so broken hearted
Bloodletter
Knight
05-21-2021, 07:04 AM
She didn't know what he was going through. Not the specifics, anyway. She did know sorrow and she did know grief so Asla was capable of commiserating with him more than any other passerby might be able to. So, as he cried and worked through his emotions, she held him. This big, dark man, dissolved into her, his face buried against her chest. She wouldn't let him go. Slowly, the brute's face in her chest lifted and he was nuzzling along her jaw. Their eyes met and Asla gave him a soft look of acceptance. She wasn't judging him for his sorrow, she was simply here to help him through it. The weight of his body upon hers was welcome, comforting in a way. Aslatiel was showing great trust to this stranger as she allowed him to stay above her, his teeth resting so closely to her unprotected throat. The look in his silver eyes though, it deserved that trust. He didn't even seem to mind her scars. And when he finally came in to kiss her, Asla didn't hold back. By his hesitancy, Asla could tell that he wasn't skilled. It didn't matter at all. There was passion in him and the cream and grey woman was drawn to passion like a moth to flame. He kissed her and she worked with him, gently at first, letting him learn by feel. One white and grey paw rose to cup a dark cheek. Asla deepened the kiss, her tongue darting out to quickly absorb the taste of the man. A soft little groan left her and heat began to fill her body. That familiar, aching heat. Her body knew what it wanted, but just in case the man didn't, Asla pulled away, bringing her lips close to his ear. "I'll be whatever you need," she promised breathily. Asla was giving him the green light. Fighting, fucking, crying, screaming... whatever he needed from her, she would give. "Aslatiel"
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