[Hayame had never imagined that she might enjoy giving another person pleasure. Mainly because she had never let herself think of pleasure at all, trying her best even in the depths of her heats not to allow it... but also, because she had only ever seen jinba forced to provide. Here, though... as long as it- As long as it wasn't with her mouth (she couldn't bear the idea without gagging), as long as it was her hands...
She had... been fascinated, watching how pleased Akua had looked when Set had delved between her thighs. And when she finally found the courage to take and have for herself, with no Discord, no heat as an excuse... she had felt... felt proud, and strangely good, when that man had moaned and she had known it was because of her. Because of what she was doing to him. So when Akua arches and flushes...
Hayame bites into her lip to muffle a whimper of her own desire, her back legs twisting anxiously on the floor and her tail whipping uselessly behind her. It was so unfair... if they were both the same shape... But they weren't, none of the shard-bearers were. She tells herself to just be content with this. To release a deep, shaky exhale as the other woman frees her from the tight bindings around her chest and the fullness of the womanhood she always denied fell soft and full into her warm hands. It wouldn't be enough but... it was fine, she didn't... she shouldn't anyway...]
It's not... not that much of a surprise...
[It sounds almost petulant, that protest, and she does dislike the whine in her voice so, but everything is getting hotter, hazier, softer, looser...]
I have...
[Someone. She has someone. She has done things... learned things...
Enough to press her lips along the line of Akua's throat, sharp teeth pricking noticeably but not painfully into her skin in contrast to the softness of her mouth and tongue. Enough to swirl her thumb in firm, rousing circles into the damp patch she feels growing on that lacy excuse for undergarments.]
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She had... been fascinated, watching how pleased Akua had looked when Set had delved between her thighs. And when she finally found the courage to take and have for herself, with no Discord, no heat as an excuse... she had felt... felt proud, and strangely good, when that man had moaned and she had known it was because of her. Because of what she was doing to him. So when Akua arches and flushes...
Hayame bites into her lip to muffle a whimper of her own desire, her back legs twisting anxiously on the floor and her tail whipping uselessly behind her. It was so unfair... if they were both the same shape... But they weren't, none of the shard-bearers were. She tells herself to just be content with this. To release a deep, shaky exhale as the other woman frees her from the tight bindings around her chest and the fullness of the womanhood she always denied fell soft and full into her warm hands. It wouldn't be enough but... it was fine, she didn't... she shouldn't anyway...]
It's not... not that much of a surprise...
[It sounds almost petulant, that protest, and she does dislike the whine in her voice so, but everything is getting hotter, hazier, softer, looser...]
I have...
[Someone. She has someone. She has done things... learned things...
Enough to press her lips along the line of Akua's throat, sharp teeth pricking noticeably but not painfully into her skin in contrast to the softness of her mouth and tongue. Enough to swirl her thumb in firm, rousing circles into the damp patch she feels growing on that lacy excuse for undergarments.]