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[rakta]

The sensations are all new to her, her lack of exploration making her feel blind. She knows the logic behind being intimate like this, is aware of how it should go and the explanations that came during the preparations for her supposed wedding, but she had never experienced it. She had been afraid to, alone, fearing what might happen with her own touch.

It is hard to do it knowing a Patron observes you, also.

Lifting her hips, she makes space for him, his body still so much larger than her own. Her expression is hot and flushed, and she can't help the tremble of her fingers, the yearning to reach out and touch him, to hold him. She wants to kiss him again, but she finds she wants this more, needing to be owned and devoured in some primal, animal way. Is it the souls inside of her, or is it just her nature alone?

She has no idea.

The beginnings of pleasure arise in her are the careful exploration of his tongue, and she bites her lip, waiting to see if the feeling changes, waiting, until - there. A flick of his tongue against something that makes her shake, and she wiggles, widening her hips and gazing at him, nodding her head.

"T-There. It was..." It was good. Too good. She wants more of it.

[sworndevotion]

He notices her little shake right away, freezes, and commits that spot he just touched to memory. A small protrusion above the folds. He watches her nodding, and nods in return. Understood.

Going right back to that spot, he licks it again tentatively, and then with more soft pressure. He wraps his lips and tongue around the little bud of flesh, enveloping it gently with the warmth of his mouth. If her reaction is good, he will add a little suction there.

He watches her and listens intently; even her tiniest movement and the sound of her breath does not escape his notice.

[rakta]

It's embarrassing, to be the sole focus of his attention, even if the monstrous part of her is fuelled by it. The new reptile soul that she has growing stronger inside her craves this, the urge to sink her teeth in again so different from the spectral that had been the dominant force for so many months. The urge to wrap around him, steal his heat, his warmth, everything she can take wars with her uncertainty and shyness, leaving her shivering under him.

As he moves, as he lets his tongue work her over, pleasure her, legs wrap around him and squeeze, her back arching just a little. She wishes, she thinks, that she could touch him properly, that her fingers could sink into his hair and she could feel the softness of it, to twist and pull gently as she feels the pleasure rise, but she cannot.

All she can do is whimper for him.

Lauralae covers her face with one arm, flushed and breathless, her hips rolling against him on instinct, begging for more of something she does not know.

"Dedue... Please..."