[If ever confronted on the subject, Hayame would find it extremely distasteful for anyone to even begin to imply that a warrior such as herself, in such an intimate setting, would ever be the sort to respond so directly and wantonly to simple praise. Yet how is she supposed to explain it, then, how she whines and clenches around Akua's magic when told her touch was wonderful, how her body arches eagerly into a taut bow, quivering with pleasure as dark fingers tease and flick at a taut nipple, the slick swell of her clit. But does she like it... ?]
Mmmm...
[Another moan she cannot hide in a kiss when she needs to pant for breath, striving to give as good as she receives, to provide the sense of fill with her fingers and the friction with lace and thumb.]
Can...
[Doing was one thing, but saying... She had managed "yes", but. An expression beyond the shades of cultural shame and inexperience flickers over her face, something... was that guilt? It was. Guilt, as if afraid that more than just being with someone else, that asking for that, for something that person couldn't give her would be the true betrayal. Would it? But she wants it so badly, and Akua could-]
D- Deeper, can you...
[Her sharp teeth bite into her lip again to half swallow her moan, hiding her guilty request in a sloppy kiss, in nips to lips far softer and crimson than her own. She had only had it once, when Set had taken a stallion's form to sate her Discord-mixed heat, and it had been... She had felt pleasure since, and it was good, it was enough- it was more than enough because it came with trust, with something that made her hearts ache sweetly, so it was, it was, but-]
Fill me more...
[But there was some primitive part of her that craved it still. And in this room where hunger ruled...]
no subject
Mmmm...
[Another moan she cannot hide in a kiss when she needs to pant for breath, striving to give as good as she receives, to provide the sense of fill with her fingers and the friction with lace and thumb.]
Can...
[Doing was one thing, but saying... She had managed "yes", but. An expression beyond the shades of cultural shame and inexperience flickers over her face, something... was that guilt? It was. Guilt, as if afraid that more than just being with someone else, that asking for that, for something that person couldn't give her would be the true betrayal. Would it? But she wants it so badly, and Akua could-]
D- Deeper, can you...
[Her sharp teeth bite into her lip again to half swallow her moan, hiding her guilty request in a sloppy kiss, in nips to lips far softer and crimson than her own. She had only had it once, when Set had taken a stallion's form to sate her Discord-mixed heat, and it had been... She had felt pleasure since, and it was good, it was enough- it was more than enough because it came with trust, with something that made her hearts ache sweetly, so it was, it was, but-]
Fill me more...
[But there was some primitive part of her that craved it still. And in this room where hunger ruled...]