Maeve
The bend of her knees rest over his shoulders as he adjusts her and he angles her hips up so she's perfectly presented for him to take as he wishes. Maeve's fingers tighten in his hair and she huffs, a pout barely having a moment to settle on her pretty features before they're twisting up in pleasure again. She wants to snap at him with some retort as he plays dumb despite the way his tongue presses between her folds greedily. Except whatever words she has for him are swallowed by her whimpers and moans. There are a myriad of sensations coursing through her body. The rasp of her stubble against the inside of her thighs, his tongue swirling around her clit, and his hands gripping her hips. Soon a new sensation joins the fray in the form of feathers teasing across her skin.
Her whole body shivers as the feathers brush over sensitive flesh, barely touching her skin and that's just as maddening as his tongue lapping at her. It doesn't occur to her that his magic might be helping him along in this matter and even if she did she doesn't fucking care. Not when it feels so good. When he's using it to drive her higher towards that edge. Her thighs start to tremble around his head, spasming and twitching as her body responds eagerly to his ministrations. Maeve forces her eyes open, looking down at him between her thighs before a whine catches in her throat. It's high pitched and utterly needy, climbing towards the rafters of the building, "Don't stop.. M'close." She catches her bottom lip between her teeth, that grip in his hair tightening further as she tugs him closer. Despite the fact that there isn't any closer for him to get.
Her whole body shivers as the feathers brush over sensitive flesh, barely touching her skin and that's just as maddening as his tongue lapping at her. It doesn't occur to her that his magic might be helping him along in this matter and even if she did she doesn't fucking care. Not when it feels so good. When he's using it to drive her higher towards that edge. Her thighs start to tremble around his head, spasming and twitching as her body responds eagerly to his ministrations. Maeve forces her eyes open, looking down at him between her thighs before a whine catches in her throat. It's high pitched and utterly needy, climbing towards the rafters of the building, "Don't stop.. M'close." She catches her bottom lip between her teeth, that grip in his hair tightening further as she tugs him closer. Despite the fact that there isn't any closer for him to get.
Poor little girl
still waiting for her happy ending
still waiting for her happy ending
