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The vibration of his lips against hers as his moan shivered against her mouth, has Flora blazing just as surely as if he'd thrown her into the bonfire in the center of the Grounds in order to bring them here. Had she thought the moment would allow it, Flora might have paused in order to carefully fold the garment he'd been wearing, alas, as soon as his skin was bared to her wandering fingers, Flora was helpless against the exploration of her hands against his back. Tracing new lines of torture that she could feel but not see, The queen relentlessly worked against the horrors once done to the butcher, that their presence might now bring him pleasure instead of the agony once inflicted upon him.
Moaning sharply against his lips as he grasped her thigh, possessiveness surely doing to her what a few drops of blood did for him, the queen tensed her thighs around him before parting with whine cut off in the back of her throat. Panting harder than he was, or perhaps just not trying to restrain it, Flora's eyes, while not the near black of Asta's had darkened to the sort of blue that heralded freezing waters and sudden riptides. In another place and time she might have bantered with him, playfully asked what he'd do if she didn't or otherwise imply that perhaps he should worry about her. Instead, the Doubletake did a quick mental calculus, pairing the danger she thought she was in against the danger she could do with a blade held to the butcher's throat and found herself in the black. "Deal," she replied, her voice soft but confident as she tilted her head to the side where his thumb was pressed against her jaw and smiled against it.
Letting her nails scratch up his back until she could fit her palms against his shoulders, Flora would try to press him back against the stone, softly at first but her touch would grow insistent if he tried to resist. Letting herself shift to the side slightly but with one leg tangled over his that she might not lose the insistent press of his fingers, Flora let one arm curl beneath Asta's neck so that her thumb could stray toward his lower lip as the other hand slunk down the length of his torso before slipping beneath his waistband. "Let me make you hard," She whispered, pressing against his mouth with her thumb rather than her own lips in order to grate the pad of her finger against his bottom teeth at the same time as her fingers grasped his arousal.
Moaning sharply against his lips as he grasped her thigh, possessiveness surely doing to her what a few drops of blood did for him, the queen tensed her thighs around him before parting with whine cut off in the back of her throat. Panting harder than he was, or perhaps just not trying to restrain it, Flora's eyes, while not the near black of Asta's had darkened to the sort of blue that heralded freezing waters and sudden riptides. In another place and time she might have bantered with him, playfully asked what he'd do if she didn't or otherwise imply that perhaps he should worry about her. Instead, the Doubletake did a quick mental calculus, pairing the danger she thought she was in against the danger she could do with a blade held to the butcher's throat and found herself in the black. "Deal," she replied, her voice soft but confident as she tilted her head to the side where his thumb was pressed against her jaw and smiled against it.
Letting her nails scratch up his back until she could fit her palms against his shoulders, Flora would try to press him back against the stone, softly at first but her touch would grow insistent if he tried to resist. Letting herself shift to the side slightly but with one leg tangled over his that she might not lose the insistent press of his fingers, Flora let one arm curl beneath Asta's neck so that her thumb could stray toward his lower lip as the other hand slunk down the length of his torso before slipping beneath his waistband. "Let me make you hard," She whispered, pressing against his mouth with her thumb rather than her own lips in order to grate the pad of her finger against his bottom teeth at the same time as her fingers grasped his arousal.
