[She wants to mean it. Her heart does want to mean it. She valued loyalty so very much, she felt betrayal so very keenly and so very painfully, and yet... Her lover's confusing words, you're free to let your hair down with whoever you choose keep brushing up against the edges of her hazed mind, and her (admittedly medieval) thinking allows her to think... it's- it's not another man, so it's not the same... it's not as bad...
And the hunger is just so strong.
In public she still shirked and flustered, judgemental over what she viewed as wanton excess and shameful dereliction of duty, but in private she has become able to do such things as this. To moan anxiously (but not as anxiously as she once had been) as Akua's fingertips tested exactly what made her squirm. As tough and strong as she was in battle... it seemed that Hayame was far more delicate in this field, shying away from the harsher of pinches but quivering into gentler rubs and teasing flicks. And all the while-
She can do this. She had watched. She had learned. And once Set had used his shapeshifting abilities to help take the edge off her heat, she had actually been able to try herself. Like she does now, but bolder, stroking at eager nerves over damp lace, scissoring her fingers deeper... but then her motions stutter in surprise, suddenly, her face rising from Akua's collarbone to look up at the other woman in lust-addled confusion, lips a touch swollen from kissing half parted with a question pooling on her tongue. She had felt-
How had she felt Akua's hand stroking along her flank? Was it magic... ? (And shamefully, her mind thinks, despite her usual distaste for magic she did not understand... If it can stroke along her flank...)]
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And the hunger is just so strong.
In public she still shirked and flustered, judgemental over what she viewed as wanton excess and shameful dereliction of duty, but in private she has become able to do such things as this. To moan anxiously (but not as anxiously as she once had been) as Akua's fingertips tested exactly what made her squirm. As tough and strong as she was in battle... it seemed that Hayame was far more delicate in this field, shying away from the harsher of pinches but quivering into gentler rubs and teasing flicks. And all the while-
She can do this. She had watched. She had learned. And once Set had used his shapeshifting abilities to help take the edge off her heat, she had actually been able to try herself. Like she does now, but bolder, stroking at eager nerves over damp lace, scissoring her fingers deeper... but then her motions stutter in surprise, suddenly, her face rising from Akua's collarbone to look up at the other woman in lust-addled confusion, lips a touch swollen from kissing half parted with a question pooling on her tongue. She had felt-
How had she felt Akua's hand stroking along her flank? Was it magic... ? (And shamefully, her mind thinks, despite her usual distaste for magic she did not understand... If it can stroke along her flank...)]