you ain't gonna get too far
That’s all?
The vixen raises a brow, challenging the confidence with with Sunjata speaks. If they weren’t going to an enchanted room, if this weren’t a quest something necessary, she might have tried to be difficult, just to bring the tattooed man down a notch. There’s a level of confidence that’s sexy and then there’s a level that screams I can get any lady I want and make her cum and that makes the earliest colonial feminist roll her eyes and play the pillow princess.
Anyway.
“Frey is generous to his followers,” Lily quips back, placing herself firmly in that category and not quite getting the God’s motivation right. Oh well, there are other things at hand and they're not there to talk.
Pushing the curtain aside, they’ll find that the sconces on the walls are already lowered to a sultry level, the bed is mussed just enough to suggest a casual, carefree approach to life. Once inside, a heavy (but not yet overpowering) sense of arousal will start to seep in to the two of them, activated by lust and animal attraction. It makes Lily hum in the back of her throat as she gently (thus far) tugs Jata towards her bed, the urge to disrobe causing her to then reach for the edges of his shirt, eager for skin-on-skin. Should he be in the same place, he will find her pliant and willing for the same kind of strip tease. All other thoughts seem to disappear; there is only her and him and the slowly growing need between her thighs. She still has enough control to want to touch and lick and tease, but the fire has been lit, and it’s been far too long since she’s had anyone but her own fingers to play with.
Once his shirt is off, Lily’s fingers glide over the firmness of Jata’s body before pulling him down for a hungry kiss.
