HOTARU
the valkyrie
"Charmer," she chides playfully, softly against his skin as she hides her smile, pressing it into his neck where she nips and sucks little marks to match the much darker one on her own. Trails her nails over the back of his neck as he walks, spreading up his nape and into his hair, squeezing threateningly before releasing and scratching thin marks over his powerful shoulders. Little teases that she hopes will make him get them to their destination faster, so that he can make good on all his seductive words. All the unspoken promises from the very moment they'd met.
The bed is definitely softer, more pleasing, and she reclines on it happily when he lays her down. Lifts her hips obligingly as his hands pull at the last garment hiding her body from him, already damp with her arousal. She can scarcely look away from him, breath hitching as he parts her legs with his body, licks his lips sinfully and smirks her way. She has certainly met her match, with the way she trembles at the darkness in his gaze, the promise to deliver on her own command.
Even still he teases, dragging her down the bed - and oh, he's a quick learner, and she couldn't be more pleased as he figures her out step by step - and grazing against her slick folds far too tenderly. Hotaru immediately drops her hand to grip his hair, angling his face towards her and smirking down at him. "The more you tease me, the longer you'll have to spend making it up to me sweetheart. I'll tire that mouth one way or another." Her other hand comes to cup his cheek, smoothing down until it drops from his chin and lands on the hand that teases her, guiding it to press firmly against her clit and to cup against her throbbing core, gasping and grinding down against it even as she holds eye contact with him. Loosening her grip on his hair - for now, as she's quite fond of tangling her hands in it, moving him, forcing him where she wants him - to let him move freely. Not sure if she wants that sharp mouth or those calloused hands on her more.
The bed is definitely softer, more pleasing, and she reclines on it happily when he lays her down. Lifts her hips obligingly as his hands pull at the last garment hiding her body from him, already damp with her arousal. She can scarcely look away from him, breath hitching as he parts her legs with his body, licks his lips sinfully and smirks her way. She has certainly met her match, with the way she trembles at the darkness in his gaze, the promise to deliver on her own command.
Even still he teases, dragging her down the bed - and oh, he's a quick learner, and she couldn't be more pleased as he figures her out step by step - and grazing against her slick folds far too tenderly. Hotaru immediately drops her hand to grip his hair, angling his face towards her and smirking down at him. "The more you tease me, the longer you'll have to spend making it up to me sweetheart. I'll tire that mouth one way or another." Her other hand comes to cup his cheek, smoothing down until it drops from his chin and lands on the hand that teases her, guiding it to press firmly against her clit and to cup against her throbbing core, gasping and grinding down against it even as she holds eye contact with him. Loosening her grip on his hair - for now, as she's quite fond of tangling her hands in it, moving him, forcing him where she wants him - to let him move freely. Not sure if she wants that sharp mouth or those calloused hands on her more.
i have stood for thousands of years
and have not faltered
and have not faltered
the day i met you...
my legs shook
