marked me like a bloodstain
While it isn't an entirely new feeling for Flora to be happy during sex, rarely is it the overwhelming emotion that she feels. As so often it was with Koa, briefly with Asta, and almost always with Jack, the queen's primary emotions were ones of fidgety need, scarlett arousal, and the inclination to race towards a climax. Though no part of Flora was simply going to let the chance for an orgasm pass her by, there was nothing desperate in the movement of her hands and even the shivers of pleasure that had her body shaking beneath the captain's.
Letting her hand slip from Jack's shoulders to slide down his spine, Flora presses against the muscles of his lower back as they tense and flex with the thrusts of his hips. Panting beneath him, the queen moans against the side of his neck as she lets her hand fall away from his skin, timing it with his thrusts in order to slip it between her legs. The first press of her fingers has her gasping loudly as bright flares of arousal light up her thoughts. "Gods, Jack." She hisses, utterly delighted as her hips rise to crash into his.
Tugging at his hair in order to lift his head, Flora presses her lips against his in a kiss that's somehow both greedy and sweet at the same time. The muscles of her stomach groan deliciously as their position basically has her doing reverse crunches with every thrust such that despite the way her lips and tongue refuse to leave his, she's forced to pant against his mouth with every roll of his hips.
Letting her hand slip from Jack's shoulders to slide down his spine, Flora presses against the muscles of his lower back as they tense and flex with the thrusts of his hips. Panting beneath him, the queen moans against the side of his neck as she lets her hand fall away from his skin, timing it with his thrusts in order to slip it between her legs. The first press of her fingers has her gasping loudly as bright flares of arousal light up her thoughts. "Gods, Jack." She hisses, utterly delighted as her hips rise to crash into his.
Tugging at his hair in order to lift his head, Flora presses her lips against his in a kiss that's somehow both greedy and sweet at the same time. The muscles of her stomach groan deliciously as their position basically has her doing reverse crunches with every thrust such that despite the way her lips and tongue refuse to leave his, she's forced to pant against his mouth with every roll of his hips.
