when it's just the two of us, only the two of us
Given that this is the first sensation to trill through Isla in literally years, it's no surprise that the Ascended is somewhat overstimulated already by their lusty (and thorough) encounter. And yet as Remi bends to attend to the wetness between her thighs, Isla is heedless to refuse him. There's no urgency or trepidation this time, and her hips tilt up and one leg drapes bonelessly over his shoulders. With a low moan of encouragement, she skips in a breath to feel him slip a finger inside her, though no sooner do her lips part when they too are occupied.
Humming a note of gratification at this turn of events, her fangs prick into the pads of his fingertips, her tongue lavishing attention on them that she might well turn on his cock, if only he would bring himself close enough. But the alchemist is skilled enough with his hands that Isla supposes she can wait, her toes curling against sheets already smeared red with blood.
Humming a note of gratification at this turn of events, her fangs prick into the pads of his fingertips, her tongue lavishing attention on them that she might well turn on his cock, if only he would bring himself close enough. But the alchemist is skilled enough with his hands that Isla supposes she can wait, her toes curling against sheets already smeared red with blood.
i could die
Isla
