06-09-2020, 08:17 PM
They fumbled a passage through the shadows of his home. His hunger fuelled her to intensity, and though he seemed determined to lead them into the comfort of his bedroom she would have been perfectly content with something more primal. As he led she followed, though, slipping her own hands beneath his shirt to the heat of skin below, and pinching his lip between her teeth. Nhysa blended pleasure into her work all the time; knew how to be any number of different lovers -- but this was purely about her own desires, not an act or a game or a job. When she sat astride Jaxen Marveet’s lap and coaxed him into oblivion, it had been Li she thought of.
Clothes peeled loose on route. The second skin bandage still wrapped her stomach, though she was not self-conscious of it -- nor would have been even had they been drenched in stark sunlight rather than the cool beams of moonlight that silhouetted them. Li knew enough of what she was; he would expect the scars. Maybe next time she would choose to see the tattoos on his skin for herself; to see what she now explored quite thoroughly with her other senses. But not now. Framed by shadows, she pushed him down into the softness of the cushions, a smirk and dark gleam of eyes, and claimed what was hers.
Clothes peeled loose on route. The second skin bandage still wrapped her stomach, though she was not self-conscious of it -- nor would have been even had they been drenched in stark sunlight rather than the cool beams of moonlight that silhouetted them. Li knew enough of what she was; he would expect the scars. Maybe next time she would choose to see the tattoos on his skin for herself; to see what she now explored quite thoroughly with her other senses. But not now. Framed by shadows, she pushed him down into the softness of the cushions, a smirk and dark gleam of eyes, and claimed what was hers.