we show off our different scarlet letters
While it won't be the first time Flora has walked away from a particularly good fuck (or even a bad one, let's be honest), with bruises, certainly the constellation of marks left by the butcher are wholly unique to anything she's experienced. His hands are large enough as to make the press of his fingertips against her skin seem unconnected, and though she hasn't seen it yet, the mark on the inside of her thigh is going to bloom with more colours than just crimson; a bouquet, from him to her. But, he was ever the gentleman, after all.
The possessive tug of her body towards him has Flora hiccuping a moan as her fingers continued to tangle in his hair. There's no need to tug him any closer against her, and indeed his tongue needed the space to do its clever work, but there was utterly nothing the queen could do against the shaky inclinations of her body and the way it was impossible not to shiver and writhe in his grasp.
"There--" She gasps sharply as the movement of his fingers and tongue sharply accelerate such that she finds her orgasm much closer than she expected. "Asta-" There's no need to tell him don't stop, and if ever the Doubletake thought the butcher's inclinations were strictly masculine-leaning, his expert ministrations thus far firmly quelled any concerns Flora had that he might not know what he was doing. "Gods, make me cum and you can have more--" She pleads, recklessly, knowing not what it was she was offering and thinking only of the gravity-bright tug against the bottoms of her feet and inside of her thighs.
Reaching for the hand clutching at her breasts, the queen takes full advantage of the butcher's lanky frame and instead directs his hand around her throat. It was a new kink for her (thanks Jack), but one she didn't think Asta would mind dabbling in (if he wasn't a connoisseur already). Pressing his fingers around her, the Doubletake let's her head tip back as yet another moan slips from her lips, one Asta will no doubt feel in the palm of his hand as well as hear in the echos of the cavern.
The possessive tug of her body towards him has Flora hiccuping a moan as her fingers continued to tangle in his hair. There's no need to tug him any closer against her, and indeed his tongue needed the space to do its clever work, but there was utterly nothing the queen could do against the shaky inclinations of her body and the way it was impossible not to shiver and writhe in his grasp.
"There--" She gasps sharply as the movement of his fingers and tongue sharply accelerate such that she finds her orgasm much closer than she expected. "Asta-" There's no need to tell him don't stop, and if ever the Doubletake thought the butcher's inclinations were strictly masculine-leaning, his expert ministrations thus far firmly quelled any concerns Flora had that he might not know what he was doing. "Gods, make me cum and you can have more--" She pleads, recklessly, knowing not what it was she was offering and thinking only of the gravity-bright tug against the bottoms of her feet and inside of her thighs.
Reaching for the hand clutching at her breasts, the queen takes full advantage of the butcher's lanky frame and instead directs his hand around her throat. It was a new kink for her (thanks Jack), but one she didn't think Asta would mind dabbling in (if he wasn't a connoisseur already). Pressing his fingers around her, the Doubletake let's her head tip back as yet another moan slips from her lips, one Asta will no doubt feel in the palm of his hand as well as hear in the echos of the cavern.
