[Later, Kiritsubo will wonder just what sort of entity could watch her without escaping the notice of her dark, dark eyes. But now, in this moment when she thinks that they are alone, just two (three?) souls in a room of boundless, rousing hunger... she slips all too easily into pleasure and all too shamelessly into obscenity. Without realizing there are eyes upon them, and that certain scenes were even in that moment becoming infamous, slated for potential attempts at illustrated recreation in lurid, erotic "reports" across the cobbled together world...
Kiritsubo sinks into the pleasure, letting her mind empty of most everything but the wind up towards release. Though she controlled her perceptions to some extent... it could still be somewhat exhausting, somewhat numbing, to「see」all that she did, as much as she did. Yet in moments like this, consumed with only the immediate, throbbing desires of her species' high libido and the physical responses of her body... all of that fell away. As Sebastian indulges her in his love to serve her back quivers in the pretty arch that stretches her tattoos over pale skin and svelte muscle, fingers twisting in his hair and in the soft cushions of their "bed" as her mouth opens for a fetching moan. As his fingers press and rub into the heat of her body her thighs strain not to clap inwards and trap him there, not ready to interrupt the rhythm building in his movements or the warm, soft pressure of his tongue that turns to an electric flick once he applies the tip. It inspires her to release her grip in the softness of her support to roam as she sighs and whines, fingertips dragging heavy over her plush lips, swirling up her breast to the tip, where she tugs and twists gently on the ring pierced through a taut pink nipple, playing with herself while her partner teased, tormenting just a little with the delicious slow down...
And the even more delicious resumption. If she had the reason for it, she could hold out... But she does not want to. She's been aching since she entered this room, and she assumes she will be aching still because one has never been enough for her, but it would surely at least take the edge off. That's why she opens herself up to every sensation, to the stretch around his knuckles, the lewd, slick sound produced where he presses into her sex, and the rub of his bared fingertips over that sensitive place inside her. Once Sebastian works back into pattern just where she has directed him, once she decides to let go...
Kiritsubo cums with a sudden snap, long legs straightening out with a quiver on either side of the demon's head for a moment with painted toes splaying in the air before she finds purchase in the furs beneath them, curling as she uses the leverage to buck her hips greedily up towards his mouth, tightening on his digits and letting out a wanton cry... but not letting go, just yet, of the tight and demanding clutch she has on his hair.
She won't let go. Not until she finishes with the peak.]
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Kiritsubo sinks into the pleasure, letting her mind empty of most everything but the wind up towards release. Though she controlled her perceptions to some extent... it could still be somewhat exhausting, somewhat numbing, to「see」all that she did, as much as she did. Yet in moments like this, consumed with only the immediate, throbbing desires of her species' high libido and the physical responses of her body... all of that fell away. As Sebastian indulges her in his love to serve her back quivers in the pretty arch that stretches her tattoos over pale skin and svelte muscle, fingers twisting in his hair and in the soft cushions of their "bed" as her mouth opens for a fetching moan. As his fingers press and rub into the heat of her body her thighs strain not to clap inwards and trap him there, not ready to interrupt the rhythm building in his movements or the warm, soft pressure of his tongue that turns to an electric flick once he applies the tip. It inspires her to release her grip in the softness of her support to roam as she sighs and whines, fingertips dragging heavy over her plush lips, swirling up her breast to the tip, where she tugs and twists gently on the ring pierced through a taut pink nipple, playing with herself while her partner teased, tormenting just a little with the delicious slow down...
And the even more delicious resumption. If she had the reason for it, she could hold out... But she does not want to. She's been aching since she entered this room, and she assumes she will be aching still because one has never been enough for her, but it would surely at least take the edge off. That's why she opens herself up to every sensation, to the stretch around his knuckles, the lewd, slick sound produced where he presses into her sex, and the rub of his bared fingertips over that sensitive place inside her. Once Sebastian works back into pattern just where she has directed him, once she decides to let go...
Kiritsubo cums with a sudden snap, long legs straightening out with a quiver on either side of the demon's head for a moment with painted toes splaying in the air before she finds purchase in the furs beneath them, curling as she uses the leverage to buck her hips greedily up towards his mouth, tightening on his digits and letting out a wanton cry... but not letting go, just yet, of the tight and demanding clutch she has on his hair.
She won't let go. Not until she finishes with the peak.]