To Drown in Sand

I can't fight this feeling. It's not in my head.

To love someone can hurt.

But it can be beautiful even when it does. It just depends on the kind of pain.

Sometimes, it's the pain of forgetting to put on oven mitts when pulling a fresh baked pizza from the oven. Others, the sharp pain of falling on your butt while your partner teaches you to ice skate.

But sometimes, the pain is too much.

Like when they leave you when they need you most....

All because loving you means work.

All because you can no longer sparkle under the flash of a million cameras.

All because someone who can make them look better comes around.

Sometimes love hurts.

And that... can be a real killer.

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Sebas continues to hold Carrismi in his lap, the two of them stuck in the moment. Sebas had been prepared to suffer in silence with the weight of his worries for all eternity if it meant she would stay. But to hear her brush off something so devastating, as if she didn't matter...

It hurt.

To serve her wasn't just to make her happy and protect her. It was to also show her the value at which they held her and to love her as she was meant to be loved. And he loved her, truly loved her. Sebas can't bear the thought of losing her like he lost her brother, his creator.Maybe it's just that primal part of him that can never be fully locked away, but it cries for him to comfort her. To hold her close and her let go. To keep her safe even from herself. To make her forget what was lost and to protect what is already gone.

He would gladly give up everything in his hoard for her, for while he lived in Nazarick, she was home.

For now, he can only hold her tighter as he lets the revelation sink in. He's oblivious to the effect he has on his mistress as he cages her with his arms, his body practically engulfing hers as her wings fall limply besides them.

Carrisimi becomes painfully aware of the shape of Sebas beneath his clothes the longer she sirs in his lap. A long forgotten heat stirs in her core as every breath pushes her breast further into Sebas's hands. Carrisimi's body acts without her, a mournful coo escaping her throat as she continues to heat up. The scent of her arousal peaks and finally registers to Sebas. He lets out a pained growl, the sound indicating his desire to mate. The scent of arousal makes it obvious that Carrisimi desires him but the underlying scent of nervousness says otherwise.The conflicting scents muddled his mind and he simply sticks his nose in the column of her throat to ground himself.

Carrisimi begins to panic at Sebas's reaction wiggling in his grip before freezing. Her srousal somehow spikes even more as Sebas's hardening length presses against her. Oh gods, he felt huge! Her eyes caught sight of the fabric still pooled around her waist and reminded her that her dress was still undone. She wanted nothing more than to turn around and let Sebas pull it-

No! Now was not the time!

She was a Supreme Being, the only one present within the Tomb. Momonga trusted her to take care of their people until he came back and she couldn't go losing her head over such a simple situation. She had to get the situation under control or she'd never be able to lead. With a firm resolve, Carrisimi somehow manages to pry Sebas's hands off her chest.

She's gentle as she pushes him away and hurries out of his lap. Her own hands move quickly to retie her dress and fix it as best as possible. The material is still wrinkly and her hair is a mess but at least she's covered.