So you're what all the fuss is about

Absinth's smirk deepened, the satisfaction of Ember's surrender, or perhaps her counter attack, coursing through her like a potent elixir. The urgent, clumsy kiss from the princess was a delightful surprise, and Absinth reveled in the raw, untamed desire that surged between them. She allowed Ember to take the lead for a moment, savoring the fire that the princess was unleashing, the heat of their contact intoxicating; sending a burn down to her core.

With a low, pleased growl, Absinth responded to the kiss with equal fervor, her lips moving against Ember's with a demanding grace. She could feel the younger fae's inexperience, but also the undeniable hunger that drove her, a hunger that Absinth was more than willing to satiate. Their chests pressed together, fur mingling, created an electric friction that sent shivers down her spine as she pushed further into the younger woman.

Breaking the kiss, but only just, Absinth's breath was hot against Ember's lips as she whispered and nipped at the soft flesh there, “Feel the fire, Wildfire. Let it course through your veins, fill you up, so you can overflow.” She urged, her voice a hypnotic melody. “Let me consume you.”

She leaned in again, her lips brushing against Ember's in a teasing caress, eyes seeking the princess’s with their half-lidded and low allure; before seeking to capture her lips once more in a more forceful, carnivorous kiss that was both commanding and inviting. Absinth's tongue darted out, seeking entrance, seeking to deepen their connection. The taste of Ember was intoxicating, a blend of innocence and burgeoning desire that made her blood sing, and her nethers burning with desire.

Absinth was ready to lead, but she wanted to see how fiercely Ember would follow, how brightly the Wildfire would blaze in the face of her seductive tempest.


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