[ alicent’s answers must endear her to him, for how he looks at her as if he’s never had her before, ravenous and appreciative. the softness of their threaded fingers contrasts with the strength of his hold. she arches her back, knowing that her shifting will display her claimed throat for him. the sort of indulgences she rarely offers others. it feels different, is the thing. she wants to please him as he’s pleased her. to reward him, so he can think of no other, when he takes himself in hand in his rooms. her lips part, breath punched out, as he opens her up all over again, shuddering with relief at having him returned to her. a snug fit, even after everything. deliriously, she hopes he’ll stay there forever.
such madness makes whatever you want a comfort, despite knowing it to be an impossible promise.
off the back of it, there’s no quibbling his interpretation. having treated her to bliss, he deserves her. and to take his pleasure, her own building steady and sure with his every thrust, too, the angle that much more dangerous for dragging against the spot within that rends her insensate. she bites his lip at a particularly slow grind, impatient, and laps the blood from his mouth, kitten licks that savour the taste. her free hand slips lower, daring him to seize it. rolling her nipple between her fingers, nails scraping down her soft stomach, then circling her inflamed clit, making herself moan into his mouth. she’ll come quick, like this, rutting into her hand and his cock. ]
[ a tease the tips into questioning, ] This?
[ why? her wanton body? her obvious need, unfulfilled by what came before? something innate, evidence of their fine match? why, when so few have ever — ]
no subject
such madness makes whatever you want a comfort, despite knowing it to be an impossible promise.
off the back of it, there’s no quibbling his interpretation. having treated her to bliss, he deserves her. and to take his pleasure, her own building steady and sure with his every thrust, too, the angle that much more dangerous for dragging against the spot within that rends her insensate. she bites his lip at a particularly slow grind, impatient, and laps the blood from his mouth, kitten licks that savour the taste. her free hand slips lower, daring him to seize it. rolling her nipple between her fingers, nails scraping down her soft stomach, then circling her inflamed clit, making herself moan into his mouth. she’ll come quick, like this, rutting into her hand and his cock. ]
[ a tease the tips into questioning, ] This?
[ why? her wanton body? her obvious need, unfulfilled by what came before? something innate, evidence of their fine match? why, when so few have ever — ]