HOTARU
the valkyrie
She huffs a soft noise of pleasure against his mouth as he bites back, taking her up on her challenge immediately. Parts her lips beneath his inquiring tongue, tilts and presses closer as her own comes to curl and tease against his. Sucks his tongue into her mouth, caressing it with her reddened lips before retreating. Just a taste, just enough to get him to move along. And move along he does, handling her with sure hands and strong arms, prompting a soft gasp as he pulls her physically from the table, fabric slipping down her freed legs to pool on the floor in a slide of sensation that makes her shiver. Hotaru knows she's small, but even so heat coils in her navel at the manhandling, eyes dark and tongue flickering across her lower lip. Left in nothing but her underwear, breasts free and moving with her quickening breaths beneath his hungry gaze.
A soft gasp breaks his ensuing kiss, an arch of her back from the table as his hands ghost, almost ticklish, up her sides. Hungry mouth finds her jaw, trailing down her neck, and one hand tangles in his hair to ground herself as he gently rubs his stubble against her. Sparks behind her eyes fly as his challenge is issued, sufficiently distracted. When his teeth clamp down hard, there's no hiding her reaction even if she had wanted to play coy. She moans loudly, wavering as she jolts against him, hand tightening in his hair. "Oh, fuck," she gasps out softly. Grinding their hips together, pressing him against the promising heat of the apex of her thighs, as if she could simply force him to slip into her through their layers of clothes.
His hands are warm and strong, and she places herself in them willingly, her free hand clinging to his bicep, nails digging in and holding on as the shock of his bite trembles through her entire body. But the daze is cleared soon enough, and Hotaru is certainly not going to lose this little competition they have going. She takes her hand from his arm, slides her hand between their hips, searching for the hardness she can feel against her. Fingers light and teasing, tracing more than grasping, prepared to turn the tables against him. "Let me know if you can't keep up," she teases, hair spilling across the table as she pants softly, reddened mouth twisting in a smirk even when at his mercy.
A soft gasp breaks his ensuing kiss, an arch of her back from the table as his hands ghost, almost ticklish, up her sides. Hungry mouth finds her jaw, trailing down her neck, and one hand tangles in his hair to ground herself as he gently rubs his stubble against her. Sparks behind her eyes fly as his challenge is issued, sufficiently distracted. When his teeth clamp down hard, there's no hiding her reaction even if she had wanted to play coy. She moans loudly, wavering as she jolts against him, hand tightening in his hair. "Oh, fuck," she gasps out softly. Grinding their hips together, pressing him against the promising heat of the apex of her thighs, as if she could simply force him to slip into her through their layers of clothes.
His hands are warm and strong, and she places herself in them willingly, her free hand clinging to his bicep, nails digging in and holding on as the shock of his bite trembles through her entire body. But the daze is cleared soon enough, and Hotaru is certainly not going to lose this little competition they have going. She takes her hand from his arm, slides her hand between their hips, searching for the hardness she can feel against her. Fingers light and teasing, tracing more than grasping, prepared to turn the tables against him. "Let me know if you can't keep up," she teases, hair spilling across the table as she pants softly, reddened mouth twisting in a smirk even when at his mercy.
i have stood for thousands of years
and have not faltered
and have not faltered
the day i met you...
my legs shook
