[Some might consider it uncouth, to use abilities such as Kiritsubo possesses to predict whether someone would be a good lover. She, personally, does not. What is she to do, blind those eyes that「see」so well to the truth of things?
She said she was sure because she was sure.
Her fingers release his hair to allow him the movement because she wanted it just as much as she liked that grip. Besides, she’s already figured out the best spot, so when he presses back between her legs in the wake of that titillating hum her fingers are ready for him, sliding dark, manicured fingernails along his scalp until she finds that helpful placement, curling raven black hair between her pale knuckles as his own hand works so skillfully to spread her, exposing the sensitive bud of her clit all the better for the warm slip of his tongue and the pressure drawing her into his mouth. And for a few moments… she just enjoys it. Her head falls back and her mouth falls open for an encouraging moan, enhanced with a little whine as she arches into the stimulation, pale hair scattered on the mound of cushions behind her and toes sliding in soft fur rugs. She isn’t going to deny him the sounds that will guide him, but…
Her other hand finds his gloved one where it wraps around her thigh, and Kiritsubo’s voice is chastising in play as she lets her fingers slip beneath the soft material and scrape into the tight space between textile and skin, tsking softly all the while.]
Ah, ah, ah~
[She manages to force enough of the glove off that it begins to expose the occult mark on the back of his hand, her tone transitioning into a sultry purr that demands in the guise of a request as she curls back in to all the better look at him there between her thighs, her dark eyes almost sparkling as her lips curl, a pale blue crystal piercing (soul shard) glistening on her tongue.]
no subject
She said she was sure because she was sure.
Her fingers release his hair to allow him the movement because she wanted it just as much as she liked that grip. Besides, she’s already figured out the best spot, so when he presses back between her legs in the wake of that titillating hum her fingers are ready for him, sliding dark, manicured fingernails along his scalp until she finds that helpful placement, curling raven black hair between her pale knuckles as his own hand works so skillfully to spread her, exposing the sensitive bud of her clit all the better for the warm slip of his tongue and the pressure drawing her into his mouth. And for a few moments… she just enjoys it. Her head falls back and her mouth falls open for an encouraging moan, enhanced with a little whine as she arches into the stimulation, pale hair scattered on the mound of cushions behind her and toes sliding in soft fur rugs. She isn’t going to deny him the sounds that will guide him, but…
Her other hand finds his gloved one where it wraps around her thigh, and Kiritsubo’s voice is chastising in play as she lets her fingers slip beneath the soft material and scrape into the tight space between textile and skin, tsking softly all the while.]
Ah, ah, ah~
[She manages to force enough of the glove off that it begins to expose the occult mark on the back of his hand, her tone transitioning into a sultry purr that demands in the guise of a request as she curls back in to all the better look at him there between her thighs, her dark eyes almost sparkling as her lips curl, a pale blue crystal piercing (soul shard) glistening on her tongue.]
Fuck me with this one.