ruinations | bloodtithe: Kell

Kell had been reading in the dim light of the lamp, but as the noise began to start, he got to his feet. He didn't expect the others to come directly to the fire, and he hadn't heard Neria in his head quite yet-

He expected to be given a warning.

As the flap of the tent rustled open, Kell open his mouth, ready to greet Hakkyuu, and instead found his arms full, rather suddenly, of Neria.

Automatically he closed his arms around her, held on tightly as her grip pressed him to gasping, and pressed his cheek against hers.

"Neria," he answered, her name something like a whispered prayer. His fingers closed on her cloak, refusing the let her go.

No warning this time. She hadn't wanted to ruin the surprise, the moment when Kell had stared incredulously at her.

Neria pressed close, her nose brushing his jaw, like a needy cat wanting affection. He was so blessedly warm, she though she might weep just from the overwhelming emotions in her chest. She was back with them, back with him, and things could only get better now. Her hands closed around him, one in the back of his tunic, the other near the ends of his hair.

"Kell," she whispered, elated. Her mind voice was quiet but couldn't seem to stop talking, too excited, too pleased--

I'm back, I'm back, I've missed you so much, you're so warm, Maker's breath, don't ever let me leave again...

She shuddered out a breath that might have been a laugh, feeling foolish. She released him for just a moment so she could pull him, look him in the face. Her hands cupped his cheek. "Maker's breath, you're the best thing I've seen in days," she admitted, smiling enough for her cheeks to hurt.

"Neria," Kell whispered back, his voice straining at the edges, on the cusp of breaking, a deep and heavy and warm peace settling in his chest as he leaned slightly forward, tucking her more firmly against him, a hand in the small of her back.

It was an intimate hold, but he wasn't thinking of it. He wanted her as close as they could possibly get.

When she pulled back from him he stopped holding on quite so tightly, enough to focus on her face, and her heartfelt, familiar smile called up one of his own; perhaps the first real, full one since his death.

"Likewise," he responded, still a bit breathless from her tight squeezing, caught up in just... for a moment, looking at her.

It felt too good to be near him. Her mind against his, even these long nights... It wasn't the same as being in his arms. They'd only ever embraced a few times and it hadn't been like this, she realized, belatedly. And regretted the loss of that closeness when she had purposely pulled away to touch his face.

But her smile was too warm, too fond, to properly hide anything. Not from Kell, not today. Her fingers ghosted over his cheek, as if not believing he was real.

She tipped her head forward, impulse overtaking her. She kissed him just to one corner of his mouth, an arm around his shoulders to keep him close in an embrace.

Neria's lips were soft. Sudden. Too much, and not enough. A shock and something that felt like the pull of gravity.

Kell's lips were parted against hers in surprise, but as she eased away, his arm tightened around her waist, pulled her urgently closer.

He had kissed her hand, ages past, in the wake of battle. Back then it had been a simple thank-you far more than an overture, but her reaction had cooled the impulse to press for anything further, had made him take a step back, had made him content with their friendship.

Perhaps this had been simply happiness, caught up in the moment, the excitement of seeing him again.

Kell lifted one hand to touch his fingertips to her cheek, mismatched eyes searching hers, mouth just inches away.

He leaned in, and his kiss was not indirect.

It was...impulsive and in the scant few seconds that followed, she regretted it. Regretted being too much, pushing Kell for more. And her gaze went unfocused in that brief moment, the smile briefly fading. Her thoughts pulled away from him. Stupid, so stupid--

Kell reached up and brushed her cheek and Neria turned her head to him, into his fingers, wanting to apologize.

He kissed her instead.

Her eyes went wide, flying open, too many thoughts coming to a screeching halt. Seconds ticked by. A heartbeat, two.

And then Neria canted her head just slightly to kiss him back. The first press was tentative, not uncertain so much as testing, seeing if this was all right. Neria parted from him, not even inches separating them as she sucked in a breath. She kissed him again, warmer, direct. An answer.

It was more than all right.

Kell opened for her, even with the tentative press, his newly-healed heart pounding against the inside of his ribcage, the taste of her lips on his. She tasted faintly of her magic, the prickling warmth that always seemed to come with her touch on his bare skin.

The fingers on her cheek slid into her hair, gripped it as the warmth slid to an edge of desperation, of too many things left too long, of closeness left unfinished. His nails slid faintly against her scalp, the touch of his tongue against her lower lip.

Message received.

Kell did not deter her or seem to take her initial hesitation poorly. The scent of lilacs washed over her as he gripped her hair, the motion coaxing a sound out of her that she truly hadn't meant to allow. It was a sound of appreciation, of want, his touch warming her so quickly. The tips of her ears turned a deep red, hidden in much of her hair. Too much, too fast--

But she wanted it. Wanted him. Did not care how fast this was moving.

She opened her mouth for him, tongue touching his, her hand finding the back of his head and threading into the ends of his red hair. Neria pressed closer, craving his warmth.

The low, soft noise shivered through him, and all sense of hesitation shattered.

It was fast, but in some sense, they'd been waiting to do this far longer than they should have. Kell held no doubt that Neria would stop him if they pressed too far. Trusted her -- far more than he had those in the past.

It didn't have to mean anything, but it did.

As Neria pressed closer, Kell enveloped her in his arms, opening up and tearing down what little walls remained between them, laying himself open for her. Letting her as close as she liked.

She would need to breathe before he did.

Kell tucked her in close and she almost felt the walls coming down, as he'd done before for her. She slipped inside and wrapped herself around him, too content to be completely entwined with Kell in that moment. In truth, she could do little else. He would feel her there, pressed to him, warmth and strength and solidity (and want).

But she had forgotten he did not need to breathe. It never occurred to her, not when he was still talking, still moving, still cognizant. The thoughts of Kell's death fled from her when his arms slipped around her. Her tongue brushed over the roof of his mouth, a fleeting gesture, and then she needed to part so she could drag a steadying breath into her lungs.

That close, Neria needed to only tip her gaze upward to look him in the eyes. Their mouths were too close. The temptation to keep kissing him was too much.

"If you don't tell me to stop," she breathed, "I'm not going to."

A final chance to tell her this was enough, even if she felt she already knew the answer.

Kell did not immediately open his eyes when Neria parted from him, but when he did it was as though he were coming awake. Despite the burning in his blood he felt relaxed.

"Good," he answered, his voice low and catching, a hint of something wicked at the corner of his mouth.

He leaned in closer, not quite kissing, as if he could tempt her into taking advantage of him.

(This would not last long.)

There was a sharp inhale in that space, fractionally small. Neria's gaze flicked up to his face only once.

Then, with intimate care, she brought both hands up to his face. Her thumbs drifted over his cheeks, impossibly tender, as she closed the gap once more, too tempted to pull away now. But her fingers, curving past his cheeks and into his hair, latched tightly in juxtaposition to that softer touch, encouraging.

Neria kissed him with fervency this time, with relief that he had given her verbal permission, and did not let go.

Kell's heart came up to somewhere in his throat, frantically beat somewhere in his neck as Neria touched him like that, as if he were something precious to her.

It was as much of a shock as the kiss was, a keening ache in his chest as the playfulness fell away, as he pressed back into the kiss. It wasn't close enough.

Nothing felt close enough, not with the pressing warmth in his chest, the tingling heat of his scalp, and how Neria gripped his hair. He bit down just a touch harder than he meant to on her lower lip, forgetting, in his eagerness, to be gentle. Soothed it with a flick of his tongue.

He had never just kissed someone like this, concentrating on the intimacy of it, the closeness. There was sex in it, an undercurrent of the heat and need, but it was... more. Far more than just that.

Kell was fire and warmth and everything in between, enticing beneath her fingers, but someone she wanted to hold close. Someone important to her, beyond a great deal of others. It did not wholly register in a conscious way but her thumbs swept over his cheeks in something akin to adoration, fondness. There was no hiding it.

He bit down on her lip and though she briefly winced, he chased the hurt away and she felt he might shy away now. Neria tilted her head, swiping her tongue over his lower lip, the shyness gone.

A hand briefly untangled from his hair with some reluctance. Kell would feel a shift of fabric and the sound of something hitting the floor as Neria did away with her cloak. If nothing else, there was no point in keeping that on, when she wasn't going anywhere. Her hand returned, initially gentle again, sweeping back into his red hair and tangling fingers there once more. Her lips closed around his lower one, tugging, inviting.

You're not going to hurt me, she whispered. Promise.

As the cloak around Neria's shoulders unhitched, fell to the floor of the tent with a thick ruffle of cloth, something in Kell came similarly undone.

He wrapped his arms around her waist, fastened his fingers in the bottom of her shirt, and he leaned into the kiss, holding her so she wouldn't fall -- they were going to fall. They were if they kept this up, and-

Kell came up suddenly, hair askew, cheeks flushed, lips kiss-darkened and shiny. Took a step back, until the back of his boots hit the cot. It wasn't much, but it would keep them from the floor.

Come here, he murmured in her mind, relishing the fact that he did not have to speak aloud. Reached up to pop the clasp of his cloak. It swept from his shoulders to the floor, leaving the coat she knew so well beneath, every button done up.

Far too many buttons.

Kell was a sight when they parted. Neria's eyes were wide, taking him in, and she did not hold back the faintest hint of a smile on her lips. She followed him, letting his fingers catch in her tunic, and almost started back in when he tugged off the cloak.

His coat was beneath it. She always admired it and its different colors.

But the buttons...

Neria made a sound in her throat, half-laugh, half-sigh, and she dipped her head to brush her lips over Kell's jaw, just beneath his ear. "The last time I needed to get someone out of clothes quickly, I burned their shirt." Her fingers delicately worked on the buttons, one by one, agonizingly slow for the thinly veiled threat she spoke to his skin. "Right down the middle." Not the coat. She wouldn't do that; that'd be completely unforgivable.

But as just the top of Kell's skin came exposed, more of his throat, she let her mouth trail down just as slowly, paying attention to every small bit of him that she found. Each piece of Kell she discovered was as precious to her as the last.

Even if it was just a brush of her lips, the soft skin beneath his ear was a sensitive place, and Kell shuddered, even as he admission surprised a laugh out of him. Just a breath at first, but then something that caught, warm and deep, fizzling out as her mouth found his throat, his collarbone, his upper chest.

Though he ached to tangle his fingers into her hair, he instead helped her but undoing the buttons from the bottom of his coat up, unable to ignore the way her mouth felt on his skin.

"Will you burn yours?" he asked, half in jest, and as the last of the buttons came free he shrugged it off, without a care for where it fell, tangling a thumb into the tie of his tunic to give it a good tug.

The movement exposed the silver scar over his heart, the same one she'd laid a hand over what seemed lifetimes ago. There was no trace of that fist, or any other scars.

Kell reached out, tipped Neria's chin up with a fingertip.

"Or shall I take them off for you?"

Her laugh echoed his, breathy, just a ghost of a sound against his collar. "If I had more to spare," she teased, and actually contemplated the loss of a single shirt if it meant calling his bluff. But she'd need it to slip back into her own tent later, no matter where this ended up, so she left the implication where it was.

As more of Kell was shown to her, her eyes found that silver scar again. Her fingers sought it out, the gesture far gentler than she'd shown so far, just the tips of her fingers brushing over it. No other scars, nothing. It was as if nothing had happened since she left.

It occurred to her, in that moment, that beneath her fingers, Kell's heart was beating. He was warm. Had he even truly died?

His touch guided her focus back to his face. The smile returned easily, warmed by the suggestion. "If you promise to make sure I don't get cold."

Kell shivered as Neria's fingers slid over the scar, the connection, the magic, and so recently, the moral wound. There was no trace of it now. No scar to say where the first had been, where his heart had torn free, lungs ripped.

It was a sobering distraction, and his smile faltered, but the warmth didn't fade. Kell pressed into her hand, the full push of his chest against her palm, the magnetism that came so easily with her.

So naturally.

"I can," he answered, running his finger against her cheek, catching her eyes to remind her. He was warm.

Kell closed the distance, leaned in, and touched their foreheads together, found the edge of her tunic, pulled it up and off.

Neria's hand flattened against his chest as he pressed closer, meeting her gaze. Warm, alive. That was all that mattered. She remembered in the dark of that night how she might have lost him and never known, how their goodbye would truly have been the final words they would have said to each other.

Her thumb brushed over the scar. With care, she went up on her toes to keep their foreheads together just a moment longer, her eyes on his.

It was with some reluctance that she pulled away so he could slip her tunic off. Beneath was a simple camisole, just another layer to keep the chill out, which she helped him to discard as well. The band around her breasts was all that was left, tied in the front. She did not give him the opportunity to undo them so easily.

Instead, Neria stepped closer, pulled in by Kell's warmth and the simple draw of him, the desire not to be parted again. She tipped her head up to kiss him again, a slow and languid press of her lips.

Kell had never done this with tenderness. Sex was more an itch to be scratched than an expression of intimacy, and Neria's closeness felt like a promise. Kell kept waiting for something in him to rise up uncomfortably, to push him back, to slow him, and nothing did.

He waited for the heat to falter and the spark to die, or for the flames to burn the ache in his heart away and leave this as one more time, and it didn't happen. Instead, her camisole hit the floor, her lips on his, her softly rounded chest against his own, and Kell lost his breath.

Wrapped his arms around her and held her closer, fingertips tangling in the band, pressing under it to feel more of her skin. With slow kisses and slower touches of tongue, Kell sank down and onto the cot, drawing Neria with him and into his lap. His hands left off the small of her back to smooth along her thighs, guiding her into straddling him.

A sigh slipped out of her as Kell tugged her closer, warm hands roaming up her back. She tilted into them just slightly, unconscious, as his fingers found the deep grooves in her back, the scars there. Three, long and jagged, from just beneath her right shoulder to her left him. There was no shame in the touch; she did not pull away. But she forgot, sometimes, what it felt like for someone to touch her in a place full of so many memories and so much pain.

Her breath coming out as a brief shudder, she leaned in to kiss him again, nibbling for just a moment at his lower lip. Kell coaxed her to follow him down, down, down, until he'd gone to sit on the cot with her over his legs, straddling his hips. There was red on her face now, in the points of her ears that were nearly hidden by the fall of her hair. None of this was new to her. But...it was Kell. Kell, who she wound closer to in increments these few months, and who drew her into his orbit so easily.

Hands going up to his face, she bent to kiss him again. The heat was back, her tongue sliding over his lower lip. Fingers drifted down over his throat, down to his shoulder, kneading there.

Kell's fingers slowed as they encountered her scars, trailing slowly along the place where scar tissue met skin. He shuddered, just barely, as she worked her fingers over his skin. His throat was sensitive, his shoulders tight, and every time her chest brushed his, he lost his breath.

Making a low sound against her mouth, Kell slid his fingers up Neria's thighs, gripping and pulling her flush against him, where she'd be able to feel him hard, under her.

As the pressure of her body settled, Kell drew in his breath in a hiss, bit down lightly on her lower lip.

It was no surprise to her. Neria had seen the proverbial weight. Her fingers kneaded gently, coaxing, letting him come apart as slow as he wished. She wasn't going anywhere, not without him, not tonight. Her arms went around his shoulders, wrapping him up as he drew her closer still, 'til there was nothing left between them.

Flush to him, she exhaled something too quiet to be called a groan. But he answered her and she smiled, even through the bite, and she tipped her head to give him more of her mouth.

His want was apparent between them and she did nothing to try to hide the fact that she knew. Neria rocked very slowly, very gently against him, keeping her body tipped against his. Her forehead brushed his own as she slid her hands down his back, fingertips warmed with fire magic to ghost along his skin.

Kell opened his mouth with another low, catching sound and Neria rolled her body against his, unable to keep quiet, especially as she started in with her magic, licking along his nerves, stiffening the muscles in a wave.

With anyone else he might have pushed, might have hurried this along, might have rushed through it. Instead he wrapped his arms around her waist, rocking his hips up with every push of hers, making sure that the hardness of his length through his pants pushed precisely against the crux of her thighs, where she was warmest.

Fire magic could not surround his fingers, could not be the echo of hers. But he ran his fingers up the nape of her neck, underneath her hair, then into it, gripping as he pressed hungrily up and into the kiss.

"Skin," Kell whispered, caught between request and command and beg, "on skin."

It was not fast but there was a surfeit to the intensity Kell offered. His body moved against hers, evident in his want. Neria's breath caught in her throat as she rocked against him, wanting more. He had her waist and then his fingers were in her hair. He gripped and she groaned against his mouth, pushing back, wanting more.

Too much and not enough.

She felt the sentiment echoed in his words and she smiled, kissed him soundly, capturing the way he pleaded.

"I need to move...for that," she whispered back, but was already fumbling with her belt, shoving it off. Her hand ducked between them, looking for the laces of his trousers.

"Mmmh-"

Neria's lips cut off the words, and he made a low, needing noise against her skin, fingers tangling in the band across her breasts, giving it a tug undone. He gave a low hiss as her fingers rubbed over the front of his trousers, pulled at the laces, loosened the restrictive press around his cock.

Kell tipped his head down, forehead against hers as she worked him free. Their fingers bumped together as he worked her laces open, helped her push her belt off.

With a slow smile he reached up to hook his fingers on either side of her leggings, starting to help work them down.

That last shred of fabric fell away from her chest and she trembled, breath whispering out of her. The passing of his fingers over her skin worked a brief shiver from her, though she did her best to stay the course. Her hands found his laces, worked him free, even as she felt him doing the same for her.

Neria's forehead remained against his as long as possible, basking in his warmth, in the smile Kell gave her as he tugged at her trousers. She wanted to kiss his mouth again, feel that smile with her lips... She barely withheld from the temptation, but her gaze strayed overlong, fixed there. With some reluctance, she parted from him only enough to tilt herself back, letting him drag her leggings down as far as he wished.

"All off?" she asked quietly, her hands pushing his own trousers down over the tops of his hips. Her hands remained there a moment, thumbs stroking over soft skin. "Or...?"

Dragging the leggings down her thighs, Kell caught his breath as he realized she'd need to stand up, move off of him to get completely bare -- but the way she was straddling him put them in near direct contact.

And the way she was tilted back gave him an unobstructed view of her. It made his breath catch just as surely as the way her thumbs slotted into the soft skin just inside his hipbones, finding his sensitive spots as easily as breathing.

"That would depend," he answered, reaching out to pull her closer, slotting them together as his lips brushed one pointed ear, "on whether you want to be able to wrap your legs around my waist while I'm in you."

As he spoke he deliberately pressed up against her, the front of his trousers straining against her bare, wet skin.

If she worked them down far enough, they could do it just like this.

It was a tangle of garments now, the cold threatening the creep in even with the intense heat of contact with Kell's body, with their bodies so close. Neria was nearly completely exposed now, throat flushed a deep scarlet on her dark skin beneath the intensity of his gaze. Kell drew her in close and her heart tumbled through the beats, stuttering in her chest.

The sound she made as his lips brushed her ear was lewd, a growled groan she could not fully suppress. He pushed up against her, a reminder of how close, how easy it would be to shove her trousers down just a little further...

Neria's breath caught. When she tipped her head to him, her eyes were bright in the darkness, and she brushed her cheek to his in a nuzzle.

Her lips - and teeth - found his ear. Gave it a brief tug.

"Tease," she hissed, and her lips found the hollow beneath his ear only moments before she tugged away to unwind herself. The trousers came off completely, no matter the chill.

Kell promised to keep her warm.

Neria was quick, efficient. Found her way back into his lap in near record time, her lips finding his insistently.

"Ah--"

Apparently, his ear was a sensitive point, along with the side of his neck, the soft skin immediately behind it. The way she pushed against him had her breasts brushing against his chest, and he nearly lost his train of thought entirely.

"Me?" he growled back, suddenly flustered, and his eyes widened as she withdrew, eyes caught on every inch of exposed skin, her dark hair reflecting the lamplight.

Sanct.

Kell fumbled with his own trousers as Neria straddled him again, just barely had worked himself free enough to press against her thigh when she pressed up against him, muffling his stuttered sound with her mouth. He reached up, gripped her hips to press them flush together, deliciously bare.

They slid together decidedly more easily now, and as the length of his cock slid along her slit, Kell's breathing stuttered against her lips.

He looked good like that, all flushed and stuttering, tipped just slightly out of pace in the dance they were doing together.

Neria smiled, a sharp expression against his lips. She heard his breath catch as she slid back against him, and as he pulled her in close by the hips, she gasped softly. They were nicely aligned now, the hardness of him sliding along her slit, and she trembled with want. Couldn't quite catch her breath with it all.

She parted from his lips just enough to look into Kell's mismatched eyes. Her hands cupped his face. For all the intensity, the heat, her touch was gentle as her fingers fell lower, over his throat and his shoulders, back up and into the ends of his hair.

He really was very handsome to her. Beautiful, even, in his own way, and always precious to her.

As she rocked against him, trapping his cock between their bodies, she whispered his name against his mouth. It was a sound of want and wonder both, as Neria's thoughts began and ended with Kell Maresh in that moment.

It was a side of him few people saw.

Kell's mouth caught Neria's as she trembled, worked his hands against her hips to amplify the intensity of the way she rocked against him, measuring time in warm breath and the way their bodies warmed the inside of the tent.

Under her fingers he broke down, little by little, leaned into her touch like a man starved. As she worked her body against him, a tease of how it would be around him, Kell reached up to cup her cheeks and work her into a slowly, deeper kiss.

As he did, the slide of their bodies happened align, and the blunt head of his cock pushed against her, angled in -- and Kell gasped sharply.

"Neria," he whispered, voice hoarse. "Please."

She fell into the kiss with abandon, all other thoughts completely discarded in favor of the sensations she had with him. The ache, the want, the rampant desire...and something deeper, she realized, with some faint cognizance she thought had been discarded.

Neria did not think to chase those thoughts. Kell had her complete attention in the cant of his body, in his warmth. In his hands at her face, the kiss that threatened to drown her.

He pulled them closer, so much that he could have simply slipped inside her, and her breath stuttered against his lips. Kell begged her and she was lost.

"Yes," she mumbled, fingers tight in the ends of his hair. "Yes." It took so little to tip herself up onto her knees just so, just so they fit together once more. A simple rock of her hips started to draw him in and she bit down on the sound that nearly slipped out, and Neria let him guide her down to how he wished to have her.

Neria's lips on his, her fingers in his hair, nothing could muffle the low sound that escaped him as she sank down on him, engulfing him into her tight, wet heat.

Wordless, he gripped her hips to pull her closer to him, deep as he could, her clit grinding up against his body as he fought to maintain control of himself. To not spill her onto the bed and see if he could make her cry out and-

And then he was moving, angling his hips to grind up and into her, despite the angle.

The sound Kell pressed against her mouth worked a shiver up her spine, had her hissing softly against his lips. He slipped into her and her breath caught. For several moments, Neria forgot how to breathe, fixated on the feeling of his hands on her hips, gripping tight enough that she could feel the tremor of need in them.

He pressed up, deeper into her, grinding, and the sound that spilled out was a gasp and a groan both. Neria's hands gripped his shoulders, lips parting from his as she trembled a moment.

"Oh," she gasped, pressing back, chasing the roll of his hips for more.

Kell gave a wordless groan as Neria ground into him, rubbing their hips together, taking him so deep he couldn't immediately think. Instead of faltering he wrapped one arm around her waist and held her there, deep and aching, him giving a heavy twitch inside of her.

"Was that a good place?" he asked, his lips pressed against her ear to whisper as he again began to move. Short, deep strokes, rubbing them together with every minuscule movement.

Words seemed impossible for several moments as she felt him keenly. Kell held her there, not allowing her to move, and everything felt too tight, too strained, enough to make her dizzy already. As he leaned in, she nuzzled him almost helplessly, her ear terribly sensitive to the warmth of his breath.

"Yes," was what she managed, even as he moved. She wanted so much that she simply fell into the rhythm he coaxed from her for the time being. Her fingers were digging into his shoulders until she remembered to move them. Neria stroked down Kell's chest, gave him tipped points of heat when her thoughts managed to catch up to her. "Just like that," she encouraged, kissing by his ear. She kept her body pressed to his as often as she could, unable to part from Kell for too long.

Staying so close together limited their movements, but Kell found that he wanted as much skin on skin as possible -- and more than that, wanted to be as close as possible. He wrapped both arms around Neria and pulled her closer to him, breathing stuttering in her ear as the magic, her magic, snapped between them. Every spark heightened his sensitivity.

The position was limited, but allowed them a closeness they might not have otherwise managed, and every time he felt her body stiffen against his, felt her clench around him, Kell came perilously close to losing control.

Instead of keeping her movements constrained, he arched into them, worked his hands onto her hips to help her keep pace, help her ride him as she liked.

She smiled against the side of his head, pleased to catch him off guard in one way tonight. Neria nuzzled him, kissed his hair, near his ear, as he pulled her in and guided her hips. They were limited in how they could move, yes, but they moved nearly as one. Knees digging into the cot, she rode Kell, head bent in close, her breath coming quickly against his neck.

It wasn't overly long before it was difficult to maintain the magic at her hands. She tried valiantly, alternating to the very faint tingle of lightning magic, but as she felt her control slipping... Neria shuttered her magic, snuffing it out with reluctance. A hand came up around the back of Kell's neck, needing a lifeline as she tightened. Barely held on to her threadbare will, her body shuddering, clenching down.

With a puff of breath, she pressed her forehead to his shoulder, voice coming in quiet gasps. She took the moment to grind down against him until she saw stars. "Kell--" she groaned quietly, close to begging. It was a warning. She wouldn't last much longer.

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