[ Akua's hips automatically rub against her fingers, practically riding them when she stops stroking, not willing to sacrifice her pleasure for the surprise of what she can do to Hayame. She has no spell issued by her attunement to Meridian for this, but she is a Praesi sorceress. It is such a little thing to create the ghost of sensation that drags across her flank. Her lips curled into a mischievous smile as she let the whisper of near-fingertips walk along the surface of her flank, her thumb rubbed gently against Hayame's nipple, and she met her mismatched gaze with her own golden one.
Though it was mottled from the haze of taking her pleasure, it was self-satisfied as well, for it was invigorating to surprise Hayame with this. ]
Do you wish me to?
[ She asked, her tone warm with mischief, as if she knew how naughty the suggestion could be, and it drifted closer, the ghost of a touch brushing against the hairs of her skirt, before they rubbed at the inside of her back thighs, suggesting that there could be something else found, if she gave her permission. Even now, Akua approached her gently, as if she were gently coaxing out the hungry part of her that she knew existed. ]
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Though it was mottled from the haze of taking her pleasure, it was self-satisfied as well, for it was invigorating to surprise Hayame with this. ]
Do you wish me to?
[ She asked, her tone warm with mischief, as if she knew how naughty the suggestion could be, and it drifted closer, the ghost of a touch brushing against the hairs of her skirt, before they rubbed at the inside of her back thighs, suggesting that there could be something else found, if she gave her permission. Even now, Akua approached her gently, as if she were gently coaxing out the hungry part of her that she knew existed. ]