enjoy them. Let's meet back here with everything we've gathered, ready Max?" Vittoria beamed, carefully making her way outside of the igloo before taking to the sky, leading Max to the Nike cabin.

remy beamed at the pet name, resembling max as much as ever. "it is! very very warm and welcoming! i..." his eyes bounced around as he thought about what all he'd heard about from within nike cabin. "uhh yeah, i think that sounds great! do you have any books in there? music?" the humanities in general he'd seek out, along with any mechanical wonders the wall might have...or anything else worth exploring. it sounded magical, actually. for now, he'd lumber lightly off, like a giant sprite, back to gather everything on his mental list. he looked up to wave once, marveling at them up there, and would spend the alotted minutes plus ten gathering the noted items.

the connection between the two of them was a strength. much like the lovers card from the major arcana, they were two complete wholes coming together to produce something entirely different. something that was beautiful in its own right. that also meant that they were one another's greatest weakness. naima prided herself in being composed all of the time, in never losing control. yet if remy was kidnapped, if someone used him to threaten her, she could picture the cracks already forming in her psyche. she would go to the ends of the earth to get him back. burn any bridges in order to secure his return. he was beautiful and appealing in every sense, but she feared he'd be her downfall. "and i love you. i am in love with you, remy."

he could only nod slowly in response, straining up to press their foreheads together, kiss her, that he understood, and was, and is, and always would be. remy was grateful naima wouldn't expect a certain response for him, or to be aware of the social expectation of reciprocation of a certain arrangement of words, because everything between them felt perfectly reciprocal even unspoken. and he was losing control of ordered thoughts, coming apart at the seams a little, disheveled in mindset. it was just her! and even if he'd been clear minded, would never ever think she would be his undoing. only hope and strength and guidance. unknowing, he'd just continue to be well taken care of, in mind, body, and spirit.

with the way that she was in the bedroom, one would think that she was a direct daughter of eros or aphrodite. the funny thing was that she had only had 3 partners in total, including remy. her relationships always extended into long timeframes and she was able to see what worked and didn't work. she had been with a man and a woman before, so she tried to explore all that their was about their anatomies to know how to please the next person. his words filled her in on the inside. not like his member working up his core or the way that someone felt after a nice meal. instead, a warmth that had only ever been described as butterflies fluttering around someone's stomach before. gosh, she couldn't deny how head over heels in love she was with the man underneath her. she would do anything for him, be anything for him. "you're more than enough for me. what i deserve right now in my life is remy, and i'm so grateful that i have you." she wanted him to know that.

remy had a natural inclination to believe that he needed and wanted naima more than she him, and was honestly just completely secure in that arrangement. it made sense and was reasonable. it fit within the framework of who he knew them both to be. the outpouring of affection, however, shifted the window into her soul, widened it, and remy could see more of a multi dimensional person than he'd ever known. it sparked such awe at this sensation, at naima, who could somehow be not just a project partner, or lover, or confidante, but something deeper than all of them. he'd certainly been loved, in a very safe and deep way, but definitely more distant than this type of intimacy; this romantic devotion that felt like a revelation. "love you, naima."

one of the reasons why she felt so comfortable around remy was because of the trust that the two of them had together. she could have offered to be restrained and blindfolded and she wouldn't have feared for her life. that wasn't something she could say for most men. nor was it something she was going to plan on doing anytime soon. she'd blindfold hm first. "you're so soft with me. you ignite every single one of my nerves like it's the first time all over again." she continued to slowly roll her hips down, feeling his dick slide up against her easier and easier. she moved her hand to run it through his hair again. "you're my good boy. the one that fills up my heart and fills up my cunt just how i deserve." she tugged on his hair just enough where he could feel her presence everywhere, but that she wasn't hurting him. "you make me want to say i'm yours, your mine, over and over again."

remy too, would obviously trust naima with his health and safety in any position, including blindfolded. in fact, remy felt he was blindfolded at times, at least metaphorically, and she'd never given him reason not to trust her implicitly. he also felt wildly inexperienced compared to her, so the sentiment was nice to hear, as much as he cared about things like that. "good." not nearly as verbose as naima took the spotlight, delivering an incredibly moving dialogue that had him literally sweating, a fog covering all his big vocabulary and clever words, and he could only think her!! especially as she tugged on his scalp, he wanted to let his head roll back and flip off into another dimension, but he was addicted to looking at her, so remy kept tension on his hair to do that, thrilled by absolutely any sensation naima would want to give him at this point. she just knew all the good stuff. "you deserve more, but you always have me." both a vow and statement of fact as far as he could see.

"and that's because you have something real to strive for." naima had always been content in just being at camp and hold people together. remy came into her life and things changed. suddenly she took more action outside of camp. she yelled at a vengeful ghost to stop hurting her people and became more protective. "i know you will." she comfortable let him move her around until she was on top of him. a position she knew well. "good, but let's do something about that ache." she ran her left hand up through his hair, gripping it for support. her head fell back when remy made contact with her nipple, mouth dropping slightly as a noise started building up deep inside of her. she slowly started to move her hips to provide him some release as well. naima felt his length press up against her and she moved back and forth first, wanting to feel every inch. "keep going, you're so good at that baby." her right hand moved down until it was wrapping around his shaft. she only stroked it a couple of seconds before moving it down and cupping his balls.

"oh you are. you're making it worse and better at the same time. it's driving me crazy." still in a little disbelief that this was really his life now, remy delighted in naima's warmth, wanting to share every thought and feeling he had with her, confident she was enjoying herself as much as he was--well maybe not exactly as much, that might not have been possible. the noises she made, then her praise and encouragement, tingled all the way through his middle down to his sack, jumpstarting the leaking pre that would (both fortunately and unfortunately) cause his dick to slide smoother against her weight. hips angling with a mind of their own, remy found just the right degree and trajectory to slip the length of his shaft between the soft lips he was coming to know so well. he was not trying to get in deep and ruin himself just yet, but grinding longways directly against the bundle of nerves tucked away right...there.

"you could write about us." if naima was going to be a part of remy's story, then she needed to make sure he was going to be in it as well. she smiled softly as her dress and the rest of her garments were slowly slipped off. she then turned around to work on his own clothing. her hands curved over his shoulder, under his shirt, to slip it off while she got on her tip toes. "that would be fun. hell, you might even discover something from the other side or that might help us by writing it from a different perspective." she unzipped and unbuttoned his pants, hooking her fingers into the waistband to take them off. then she pressed her hand to remy's chest, guiding him back onto her bed where she'd slip off his underwear.

"i really could. we're very inspirational." a saucy smile now framed all his words with suggestion, and even if remy didn't agree (for once) he would probably agree right now. his hands and eyes strayed all over naima, soaking her up while they rid themselves of all barriers. "i'll try. promise." he backed up to the bed, easily falling into it when it hit the back of his legs and he reached up to bring the most gorgeous demigod in the world with him. "you're so beautiful, i ache." and the ache was visible in part now that he was unclothed, standing tall from the rest of him and reaching up for her touch as well. with a greedy handful of her ass, remy sat her at the top of his thighs so he could lean up and join their lips, which would also connect their torsos, and allow the most warm friction to envelop his dick, throbbing comfortably between them. "so thankful for you, naima." and he would kiss his way down her chest until he could lap a nipple with his tongue and feel it respond before sucking it into his mouth, where'd he stay as long as she let him.