"You're not?" She could poke fun now at least, since the danger had passed. Having him rub at her sex, press his fingers into her, she knew that feeling from before. It was easier to relax against him and move her hips at his encouragement. The more he offered her attention, the more she was able to breathe and sigh, granting him the sounds that he had asked of her. She wouldn't scream (yet), but she was gasping and small little mewls of pleasure escaped her lips.
Her breasts rose and fell as he started to bring that pressure to life. She only needed to close her eyes and she was back in that secret chamber, where the candlelight from the council room created lattice artwork against her skin.
Arms wrapped about his shoulders, trembling from nerves were replaced by building desire. "It does," she granted him, her voice quavering. If it was a constant game of dominance between them, he took that dominance in a much preferred way. What horse didn't love gentle touches before it was tamed?
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Date: 2022-08-26 05:41 pm (UTC)Her breasts rose and fell as he started to bring that pressure to life. She only needed to close her eyes and she was back in that secret chamber, where the candlelight from the council room created lattice artwork against her skin.
Arms wrapped about his shoulders, trembling from nerves were replaced by building desire. "It does," she granted him, her voice quavering. If it was a constant game of dominance between them, he took that dominance in a much preferred way. What horse didn't love gentle touches before it was tamed?
"Do you find these noises more to your liking?"