Moonspear ᵐᵗᵐᵖʰ dornröschen (mtr.)

unsleepy sunday post #2 smh

Much later would they languish and be lain together;
but as of present, she had wilted to wax; weak;
marveling with a chordless moan as he had marveled at the mouth it means to falter from. The stricken aches to let thinned hips swell and fall within the lock of his own—! but all she is enabled to do is to hold herself poised beneath her bewitcher, when her very figure wishes to writhe for him as he claims and claims and claims her
and her shorn cheek is pressed now into loam and leaves and Andraste is as helpless and as hopeless as she had only made him to be moments ago and
she cannot swear, cannot speak his name cannot, shiver within his arms in the manner she wishes to plea to; cannot sound all that he has wrought upon her but can only let her galvanized golem to spread her and see her ruined, ravished features as he holds those gaunt hips up for only himself—!
and the druid is aching aching aching for the coming of it all, of him within her and herself upon him and she arcs, breathless beneath him, pleading how she does not want her release yet but all incoherent desires upon her tongue are wrenched from her as he conducts his own melody from her very throat; and by his measure she finally heaves her quivering hips into his own with simmering and strained sighs;
and by his own order vents herself upon him— and again! unbidden—

Yes; later would they lie and listen together;
but as of present he utterly unravels her.