[ooc: if you wanna write the monster coming back for more I am down, hurhur! Otherwise, yeah, next time!]
[Oh... the carry was so princely! Kiritsubo seems grateful for it, if not perhaps a little embarrassed to need it. She is helpful, at least, curling into the embrace to keep her weight centered, an arm half draped over his shoulder for balance, her face tucked into his chest. That last part... perhaps she is hiding the flush on her worked up expression? Or perhaps she simply wants him to feel it- her hot breath against his skin.
When placed own, she seems to half collapse into the sit, presenting a pretty, somewhat helpless picture. All part of the game, the little role she decided might be fun, but... there is hunger in her eyes when she gazes up at him from nuzzling into the palm of his hand, lips half-parted and as of yet so unused.]
Could I...
[As if unconsciously, her legs have already fallen akimbo to allow him closer between her thighs. The slick and sweat that stain her thighs... they would be so much proper with pale seed in streaks upon her skin. But for now... she bites into her bottom lip, eyelids fluttering as if recalling. The way the tentacles had felt wriggling deep into her cunt, how easily they had riled her up...]
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[Oh... the carry was so princely! Kiritsubo seems grateful for it, if not perhaps a little embarrassed to need it. She is helpful, at least, curling into the embrace to keep her weight centered, an arm half draped over his shoulder for balance, her face tucked into his chest. That last part... perhaps she is hiding the flush on her worked up expression? Or perhaps she simply wants him to feel it- her hot breath against his skin.
When placed own, she seems to half collapse into the sit, presenting a pretty, somewhat helpless picture. All part of the game, the little role she decided might be fun, but... there is hunger in her eyes when she gazes up at him from nuzzling into the palm of his hand, lips half-parted and as of yet so unused.]
Could I...
[As if unconsciously, her legs have already fallen akimbo to allow him closer between her thighs. The slick and sweat that stain her thighs... they would be so much proper with pale seed in streaks upon her skin. But for now... she bites into her bottom lip, eyelids fluttering as if recalling. The way the tentacles had felt wriggling deep into her cunt, how easily they had riled her up...]
I want your fingers...