Maeve
Each little noise that Maeve manages to pull from Hotaru only spurn the Madame to press for more. She's more than willing to let the former queen take the lead, but Maeve has always been a pleaser, eager to tend to her lover's needs. Especially when Hotaru arches her spine, curving it gracefully so her breasts press towards her mouth and Maeve takes advantage of that, teeth scraping across the pale flesh. Hotaru's words wash over her, the dark promise causing a shiver to race down her spine in anticipation, "Gods, I hope so." She breathes, the words leaving her in an exhale as she looks up at her from beneath her lashes from where she's pressing her lips against the other woman's skin.
Hotaru isn't the only one hating the space put between them, a sound of indignance rising in her throat as the warmth of her partner is taken away, space growing between them. She's not left with the feeling of disappointment long as the woman strips her top of, revealing lace covered breasts and pale skin that's bathed in the soft golden glow of the fire. Maeve moves with her willingly as she's suddenly tugged towards the plush fur rug spread before the hearth. Sinking onto her knees as Hotaru plucks and pulls at the hem of her shirt, Maeve's own fingers curl under the hem of her shirt, drawing it over her head to toss it to the side. She's left bare from the waist up, nipples already pebbling in the cool air.
Her skin is cast in the flickering glow of the fire, shadows dancing across pale skin as Hotaru gets her first unhindered look at the Madame. A delicate floral and snake tattoo in stark black ink curls down her right side, coming to frame her breast before tapering off. No scars mar her skin, leaving nothing but soft curves and lean muscle of a dancer for the woman to enjoy as she slinks forward. Dainty silver barbells pierce rosy pink nipples, a contrast on her small breasts that will surely fill her hands without spilling over. To top it all off is the choker that Hotaru gifted her, resting snuggly around her throat, standing out against her skin as she finally lowers herself before her.
Softly she trails her fingertips in a featherlight drag over her skin, tracing over her arms and up to her shoulders, curling around the straps of her bra to urge them down her shoulders. Maeve dips forward to capture her lips in another kiss, murmuring against her lips, "As you wish.." She breathes, nipping at her bottom lip, drawing it into her mouth to suck at it gently as she presses herself flush against her warm skin.
Hotaru isn't the only one hating the space put between them, a sound of indignance rising in her throat as the warmth of her partner is taken away, space growing between them. She's not left with the feeling of disappointment long as the woman strips her top of, revealing lace covered breasts and pale skin that's bathed in the soft golden glow of the fire. Maeve moves with her willingly as she's suddenly tugged towards the plush fur rug spread before the hearth. Sinking onto her knees as Hotaru plucks and pulls at the hem of her shirt, Maeve's own fingers curl under the hem of her shirt, drawing it over her head to toss it to the side. She's left bare from the waist up, nipples already pebbling in the cool air.
Her skin is cast in the flickering glow of the fire, shadows dancing across pale skin as Hotaru gets her first unhindered look at the Madame. A delicate floral and snake tattoo in stark black ink curls down her right side, coming to frame her breast before tapering off. No scars mar her skin, leaving nothing but soft curves and lean muscle of a dancer for the woman to enjoy as she slinks forward. Dainty silver barbells pierce rosy pink nipples, a contrast on her small breasts that will surely fill her hands without spilling over. To top it all off is the choker that Hotaru gifted her, resting snuggly around her throat, standing out against her skin as she finally lowers herself before her.
Softly she trails her fingertips in a featherlight drag over her skin, tracing over her arms and up to her shoulders, curling around the straps of her bra to urge them down her shoulders. Maeve dips forward to capture her lips in another kiss, murmuring against her lips, "As you wish.." She breathes, nipping at her bottom lip, drawing it into her mouth to suck at it gently as she presses herself flush against her warm skin.
Babe, there's something wretched about this
Something so precious about this
Oh what a sin
Something so precious about this
Oh what a sin
