[Liem’s fixation on Jester’s legs and how much he’d like to sample more of them is momentarily interrupted when her fingers find his ear again, her touch gently exploratory. He exhales softly, resisting the powerful urge to just let his eyes flutter closed and rub his head into her hand like a dog. Gods above, it feels so good. Why does it feel so good? Heat prickles along the paths her fingers have made, floods his neck and makes his shirt collar feel suddenly a little too warm. He feels almost the same as he did when he first arrived on Noctium, when he was so touch starved that any amount of syncing left him almost embarrassingly blissful. Only this time, he’s felt that way since he woke up four inches shorter, with ears and antlers to make up the difference.
Only once she stands up and pushes the chair back does he look up at her, with flushed cheeks and a small, eager smile painting his face.]
As you wish.
[He straightens further, dips his head and, a little cheekily, uses the prongs of his antlers to carefully lift her skirt away from her thigh so he can get a better view. His fingers skim up her leg, trailing from the back of her knee and around to stroke along her inner thigh, but he doesn’t use them to help him. He’s more than content to use just teeth and tongue as he begins to ease down the top edge of the fishnets by small degrees.]
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Only once she stands up and pushes the chair back does he look up at her, with flushed cheeks and a small, eager smile painting his face.]
As you wish.
[He straightens further, dips his head and, a little cheekily, uses the prongs of his antlers to carefully lift her skirt away from her thigh so he can get a better view. His fingers skim up her leg, trailing from the back of her knee and around to stroke along her inner thigh, but he doesn’t use them to help him. He’s more than content to use just teeth and tongue as he begins to ease down the top edge of the fishnets by small degrees.]