[He looks so good, licking her taste off his lips, Jester's breath catches in her throat. She should have known Liem would tease her, which is cruel after she so nicely gave him everything he wanted. But maybe this is what he wants...which means she's getting a taste of her own medicine. How the tables have turned.
Still, Jester definitely isn't complaining about Liem's tongue and mouth getting to know her thighs rather intimately. She moans and arches into each pass of his tongue, violet marks rising easily against her blue-gray skin. Eventually, her impatience starts to get the better of her.]
[The look of those violet marks he sucks and teases into her flesh is intriguing, lighting little sparks of thrill low in his belly with each moan and each bloom of colour. He’s more thorough than he needs to be to simply clean the traces of slick from her skin, but when that please falls from her lips, he finally consents to hurry toward his actual destination.
Despite his recent climax, his cock throbs at how easily her instructions for him have been changed to pleas. As he shifts and his mouth finally finds the heat of her cunt, he can’t help but crave the sound of his name once more teased to her lips, and that want lingers in his thoughts as he turns his attention to where she’s messiest. With light, patient strokes of his tongue, he laps gently at the salty slick dripping from her, careful not to be too insistent with his attentions. Instead, the cool touch of his tongue and lips wanders, tracing her folds and circling feather-light around the bud of her clit before sliding back down to lap at her again.]
[A shudder wracks Jester's body as Liem finally puts his mouth where she wants it, and her fingers find their way to the bases of his horns, curling tight but not pulling. Just keeping him there.
Knowing that he's licking his own come out of her is ridiculously hot, and that knowledge draws a heavy, satisfied sigh out of her. Even though he's teasing her, keeping the strokes of his tongue light and none too focused, she's still so happy in her afterglow that she's content for now, just to let him explore with his mouth.]
[The hands gripping his horns—that's new, and a little thrill shivers through Liem at the unfamiliar pleasure of being held in place in such a way, sending his fluffy tail sticking straight up behind him. His fingers caress her thighs as he keeps obediently to his task, licking every bit of spilled arousal from her slick lips.
She's probably right to keep him held in place. His attention to her cunt is almost worshipful, the attentions of his lips and tongue dedicated just as much to exploring her as to lapping up his seed. He crowns her clit with a cool kiss, and he'd be tempted to take a detour back to her belly or thighs if not for the fingers keeping him in place. So instead he dips his tongue inside her cunt, burrowing with long, devout strokes in to where she's hottest.]
[Jester isn't shy about letting Liem know exactly how she feels about what he's doing; her breaths build up tight in her chest, held there and then exhaled with eager, appreciative sounds. Her sapphire amplifies the feeling of riding on waves, each lap of Liem's tongue across her clit buoying her along. But it's not until he burrows his tongue into her that he earns his name on her lips again.]
Oh, Liem, oh, gods, [she pants, her fingers curling tighter around his horns as she forgets her manners and uses them to hold him right where he is. The phantom tail that isn't really there is thumping against the duvet, she can practically feel it.]
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Still, Jester definitely isn't complaining about Liem's tongue and mouth getting to know her thighs rather intimately. She moans and arches into each pass of his tongue, violet marks rising easily against her blue-gray skin. Eventually, her impatience starts to get the better of her.]
Liem...please...
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Despite his recent climax, his cock throbs at how easily her instructions for him have been changed to pleas. As he shifts and his mouth finally finds the heat of her cunt, he can’t help but crave the sound of his name once more teased to her lips, and that want lingers in his thoughts as he turns his attention to where she’s messiest. With light, patient strokes of his tongue, he laps gently at the salty slick dripping from her, careful not to be too insistent with his attentions. Instead, the cool touch of his tongue and lips wanders, tracing her folds and circling feather-light around the bud of her clit before sliding back down to lap at her again.]
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Knowing that he's licking his own come out of her is ridiculously hot, and that knowledge draws a heavy, satisfied sigh out of her. Even though he's teasing her, keeping the strokes of his tongue light and none too focused, she's still so happy in her afterglow that she's content for now, just to let him explore with his mouth.]
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She's probably right to keep him held in place. His attention to her cunt is almost worshipful, the attentions of his lips and tongue dedicated just as much to exploring her as to lapping up his seed. He crowns her clit with a cool kiss, and he'd be tempted to take a detour back to her belly or thighs if not for the fingers keeping him in place. So instead he dips his tongue inside her cunt, burrowing with long, devout strokes in to where she's hottest.]
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Oh, Liem, oh, gods, [she pants, her fingers curling tighter around his horns as she forgets her manners and uses them to hold him right where he is. The phantom tail that isn't really there is thumping against the duvet, she can practically feel it.]