There have always been things forbidden in life — for example, it was forbidden to steal, lie, kill, and sin.
Gods, it was forbidden to sin.
Raiden knew that — he knew how wrong it was to sin. He was epochs old, and gods above, he wished he could say he'd never sinned. The words that had left his mouth, the lives he'd taken, the things he'd said.
The body he held.
Raiden always willed himself not to sin, told himself he shouldn't, but why was it that every single time he laid eyes on her, he found her body under his.
Gasping.
Moaning.
Pleading for more.
Sinful words would leave their tongues in a heated dance at the end of every encounter, bodies clashing and hands roaming.
Even now, as Raiden lay over her, his hands on her hips to keep her steady as he drove himself inside of her, feeling her walls wrapping around her, he wished he could say he'd never sinned. With each thrust, he could feel her clench around him, keeping him deep inside of her where he rightfully belonged.
Her words were almost brainwashing his multi-epoch old mind, oh, her sweet, sweet words that spilled from her sweet, innocent tongue.
The way she pleaded.
"Raiden- Raiden, please."
The way she moaned for him.
"Oh gods, Raiden. I can't- Raiden."
And the way she came for him, her name in every moan.
"Raiden, I'm so close please. Please, Raiden."
Her nails dragged over his spine, leaving marks in their wake as her back arched into each of his thrusts. His hands, so pale and cold, squeezing her hips and thighs as he hit her cervix with wild abandon.
The way each time she reached up for him, he'd gladly lower himself to capture her lips with desperate fervor, their skin slapping together.
Whenever she'd ask for more, his hands would find her thighs and lift them, pushing them to her chest so he could hit her sweet spots so perfectly.
And gods above, when she came, she was gasping, each sound like a prayer as Raiden's name was lost within each one.
Ophelia wished she could say she never sinned.
Centuries old, she was the embodiment of pureness.
With her soft pale skin that was like silk to the touch, and her long brown hair that seemed to flow even from the smallest bit of wind.
Her brown eyes, owlish and full of innocence, and her lips, so full and soft.
She wished she could say she'd never sinned.
And yet every time she was with him.
"Gods, you're such a good girl for me."
Those words drove her wild.
"Look at you, so pretty taking me like that."
Every touch, every time her name left his tongue.
"Ophelia- just keep looking at me like that baby."
When she felt her thighs against her chest and her sweet spots being abused so perfectly, she could only scream his name as she gripped the sheets.
How was it that a woman so pure, a woman who'd never even dared to think about sex...
"You look so good from behind, baby."
Seemed to suddenly think about him in ways she never dared to.
And how was it that a man who had seen epochs tried to be good...
"Raiden, please."
Sinned every time he was with her.
Gods, they wish they could say they never sinned.
