// make me bleed if you need to confirm that it's something i can do //
The idea of calling down Frey — while it makes sense coming from her lips — it’s an exact opposite of what the butcher wants. Perhaps it’s his adoration of Dygra or the experience with Safrin, but the butcher’s rather keen to keep this little trio just that. Her nails rake against his neck and her teeth scrape against his skin and all the while he’s ensuring he’s got a good hold on her as he feels her body shift beneath his touch, courtesy of Danta’s hard work.
The hand she covers with her own obliges her request, squeezing, while the other lifts to cup the opposite side of her face, narrow fingers threading along her throat and in her hair. “I will be fine, do not worry.” He purrs, angling his head enough to press his lips against her cheek and jaw, his caress gentle but strong.
It’s the deep accented rumble of his voice that punctuates his slight adjustment, ensuring her weight is mostly on him as he senses the tension flooding through her. “Cum for us, darling.” Comes the quiet demand, punctuated with another kiss to her smooth golden skin, squeezing her breast and tangling his fingers in her hair.
The hand she covers with her own obliges her request, squeezing, while the other lifts to cup the opposite side of her face, narrow fingers threading along her throat and in her hair. “I will be fine, do not worry.” He purrs, angling his head enough to press his lips against her cheek and jaw, his caress gentle but strong.
It’s the deep accented rumble of his voice that punctuates his slight adjustment, ensuring her weight is mostly on him as he senses the tension flooding through her. “Cum for us, darling.” Comes the quiet demand, punctuated with another kiss to her smooth golden skin, squeezing her breast and tangling his fingers in her hair.
Astaroth
// and i'll paint it red //
