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Exhaling a sound of sharp surprise as the butcher's lips roughly tickled against her still-sensitive clit, Flora let the sound turn into shaky laughter as she shook her head scolding down at him. Wanting to feel his hands all over her, the Doubletake pushes herself into his grasp as if to encourage him to grasp more of her. Feeling her mouth grow slightly dry at the expectation of pain, the queen licked her lips as she gazed down at the butcher, her fingers tense but measured in his hair.
The pain was brighter than it had been before without the thrusting of his fingers to distract her, and though she'd wanted to seem strong in a way he'd find enticing, she was helpless to stop the mewl of pain that slipped past her lips and forced her eyes to clench shut as her shoulders rounded forward. Biting at the inside of her cheek hard enough to draw blood, Flora breathed through the moment of panic that told her legs to tense and run, and instead exhaled a soft sigh.
In the moment the guttural sound that left Asta's lips made the pain seem worth it—she could heal, after all, and absolutely would after this—but that sound was something that she'd pulled out of him. "Yeah, that's what's coming next." The queen purrs breathlessly, and as she opens her eyes, the blood between her thighs is perhaps not so shocking to behold if only because at least once a month Flora awoke with nearly the same mess between her legs.
As she walks her knees back a few inches, intentionally pressing the curve of her ass and thighs into his hands as she goes, Flora leans forward, her eyes dark and catlike as she presses her tongue against the inside of her cheek before parting her lips against his and flicking out out her blood-soaked tongue as yet another offering.
The pain was brighter than it had been before without the thrusting of his fingers to distract her, and though she'd wanted to seem strong in a way he'd find enticing, she was helpless to stop the mewl of pain that slipped past her lips and forced her eyes to clench shut as her shoulders rounded forward. Biting at the inside of her cheek hard enough to draw blood, Flora breathed through the moment of panic that told her legs to tense and run, and instead exhaled a soft sigh.
In the moment the guttural sound that left Asta's lips made the pain seem worth it—she could heal, after all, and absolutely would after this—but that sound was something that she'd pulled out of him. "Yeah, that's what's coming next." The queen purrs breathlessly, and as she opens her eyes, the blood between her thighs is perhaps not so shocking to behold if only because at least once a month Flora awoke with nearly the same mess between her legs.
As she walks her knees back a few inches, intentionally pressing the curve of her ass and thighs into his hands as she goes, Flora leans forward, her eyes dark and catlike as she presses her tongue against the inside of her cheek before parting her lips against his and flicking out out her blood-soaked tongue as yet another offering.
