[ She, in turn, is glad for the faint light, and for the fact that her dress, whilst hiked up, isn't hiked up all the way. Like Nyx, she's got scars, but the most prominent is a large, thick scar under her rib cage where a certain dagger was stabbed into her body. The wound, which was still bleeding and gaping when she arrived, has since closed, but it's not particularly something that she really enjoys letting anyone see. It was bad enough letting poor Ignis see it.
That doesn't really matter right now. What does matter right now, is how hard he feels between her fingers and how good he's making her feel with those hot kisses against her throat and the way his own fingers stroke her in all the right ways.
Nyx is a kindred spirit. He knows what it's like to lose those closest to him, he's known suffering just the same. They may have come from vastly different places and lifestyles, but their lives are -- or rather, were not so different in the big scheme of things.
This is something that they both want. That they both clearly need, and she'd be lying if she said she wasn't attracted to him. She finds it's easy to be pulled into his orbit when they're together, and tonight his gravitational pull is strong. She is happy to maneuver her legs around his hips, moaning softly into his mouth as she slides her arms around him. His cock presses against her, and it sends a thrill of electricity up her spine, especially so when he pushes into her.
It's an odd sensation, at first; a bit uncomfortable, but it's nothing she can't handle. Experimentally, she rolls her hips up against his, sighing against his mouth and lightly nibbling on his lower lip and fingers lightly digging into the backs of his shoulders. ]
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Date: 2019-10-29 07:56 am (UTC)That doesn't really matter right now. What does matter right now, is how hard he feels between her fingers and how good he's making her feel with those hot kisses against her throat and the way his own fingers stroke her in all the right ways.
Nyx is a kindred spirit. He knows what it's like to lose those closest to him, he's known suffering just the same. They may have come from vastly different places and lifestyles, but their lives are -- or rather, were not so different in the big scheme of things.
This is something that they both want. That they both clearly need, and she'd be lying if she said she wasn't attracted to him. She finds it's easy to be pulled into his orbit when they're together, and tonight his gravitational pull is strong. She is happy to maneuver her legs around his hips, moaning softly into his mouth as she slides her arms around him. His cock presses against her, and it sends a thrill of electricity up her spine, especially so when he pushes into her.
It's an odd sensation, at first; a bit uncomfortable, but it's nothing she can't handle. Experimentally, she rolls her hips up against his, sighing against his mouth and lightly nibbling on his lower lip and fingers lightly digging into the backs of his shoulders. ]