[Things went down easier with a spoonful of sugar, didn’t they? There is a certain arrogance to Kiritsubo’s lack of concern for the world outside this room and how she’d come to be here, the sort that came from being one of the most powerful of her kind… but it isn’t just that. Even now, for all her seeming distraction with the handsome man in “her” bed… She is taking it all in, slow and calm. What kind of sheets these were, the tiles on the floor, the way her partner speaks…

And the way that makes her lips curve into a smile that promises so very much.]

I’d say I like my rides wilder more often than not, but we could start slow, I suppose…

[Pleased by the way he arched into her touch, she rewards it by shamelessly slipping her teasing curl of fingers from his pubis to his cock, taking him in hand to gently fondle as if to oh so idly present to him what could happen if he’d only harden in her palm.]

Shrug off the veil of sleep… get things reving little by little… test out the speeds…

[She leans down enough to press a kiss to his cheek, soft and tinged with a happy hum, but when she leans back her other hand finds the one on her thigh. Those constellations weren’t her work. They weren’t even her at all. She knew temporary work when she saw it.]

Ah, ah, ah… If you’re going to admire my ink…

[She tangles their fingers only briefly, just to pull his touch up to the fullness of her barely covered left breast, which is covered in detailed, colored depiction of a deadly wasp crawling over dripping honeycomb.]

I’m more proud of this one~