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It's true that Flora knows not what she seeks from Astaroth, and for all of her bravado and talk of calling down gods with the snap of her fingers, there's little that could prepare her for what it might like to see the butcher completely as he is. It doesn't stop her from wanting it, though.
While what she doesn't know certainly might hurt her, Flora only rolls her eyes affectionately as she smirks. "You said it yourself that you've never been with someone like me." The queen points out, and though her legs are oscillating between being jelly and shivering with tension against his shoulders, this time she's able to match the arrogance of his tone.
"I wil--" The word is cut off as Asta's teeth pierce her skin. Needle sharp as they are, there's little pain as they go in, and it's only as the skin is roughly kissed by his mouth that the queen's low moans are abruptly cut off by a surprised whimper. Flinching abruptly as she looks down at Asta, her fingers reach for him instinctively as one might reach for a wasp after a sting; only the dark delight in his eyes stays her hand just as his efforts seem to double. The bright sting mingles with the pleasure of his fingers and mouth, and while Flora has never necessarily liked pain, gods but if he isn't doing a fantastic job of swamping her senses to the point she doesn't know what was what anymore.
Her head flops back against his shirt as her back arches and her hand tangles into his dark hair. "No more until you've made me cum," Flora pants, and it's only because she too is used to being in control that she's able to give such an instruction amidst the way his fingers have the balls of her feet growing staticy and the flick of his tongue has her belly roaring with heat.
While what she doesn't know certainly might hurt her, Flora only rolls her eyes affectionately as she smirks. "You said it yourself that you've never been with someone like me." The queen points out, and though her legs are oscillating between being jelly and shivering with tension against his shoulders, this time she's able to match the arrogance of his tone.
"I wil--" The word is cut off as Asta's teeth pierce her skin. Needle sharp as they are, there's little pain as they go in, and it's only as the skin is roughly kissed by his mouth that the queen's low moans are abruptly cut off by a surprised whimper. Flinching abruptly as she looks down at Asta, her fingers reach for him instinctively as one might reach for a wasp after a sting; only the dark delight in his eyes stays her hand just as his efforts seem to double. The bright sting mingles with the pleasure of his fingers and mouth, and while Flora has never necessarily liked pain, gods but if he isn't doing a fantastic job of swamping her senses to the point she doesn't know what was what anymore.
Her head flops back against his shirt as her back arches and her hand tangles into his dark hair. "No more until you've made me cum," Flora pants, and it's only because she too is used to being in control that she's able to give such an instruction amidst the way his fingers have the balls of her feet growing staticy and the flick of his tongue has her belly roaring with heat.
