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Gods, that this is a game she knows so well makes the fact she's losing all the more frustrating. Gone is her breezy arrogance and confidence, her youthful determination, replaced with a wreckless arousal that would have her opening an artery for the butcher if he wanted it of her. "And if I said it was from the first time we met?" The hitch in her breath belies the mirrored confidence she's trying to affect, but gods even if she'd managed to make the words sound the way she wanted them to, the rest of her body would have given her away just as quickly. "You were so polished and smooth it made me imagine what it might be like to see that mask slip. To see what was really beneath." And now that she had, fuck if she wasn't greedy for more.
As for choosing? Moaning a touch too loud given that they were, technically in public, the queen immediately pressed her lips against the sound even as her thighs trembled with his touch. Keeping her fingers tangled in his dark hair, the queen lifts her head as he begins a far too slow descent down the length of her body, watching with dark eyes and parted lips that kept silently pleading for more. As the butcher's mouth sucked a mark against her golden skin, Flora's first thought was what will Jack think? before her inner smile turned devilish; I hope he hates it.
Only then the butcher is moving her legs, her thighs willingly part as thoughts of anyone else disappear. Trying to keep herself from pleading, instead Flora swallows thickly as she peers at him down the length of her own body. "I'm going to fuck you so hard for this." It's a threat, a promise, a vow she intends to faithfully keep, though the second his tongue flicks against her clit, her mind blooms with red flowers that she's willing to be buried beneath if only he gave her more.
As for choosing? Moaning a touch too loud given that they were, technically in public, the queen immediately pressed her lips against the sound even as her thighs trembled with his touch. Keeping her fingers tangled in his dark hair, the queen lifts her head as he begins a far too slow descent down the length of her body, watching with dark eyes and parted lips that kept silently pleading for more. As the butcher's mouth sucked a mark against her golden skin, Flora's first thought was what will Jack think? before her inner smile turned devilish; I hope he hates it.
Only then the butcher is moving her legs, her thighs willingly part as thoughts of anyone else disappear. Trying to keep herself from pleading, instead Flora swallows thickly as she peers at him down the length of her own body. "I'm going to fuck you so hard for this." It's a threat, a promise, a vow she intends to faithfully keep, though the second his tongue flicks against her clit, her mind blooms with red flowers that she's willing to be buried beneath if only he gave her more.
