We Could Play Pirates.

Absinth felt surges of satisfaction run through her heated body as she witnessed the raw desire burning in Aresenn's eyes, matching the fervor of her own. His response, though laced with amusement, still offered the same longing that coursed through her own veins, adding more fuel to the fiery connection between them.

As she continued to explore the contours of his neck with her lips, Absinth reveled in the way Aresenn melted into her touch, his body responding eagerly to her ministrations. The sensation of his nails digging into her hips only served to heighten her own arousal, pooling tension into her core. She grit her teeth, impatience becoming a devil on her shoulder as she brought a hand to his chest and pushed him down; emeralds flashing with her intent to please him. If not now, then when? Absinth didn’t do people pleasing – normally.

Absinth drank in the heady musk of Aresenn, her senses intoxicated by the unique fragrance that was distinctly him. Ah, she loved that scent. It always seemed to make her hungry, wanting, a pleasant wetness down below steadily driving her actions into a more feral composition. The woman would see him fall back, a wicked grin overtaking her gorgeous features as she trailed over him, her body settling over him as she began to lick down, down the concave of his stomach and hips.  And as she traced a path of kisses along his skin, she only stopped briefly to meet his gaze, eyes half lidded before she salaciously took his hard length into her inky maw with a sigh of contentment. She gave him a moment to understand what was happening before the monochromatic woman began to draw up and down, tongue working to wind around and stroke him all the while. Beggars really couldn’t be choosers.


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