[Just saying "yes" likely did not seem like much, coming from most people. But Hayame is not most people. Her tightly guarded, damaged hearts and her repressed, shame-filled upbringing were certainly not most people's. Just that amount of honesty, that amount of admitting aloud what she desired...
Her hearts pound, and both sets of lungs freeze in her chests as her face tips into the chaste kiss. Her lips part for soft pant of need... which becomes a whimper whine of pleasure as somehow, somehow, (magic) Akua touches her, her (her?) hand whispering over the velvet soft skin of her nethers and the sensitive swell of exposed nerve. Her own fingers splay and press as she arches into the touch, squirming as the light, teasing touch beneath her tail and over the taut tip of a flush breast make her feel deliciously trapped between. She should... Akua's lips are on her neck, they're too far, the words just fall out...]
I'm not... It's winter in Alenroux, I'm not supposed to be...
[Even now, she still provides excuses. She isn't this wanton by nature, she swears, she does... But she doesn't let the excuses actually stop her, not this time. Even as she sighs through the rest, the excuse for why she was so needy... She knows it doesn't cover her own actions. It doesn't explain away what she's doing. It doesn't stop her from doing it.]
Supposed to be in heat for... for at least three months...
[But she was in something now, so... if Akua was right, if they could just take the edge off, if they could just "rest" and then get back to the Oracle-
Hayame's insides clench eagerly, another whine released as she leans into the other woman and resumes her touch, turning her wrist upwards to give her a better angle from which to thrust her fingers, a shudder racing down her long spine at the lewd, slick sound.]
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Her hearts pound, and both sets of lungs freeze in her chests as her face tips into the chaste kiss. Her lips part for soft pant of need... which becomes a whimper whine of pleasure as somehow, somehow, (magic) Akua touches her, her (her?) hand whispering over the velvet soft skin of her nethers and the sensitive swell of exposed nerve. Her own fingers splay and press as she arches into the touch, squirming as the light, teasing touch beneath her tail and over the taut tip of a flush breast make her feel deliciously trapped between. She should... Akua's lips are on her neck, they're too far, the words just fall out...]
I'm not... It's winter in Alenroux, I'm not supposed to be...
[Even now, she still provides excuses. She isn't this wanton by nature, she swears, she does... But she doesn't let the excuses actually stop her, not this time. Even as she sighs through the rest, the excuse for why she was so needy... She knows it doesn't cover her own actions. It doesn't explain away what she's doing. It doesn't stop her from doing it.]
Supposed to be in heat for... for at least three months...
[But she was in something now, so... if Akua was right, if they could just take the edge off, if they could just "rest" and then get back to the Oracle-
Hayame's insides clench eagerly, another whine released as she leans into the other woman and resumes her touch, turning her wrist upwards to give her a better angle from which to thrust her fingers, a shudder racing down her long spine at the lewd, slick sound.]