[He feels how she shudders, how her body reacts just to the simple ministrations of his hands on her and his breath on her ear, satisfied with that response, but requiring more. The rest of the world around him slowly starts to be drowned out of his consciousness as his focus narrows further and further onto Lumine, yearning for more, determined to acquire it. The steady rhythm of his hands get interrupted by her own, her fingers pulling them downward to guide him to cup her breasts, supple and soft in his palms, making him squeeze them just so to soothe a need that radiates though her body and into his own. Childe lets out a heavy, heady breath as his fingers knead into them, delighted at this turn of events, the coil in his stomach beginning to wind and his length hardening by he moment as desires cloud his thoughts.
But what's even better is how she guides him further downwards, sliding down her perfectly curved body, fingers lightly touching on her most sensitive area, begging for him to soothe her aches and pains that cry for his attention.
It's as if a small, dark corrupting flame lights within his mind as lust pools and spreads into every thought. She's opened herself to him, to delve into depravity, to succumb to all their own private wishes and wants that lie beneath the surface. And he in turn, has opened himself to her, the message that travels from her mind to his own enveloping his thoughts utterly and completely. Tartaglia obeys the command, smiling deviously from behind her as he presses his chest to her back, taking the opportunity now to pull her into him as his finger lightly toys with her aching clit.]
Far be it from me to keep you from everything you desire. Your desires are my desires, after all. But first...
[Take the time to prepare her, make her body and mind pliant, make her willing to accept her destiny. Mold her and open her for me.
The dark voice manifests itself in Childe's mind as a simple, already understood fact. As if he was meant to do this, like he should do this, that he wants to do this and always has. His hand leaves her groin, leaving her wanting but comes to cup her breast once more as both hands slowly massage her, a gentle and yet solid gesture that communicates that he will serve as her cornerstone in this journey, that she can lean on him and he will be there to hold her up throughout it. Small pinches and rolls of his thumb over her nipples are worked in between, loving how they perk under his ministrations, serving as the prep needed to make her ready to receive him and her fate.
His neck cranes down to brush his lips against the side of her neck, black corrupting wisps of smoke trailing behind every deliberate kiss he plants to it. But he doesn't seem to take notice of this, sinking further into the dark whispers of want that flood his mind.
Make her desperate for your body, so that all she can say is yes.]
I need to make sure you're ready. One ache at a time, Lumine. But I promise to fill you completely, but how quickly depends on you.
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But what's even better is how she guides him further downwards, sliding down her perfectly curved body, fingers lightly touching on her most sensitive area, begging for him to soothe her aches and pains that cry for his attention.
It's as if a small, dark corrupting flame lights within his mind as lust pools and spreads into every thought. She's opened herself to him, to delve into depravity, to succumb to all their own private wishes and wants that lie beneath the surface. And he in turn, has opened himself to her, the message that travels from her mind to his own enveloping his thoughts utterly and completely. Tartaglia obeys the command, smiling deviously from behind her as he presses his chest to her back, taking the opportunity now to pull her into him as his finger lightly toys with her aching clit.]
Far be it from me to keep you from everything you desire. Your desires are my desires, after all. But first...
[Take the time to prepare her, make her body and mind pliant, make her willing to accept her destiny. Mold her and open her
for me.The dark voice manifests itself in Childe's mind as a simple, already understood fact. As if he was meant to do this, like he should do this, that he wants to do this and always has. His hand leaves her groin, leaving her wanting but comes to cup her breast once more as both hands slowly massage her, a gentle and yet solid gesture that communicates that he will serve as her cornerstone in this journey, that she can lean on him and he will be there to hold her up throughout it. Small pinches and rolls of his thumb over her nipples are worked in between, loving how they perk under his ministrations, serving as the prep needed to make her ready to receive him and her fate.
His neck cranes down to brush his lips against the side of her neck, black corrupting wisps of smoke trailing behind every deliberate kiss he plants to it. But he doesn't seem to take notice of this, sinking further into the dark whispers of want that flood his mind.
Make her desperate for your body, so that all she can say is yes.]
I need to make sure you're ready. One ache at a time, Lumine. But I promise to fill you completely, but how quickly depends on you.