[ Aranea's knees feel as if they're creaking as they bear her weight for an extended period but, just like Prompto, she doesn't seem to notice. Her focus is entirely on him, her own desire spiking insistently between her thighs and going neglected in favor of focusing on the way he moans and whimpers underneath her. It's gratifying in its own way, her body reacting to the noises he makes and yearning for more, and while she'd been overly concerned with just what she felt for him up to this point, she finds that she's rapidly beginning to not care. She wants him, just like she'd wanted him all those weeks ago. That want trumps anything and everything that might get in the way of it, feelings be damned.
Talking about what they had almost seemed like a death sentence for it, and Aranea sure as hell isn't about to let this end quickly. It's almost like a grudge match between her body and his, exacting revenge on the way he makes her feel by subjecting him to sexual torture. She feels more and more gratified with every twitch and throb of his cock, and when he starts talking, it only serves to feel better. ]
Yeah? [ Aranea practically sings, breath gusting hot against the wetness her tongue leaves on his skin. ] Tell me what else I'm doing to you. Keep talking, or I might stop.
[ She purrs the words as both a command and a warning even as her eyes drift from his face and down to his cock again, studying it up-close. It's sexy as hell, its swollen crown dusted red, blending prettily with the velvety skin of his shaft. He's rock-hard in her fingers, twitching insistently with every teasing stroke and squeeze, and experience dictates how Aranea's wrist moves, though their last time together had taught her a fair bit of what he liked specifically. It's true that she loves seeing him come undone, hearing the stuttering breaths that he struggles to suck through his teeth as he speaks, punctuated by soft moans and whimpers that she'd have found annoying coming from any other man.
She hums pleasantly when his hand finds her hair, and while he makes no effort to move her where he obviously wants her, she silently complies anyway, his fingers mussing up her ponytail as they thread through her hair. If this bothers her, she makes no sign of it, chuckling at his words even as her lips encircle the crown of his cock. She doesn't pull away completely, content to let her mouth brush against the underside of his head when she responds. ]
Your dick seems to be pretty into it, [ Aranea mutters, chuckling again as his fingernails scrape her scalp, prompting her to swirl her tongue along the circumference of his glans, teasing her lips around it. Bracing a hand against the front of his thigh, Aranea dips low, tucking a stray strand of hair behind her ear as she takes the tip of his cock into her mouth proper, cheeks hollowing out with the motion of her sucking it. If he felt stiff in her hands, he feels even harder against her tongue, the smooth flesh doing nothing to hide the way he throbs against the slick heat of her mouth.
Aranea doesn't take him in completely, stopping at about the midway point before bobbing her head upwards, taking her sweet time. As far as she's concerned, he is her property. For now, at least. ]
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Talking about what they had almost seemed like a death sentence for it, and Aranea sure as hell isn't about to let this end quickly. It's almost like a grudge match between her body and his, exacting revenge on the way he makes her feel by subjecting him to sexual torture. She feels more and more gratified with every twitch and throb of his cock, and when he starts talking, it only serves to feel better. ]
Yeah? [ Aranea practically sings, breath gusting hot against the wetness her tongue leaves on his skin. ] Tell me what else I'm doing to you. Keep talking, or I might stop.
[ She purrs the words as both a command and a warning even as her eyes drift from his face and down to his cock again, studying it up-close. It's sexy as hell, its swollen crown dusted red, blending prettily with the velvety skin of his shaft. He's rock-hard in her fingers, twitching insistently with every teasing stroke and squeeze, and experience dictates how Aranea's wrist moves, though their last time together had taught her a fair bit of what he liked specifically. It's true that she loves seeing him come undone, hearing the stuttering breaths that he struggles to suck through his teeth as he speaks, punctuated by soft moans and whimpers that she'd have found annoying coming from any other man.
She hums pleasantly when his hand finds her hair, and while he makes no effort to move her where he obviously wants her, she silently complies anyway, his fingers mussing up her ponytail as they thread through her hair. If this bothers her, she makes no sign of it, chuckling at his words even as her lips encircle the crown of his cock. She doesn't pull away completely, content to let her mouth brush against the underside of his head when she responds. ]
Your dick seems to be pretty into it, [ Aranea mutters, chuckling again as his fingernails scrape her scalp, prompting her to swirl her tongue along the circumference of his glans, teasing her lips around it. Bracing a hand against the front of his thigh, Aranea dips low, tucking a stray strand of hair behind her ear as she takes the tip of his cock into her mouth proper, cheeks hollowing out with the motion of her sucking it. If he felt stiff in her hands, he feels even harder against her tongue, the smooth flesh doing nothing to hide the way he throbs against the slick heat of her mouth.
Aranea doesn't take him in completely, stopping at about the midway point before bobbing her head upwards, taking her sweet time. As far as she's concerned, he is her property. For now, at least. ]