shiftingwinds | [7rings] catchall for douman

[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.]

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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.]

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

[Just looking up with glittering dark eyes.]

Would you want to sit down, perhaps?

...no. I'll stay standing.

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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?

[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.

[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.

[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.]

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...

[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?

[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.]

[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?

[what did you EXPECT after you just WENT AND LET THE CLOWN DIE

anyway, she's about to answer their first question -

but then they follow up, and she gives a sharp intake of breath as she imagines that.]

P, properly?

[They lick their lips - a hand circles her leg, squeezing the calf.]

To enter you...to fill you...to let you feel my weight against you...mmm, Lady Windmaster. Would you grant this priest permission for such things?

[the squeeze of her leg and the tone of their voice sends a shiver up her spine, and she bites down on her lip to keep herself quiet, one hand going out to clutch at the bookshelf to help keep herself upright.

after a moment, she nods, and her voice comes soft and a little breathy - ]

...you have my permission.

...Thank you, my Lady.

[And they draw back, only to push themselves up onto their feet. Without a moment to wait, a hand encircles her waist as the other lifts up her robe, searching for the piece of cloth there to pull it down.]

[Not to leave her wanting, Douman bends in to meet her lips with a searing kiss, moaning lightly as their tongue licks over her lips.]

[they don't waste any time at all.

which, honestly, shi qingxuan appreciates, because she's more turned on than she anticipated. she shivers as they pull her close and get a hand under her robe, tugging down to bare her skin - and then makes a noise into their kiss as their lips meet.

their tongue licks over her lips, and she parts them immediately, reaching up to grip the front of douman's clothing.]

[7rings] catchall for douman

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