“So they just—“
“Yes.”
“But what about—“
“No, they use it all.”
“Well surely you’re not—“
“I am.”
They were both standing, drinking mugs of refreshing Ravokian lake water.
“You’re saying that the Larks import slaves using a drug designed in Zeltiva,” said Rohka, her tone flat.
“I’m surprised you didn’t know,” said Sunshine, putting his empty mug down on a table before reaching out to Rohka’s form. He adjusted the chains on her body, caressing her pale skin as he allowed himself to drink in the vision of her lean body, long legs and rounded hips where the waist chains rested. He pulled her in for another deep, slow kiss. She smiled as he kissed her. It was a wonderful feeling to be surprised by the timing of a kiss. The sybil locked her arms around his neck and stretched upwards on her tippy toes. At this, Sunshine smiled, immediately reaching for her thighs, pulling her up until Rohka took the cue to lock her legs around him.
He walked her over to a wall so she could lean back on it as they continued to kiss.
When he came up for air, stopping himself, he questioned her.
“Why did you want to know about the Larks?”
“Business,” she answered, not sure how much detail to provide. “Breeding too, of slaves.”
Sunshine smirked.
“Breeding, eh?”
The push into her was immediate, sudden, and unexpected.
Rohka gasped, reeling thoughts trying to focus on tightening around him. He brought his lips close to her ear, his voice low as he continued to converse with her while holding her up.
“How much do you know about the Nitrozians?”
“Not much. Very little, to be honest. A slave woman came to see me once. She spoke of some trouble with supporting her mistress in running a business.”
“The Larks are close with the Nitrozians. They have to be. They live so lavishly,” he said, kissing her ear. She couldn’t help but moan, hearing his voice and feeling him move within her.
“Please don’t stop,” she whispered, her legs pulling him closer.
It was here that Sunshine needed to think. Right here was yet another point of no return, and his resolve was wearing thin. Hearing her voice, feeling her beautiful warmth, her skin, her genuine pleasure… it was so much joy. He didn’t want to stop.
But he didn’t want to continue, either.
He bit her earlobe and she hissed, the movements now getting faster and faster, getting himself as close to his edge as possible, hearing her moans, feeling her hands grasping at his hair…
Sunshine pulled out and looked at her.
“Can I—“ she began to ask.
“Yes.”
She got down on her knees to hold him and finish her work.
“Yes.”
“But what about—“
“No, they use it all.”
“Well surely you’re not—“
“I am.”
They were both standing, drinking mugs of refreshing Ravokian lake water.
“You’re saying that the Larks import slaves using a drug designed in Zeltiva,” said Rohka, her tone flat.
“I’m surprised you didn’t know,” said Sunshine, putting his empty mug down on a table before reaching out to Rohka’s form. He adjusted the chains on her body, caressing her pale skin as he allowed himself to drink in the vision of her lean body, long legs and rounded hips where the waist chains rested. He pulled her in for another deep, slow kiss. She smiled as he kissed her. It was a wonderful feeling to be surprised by the timing of a kiss. The sybil locked her arms around his neck and stretched upwards on her tippy toes. At this, Sunshine smiled, immediately reaching for her thighs, pulling her up until Rohka took the cue to lock her legs around him.
He walked her over to a wall so she could lean back on it as they continued to kiss.
When he came up for air, stopping himself, he questioned her.
“Why did you want to know about the Larks?”
“Business,” she answered, not sure how much detail to provide. “Breeding too, of slaves.”
Sunshine smirked.
“Breeding, eh?”
The push into her was immediate, sudden, and unexpected.
Rohka gasped, reeling thoughts trying to focus on tightening around him. He brought his lips close to her ear, his voice low as he continued to converse with her while holding her up.
“How much do you know about the Nitrozians?”
“Not much. Very little, to be honest. A slave woman came to see me once. She spoke of some trouble with supporting her mistress in running a business.”
“The Larks are close with the Nitrozians. They have to be. They live so lavishly,” he said, kissing her ear. She couldn’t help but moan, hearing his voice and feeling him move within her.
“Please don’t stop,” she whispered, her legs pulling him closer.
It was here that Sunshine needed to think. Right here was yet another point of no return, and his resolve was wearing thin. Hearing her voice, feeling her beautiful warmth, her skin, her genuine pleasure… it was so much joy. He didn’t want to stop.
But he didn’t want to continue, either.
He bit her earlobe and she hissed, the movements now getting faster and faster, getting himself as close to his edge as possible, hearing her moans, feeling her hands grasping at his hair…
Sunshine pulled out and looked at her.
“Can I—“ she began to ask.
“Yes.”
She got down on her knees to hold him and finish her work.
Boxcode credit to Antipodes
