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Flora leans into the role effortlessly, a sultry moan spilling from her lips as she arches her back slightly, tilting her hips to push the strap-on further into Danta’s mouth. The sound is purely for him—a carefully crafted melody of pleasure and dominance designed to stoke the heat in the Maverick’s belly. Her fingers dive into his hair again, curling tightly, tugging at the soft strands in a way that’s half teasing and half commanding.
"Mm, that’s it," she murmurs, her voice low and breathy, aqua eyes watching him intently as he works. The sight of him on his knees before her, his lips wrapping so skillfully around the cock, sends a thrill through her chest, even if her body is otherwise unresponsive to the sensations she’s imagining. She thrusts forward again, a little rougher this time, testing his limits, curious to see how much of the thick cock he could take before his composure broke.
The image of Danta with Asta flashes briefly in her mind, the thought unbidden but tantalizing as she pictures the Maverick on his knees before the butcher in much the same way. "You can take more than that, can't you?" she purrs, her fingers tightening in his hair as she bites her lip, her mind flickering with fantasies that are equal parts hers and what she thinks he might like.
For all her bravado, though, there’s a flicker of frustration beneath her confidence—a yearning to actually feel the press of his lips and the flick of his tongue. But perhaps it’s for the best; there was learning how to use a cock and then there was having sex with Danta, and maybe it was best to remain on the side of things where her pleasure was purely imagination-driven.
"How do you best like to be fucked, Danta?" The queen purrs, her voice low and her eyes turning a midnight blue with lust.
"Mm, that’s it," she murmurs, her voice low and breathy, aqua eyes watching him intently as he works. The sight of him on his knees before her, his lips wrapping so skillfully around the cock, sends a thrill through her chest, even if her body is otherwise unresponsive to the sensations she’s imagining. She thrusts forward again, a little rougher this time, testing his limits, curious to see how much of the thick cock he could take before his composure broke.
The image of Danta with Asta flashes briefly in her mind, the thought unbidden but tantalizing as she pictures the Maverick on his knees before the butcher in much the same way. "You can take more than that, can't you?" she purrs, her fingers tightening in his hair as she bites her lip, her mind flickering with fantasies that are equal parts hers and what she thinks he might like.
For all her bravado, though, there’s a flicker of frustration beneath her confidence—a yearning to actually feel the press of his lips and the flick of his tongue. But perhaps it’s for the best; there was learning how to use a cock and then there was having sex with Danta, and maybe it was best to remain on the side of things where her pleasure was purely imagination-driven.
"How do you best like to be fucked, Danta?" The queen purrs, her voice low and her eyes turning a midnight blue with lust.
