We Could Play Pirates.

It was an absolute rush of excitement, hot and heavy sensations running down her spine to her core. The way he let himself fall, captured beneath her even though she was a touch smaller than her fiery brute. And that’s what he was at the moment – hers. It was in the way he bent to her will, matched her energy; like two souls coming together like they were meant to. And as her tongue toyed with him, she kept those burning emeralds locked onto his face. Wanting to see every minute change of his expression, every gasp, every moan, every little bit of him crumble at her touch.

His voice rasped out a warning to her, but she paid him no mind, unwilling to tear herself away from the pleasurable task at hand. This was Absinth, she didn’t simply do things so that others could feel better; no. This was as close to an act of love she could muster, perhaps – without the need to spill blood. She bobbed, silver-tongue weaving its silky, rapturous ways unto him, of course, without the use of actual words. Her paws dragged against his muscular figure as she did so, prying his thighs apart as she did her work.

When she wagered she had done enough damage to him, she released him with a pop sound and a lick of her lips. “What’s wrong, love? Something else you wanted?” Haha. He should know, she loved her games. Absinth leered at his crimson form sprawled on the wooden deck of the ship, her lithe form crawling up, dragging herself against his length as her jaws sought his throat to place kisses and nips longingly – her hips coming down to teasingly grind certain needy regions together. The fae’s brows furrowed, inky lips parting as she let a soft sound escape her, followed up immediately with a lustful growl into the crook of his neck.

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