[Kiritsubo didn't always play games. Sometimes, she just needed a good hard fuck, a smoke, and a shower before she went back to her business, other times she wanted it all-night tantric, slow and heavy and luxuriating in the sheets. Her moods in the realm of sex could be as mercurial as her wanderlusts in other areas, but what didn't change was how often she wanted it. It wasn't wrong to think of succubi, for the way their desires manifested was not so different... It was just that hers sprang from purely physical urges that needed sating, whereas a succubi's was more an issue of devilish nature that needed feeding.]
Oh, I am very fair~
[And very fun, voice rumbling into a husky noise as fingers dig in to the meat of her ass and lift. Obligingly, her tights tighten with a quiver about his waist so that she can begin to rock into his lap, far too shrewd and skilled a lover to be temporarily left cross about the lack of depth when it meant that she could instead enjoy the longer game of building, mounting peaks. Her fingers tangle in her own long, pale hair, pulling it into a messy pile atop her head as she watches ardently where those clever lips go, arching her back to pop her hips and offer up her breasts in a single calculated stretch. They stay there a moment as she sighs happily, humming with approval as a warm, wet tongue manipulates the ring, tugging gently on her nipple before he finds the perfect way to apply the attention she had coveted so wantonly at her clit.]
Mmmmm, that's good... how am I ever going to forget about this tongue of yours, Sebastian?
[She isn't, because she doesn't really forget anything- a blessing and a curse for a being as long-lived as she. The encouragement falls easy off her own, shard-pierced tongue as she frees up his hands to grind into his thrusts of her own volition, just carefully enough that she doesn't writhe away from his touch. And because she is fair, like she'd said she was (when she wanted to be), when the first good moan works its way up her throat what follows in its wake... is a hint.]
We have very good memories, my kind, you know... Despite the slander you might hear from other shapeshifters who lucked into being more beloved by the gods~
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Oh, I am very fair~
[And very fun, voice rumbling into a husky noise as fingers dig in to the meat of her ass and lift. Obligingly, her tights tighten with a quiver about his waist so that she can begin to rock into his lap, far too shrewd and skilled a lover to be temporarily left cross about the lack of depth when it meant that she could instead enjoy the longer game of building, mounting peaks. Her fingers tangle in her own long, pale hair, pulling it into a messy pile atop her head as she watches ardently where those clever lips go, arching her back to pop her hips and offer up her breasts in a single calculated stretch. They stay there a moment as she sighs happily, humming with approval as a warm, wet tongue manipulates the ring, tugging gently on her nipple before he finds the perfect way to apply the attention she had coveted so wantonly at her clit.]
Mmmmm, that's good... how am I ever going to forget about this tongue of yours, Sebastian?
[She isn't, because she doesn't really forget anything- a blessing and a curse for a being as long-lived as she. The encouragement falls easy off her own, shard-pierced tongue as she frees up his hands to grind into his thrusts of her own volition, just carefully enough that she doesn't writhe away from his touch. And because she is fair, like she'd said she was (when she wanted to be), when the first good moan works its way up her throat what follows in its wake... is a hint.]
We have very good memories, my kind, you know... Despite the slander you might hear from other shapeshifters who lucked into being more beloved by the gods~