[Hayame does not need the warning. She had watched, enraptured and dazed with heat and Discord as Set had worshiped between Akua's thighs, as his tongue and fingers had slipped inside of her and drunk of her pleasure while her own lips pressed distractedly along the flexing line of his shoulder and neck. Even distracted and desperate with her own needs she had watched, and once the god-turned-stallion had sated those needs the same way Akua was now through magic, addressing the primal, instinctive wants of her heat for deep, hot, full... She had tried, herself.
She knew how Akua's body looked before it came, felt before it came. But this time, she's not fumbling and new and ashamed. Maybe she will still be a little ashamed, maybe she will feel as if she betrayed that person, only time would tell. But that one night had given her the power to be less of it, and so- So-
Hayame thrusts her fingers in as fully as she can, angling upwards in rhythmic pulses as her thumb presses hard against the damp lace and the sorceress' clit, determined to see her over the edge and further for what she has done for her. Even as she... Gods, it's so good. In a way, she hates that she loves it, because she- She had chosen a human man as her lover, and so she had told herself she would be content never having that specific type of pleasure ever again. She had others, he sated her despite that "lack", but-
As Akua falls silent in her dedication to orgasm, Hayame cries out for it, releasing the Praesi's neck. Her back legs splay out and her tail whips, and without a mounting stallion's weight to keep her hips pressed down she finds herself bucking, welcoming the somehow-there thrusts and the electric pressure over where her own swell of nerves winks in and out of sight with each clench of desire. Akua was... Akua was there for her now in her need, and even if she-
Even if they had to get back to the Oracle, right now-
She is a mare, not a stallion. It is the stallions who are driven to bite the back of their mares' necks to keep them still as they pump into them, heavy and selfish. But Hayame isn't being selfish now. And she is biting, digging her sharp teeth back into the honey dark junction of neck and shoulder as she cums, tongue laving up against a hint of blood and flesh as she muffles her breathy moans in Akua's shoulder.]
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She knew how Akua's body looked before it came, felt before it came. But this time, she's not fumbling and new and ashamed. Maybe she will still be a little ashamed, maybe she will feel as if she betrayed that person, only time would tell. But that one night had given her the power to be less of it, and so- So-
Hayame thrusts her fingers in as fully as she can, angling upwards in rhythmic pulses as her thumb presses hard against the damp lace and the sorceress' clit, determined to see her over the edge and further for what she has done for her. Even as she... Gods, it's so good. In a way, she hates that she loves it, because she- She had chosen a human man as her lover, and so she had told herself she would be content never having that specific type of pleasure ever again. She had others, he sated her despite that "lack", but-
As Akua falls silent in her dedication to orgasm, Hayame cries out for it, releasing the Praesi's neck. Her back legs splay out and her tail whips, and without a mounting stallion's weight to keep her hips pressed down she finds herself bucking, welcoming the somehow-there thrusts and the electric pressure over where her own swell of nerves winks in and out of sight with each clench of desire. Akua was... Akua was there for her now in her need, and even if she-
Even if they had to get back to the Oracle, right now-
She is a mare, not a stallion. It is the stallions who are driven to bite the back of their mares' necks to keep them still as they pump into them, heavy and selfish. But Hayame isn't being selfish now. And she is biting, digging her sharp teeth back into the honey dark junction of neck and shoulder as she cums, tongue laving up against a hint of blood and flesh as she muffles her breathy moans in Akua's shoulder.]