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Tutting softly as the butcher initially refuses to acquiesce to the request of her hands, as Asta finally does allow himself to be pressed onto his back, the Doubletake's eyes shine with silent laughter as she winks approvingly down at him.
This is certainly the most bold the queen has ever been when it came to sexual experimentation, but so far the equivalent of a nasty paper cut and a sore tongue are prices she's happy to pay for the way the butcher's body responds. Perhaps she's fooling herself in thinking he wants her and not simply the crimson in her veins, but so long as she doesn't ask, the ring on her finger won't betray either of them his response. Instead, she loses herself in the unconscious shivers of his body, grinning with dark delight to feel his cock twitch between her fingers. In response she's more than happy to let his tongue bar the ability of her flesh to clot that the small puncture marks in her thumb might continue to bloom just for him as her hand strokes up and down the length of his erection with poignant slowness and concentrated pressure.
Finding their positions reversed, with his shirt tucked beneath her no less, Flora flutters her lashes softly up at him as the finger previously between his teeth combs the hair from his eyes. "Now who has thought of everything?" The queen wonders in a silken voice, and while she's certainly had things spread across her body for her lovers to enjoy in the past, blood is definitely a new one. She doesn't mind, and in fact once he's painted his mark upon her throat, the queen grasps his hand and tugs it down the length of her body, making sure to allow his fingers ample opportunity to feel the soft curves shed worked so hard to sculpt, before spreading her thighs slightly. Directing only his middle finger, the Queen presses it inside of herself that he might feel for the first time the effects of his actions so far. Having to stifle a moan against his shoulder but being able to do nothing about the shiver that ran the entire length of her body, Flora redirects his finger back towards his mouth, now that it's sufficiently coated with both of them.
This is certainly the most bold the queen has ever been when it came to sexual experimentation, but so far the equivalent of a nasty paper cut and a sore tongue are prices she's happy to pay for the way the butcher's body responds. Perhaps she's fooling herself in thinking he wants her and not simply the crimson in her veins, but so long as she doesn't ask, the ring on her finger won't betray either of them his response. Instead, she loses herself in the unconscious shivers of his body, grinning with dark delight to feel his cock twitch between her fingers. In response she's more than happy to let his tongue bar the ability of her flesh to clot that the small puncture marks in her thumb might continue to bloom just for him as her hand strokes up and down the length of his erection with poignant slowness and concentrated pressure.
Finding their positions reversed, with his shirt tucked beneath her no less, Flora flutters her lashes softly up at him as the finger previously between his teeth combs the hair from his eyes. "Now who has thought of everything?" The queen wonders in a silken voice, and while she's certainly had things spread across her body for her lovers to enjoy in the past, blood is definitely a new one. She doesn't mind, and in fact once he's painted his mark upon her throat, the queen grasps his hand and tugs it down the length of her body, making sure to allow his fingers ample opportunity to feel the soft curves shed worked so hard to sculpt, before spreading her thighs slightly. Directing only his middle finger, the Queen presses it inside of herself that he might feel for the first time the effects of his actions so far. Having to stifle a moan against his shoulder but being able to do nothing about the shiver that ran the entire length of her body, Flora redirects his finger back towards his mouth, now that it's sufficiently coated with both of them.
