[ Ever stalwart, Hayame's focus is on the Oracle, but Akua's mind lingers on this alone. he is not a woman of great hunger, but for now, it is all that can fill her mind. Maybe it is the concentration, to maintain the hold on her gift, and use it for this purpose, or perhaps it is that wild thing blossoming inside of her, a raucous, wild hunger. It lives only for release in this moment, and Akua wants it just as much as she wants to hear those same cries escape Hayame's throat.
So she takes her cues, her eyes at half-mast as she looked over the shoulder of the Jinba, Hayame's fangs offer pricks of pain and Akua feels heightened by it. Good. She breathes in and out, and she arched, her eyes struggled to stay open as she wanted to lean back, and offer the whole of herself to Hayame's ministrations.
But so did Hayame, didn't she? Akua watched the Jinba's haunches rise slightly, and she obliged the unspoken request, filling her more, fucking her harder, letting her feel just how satisfying it can be. She observes to make sure that Hayame never complains, backs off when needed, learning what her body likes just as well as any male lover could. Her breaths started to escalate, the flush across her skin darkened it, and Akua knew that she could only hold back so long, her hunger was so great, and her body ached, for how much it throbbed, chasing Hayame's fingers, taking them.
She needed more, her breaths said, even as through her own lips escaped a needy, hungry little sound. ]
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So she takes her cues, her eyes at half-mast as she looked over the shoulder of the Jinba, Hayame's fangs offer pricks of pain and Akua feels heightened by it. Good. She breathes in and out, and she arched, her eyes struggled to stay open as she wanted to lean back, and offer the whole of herself to Hayame's ministrations.
But so did Hayame, didn't she? Akua watched the Jinba's haunches rise slightly, and she obliged the unspoken request, filling her more, fucking her harder, letting her feel just how satisfying it can be. She observes to make sure that Hayame never complains, backs off when needed, learning what her body likes just as well as any male lover could. Her breaths started to escalate, the flush across her skin darkened it, and Akua knew that she could only hold back so long, her hunger was so great, and her body ached, for how much it throbbed, chasing Hayame's fingers, taking them.
She needed more, her breaths said, even as through her own lips escaped a needy, hungry little sound. ]