Astaroth
// but if you think I'm misery,
He’s well aware her dress remains on the floor, despite the prior promise, but given that she seems all too keen to have him drop, the butcher can’t help but to indulge her. Pulling away with a soft chuckle on a breath, he lets his nose brush by hers, before he does start to kneel. “It is, isn’t it?”
Still remaining just as against her as he had been, one leg bends behind him first as he kneels, clothing brushing against the front of her as he drops. The height here is nearly perfect, where should he stand perfectly on his knees his face would meet about her chest, but instead, the butcher reaches for the pools the dress had fallen into, before lifting it to set on the little bench in the room so that way it was at least off the floor.
Her hand rests gently on his shoulder and his own hand has dropped to cup the back of her calf, just below the swell of her ass when she lifts her leg up over his shoulder. The skin on the inside of her thigh where he’d left crescent marks flickers in his mind briefly, as if they were still there, but upon a second glance he finds it smooth and pristine.
Peering up at her, because her arousal is not lost on him, the butcher’s horned head tilts slightly as he looks up at her with a glimmer of mischief in honey dark eyes. “One more.” His hot breath rakes against her thigh as he dives in, kisses traveling along the inside, high enough to drive her insane and not give her precisely what she’s looking for, when his lips find a particular spot. This mark is darker, with all the blood vessels hidden beneath, and it instantly turns red as his hands curve inward on her thighs, his tail waving against the ground with a quiet content.
Withdrawing from the mark with a parting, apologetic kiss, one of his hands slips in further, giving her something to roll her hips against should she wish to. “Something tells me you appreciate this view immensely, mm?” Comes the whispered, deeper voice, a sly attempt at asking if she wanted to do this here and now, even if he’d not partake.
Still remaining just as against her as he had been, one leg bends behind him first as he kneels, clothing brushing against the front of her as he drops. The height here is nearly perfect, where should he stand perfectly on his knees his face would meet about her chest, but instead, the butcher reaches for the pools the dress had fallen into, before lifting it to set on the little bench in the room so that way it was at least off the floor.
Her hand rests gently on his shoulder and his own hand has dropped to cup the back of her calf, just below the swell of her ass when she lifts her leg up over his shoulder. The skin on the inside of her thigh where he’d left crescent marks flickers in his mind briefly, as if they were still there, but upon a second glance he finds it smooth and pristine.
Peering up at her, because her arousal is not lost on him, the butcher’s horned head tilts slightly as he looks up at her with a glimmer of mischief in honey dark eyes. “One more.” His hot breath rakes against her thigh as he dives in, kisses traveling along the inside, high enough to drive her insane and not give her precisely what she’s looking for, when his lips find a particular spot. This mark is darker, with all the blood vessels hidden beneath, and it instantly turns red as his hands curve inward on her thighs, his tail waving against the ground with a quiet content.
Withdrawing from the mark with a parting, apologetic kiss, one of his hands slips in further, giving her something to roll her hips against should she wish to. “Something tells me you appreciate this view immensely, mm?” Comes the whispered, deeper voice, a sly attempt at asking if she wanted to do this here and now, even if he’d not partake.
then baby, all the company,
it never leaves me alone, no //
it never leaves me alone, no //
