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"If I'm as capable as you say, what does it matter what kind of beast you are?" Flora wonders a touch defiantly, and whether or not she's aware of the Pavlovian implications of what her hands are doing, the sharp pressure of her thumb gives way to the dull grating of her palm. She doesn't stop of course, but the star-bright pain was reserved only for when his mouth was against hers. For now, at least.
Resisting the urge to flop petulantly in Asta's arms and whine that she didn't want a discussion, she only wanted to fuck him right here and now, Flora instead takes a measured breath and tries to recall what Isla had told her previously about her inclinations as an ancient. "Like an insatiable hunger." She murmured softly, her body quivering for a moment in his arms if only because between the pair of them, hers required no convincing at all of what was to come and instead pleaded to feel his mouth against hers once more. "And not something that can be ignored. Isla..." The nearness of him, the heat from the pools, the fire the butcher had unknowingly kindled in her belly, all had the queen swallowing hard in an effort to keep herself from losing her train of thought in the honeyed blackness of the butcher's eyes. "...hunts. I suppose the other ancients have their own ways of satisfying it."
Resisting the urge to flop petulantly in Asta's arms and whine that she didn't want a discussion, she only wanted to fuck him right here and now, Flora instead takes a measured breath and tries to recall what Isla had told her previously about her inclinations as an ancient. "Like an insatiable hunger." She murmured softly, her body quivering for a moment in his arms if only because between the pair of them, hers required no convincing at all of what was to come and instead pleaded to feel his mouth against hers once more. "And not something that can be ignored. Isla..." The nearness of him, the heat from the pools, the fire the butcher had unknowingly kindled in her belly, all had the queen swallowing hard in an effort to keep herself from losing her train of thought in the honeyed blackness of the butcher's eyes. "...hunts. I suppose the other ancients have their own ways of satisfying it."
