โ all i need is you. โ
nosing lovingly against her cheek,
fingers rubbing circular motions into her hips.
โ you and i,
nothing can touch us. โ
returning to the kiss,
taking a moment to drink her in, to appreciate soft lips and the intertwining of tongues.
in this new secrecy and confine, bigger hands seek to pull her priestess closer. resting thighs are moved to further dip onto her figure and the chair. the kiss is returned with need โ feasting upon her taste.
....
wings wrapping around her frame,
bodies pressed against one another in a leathery cocoon.
drolta chases her lips,
eventually catching them with her own.
not a second to waste โ the lioness takes it as an invitation, pulling faces to meet โ lips to chase after every centimetre of lustrous fine skin on Droltaโs face. leaving a wake of her love above it all.
( tongue inspiring more blood flow, worming its way around the puncture.
draining until sheโs drunk from it,
pulling back fangs only to graze lips over the mark,
treating it to a tender kiss from her bloodied mouth. )
mm, i like the way you taste.