we show off our different scarlet letters
For one ridiculous blood-soaked instant, Flora has half a mind to keep going. With the jaguar between them she was sure she was safe from Asta's jaws, and gods, he could just tear into that thing for all he wanted during his climax, couldn't he? Her desperate need for approval had her considering these things as her body internally debated whether or not fear of death was going to be a new kink given the latent shivers of pleasure that still drifted up from her core. She could fuck him the way she'd promised, make him cum the way she'd so boldly declared, and they could just forget all about this part of it, right? The way he wiped at his mouth, adjusted his hair, the way some small sliver of bronze was back in the black of his eyes, he wasn't that far gone anymore, was he? It didn't have to be over, she could still—
—Flora, get off of me
Kindly said, it hurt more than anything his teeth had done to her thus far.
Forcing herself up and back before releasing the breath she'd been holding in a shaky groan of pleasure and failure, Flora snaps her fingers to move the jaguar off of the ancient. "—you can..if you want to—" She hears herself saying as she nods to the feline who merely glances between the pair, not even knowing herself what her instruction was meant to convey.
On her knees, the queen's body was a golden canvas smeared with pink and flecked with watercolour splots of crimson and garnet; streaks of sweat and saliva had run through, blurring away some of the harsher lines left by the butcher's tongue, while the mark on her shoulder now freely bled, leaving Rorschach-like patterns blooming down the skin of her arm. Luckily,from being level 11 and it not being anywhere fatal, Flora wasn't forced to run to heal herself, such that the tears that began to sparkle across the sea of her gaze were from rejection and failure, rather than pain.
"I'm sorry—" She whispers, a whiplash emotional turn from having thought about continuing to fuck the butcher only seconds before. Ahh, but this is what happens when you date girls in their twenties, Asta. Flora had wanted not just to pleasure the ancient, but to please him as well, to prove she was strong enough to handle him despite his warnings, to live up to the implications she'd made of not being like other girls. Only here she was, shivering despite the heat and reaching out a trembling hand for him.
At least she hadn't screamed; at least she hadn't done that. For better or worse no one was going to come running to save the beauty from the beast.
—Flora, get off of me
Kindly said, it hurt more than anything his teeth had done to her thus far.
Forcing herself up and back before releasing the breath she'd been holding in a shaky groan of pleasure and failure, Flora snaps her fingers to move the jaguar off of the ancient. "—you can..if you want to—" She hears herself saying as she nods to the feline who merely glances between the pair, not even knowing herself what her instruction was meant to convey.
On her knees, the queen's body was a golden canvas smeared with pink and flecked with watercolour splots of crimson and garnet; streaks of sweat and saliva had run through, blurring away some of the harsher lines left by the butcher's tongue, while the mark on her shoulder now freely bled, leaving Rorschach-like patterns blooming down the skin of her arm. Luckily,
"I'm sorry—" She whispers, a whiplash emotional turn from having thought about continuing to fuck the butcher only seconds before. Ahh, but this is what happens when you date girls in their twenties, Asta. Flora had wanted not just to pleasure the ancient, but to please him as well, to prove she was strong enough to handle him despite his warnings, to live up to the implications she'd made of not being like other girls. Only here she was, shivering despite the heat and reaching out a trembling hand for him.
At least she hadn't screamed; at least she hadn't done that. For better or worse no one was going to come running to save the beauty from the beast.
