[ Her eyes flutter open as she indeed feels him tremor. They immediately go to his own where she offers a gentle smile. He has always struggled with allowing his passions to take him or not. Now, just as it has been with her, if he would rather wait then she can. Her statement seems to be answered as he guides her dress down with one hand his other to curl around the bow by her tail. Alkaid inhales sharply, visibly shivering at the feel of his fingers along her.
It truly has been far too long since she felt him.
Their time apart has numbered longer in months, but this small span of time apart has felt like an eternity. She leans back against him entirely with her fingers trailing along his clothed arm.
A new sort of thrill takes her as his fingers brush along the base of her tail. Her breathing quickens again. Butterflies feel as if they form in her stomach. The temptation to forgo the bath and simply melt into him pounds in her chest. The two-toned eyes raise to lock with his as their color darkens. She wished he might be comfortable enough to take the lead and do as he would wish. A part of her cannot help but feel her desire rise at the idea of him directing her and claiming her as his...
Once the bow is seen to on the back, she shimmies easily out of her dress when she focuses her wits. An easy kick is given to the dress to move it to the side. She still remains in her small clothes, but half turns in order to place both her hands on his chest.
She swallows the desire bubbling inside of her long enough to at least speak. Her eyes remain darkened and her tail moves to sit in his hand. She shivers again at the touch, but presses on ]
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It truly has been far too long since she felt him.
Their time apart has numbered longer in months, but this small span of time apart has felt like an eternity. She leans back against him entirely with her fingers trailing along his clothed arm.
A new sort of thrill takes her as his fingers brush along the base of her tail. Her breathing quickens again. Butterflies feel as if they form in her stomach. The temptation to forgo the bath and simply melt into him pounds in her chest. The two-toned eyes raise to lock with his as their color darkens. She wished he might be comfortable enough to take the lead and do as he would wish. A part of her cannot help but feel her desire rise at the idea of him directing her and claiming her as his...
Once the bow is seen to on the back, she shimmies easily out of her dress when she focuses her wits. An easy kick is given to the dress to move it to the side. She still remains in her small clothes, but half turns in order to place both her hands on his chest.
She swallows the desire bubbling inside of her long enough to at least speak. Her eyes remain darkened and her tail moves to sit in his hand. She shivers again at the touch, but presses on ]
Shall I finish seeing to my lord?