[ she shivers, bodily, hips canting forwards against her, slightly, and makes a brief, sharp sound in the back of her throat in between shallow breaths— ]
[She tugs Shrike's panties down so she can swipe her tongue down over her clit. Her knife rests gently against fresh skin on her lower hip, not enough to break skin—unless she were to, say, squirm against it.]
oh no it's really hard not to squirm and she does, in fact—hips pressing forward against Glory's tongue, back arching slightly, and the blade bites into her skin. just a little, but enough to draw a red line across her skin, to summon little beads of blood up to the surface, and her moan cuts off in a sharp whine. ]
[Glory raises her head to ask, but doesn't wait for an answer before moving to do it again, tongue pressed against her and the knife steady. Her free hand settles on the inside of Shrike's thigh, pressing her legs open a bit more, but also keeping the contact so she can judge how she's moving.]
[Those are the last words she says before she dips her head, lingering this time, mouth against her, using a light brush of teeth before returning to attention with her lips and tongue.]
[ her hips turn up just slightly—even though she knows she won't get hurt that badly, or nothing she can't heal through, there's still something about having to constrain her movement that really... focuses the sensation, and she can feel the tension building towards overflowing. ]
[Glory presses Shrike's hips down with her hand as she presses her tongue hard against her. Her other hand, the hand holding the knife, rotates so the blade skims the cuts that are already there on her hip.]
[ she can't even hiss at the bite of the knife, since Glory has her gasping, and cries out, full-throated, pulling down hard on the chains.
banter is becoming entirely out of the question, and it's hard to control her own reactions; she squirms, pushing herself back into the edge of the blade, and makes a high, sharp sound in the back of her throat. ]
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softlyfalling) wrote2019-02-12 07:23 pm
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Aah—nnn, it feels so...
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So...?
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...........fuck, I'm really turned on.
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Well, that was the goal.
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[raises her head slightly to look at her properly]
And I do really like seeing you like this.
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[ /////// ]
...mm, and, I mean, er—you're... pretty hot, doing this.
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...Thank you. I'm... glad.
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Right. Where was I...? I think about here.
[She tugs Shrike's panties down so she can swipe her tongue down over her clit. Her knife rests gently against fresh skin on her lower hip, not enough to break skin—unless she were to, say, squirm against it.]
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oh no it's really hard not to squirm and she does, in fact—hips pressing forward against Glory's tongue, back arching slightly, and the blade bites into her skin. just a little, but enough to draw a red line across her skin, to summon little beads of blood up to the surface, and her moan cuts off in a sharp whine. ]
Re: Day 285, afternoonish?
[Glory raises her head to ask, but doesn't wait for an answer before moving to do it again, tongue pressed against her and the knife steady. Her free hand settles on the inside of Shrike's thigh, pressing her legs open a bit more, but also keeping the contact so she can judge how she's moving.]
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[ she breaks off in a light hiss that descends into a groan of arousal, looking down at Glory with half-lidded eyes before continuing, shakily— ]
Fuck, it—it really is...
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[Those are the last words she says before she dips her head, lingering this time, mouth against her, using a light brush of teeth before returning to attention with her lips and tongue.]
Re: Day 285, afternoonish?
[ her hips turn up just slightly—even though she knows she won't get hurt that badly, or nothing she can't heal through, there's still something about having to constrain her movement that really... focuses the sensation, and she can feel the tension building towards overflowing. ]
Re: Day 285, afternoonish?
Re: Day 285, afternoonish?
banter is becoming entirely out of the question, and it's hard to control her own reactions; she squirms, pushing herself back into the edge of the blade, and makes a high, sharp sound in the back of her throat. ]