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💡Maelle from Clair Obscur, Secret Expedition #1
🕑 Added 2025-05-15 23:00:05 +0000 UTC⚠️Scene takes place years after the TV show events!
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🗒️Expedition Journal: Maelle
📆Date: Monolith Year 70, Day 15
We’ve been pushing hard since leaving Lumiere, the weight of our mission heavy on our shoulders. The Continent is as unforgiving as the stories warned, but today, we found a rare moment of respite. Our group decided to make a stop near a small oasis, its waters clear and inviting—a brief oasis of calm in this hostile land.
Gustave and I wandered off from the others, seeking a quiet spot to rest and talk. He’s been a steady presence since the expedition began, his sharp mind and quiet strength drawing me in. As we sat together behind a cluster of jagged rocks, our conversation turned personal. He spoke of his life before Lumiere, of dreams he once had, and of fears he now carries. I found myself sharing more than I intended—stories of my own past, hopes for what might lie ahead. There was a connection between us, something deeper than mere camaraderie.
The air grew warmer, charged with unspoken tension. Before long, we moved further away, to a secluded clearing hidden from view. The alien sky above us seemed to pulse with life, its strange constellations watching silently as we gave in to our desires.
I kissed him first, softly at first, then with growing urgency. His hands traced my body, sending shivers through me despite the heat. But I wanted more—I wanted to taste him, to feel him fully.
I knelt before him, my fingers deftly undoing his trousers. He was already hard, his arousal evident even in the dim light. I looked up at him, our eyes meeting, and saw the same hunger in his gaze that burned within me.
Taking him into my mouth, I savored every sensation—the smoothness of his skin, the heat of his shaft, the salty taste of his desire. My tongue explored him, tracing the veins along his length, teasing the sensitive tip. He let out a low groan, his hands gripping my hair gently, guiding but not controlling.
I set my own pace, starting slow, my head moving rhythmically as I took him deeper with each motion. His breathing grew ragged, his hips shifting slightly as he fought to maintain control. I varied my technique—sometimes sucking hard, hollowing my cheeks to draw him in; other times, licking gently, teasing him with soft flicks of my tongue. My hand joined in, stroking the base of his cock while my mouth worked the tip.
The sounds he made—soft moans, sharp intakes of breath—spurred me on. I could feel him swelling, his body tensing as he neared the edge. His grip on my hair tightened slightly, a silent plea for release.
But I wasn’t ready for it to end just yet. With a mischievous smile, I pulled back slightly, my hand still stroking him firmly. “Not yet,” I whispered, though my own desire was just as fierce.
His eyes widened, a mix of frustration and anticipation. I took him back into my mouth, sucking harder now, my movements faster and more insistent. His breaths came in short gasps, his control slipping.
Finally, when he could take no more, I felt him tense. “Maelle…” he gasped, but I knew what was coming. I pulled back just in time, my hand guiding him as he reached his peak.
The first spurt hit my forehead, warm and thick, followed by more streams across my cheeks and nose. Some landed on my lips, and I tasted him again, licking them clean. He watched, mesmerized, as his essence marked me, dripping down my skin.
I looked up at him, smiling despite the mess, feeling a strange sense of power and satisfaction. We stayed like that for a moment, catching our breaths, before cleaning up with water from our canteens. The laughter that followed was light, a brief reprieve from the weight of our journey.
This expedition is full of unknowns, dangers lurking at every turn. But for now, I’ll hold onto this memory—a moment of pure connection in a world that seems determined to break us.
End of Journal Entry
