[ Though it would be easy to say that Hayame shouldn't worry whether she was in heat or not, she understood what she was truly saying. This was unusual, and her passion was not and should not be this high. While as a human, she did not have such cycles, she understood them from a clinical sense, and she would have considered this, had her attentions not been so narrowly focused on the only person in front of her, the only thing that mattered right now.
She was hungry for it, in a way that defied logic, and perhaps that was what Hayame experienced whenever she was in a heat. It was a roaring inferno, a desperate hunger that left her squirming on Hayame's fingers, chasing a sensation that wasn't quite there yet, but that she wanted to find. Over and over, if she could. If Hayame would allow her the time. ]
Then we will sate it.
[ She promised, instead of telling her she was wrong. Instead of pointing out anything about it. Hayame knew her body best, after all, but Akua wanted her to feel the same as she did, her ghost-like fingers drifted, aiming to fill her in a way that would satisfy her. It wasn't her real fingers after all, merely controlled force, and if it felt solid, like something more pushing at her lips, spreading them apart, ghostly sensation coaxing her open as a phantom thumb brushed against her nerves, trying to make her feel as good as she felt. ]
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She was hungry for it, in a way that defied logic, and perhaps that was what Hayame experienced whenever she was in a heat. It was a roaring inferno, a desperate hunger that left her squirming on Hayame's fingers, chasing a sensation that wasn't quite there yet, but that she wanted to find. Over and over, if she could. If Hayame would allow her the time. ]
Then we will sate it.
[ She promised, instead of telling her she was wrong. Instead of pointing out anything about it. Hayame knew her body best, after all, but Akua wanted her to feel the same as she did, her ghost-like fingers drifted, aiming to fill her in a way that would satisfy her. It wasn't her real fingers after all, merely controlled force, and if it felt solid, like something more pushing at her lips, spreading them apart, ghostly sensation coaxing her open as a phantom thumb brushed against her nerves, trying to make her feel as good as she felt. ]