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"Gods, fuck Asta—" She croons, her voice a shattered buzz but for the pressure around her throat and the way a moan wrapped around his name at the end, blurring the shape of it entirely.
Close—
No but,
—she wasn't
—this wasn't—
Flora had had a plan, flimsy though it was, but based on everything so far, she thought it might be enough. In her mind, she was going to pin him down, or try to anyway, hoping her previously please would help keep his shoulders relaxed onto the stone. When he was close she'd bite the inside of her cheek or tongue and let the blood drip down onto his lips from a safe distance. Easy peasy.
Only as he curls up toward her, one of Flora's hands is still between her legs, the other grasped around his wrist as she leans into his clutching fingers to further constrict her own breathing. The trail of blood they'd both painted across her body was meant to serve as a reward, only now it served as a pathway that he followed like a hound, tracking left and right across her belly and breasts.
"I'm not—" She hiccups, her voice tinged with panic as she felt the sting of his teeth against her shoulder. With almost no thought at all to what she was doing, Flora edged off of the ring located on the hand between her legs, letting it drop onto Asta's belly. Immediately the tide jaguar he'd seen her use in the Grounds would appear, its bulk pressed firmly between them, separating them, with its paws on either side of the butcher's body. Though her shoulder might tear as the sudden presence of the beast pushed them apart, if nothing else the wound couldn't get any worse with the rise of his orgasm.
Close—
No but,
—she wasn't
—this wasn't—
Flora had had a plan, flimsy though it was, but based on everything so far, she thought it might be enough. In her mind, she was going to pin him down, or try to anyway, hoping her previously please would help keep his shoulders relaxed onto the stone. When he was close she'd bite the inside of her cheek or tongue and let the blood drip down onto his lips from a safe distance. Easy peasy.
Only as he curls up toward her, one of Flora's hands is still between her legs, the other grasped around his wrist as she leans into his clutching fingers to further constrict her own breathing. The trail of blood they'd both painted across her body was meant to serve as a reward, only now it served as a pathway that he followed like a hound, tracking left and right across her belly and breasts.
"I'm not—" She hiccups, her voice tinged with panic as she felt the sting of his teeth against her shoulder. With almost no thought at all to what she was doing, Flora edged off of the ring located on the hand between her legs, letting it drop onto Asta's belly. Immediately the tide jaguar he'd seen her use in the Grounds would appear, its bulk pressed firmly between them, separating them, with its paws on either side of the butcher's body. Though her shoulder might tear as the sudden presence of the beast pushed them apart, if nothing else the wound couldn't get any worse with the rise of his orgasm.
