[She's about to warn Jester that she's close when she canges the angle and it's just right, in combination with that perfect scrape of fangs, and just like that, Beau is coming, back arching up off the bed, with a sharp cry of Jester's name.]
[Jester's fingers don't stop until she feels Beau start to shake; her tongue starts lapping little kitten licks across Beau's nipple, the pumping of her fingers gradually slowing down until she's worked the monk through her orgasm.
Eventually, they stop, and Jester pulls her fingers out, nuzzling into Beau's chest and placing soft kisses over her sternum.]
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oh holy FUCK.
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Eventually, they stop, and Jester pulls her fingers out, nuzzling into Beau's chest and placing soft kisses over her sternum.]