you are such a soft and messy thing
nobody knows how to take care of you
For years Hotaru has proclaimed her flexible sexuality, and yet every time when questioned states her preference for the fairer sex. Here, perched above Wessex's talented tongue and wicked fingers, Hotaru is proven right yet again as she is fondled, teased, and tortured. Nothing but time here beneath the moon, and Wessex seems intent on taking that sweet time and using it to wrap Hotaru around her finger, in far more ways than one. She is all too eager to do so, to bend and capitulate to this paragon of perfection between her thighs. It's a simple enough affair to climb the precipice towards orgasm, pressing down to force the fingers inside her deeper, grinding and moving to Wessex's ministrations to chase the pleasure all across her nerve endings. Soaking herself, Wessex, anything that remotely comes close to her shuddering pussy. She is given one last parting stroke of a sinful tongue as she's on the very edge, and then - then -
Sharp teeth descend upon her inner thigh, and the brief pain flickers out like a candle's flame in a hurricane as pleasure sweeps her to insane highs. Somewhere in the back of her mind she's aware she cries out to the night sky. Whether it's praise, or maybe Wessex's name, or just soundless exultation she can't say for sure. Too busy shaking apart, quaking and trembling all over as she curls forward and braces her hands on dew-covered earth just to remain somewhat upright. Abdomen convulsing as she rides the longest, most intense orgasm she has ever experienced. Wessex surely could have bled her dry if it meant experiencing that sensation over and over again, but the woman parts and Hotaru uses what minuscule energy she has remaining to shift backwards to straddle the demigod's waist instead of her face. Pressing her thigh against Wessex's side to slow the flow of blood, panting and shuddering even as she weakly swipes her hand through her own blood, lifting it and licking it off her thumb. It doesn't give her nearly the same satisfaction, but it makes her grin seductively down at Wessex despite the pleasant exhaustion settling in. "I hope you're willing to take responsibility for ruining me for anything else," she teases between her heavy breaths. Now she finally knows what Rexanna meant her first night in Caido. Sneaky little devil.
