// smile like you mean it //
He might have been more inclined to allow her to fold the shirt, had there not been the iron crimson involved with her tongue against his teeth. It had done a great job of completely zeroing in his focus to her and nothing else, not even the flickering candles nearby, nor the way the hot springs lap against the edge of the water they sit beside, nor the sweat that has already beaded up on the Doubletake’s body from the heat.
Instead, he suggests a deal, and as she meets his gaze and he succumbs to the cut off whine in her throat and the dark shadows of desire in her own gaze, his smirk blooms even brighter to hear her soft and confident voice, to watch as she tilts her beautiful face into where his thumb presses against her jaw. Her hands map along the scar tissue to his back in well-practiced motions, despite this being the first time she’s ever seen them crisscross his skin, and it’s enough of a distraction that he can unwind his tail around her and allow her to press him back against the stone. It does take her some work to get him to concede, however, losing a semblance of control in this situation was not one that the butcher took to easily.
The butcher props up on an elbow, his other hand still pressing against those marks left against her strong thigh, and with the combination of both of her hands moving to offer him pleasure in more than one way, gods it feels like a lightning strike blooms through his spine. A sharp inhale of a sound passes through his lips, parting them for Flora’s thumb as she rakes the pad of it against those too sharp teeth, sparking more blood that paints pale teeth and his bottom lip, that causes his cock to twitch within her grasp. The hand at her thigh twitches in turn, before it rises to her hip, untying the last bit of her bikini to remove anything else between them, all while his lips wrap around her thumb, teeth somewhat careful (leaving small number of scrapes on the other side of her thumb and not just the pad), sucking away the blood and darkening his gaze.
He lets her get away with this for a few moments, before his tail shifts to wind around her arm, legs shifting and hand moving so that he can swap their positions, dark hair falling from where it had otherwise been carefully kept behind his horns. “Allow me to help, darling.” The discarded shirt is bunched and slipped up under her to offer some comfort against the stone, planting both hands on either side of her, before he decides to help her out. Biting at the inside of his cheek, sharp teeth slice and pool dark red into his mouth, a huff of a shivery sound escaping his nose paired with the slow blink, one hand lifting to collect what’s already trying to drip from his mouth, before immediately dragging his thumb down the hollow of her throat, spreading a thin coat of dark red.
Instead, he suggests a deal, and as she meets his gaze and he succumbs to the cut off whine in her throat and the dark shadows of desire in her own gaze, his smirk blooms even brighter to hear her soft and confident voice, to watch as she tilts her beautiful face into where his thumb presses against her jaw. Her hands map along the scar tissue to his back in well-practiced motions, despite this being the first time she’s ever seen them crisscross his skin, and it’s enough of a distraction that he can unwind his tail around her and allow her to press him back against the stone. It does take her some work to get him to concede, however, losing a semblance of control in this situation was not one that the butcher took to easily.
The butcher props up on an elbow, his other hand still pressing against those marks left against her strong thigh, and with the combination of both of her hands moving to offer him pleasure in more than one way, gods it feels like a lightning strike blooms through his spine. A sharp inhale of a sound passes through his lips, parting them for Flora’s thumb as she rakes the pad of it against those too sharp teeth, sparking more blood that paints pale teeth and his bottom lip, that causes his cock to twitch within her grasp. The hand at her thigh twitches in turn, before it rises to her hip, untying the last bit of her bikini to remove anything else between them, all while his lips wrap around her thumb, teeth somewhat careful (leaving small number of scrapes on the other side of her thumb and not just the pad), sucking away the blood and darkening his gaze.
He lets her get away with this for a few moments, before his tail shifts to wind around her arm, legs shifting and hand moving so that he can swap their positions, dark hair falling from where it had otherwise been carefully kept behind his horns. “Allow me to help, darling.” The discarded shirt is bunched and slipped up under her to offer some comfort against the stone, planting both hands on either side of her, before he decides to help her out. Biting at the inside of his cheek, sharp teeth slice and pool dark red into his mouth, a huff of a shivery sound escaping his nose paired with the slow blink, one hand lifting to collect what’s already trying to drip from his mouth, before immediately dragging his thumb down the hollow of her throat, spreading a thin coat of dark red.
Astaroth
// take a chance and you could seize it //
