// smile like you mean it //
Mischief sparks in her darkened aqua eyes, even as she tries to play it off, her hand trailing down her body as her answer reaches him through the humid air between them. Okay is the teasing answer she chooses and the butcher snorts with his own playful exasperation, almost ready to comment just how her prior moans wouldn’t have been so loud if it had just been okay, but the second his lips part to offer an arrogant rebuttal, she’s painting his lips again. The sweet taste of her and the blood intermixed has a shiver running down his spine, his tail waving behind him in quiet delight, a soft hum of a sound escaping his throat with the way his eyes shutter close.
Only to blink open slowly when she arches up against him, her full breasts pressed against his scarred skin, hand moving easily to slip against the small of her back. Her whisperers request is met with far easier acquiescence this time, the please making it easier for Astaroth to set aside his stubbornness and his need for control.
“Mm, well, seeing as you said please,” shifting to place a kiss to her cheek and jaw with the husky purr, he refrains from diving deeper to her neck despite how he very much wants to, instead twisting to lay back against the hard and hot stone, the hand at the small of her back helping to keep the Doubletake just as close yet still allowing her the opportunity to decide and enact how she wanted to start this. Not that it would be difficult for him at the present moment, he’s still hard, cheeks darkened ever so slightly beneath the dark beard, his lips glistening between a mixture of her wetness and his and her own blood, waiting in a calculating kind of anticipation for what she’ll choose to do next.
Only to blink open slowly when she arches up against him, her full breasts pressed against his scarred skin, hand moving easily to slip against the small of her back. Her whisperers request is met with far easier acquiescence this time, the please making it easier for Astaroth to set aside his stubbornness and his need for control.
“Mm, well, seeing as you said please,” shifting to place a kiss to her cheek and jaw with the husky purr, he refrains from diving deeper to her neck despite how he very much wants to, instead twisting to lay back against the hard and hot stone, the hand at the small of her back helping to keep the Doubletake just as close yet still allowing her the opportunity to decide and enact how she wanted to start this. Not that it would be difficult for him at the present moment, he’s still hard, cheeks darkened ever so slightly beneath the dark beard, his lips glistening between a mixture of her wetness and his and her own blood, waiting in a calculating kind of anticipation for what she’ll choose to do next.
Astaroth
// take a chance and you could seize it //
