#f!mage

She could have been a gentle woman, had the world been gentle to her ...

part 1) “This is a new sensation for me” Justice spoke, more to himself than to the young mage laying in the sheets beside him. He wondered if he’d brought her the same giddy moment of sweet pleasure that had coursed through himself. He’d been following the strange and somehow natural direction of his body and hers. He hadn’t been prepared for what would happen, the rush of it, the pure, raw power of her scent, her soft curves and her raven hair flowing over her shoulders like silk cloth.

part 2) She had grounded him, brought him into this foreign world where before he’d felt so distant and fragile, set beneath the skin of this decaying human with the presence of a loosed eyelash, skirting the edge of a drop of dew. Now he could feel a hunger growing inside him. He wanted to experience everything. He leaned back into her as she turned her face to him, offering a glance that was as fleeting as his reservations and touching her lips to his bare skin.

part 3) The sound that came from him then was guttural, a growl almost, as she moved past the deep gash that he’d wrapped at his side and as her hands and her mouth searched lower and lower he found himself grasping at her, wrapping himself around her, wishing he knew how to give what he was getting. Breathe was escaping in short puffs, hot on their skin and that low down place inside of him was starting to tingle again. Every inch of him was alert and focused.

part 4) The rush was coming again, his head filled with tension like a vice and then as suddenly as it had started it burst, coiling around his nerves and sending a shiver all the way up and back down him again. He let go of a lungful of air he hadn’t known he was holding and his muscles relaxed so that he felt utterly soothed. He reached out to the girl, trying to touch her, hold her and give to her, but she got out of bed and wrapping herself in the sheets she made her way to the door

part 5) “Where are you going I… I have not returned your favor.” The young mage grinned at him, with what undertones he wasn’t sure. “If you’re going to be one of us,” she quipped “you have to learn to take without giving anything in return.”

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Anon, can I marry you? Seriously? I get so lonely sometimes writing Justice smut all by myself, and you are just the most amazing. All the love I have for you right now, I'm gonna have to work out what to do with it since I can't give it to you in person!