Laced (Amelia)

[Aislin]

"It depends on how it's done, doesn't it?" Aislin inquired, as she looked up at her patron with glimmering eyes, awaiting another response, or perhaps a question.

It was only a statement that came; and a series of steps that closed the gap that once rested between them. Bringing the whore to look up into Amelia's face as lips pressed close to the stem of a swollen wine glass.

Aislin listened then, to her words in an amused silence. Her hands rising to meet the woman's thighs. To run up and down their length, slowly, softly. Building up a sense of heat between their two lithe forms. "If that is true, then put the glass down and tell me how you'd like it," the whore insisted. "Should I be soft with you?" she inquired, as her right hand rose over the protrusion of Amelia's hip, towards her breast, the tips of her fingers brushing the underside of the one closest, suggestively, before diving back down her belly, "or as rough as a man who hasn't yet sated his lust and seeks his own release?"

A curious grin crossed her lips.

But it was her eyes that seemed to smile most...

[Amelia Cross]

Was it the powers of this woman, the growing heat of Amelia’s body or the simple urge to get it all over with sooner? It didn’t matter, what mattered was that Amelia followed the suggestion with a smile. She backed away from the temptress a bit, walking slowly to place the glass away, down on the ground. The thought of placing it on a safe distance from the bed didn’t occur to her, it somehow seemed to be irrelevant at this moment, or maybe it was so because the precautions weren’t pushed in her head by the woman. ”I enjoy a bit of variety in everything…cold and hot, a hit and a kiss…together it works for the best type of pleasure” she spoke from the top of her mind as she found her way back to Aislin.

Amelia began feeling greedy. The clear smile in the whore’s eyes was something interesting and inviting. Her pure eyes were smiling so clearly, but Amelia couldn’t tell what the whore was smiling for, she wished to think it was her, but a small echo in the back of her mind, the small bit of sanity kept reminding her that something was wrong. But the small voice wasn’t enough to stop her, she moved closer, letting her hands slide along Aislin’s body. Amelia leaned closer, closer and landed her lips on the whore’s neck. Her kiss was eager and hungry, like she had been deprived of water for days and the woman’s skin was her desired, sweet drink. Soon enough, her hands found their way to the whore’s inner thighs and slowly, but surely began building up the heat between their bodies, cursing herself for not removing her own attire.

Amelia continued to leave kisses and bites along the woman’s neck and shoulders, smudging her own lipstick and leaving clear trails of her lips along the whore’s skin ”then again…I think I would manage with just your nails digging in my skin, a bite here and there…” something between a beg, a beg for her to start sooner…and an order... Amelia didn’t seem to bother about who was in charge, who was playing who and why anymore. There wasn’t a sign of the woman who was trained by her father to become a part of the Sun, a courteous lady or just part of the intelligentsia, now only the animal remained. The animal that craved release from the woman’s skillful touch.

[Aislin]

"As you wish," Aislin whispered as her hands climbed, coming to meet Amelia's breasts as the woman kissed her. Offering them a slight squeeze as the thumbs brushed the nipples, teasing them as she may a man's member, until it had grown stiff. Her lips crept forward then, as she kept on massaging her patron. They pursed, but only slightly, as her hands trailed around Amelia's form towards the center of her back. She could feel the ridges of her shoulder blades against the tips of her fingers as she pulled the woman into her, and forced her lips against the space just between her pectoral muscles.

Aislin offered the woman's shrouded skin kisses. Soft and fleeting and first, and then hungrier, more forceful as she leaned up and inched each closer and closer to her neck.

The whore's hands circled the woman's ivory blades as she continued to kiss. Building up an even greater sense of heat between them. You like this, the magic insisted as she planted another kiss towards the top of her patron's heart; a rising fleshy slope devoid of speckled sun. You like this very much, and want so much more. There was a pause. Darker things, dirtier things.

Aislin landed another kiss a fraction of an inch to the right of the previous one. I will do it all for you.

You just have to ask.

OOCBeen running around like a lunatic lately, posts may be slightly delayed.

[Cloud]

From the sky falls your reward!

Amelia :

Experience
Skill | XP Earned
Observation | +4
Socialization | +4
Seduction | +4
Philosophy | +2

Lores
• | Lore Earned
• | Location: House Of Immortal Pleasures
• | Kisses Are A Sign Of Affection
• | Aislin the Whore
• | A Lesson In Pleasure

Misc? :

Nothing to add.

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