Put On Your Doll Face

Duchess' paws gently ran over the inside of his hips as he was released again before she stood and moved back up to lay beside him yet again. She licked her lips before seeking out his gaze though she had expected him to be just as quick to leave as he was the first time. Though with time after her own desires had been met originally, the emptiness she felt had subsided while she continued to pleasure the brute in other ways.

She had stalled him enough to make herself feel better, worthy even of his own name. But now that she wasn't stuck in her own well of pity, she was less inclined to keep him pinned down on the ground with her. Still she looked up at him and questioned, "Will we meet again?" It wasn't anything deeper and even a hint of tease held in her quiet tone. It was more of a wonder of fate than anything else because she was sure he had his own life just as she had hers. With how fresh sleeping with a stranger was, she wasn't expecting to do it more than once. Maybe she saw the brute as more than a stranger now, her attachment through sexual desires blurred what was really acceptable for herself. But if it was what made her forget everything else prior to meeting Noir, she wouldn't stop.

"Duchess"