Fool me once, fool me twice
Are you death or paradise?
Are you death or paradise?
Her mind follows every brush of his lips, every patch of skin that heats beneath them to steal her breath, his teeth a delicious contrast to the moisture of his mouth - although she wouldn't mind more than just a scrape, wanting to feel the sharp intensity of pain amidst her pleasure. As Vesper shifts lower, her hands fall to his shoulders, guiding should he continue his path.
But he has other plans.
The commanding tone is liquid fire in her veins, immediately setting her ablaze as she bites against the inside of her cheek to calm the thrill of her heart. She doesn't rush to obey, watching as he moves to lounge against the mossy floor of the garden, gilded in iridescent moonlight like a gift from the gods just for her, all sharp lines and confidence. His words only further her excitement, curiosity spurring her to haste, but she contains herself, basking in his gaze as she follows his order.
It's a slow, seductive dance that she puts on, gracefully pushing from the pillar as she starts lazily at her feet, hinging at the waist so he might admire her flexible figure. Each lace is casually pulled aside, stringing each through her delicate fingers before she's free to step from the boots, barefoot on the soft grassy floor.
She moves up to her hips, trailing her hands along her calves then thighs to reach the latches of each belt and strap that holds her myriads of daggers. Her eyes are glued to Vesper, a playful sheen in their blue depths as she continues a familiar path of undress. The peripheral of her reflection behind him guides her, as much a show for him as herself - one she could do in the dark, with her hands tied, blindfolded. With a slip of a flippant finger, each piece is released, clinking to the ground with a resounding weight as the pile around her feet grows. The last clasp holds her pants, and Thal takes her time, tapping aside a boot with her toes as she undoes the top to reveal the black lacey underwear peeking out beneath. Teasingly slow, she hooks her thumbs on the waistband, easing the pants over the curve of her hips with a shimmy of her ass, perfectly tight in all the right ways. When they finally hit her knees, she lets them drop to the ground, a coy smile on her lips as she pauses, half in undress, the hem of her shirt barely reaching the top of her thighs.
Lifting her legs in long, elegant strides, she begins to make her way forward in a seductive saunter, her tail flicking languidly behind her approaching form. Thal reaches up to run her hands into her hair, then down the nape of her neck to the top of her blouse where she gives each button its own easy pace, slowly revealing the pale skin of her chest, abdomen, and the matching black lace bra she wears beneath it. A whisper of wind is enough to shrug the top from her shoulders, dragging from her hands to flutter and fall to the ground.
Now standing before him in nothing but her underwear, Thal can feel the echo of his mouth in the breeze that brushes against the heating of her skin, a mischievous grin spreading over her mouth as she thinks of all the ways he might use their time together. And as his inviting figure lounges before her like a promise of shadowy pleasure, she doesn't waste it just standing there. Thal moves to hover her form over him, straddling and bracing so that no part of her is touching him yet, just looming, tempting like the approaching tide at his feet. In a flash of fangs, flames wrap her torso, licking against her skin as they devour the last articles of clothing from her suspended form. A small price to pay for the dramatics.
But he has other plans.
The commanding tone is liquid fire in her veins, immediately setting her ablaze as she bites against the inside of her cheek to calm the thrill of her heart. She doesn't rush to obey, watching as he moves to lounge against the mossy floor of the garden, gilded in iridescent moonlight like a gift from the gods just for her, all sharp lines and confidence. His words only further her excitement, curiosity spurring her to haste, but she contains herself, basking in his gaze as she follows his order.
It's a slow, seductive dance that she puts on, gracefully pushing from the pillar as she starts lazily at her feet, hinging at the waist so he might admire her flexible figure. Each lace is casually pulled aside, stringing each through her delicate fingers before she's free to step from the boots, barefoot on the soft grassy floor.
She moves up to her hips, trailing her hands along her calves then thighs to reach the latches of each belt and strap that holds her myriads of daggers. Her eyes are glued to Vesper, a playful sheen in their blue depths as she continues a familiar path of undress. The peripheral of her reflection behind him guides her, as much a show for him as herself - one she could do in the dark, with her hands tied, blindfolded. With a slip of a flippant finger, each piece is released, clinking to the ground with a resounding weight as the pile around her feet grows. The last clasp holds her pants, and Thal takes her time, tapping aside a boot with her toes as she undoes the top to reveal the black lacey underwear peeking out beneath. Teasingly slow, she hooks her thumbs on the waistband, easing the pants over the curve of her hips with a shimmy of her ass, perfectly tight in all the right ways. When they finally hit her knees, she lets them drop to the ground, a coy smile on her lips as she pauses, half in undress, the hem of her shirt barely reaching the top of her thighs.
Lifting her legs in long, elegant strides, she begins to make her way forward in a seductive saunter, her tail flicking languidly behind her approaching form. Thal reaches up to run her hands into her hair, then down the nape of her neck to the top of her blouse where she gives each button its own easy pace, slowly revealing the pale skin of her chest, abdomen, and the matching black lace bra she wears beneath it. A whisper of wind is enough to shrug the top from her shoulders, dragging from her hands to flutter and fall to the ground.
Now standing before him in nothing but her underwear, Thal can feel the echo of his mouth in the breeze that brushes against the heating of her skin, a mischievous grin spreading over her mouth as she thinks of all the ways he might use their time together. And as his inviting figure lounges before her like a promise of shadowy pleasure, she doesn't waste it just standing there. Thal moves to hover her form over him, straddling and bracing so that no part of her is touching him yet, just looming, tempting like the approaching tide at his feet. In a flash of fangs, flames wrap her torso, licking against her skin as they devour the last articles of clothing from her suspended form. A small price to pay for the dramatics.
Now you'll never see me cry
There's just no time to die
There's just no time to die
Thalassa
