#feyras

[gonguji]

I can't believe when discussing shrek/genshin parallels @feyras takes away scara's kitten whiskers!

[essenceofhispenance]

I LOST THE MEME

@feyras ASKED: please don’t regret me. (PAUL)

"Do they not have games on your homeworld, Usul?" she asked, holding the sandtrout in her hands carefully. The idea of donning them as gloves did not seem strange to her. Sandtrout were only a larval state of the maker.

They were not yet comparable to Shai Hulud. They were not yet God.

There was a certain kind of weight in his words, almost comparable to their shared vision during the communal partaking of the changing of the Water of Life.

She did not wish to live in the future, or that great destiny that would weigh on him. She only wished for now.

"I will only regret that you do not come play with us." Carefully she let the sandtrout slip over her arm, letting it protect her skin like a glove. " it really is quite fun, Usul. It would be good to have you on our side."

[roseguided]

𝐈𝐓 𝐖𝐀𝐒 𝐉𝐔𝐒𝐓 𝐋𝐈𝐊𝐄 𝐏𝐀𝐔𝐋 𝐓𝐎 𝐃𝐈𝐒𝐓𝐔𝐑𝐁 𝐇𝐄𝐑 𝐏𝐄𝐀𝐂𝐄. or so the princess thought, felt, more times than not. both of them seem to grow tired of their clashing heads, their stubborn wills, but no matter what happens irulan feels that argument cannot be avoided so easily. that is unless one or the other, in their exhaust for hurled back handed comments & subtle insults, concede for the sake of ending the conversation. never did she imagine her life would amount to this--yes, she'd been given an assignment of sorts from the reverend mother but that doesn't dimish the effects day to day has on her strong, but taxed, mental state. the game between them grows old, but a game played nonetheless to irulan's immense displeasure.

@feyras said, " I HOPE YOU'RE NOT LEAVING ON MY ACCOUNT. "

hands are quick to close her book, snapped shut with all the attitude & tension held about her shoulders. pushing heavy chair backward with movement. eyes bear into him for a moment making her displeasure known. ❛ that's precisely why i'm leaving. ❜ says empress, but empress only in name, as she rounds the otherside of the desk. ❛ i have no desire, nor the energy, to be glared at nor met with disdain today, paul. ❜ irulan walks past him, stopping at the door to almost mockingly bow her head. it's always been fake submission.

[radiantnatura]

HOW LONG HAD THIS FEELING CONSUMED HER? : THE YEARNING HAD STRAINED 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐇𝐄𝐑𝐎'𝐒 HEART UNLIKE ANYTHING ELSE ... golden heart beating demandingly against her ribcage, wanting the confession to slip past lush dark lips countless times, ... sarastus was furthest thing from selfish, BUT WITH EVERY STOLEN GLANCE, EVERY ACCIDENTAL TOUCH : all she wanted to do was to have him. ( he has brought the warrior of light on her knees. )

BOTH EVER SO OBSERVANT, : EVERY LOOK, &. SUBTLE TOUCH HAVING A LANGUAGE OF ITS' OWN. how long they have spoken sentences through mere gazes &. touches alone? ... 𝐇𝐎𝐖 𝐈𝐓 𝐎𝐍𝐋𝐘 𝐓𝐎𝐑𝐓𝐔𝐑𝐄𝐃 𝐓𝐇𝐄𝐈𝐑 𝐇𝐄𝐀𝐑𝐓𝐒, the need growing &. growing, until it swallowed them whole. &. yet, when both were consumed, NEITHER FOUGHT BACK. 𝐓𝐇𝐄𝐘 𝐒𝐔𝐑𝐑𝐄𝐍𝐃𝐄𝐑𝐄𝐃 : for once allowing themselves to be greedy, to allow these feelings to show for one another. ... &. the moment leads them here, her back against a wall of the room, his own leaning over her's : lips dancing in a passionate rhythym. ( DO YOU TASTE IT? THE FEELINGS EMBEDDED INTO THE KISS? ) his hands felt as they cupped her cheeks, her own hands placed atop them. she doesn't want the moment to end, she wants to remain here with him, JUST THE TWO OF THEM SHARING THIS MOMENT OF PRIVACY. yet, need for air comes. they pull pack, but 𝐍𝐎𝐓 𝐃𝐀𝐑𝐈𝐍𝐆 to stray too far from each other ... as if fearing this was a mere dream, &. the other would disappear. her grey hues meets with him, cheeks radiating warmth! @feyras + estinien ' i’m well aware this should remain unspoken . ' his voice silent, &. there is an amused hum that follows the statement. 𝐓𝐇𝐄𝐘 𝐇𝐀𝐃 𝐀 𝐃𝐔𝐓𝐘 𝐓𝐎 𝐅𝐎𝐋𝐋𝐎𝐖 𝐓𝐇𝐑𝐎𝐔𝐆𝐇 : &. whilst both understood this, neither was willing to bury this feeling shared, FINALLY FREE! ❝ perhaps that is for the best. ❞ SO LET IT BE THEIR LITTLE SECRET, these actions of affection, this love of theirs. ( little did she know, how hard it would be to resist him now, when she knows exactly what his gaze means. ) &. she takes the advantage of this remaining privacy, his closeness she can revel in. eyes steal a glance at his lips, OH, YOU MAKE IT SO OBVIOUS HERO! ❝ we should have another moment, before anyone starts to wonder where we are. ❞

[desertsprng]

@feyras said: “This was my choice.” ( from paul ! )

❝        THEN   YOU   MUST   LIVE   WITH   IT.        ❞        sihaya   speaks,   not   chani,   the   woman   born   atop   shai-hulud's   back   (   maker   hooks   firmly   grasped   in   each   hand   )   falters.   gives   beneath   the   weight   of   a   hundred   would   be's.   she   is   a   spring   with   which   he   dips   into,   sweeter   than   the   single   tear   drop   she'd   once   shed,   sometimes   usul   is   careful.   reaching   for   her   as   if   only   she   could   gradually fill   him   up.   today?   he   wades   in   mindlessly,   and   she   buries   the   parts   of   herself   that   offer   nothing   but   dull   ache,   does   he   come   to   her   as   mystic   or   man?   can   one   still   be   humbled   by   another?   so many questions yet no answers. he   had   asked plenty himself.   to   be   her equal.   sihaya   will   not   beg   for   the   same.   it   must   be   given freely or not taken at all.

she   will   not   acquiesce   nor   bend   her   knee   like   the   militant   masses,   she   will   not   shout   his   name   as   a   prayer.   she   will   form   the   letters   with   tenderness,   feel   them   fade   on   the   back   of   her   tongue   and   watch   the   light   come   into   the   blue   of   them.   they   had   came   to   her   soft,   hungry,   waiting.   she   had   found   the   knowledge   in   them   and   his   desire   to   learn   and   it   had   been   all   she   needed   to   know   of   what   was   now   the   padishah   emperor.    wobbly   breath   expels   and   she   straightens,   hands   clasped   in   front   of   her.        ❝        what   else   would   you   have   me   say,   usul?   i   do   not   believe   there   is   any   more   i   can   give.        ❞        

[sarastuss]

@feyras continued from here.

SHE STILL CARRIES THE EVENTS OF THE DRAGONSONG WAR WITHIN HER HEART, : she believes her golden heart will never truly mend. THEY HAD GAINED SO MUCH, but also lost more than words could describe. 𝐈𝐓 𝐈𝐒 𝐍𝐄𝐕𝐄𝐑 𝐄𝐀𝐒𝐘 𝐓𝐎 𝐁𝐄 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐒𝐔𝐑𝐕𝐈𝐕𝐎𝐑. but she would continue this fight, for those they all lost. ... comfort found in the fact that estinien wasn't lost as well, though the great wyrm got too close to that lethal point. 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐒𝐌𝐈𝐋𝐄, 𝐓𝐇𝐎𝐔𝐆𝐇 𝐆𝐄𝐍𝐓𝐋𝐄, IT RADIATES! ... full glad that the fellow dragoon was healing well. a hum escapes, ❝ we could never. ❞

STUBBORN HERO, TO THE VERY CORE! : after everything, she refused to lose him too, ... ESPECIALLY IN SUCH WAY, CONSUMED BY THAT WHAT HE LOATHED THE MOST! 𝐇𝐈𝐒 𝐁𝐎𝐃𝐘 𝐖𝐀𝐒 𝐍𝐎𝐓 𝐀 𝐓𝐎𝐘, not something the great wyrm would get to use to meet its' ends. ( she has had enough of the people she cares for having their bodies snatched. ) ... ❝ estinien, ❞ HIS NAME ALMOST A GENTLE PRAYER UPON HER HONEYD TONGUE, containing the refusal itself to his suggestion. she remembers this plea, &. she remembers how she refused it with all her being. not him too. his words heard, &. if even possible, they bring more light to her being, even when the ache ghosted her heart. ❝ i would do it all again. ❞ she begins, for a short pause her gaze is averted to glance at her hands, going over everything for the ... SHE HAS LOST COUNT! 𝐁𝐔𝐓 𝐑𝐀𝐃𝐈𝐀𝐍𝐓 𝐅𝐄𝐀𝐓𝐔𝐑𝐄𝐒 soon meet his again, so gentle. ❝ and i'd repeat such choice, as many times as i would be required. ❞ her voice rings true, as it always tends to do! ❝ i think it goes without saying that alphinaud agrees, ... he seems to have taken quite the liking in you. ❞ though tongue dips into humor, it doesn't take away the truth in them!

[deathsconsort]

“  you don’t deserve the bad things that happen to you.  you never did.  ” ( from fenrys 🤭 )

fenrys caught her so off guard the only thing nesta could do was stare at him. not once has someone said such a thing to her. it wasn’t a pretty lie he was spinning for her to make her feel better, she could hear in his voice he meant it sincerely. it was that alone that had her breath catching in her throat. how many nights has she stayed awake telling herself everything that has happened was well deserved? how many times has she told herself she’s a wretched person who is unworthy of anything good and that’s why things keep being taken from her? alcohol had been her only form of peace from those thoughts and feelings. she would drink and drink until she felt and thought nothing, until everything would go black. but now she fears she has found another form of peace. fenrys. fears it because what if she loses him too.

“then why does everyone else say differently? my own sisters gave up on me. what kind of person does that make me, if they’re able to do that so easily?” it was the question that had haunted her since she left prythian. the inner circle didn’t matter to her, not the way her sisters did. even if they didn’t get along well, she would have burned and shredded the world for them, would have fought to the end for them. yet they wouldn’t do the same for her. instead they had chose the inner circle over her. the thought alone had her eyes turning silver and tendrils of silver flames starting to manifest from her fingertips. she quickly shut her eyes tightly and thought of fenrys before her and it went away. that little bit of control was thanks to aelin who had been attempting to train her.

she grips fenrys’ forearm tightly, almost as if she’s afraid he would disappear in an instant and he would be a dream she conjured in order to make herself feel better. “you say those words and i know that you believe them to be true. but how can i think it’s true when the world seems to be telling me otherwise?”

[vihrago-a]

stevie never knew how to put herself before others. it was in her nature to protect others and ensure their safety above all else. it's not that she didn't care about herself. it's that she cares about other people too much. currently, there was only one person that fit that criteria. @feyras . while they weren't exclusively boyfriend and girlfriend they were still something --- she was fiercely loyal to him in a way that she couldn't describe. well, actually, she could show it in this exact moment. with their professions, they constantly have to be looking over their shoulder because it was ever so easy to make enemies. it seems as though aries had made a few more along the way and they had decided to pay stevie a visit, knowing her connection to him. it first started with a knock on the door. then a full on brawl as the two cornered her in her apartment. no furniture was spared from the knock-down drag-down fight that ensued. the glass coffee table was shattered in the process, couch displaced, among other things. not that she would brag but it wasn't too difficult for her to take down the two offenders. they gave her a good run for her money. ultimately, in the aftermath, she took the two bodies to the rooftop and sort of nudged them off to fake a self inflicted fall. then, like the lady she is, went right back into her apartment and cracked open her favorite bottle of whiskey and poured a glass. also popped a smoke because who wouldn't need one after a confrontation like that? normally she wouldn’t smoke a cigarette — usually it was something else but that was for later. it was a blissful silence for the next two hours until aries arrived. a stoic expression with only a slight facial twitch, and an eyebrow raise. should i ask what happened here?

“ people were looking for you, came to me thinking they could beat the information out of me. they didn’t and they’ve been taken care of— now its just me and this lovely bottle of jack daniels! ”

she proudly raises the bottle with a shaky grip, adrenaline still coursing through her system. looks like she couldn’t really feel the pain from her injuries and didn’t realize the severity of some of them. no they weren’t fatal — it was just going to hurt like a bitch in the morning.

[galeksies]

❝         don't   lie   to   me,   rey.      it   is   extremely   unbecoming of you.         ❞ / @feyras + rey .

[erobret]

@feyras

HOW LONG HAD IT BEEN ? felt like eons . thousands of years had passed . when was the last time she saw the sky ? tasted the rain ? felt the wind upon her skin ? too long . far too long . nothing changed within the pocket realm that she created . she need not eat . need not drink . yet she was starved . starved to feel alive once more . hope was something she had lost long ago . came to terms with the fact all she would ever know would be the twilight realm ---- the skies forever in the rays of dusk . she'd been forgotten ; her land lost and her people vanquished . she was a myth . a legend .

[roseguided]

𝐈𝐑𝐔𝐋𝐀𝐍 𝐖𝐎𝐔𝐋𝐃 𝐁𝐄 𝐋𝐘𝐈𝐍𝐆 𝐓𝐎 𝐇𝐄𝐑𝐒𝐄𝐋𝐅 𝐈𝐅 𝐒𝐇𝐄 𝐒𝐀𝐈𝐃 𝐒𝐇𝐄’𝐃 never wanted this, never fantasized about it, never felt jealousy in her chest knowing that chani got this part of paul while she was left frustrated & simmering in what contempt she wanted to hold for him. irulan had, genuinely, in the beginning felt a disdain for him—she’d had foolish, girlish hopes that he could ever actually love her. she held onto them for so long that she almost wanted to call herself pathetic for it, but she spared her dignity & self esteem the blow. instead, she turned her soured feelings into something she could manage. the heartache to jealousy, the loneliness to an expression of stoicism, the yearning to disdain. ( what had made her so hard to love ? irulan often wondered. what was so wrong with her ? thoughts she’d keep to herself. she’d never admit them. she was a princess, an empress now in name only for the time being. )

one thing lead to another , she can’t even remember exactly how they got to this point but it doesn’t matter to her in the moment. not when she’s begin given such generous attention, not when he’s making her feels as much blinding pleasure as he is. her skin is hot, her cheeks & chest undoubtedly red despite the dimly lit bed chamber. her naked body sprawled out on his bed, her fists in the sheets, & irulan doesn’t even notice how much she squirms & how much she whines with each pass & suck of his mouth against her. not until he stops, until she loses the build up in her stomach. paul scolds her for her squirming prompting irulan to suck in a breath & roll her eyes almost in irritation. ❛ i’m trying, ❜ she admits almost begrudgingly. this brand of vulnerability something of an embarrassment for her.

her response seems to have awarded her @feyras's return between her legs & body being tugged closer to his face. the sensation of his tongue pressed back against her, lapping so feverishly on her clit, makes irulan close her eyes to focus only on the feeling. steadily, she could feel herself closer, closer to the edge of release—one hand fisted into the sheets, another one hand thread her slender fingers into his curls. she holds tight, tugging a little as his mouth fucks her over the edge. a loud moan escaped her, her back arching off of the bed: ❛ fuck, ❜ she’ll hiss quietly to herself, body beginning to sag.

lips wear a grin as her emperor husband positions himself in between her legs now, gently grasping against her hips. ❛ haven’t had enough yet ? ❜ teases the princess knowing that they both haven’t. it was no use trying to play coy with him, ❛ i want you to fuck me, ❜ she’s imagined it enough, ❛ really fuck me. i don’t think we have much room for anything softer, do we ? ❜ at least, not right now .

[seerbloom]

“ I have never met anyone like you. It is maddening, how much you consume my very being . ” ( from azriel <3 )

&    𝐒𝐏𝐎𝐊𝐄𝐍    𝐕𝐎𝐂𝐀𝐋𝐒    𝐎𝐅    𝐒𝐏𝐘𝐌𝐀𝐒𝐓𝐄𝐑 ,   flush    cheeks    /    heat    𝓻𝓮𝓼𝓸𝓷𝓪𝓽𝓮𝓭    off    porcelain    skin.    oh    how    the    color    of    rosy    hues    𝕔𝕠𝕞𝕡𝕝𝕚𝕞𝕖𝕟𝕥𝕖𝕕    the    blushing    seer.    beneath    the    surface,    her    heart   ｔｈｒｏｂｂｅｄ   with    a    mixture    of    excitement    and    longing,    revealing    her    true    emotions    toward    the    other    person.    withinv her    human    home,    the    ʟɪɴɢᴇʀɪɴɢ    presence    of    other    fae    overshadowed   their    first    meeting,    causing    her    to    feel frightened.    yet,    when    she    encountered    [    𝐇𝐈𝐌   ],    the    feeling    of    terror    simply    vanished.    a    polite    conversation    𝗲𝗻𝗴𝗮𝗴𝗲𝗱   by    herself    to    him.    as    the    events    unraveled    before    the    three    sisters,    three    brothers,    &    all    the    courts    with    the    war    against    hybern;    a    victory   &   long-awaited    peace.

𝐏𝐑𝐄𝐒𝐄𝐍𝐂𝐄    𝐎𝐅    𝐓𝐇𝐄    𝐒𝐇𝐀𝐃𝐎𝐖    𝐒𝐈𝐍𝐆𝐄𝐑,    he    was    the    one    who    had    made    elain    forget about greyson.    the    heartbreak    of    her   fiancee,   who    turned    a    ｂｌｉｎｄ    eye    in    𝓭𝓲𝓼𝓰𝓾𝓼𝓽    at    the    cauldron-made    body.    the    agony   that   𝕕𝕖𝕧𝕒𝕤𝕥𝕒𝕥𝕖𝕕    her    human    heart,    a    ˡᵒᵛᵉ    she'd    thought    she    would    never    have    𝗲𝘅𝗽𝗲𝗿𝗶𝗲𝗻𝗰𝗲𝗱   again,    til    now.                               an    embodiment    of    HADES    &    PERSPHONE.    darkness    &    fawn.

𝐘𝐄𝐀𝐑𝐍𝐈𝐍𝐆    𝐓𝐎𝐔𝐂𝐇    𝐎𝐅    𝐒𝐋𝐄𝐍𝐃𝐄𝐑    fingers,    confirmation    from    the    seer    to    spymaster.    intertwining    her    fingers    with    his    scarred hand.    never    flinching    away,    but    in    acceptance    &    never    seeing    it    𝓱𝓸𝓻𝓻𝓮𝓷𝓭𝓸𝓾𝓼    but    ｌｏｖｅｌｉｎｅｓｓ    itself.   beauty & the beast.   "    I    feel    the    same    way, "    she    spoke    softly,    doe-eyed    large    &    brimming    with    𝘁𝗲𝗻𝗱𝗲𝗿𝗻𝗲𝘀𝘀.    elain    took    his    hands    with    hers,    lifting    them    to    place    'pon    her    cheeks,    leaning    in    against    his    touch.    what    she    had    heard    from    others,    a    touch    of   [    𝐃𝐄𝐀𝐓𝐇    ];    coldness    that    coats    his    entire    flesh                               is    𝘸𝘢𝘳𝘮    towards    her.    &    only    her.    "    my    heart    beats    for    you.    only    you.    i    see    you    in    my    dreams,    azriel.    the    way    I    feel    towards    you    exceeds    that    of    greyson.    you    mean    more    to    me    than    you    think.    i    see    you,    I    love    you.    "

                              memes ° ⸻ @feyras

[deathsconsort]

“  i can stay, if you want.  ” ( from azriel )

the rapid beat of her heart was excruciatingly loud in her ears and she felt achingly cold. the air wasn’t chilled, the house always kept the rooms warm during this time of year. it was her insides that were freezing, teetering on the edge of frostbite. upon azriel waking her there was a light coating of frost on her tongue, her eyelashes dusted with hoarfrost. it didn’t take nesta very long to conclude what had happened; she had a nightmare that manifested the extremities of her powers and azriel was the one to wake her. her nightmares were sporadic and the cause of them could be any number of things.

this time she believes it’s because her, gwyn, and emerie are looking deeper into her powers together. the three spend endless hours in the library searching for any book that has information that could help them as well as experimenting with nesta’s magic in the library’s pit. so far there had been no books and nesta was sure one would never appear. as for her magic, she never delved too deep or pulled up a lot at once for fear of hurting her friends or the library. they needed to go somewhere else for that and nesta debated finding a place by herself so her friends weren't at risk.

that’s probably why in her nightmare tonight her biggest fears came to life, hurting and killing the ones she holds so dear. the tears on her cheeks had turned to ice…she hadn’t even realized she was crying. what if her nightmare wasn’t just a nightmare but a warning? dread coiled itself around her so tightly she felt as if she would vomit on her bed. azriel’s soothing voice was at her ear. it was him and his shadows that were able to pull her out tonight. she looks to him and she feels so small and afraid and she hates it, no amount of physical strength can stop her from being so terrified of her powers. she nods her head at azriel’s question. “please,” even to her own ears her voice sounds so frail. “i don’t think i can go back to sleep and i don’t want to be alone.”

[dhampyir]

a lightly plotted starter for @feyras

As rainstorms begin with a drizzle, so had his tears, and Adrian sat upon his father's throne, covering his mouth first to silence his way out of his grief - then his eyes, as to stop the downpour.

He doesn't know how he can live with himself now - knowing himself responsible for his own suffering. The father he knew had long died the moment his mother had - and yet the ache did not wean in his chest. He sobbed, cried, curled into himself, thinking to at least lay there for a long moment, the silent solitude broken only by his grief stricken, stuttered breathing.

That long moment had become a few hours, with the gentle sunset his companions had left him in eclipsing the long night alone to come.

He sniffed and stood from the throne. He can't lay here forever - as much as he'd like. He breathed deep as if to compose himself, closing his eyes tight then opened them again, wiping away the remnants of sorrow on his face to head down and secure the premises of any lingering threats. He keeps a steady hand upon the hilt of the silver blade strapped to his waist, his footfalls echoing through the empty halls of his home as he makes his way to make his final inspections of the castle grounds.

He swiveled on his heel the moment he heard the entrance clicking, and nearly draws his blade had the sweet scent of—

"Sypha?" He blubbers out — then catches himself, trying to compose himself at the very last moment. "Sypha— what are you— I thought you and Trevor were leaving." Is it so soon to imagine them?

[vihrago-a]

❛ i’m just saying, murder is an option. ❜ ( for stevie from aries )

a raised eyebrow.

❝ first off , i never said it wasn’t. i only suggested that we dont kill him just because i don’t feel like dealing with the aftermath! ❞

by aftermath she means potentially dealing with reinforcements after the fact. sure stevie had faith that they both could handle taking on many people. but at the same time , that was going to take a lot of effort and she didn’t want to risk either of them getting too injured. the target was ‘sitting’ on a particularly important set of incriminating documents regarding their client. cheating maybe? oh , maybe evidence of embezzling or cooperating with an opposing company? she was quite curious but frankly it wasn’t any of her business. their job was to retrieve the documents and leave. the client said the target could remain dead or alive based on the situation. so really , murder WAS an option. stevie rolls her shoulders back and allows for the duffel bag she brought with her to hit the floor.

❝ i’m assuming ill provide overwatch while you get down there and get your hands dirty? considering you have a weird , abject hatred to guns. i’ll make sure no one puts a knife in your back! ❞

[roseguided]

@feyras ASKED, ❛    go down .   go  down  on  my  muse . ( paul to chani )

𝐂𝐇𝐀𝐍𝐈 𝐍𝐄𝐕𝐄𝐑 𝐂𝐎𝐌𝐏𝐋𝐀𝐈𝐍𝐒 𝐀𝐁𝐎𝐔𝐓 𝐄𝐍𝐃𝐈𝐍𝐆 𝐔𝐏 in this position. she’s more than happy to lay on her back & open her legs for him . . to let his calloused fingers dig into her hips that are littered with stretch marks from leto. she relishes in the feeling of his lips against her warm skin as paul makes his decent to where he desires to be—the peppering of kisses along her collarbone , the way his mouth ghosts over her peaked nipples with special care to them. indulging her as he knows they are one of her more sensitive spots. & all the while paul’s hands roam , cherish , & brush against her skin in a way that often sends a shiver down her spine. ( she remembers the first time they ever saw one another. her perched with not even her blade drown as he pointed a gun toward her. the teasing , doubtful words that fell from her lips. the way he fought & won despite having never taken another life. fate seems funny in that sense to have lead her here. ) ; no matter how many times they lie together or take pleasure from each other chani would never tire of the way he makes her feel. of the connection it makes him feel with him, deepened by every touch or kiss or joining of the flesh. it felt holy , sometimes , sacred even. breath has grown laborious over town , legs thrown over his shoulders tighten slightly around the sides of paul’s head. hands make use of themselves in tangling in his hair to give a gentle , encouraging pull , every once and a while. another moan escapes the emperors wife, hips rolling themselves gently against the strokes & ministrations of paul’s tongue. ❛ just like that , ❜ the breaths in a breathy tone , eyes closed and out chin pointed toward the ceiling. ❛ oh, my love , you feel so good. ❜ she’ll gasp.