#int: evangeline donnelly

[cottoncandysoul]

@darkdcsire​ cont. from here! 

pretty sapphire orbs found him the moment he thundered into her father’s home in all of his robust, savior glory. he’d slain the fiend that’d been ravaging their forest for weeks now, keeping her family from wandering beyond the constructs of their land, which had left evangeline with an exorbitant amount of energy she had to rid herself of somehow. fiona had strongly advised against her thoughts, knowing the track her younger sister’s thoughts had taken as they both watched with idle curiosity while their father took the man into their home, fed him, watered him with ale. while their house is a modest, handsome building, there’s an extra room for them to spare, so of course her father invites him to stay - geralt, evangeline things his name is. they’d been introduced when he first entered the home before little girl’s weren’t allowed to be privy to the conversations of men any longer. 

so she waited, and watched, and only when she was certain everyone else had fallen into their sleep did she make her way his room. she offers herself to him (she’s no virgin, despite what she still leads her father to believe) and while the male seems as though he’s going to protest at first... by the time his hips are thrusting against her plump rear, they’re both lost to lust. evangeline has never felt any moment more intense than his rough thrusts, than his hand clamping down over her mouth to stave her sounds of pleasure as she reaches her peak. she’s so full of him, it’s a wonder she’d been able to take any of him considering the sheer size difference between them. being a slight, slender thing, she’s the smallest of her family, but oh- his cock feels glorious inside of her and it’s the rough, firm feel of his body against her back combined with the sharp thrusts of his hips that has her reaching for the precipice of her pleasure. she falls heavily, coating them both in the sticky aftermath of her orgasm and as she twitches through the euphoria. she wants to feel his own pleasure erupt against her womb, warm and... she pouts as he slows. she wants more. “i’m... i’m okay. you were perfect,” the redhead sighs with pleasure, shifting herself beneath him as he remains still inside of her. she’d apologize for seducing him if she wasn’t so pleasantly sated by the aftermath of pleasure humming in her veins. “do... would you like me to leave now?” she asks after another moment, peering over her bare shoulder at him, hating herself for the momentary bout of uncertainty. she’s not that girl, the unsure type, the apologetic type. never has been, never wants to be.

[cottoncandysoul]

open to m suggested connections: open to any, but it’s a werewolf verse, so there’s that? <3

        there’s something so fucking wrong about being controlled by her body’s biological response to a certain moon phase that leaves her panting - whining for touch. it’s stifling because only an alpha can satiate the need coursing through her veins. sharp teeth drag hard along her tongue, stilling the whine threatening to spill from pouting lips, even as her hands grab for him. why is he standing so fucking far away? it’s obnoxious, she thinks, and doesn’t know why she’s being forced to beg when her heat is effecting him almost as much as it’s effecting her. “are you really going to make me say it? i can’t... you know what i need so why are you being so difficult?” evangeline growls, freckles stark against the flush of want coloring her cheeks.