[7rings] catchall for douman

[shiftingwinds]

i'll make this pretty later

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[commedia]

...Nnn.

[They're gritting their teeth now, but the noise they just let out is sincerely one of pleasure.]

Of course not...how would you like me to call you, mm?

[shiftingwinds]

[i can't believe they're just doing this in the library.]

"Lady Windmaster".

[commedia]

[Sometimes you just have to step on a two meter tall jester in a place of reading, its fine.]

Aaah. A beautiful title. Lady Windmaster... [The tone they have is smooth, crooning.] How blessed I am, to be at your mercy.

[shiftingwinds]

[she fans herself, hiding a blush behind her fan. it's fine. she can dish it out but it's harder to take it, apparently? this is barely taking it. she's a disaster.

anyway, she eyes them for a moment or two.]

...that's right. You're at my mercy. [and then she stomps on their neck and murders them!! right here in this pc!!



okay no she doesn't do that.] Is there something else you want? Ask me for it.

["beg me for it" would have fit better but she's still getting used to this.]

[commedia]

[god please free me from horny clown hell]

...Mm. I could think of many things.

[Their eyes close as they smile.]

If you could allow this humble priest to touch you, Lady Windmaster?

[shiftingwinds]

[her cheeks flush a deeper red. okay. keep your cool, sqx. but she nods once, and pulls her foot fully away from their neck.]

I suppose that would be alright.

[commedia]

Thank you.

[And they reach out to her foot to caress along the side of it, trailing it up to her ankle.]

[shiftingwinds]

[that kind of tickles a little

she just tries to stay very, very still, but she swallows as their hand trails up to her ankle, and she fans herself just the tiniest bit faster.]

[commedia]

[Its a little hard to move what with the foot on their neck, but they inch their head forward, giving her a glance up and a smile, before kissing the top of her foot gently.]

[shiftingwinds]

[she squeaks.



and then puts her other hand over her mouth behind her fan.]

[commedia]

...

Lady Windmaster? Are you alright? Do you want me to stop?

[shiftingwinds]

...ahaha, no, you can keep going...!

[she's just a disaster it's fine


she's fanning herself a little more quickly now.]

[commedia]

[If she says so!]

[They will kiss her foot again, before leaning to kiss up her lower leg, lifting up her robe to do so.]

[shiftingwinds]

[it has taken approximately five seconds for them to turn this around on her, which is kind of pathetic. she needs more practice stepping on people.

anyway, she takes a breath to try and calm herself and stay still as they start to kiss up her leg, but isn't quite able to keep herself from shifting a little - she keeps her other foot on their neck, but adjusts so that they've got a bit more range to move upward.

it's silent permission to keep going (because she'll probably get self-conscious if she actually speaks).]

[commedia]

[Douman gladly takes the added range - hands practically embracing SQX's leg, they kiss upwards, before pausing below her knee.]

[With a murmur, they kiss right against her knee, before licking around it. How depraved.]

[shiftingwinds]

[


yeah no she's a disaster. she makes another noise, muffled against her hand at first, but she has to draw it away from her mouth to catch herself against the bookshelf because she goes weak-kneed at that.]

[commedia]

Aaaah. Lady Windmaster? Are you alright...?

[Just looking up with glittering dark eyes.]

Would you want to sit down, perhaps?

[shiftingwinds]

...no. I'll stay standing.

[


her pride won't let her take the easy way out and just sit down right now. she presses down with a bit more pressure on their neck.]

Did I give you permission to stop?

[commedia]

[They wince at the added pressure of the step, letting out a low moan.]

...You didn't, Lady Windmaster. [And they kiss her knee, again.] I do apologize.

[shiftingwinds]

[this time, she's expecting it, so she's able to keep her legs from buckling. she sucks in a breath, her fingers tightening around the handle of her fan, and closes her eyes.]

Good. Continue on, then.

[commedia]

[Douman murmurs their approval, before sliding their hands up lasciviously up her leg - their upper hand squeezes her thigh, nails pressing into soft skin.]

Lady Windmaster...how beautiful you are.

[A croon of a compliment, as they lick a line up her leg, as if trying to taste all that she is.]

[shiftingwinds]

Mmn...

[the way their nails dig into her skin draws a soft sound out of her, but she presses her lips together to try and muffle it. they're in the library, after all; they're supposed to stay quiet. (besides, what if someone hears them...?)

but then she feels their breath on her skin as they speak, and the wet heat of their tongue up her leg, and she trembles.]

Aaah, Douman...

[commedia]

[What a lovely sound. Its even more lovely knowing how much restraint it in it. After all, this is a public place. Anyone could walk by.]

[It doesn't stop Douman from nibbling slightly over her inner thigh.]

Lady Windmaster...what else do you desire?

[shiftingwinds]

[don't just ask her that! she'll die!

(no she won't. they will.)

the barest hint of their teeth on her thigh as they nibble on it draws another soft sound out of her. suddenly, she's regretting not sitting down when she had the chance to, because at least if she was seated she could focus on keeping quiet. diverting her attention between staying standing and not making too much noise in a public space is making her not very good at either one.]

...surely you can guess?

[there's almost a whine in her voice.]

[commedia]

[wow britt attacking me in your own metatext]

Ahhh. Should I lick you out again, like I did before?

[They may be whispering, but there's no second-guessing the croon in their tone, like a purr of a beast that's sated itself on pleasure.]

Or should I properly take you, this time?