I'm a cute huge yacht

we show off our different scarlet letters

"Something else we both have in common, mm?" Flora hums affectionately, her gaze sultry and warm in the glow of the candles.

While the queen might not possess any of the predatory instincts that her parents and the man whom she's curled around literally do, that doesn't change the fact that she's able to temper her pressure in time with the quickening of Asta's heart or how her eyes are intentionally focusing on the change in the size of his pupils or the shape of his mouth. One didn't need to eat people or even be a hunter to be skilled in the chase, and gods but if this wasn't Flora's favourite part of the entire game.

Having never had a tail coiled around her before, Flora finds the sensation utterly undescribable, and as the butcher's large hands fit around the small of her back, it's the queen's turn to have her breath catch in her throat. Blood rushes into her cheeks before banding across her nose such that the resulting contrast with her eyes made them look all the more blue for the flare of heat.

"No, you didn't, did you?" Flora agrees with a crooked smile. Because I closed the thread before you could. "I suppose now will just have to do." So saying, the Doubletake switches from using the heel of her hand to her thumb again so that the pressure might be that much more focused and intense. Waiting for another one of those heated grunts to leave his lips, Flora will lean forward to capture it against her own as if entitled to the sound. Arching her back into his hands, the muscles of her stomach taut between the coil of his tail and her hips pressed down against his own, with her lips as much as her hands she sought to feel the roughening of his accent this time in response to the pain, rather than simply hearing it.