There's a difference in the way he touches her, the direct, rough way his other hand comes down to push her panties to the side catches her by surprise, making her tense briefly before he brings his mouth over hers, kissing her while she feels his hands swiftly going through the motions of touching her.
It's not the delicate, reverent touch she's come to enjoy with Balthier, but she can feel her body responding anyway, hips rocking against his touch, adjusting her stance to spread her thighs wider for him, her breathing growing hard and ragged. One hand stays in his hair as she shivers against him, as the hand tracing over his cock presses a little more firmly, trying to encourage him.
He pulls back, giving her a moment to catch her breath, and she shakes her head at him, drawing him close to kiss his cheek. "It's okay, don't stop, we have to," she whispers, trying to be encouraging.
Frowning, she rests her forehead against his temple, kissing the side of his face as she searches her mind, feeling awful about what she thinks that could mean, but becoming sure it's got to be said anyway. "Literal? Then, get hard for me my servant." It feels wrong, and part of her wants to panic and scramble for another way to get him free of this situation, but she forces herself to stay there, her hips rocking against his hand, as her hand squeezes his cock gently. "Get hard for me servant, let me feel your beautiful cock."
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Date: 2022-11-07 05:08 am (UTC)It's not the delicate, reverent touch she's come to enjoy with Balthier, but she can feel her body responding anyway, hips rocking against his touch, adjusting her stance to spread her thighs wider for him, her breathing growing hard and ragged. One hand stays in his hair as she shivers against him, as the hand tracing over his cock presses a little more firmly, trying to encourage him.
He pulls back, giving her a moment to catch her breath, and she shakes her head at him, drawing him close to kiss his cheek. "It's okay, don't stop, we have to," she whispers, trying to be encouraging.
Frowning, she rests her forehead against his temple, kissing the side of his face as she searches her mind, feeling awful about what she thinks that could mean, but becoming sure it's got to be said anyway. "Literal? Then, get hard for me my servant." It feels wrong, and part of her wants to panic and scramble for another way to get him free of this situation, but she forces herself to stay there, her hips rocking against his hand, as her hand squeezes his cock gently. "Get hard for me servant, let me feel your beautiful cock."