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[Beau laughs, climbing on top of her, knee pressed pointedly between her thighs as she kisses her, sloppy and pointed, making her way with little kisses and nips over Jester's neck and collarbones]

Oh hi.

[She scoots the two of them a little further back on the bed, and then tangles her fingers in Beau's hair, moaning as that knee is pressed against her bare cunt. The moan melts into a laugh at the way Beau nips at her collarbone.]

Hi. You're really hot, you know.

[she grins, bites at Jester's collarbone, and then looks up at her, hands drifting over her sides, the softness of her abdomen]

God, fuck, so are you.

[and then, voice a little lower:]

do you know how bad i wanna get my mouth on you, Jester?

[Jester wriggles enticingly in Beau's grasp, grinning up at her, clearly pleased. Beau's voice drops, and so does the pit of her stomach, heat flaring through her at Beau's question. She chews her lower lip into her mouth, staring at Beau with want written all over her face.]

No...but you could show me.

[well, that's about all the encouragement Beau needs, leaning up to kiss Jester's lips again, before kissing her way down her body, nudging her legs apart and kissing and biting at her thighs]

how do you ask, pretty girl?

[Beau is eager and quick to the point, which Jester guesses she should have expected. She whimpers softly as the monk situates herself between her thighs, the muscle beneath them jumping as Beau kisses and nips at the skin there.]

Hhh. Pretty-please?

[no point in fucking around as far as Beau sees it. She runs her hands over Jester's thighs, pressing little teasing kisses close to Jester's cunt, still teasing but with a clear goal in mind.]

Well, since you asked so nicely...

[finally drawing her tongue over Jester's cunt, finding her clit and making slow, teasing circles, looking up at her to make sure she's okay]

[Beau's teasing has Jester nearly writhing by the time she gets her mouth on her properly, and then she lets out a low, breathy whine. Beau's tongue is painting circles around her clit and her mouth is so hot it sucks the breath out of Jester.]

—oh, fuck, Beau!

[Beau hums, pleased with herself. she makes broad stripes with her tongue, drawing them into tight circles around Jester's clit, trying to figure out what she likes best, one strong hand pushing Jester's thighs further apart, the other reaching up, finding her hand.]

[The hand that finds Jester's is strong and reassuring, and Jester curls her fingers through Beau's without a second thought. Her abdomen rises and falls, steady with the bigger lungfuls of air she's taking in as Beau explores between her thighs.

The sounds coming from there are wet and obscene, Beau's lips and tongue meeting her slick cunt, and it causes Jester to shudder, moaning soft and breathless.]

You feel so good...

[the only problem with having her mouth otherwise occupied is that Beau can't reply, tell Jester how good she looks and feels, how amazing the sounds she's making are, how fucking hot she is. Instead, she hums again, pressing her tongue flat against Jester's clit, wiggles a little between her legs, and gives Jester's hand a squeeze.]

[The sudden, more visceral stimulation sends shockwaves of heat straight to her core, pulling a whimper out of Jester as her hips undulate against Beau's mouth. Her fingers squeeze tight around Beau's, and her tail slides up and over the backs of Beau's bare thighs, like every part of her is trying to get closer still.]

[okay, well, she's definitely doing that again. the tail is way too damn hot, and she sighs a little, pressing her hips against the bed to relieve some of her own desperate arousal as she makes sloppy circles with her tongue]

[As Jester melts under Beau's mouth, her tail drifts across Beau's skin distractedly, the flat, heart-shaped spade at the end trailing toward the join of her thighs and her ass cheeks.]

That's so fucking hot, [Jester moans, clutching at Beau's topknot with her free hand, keeping her right where she is.]

[that tail is a tease, and beau wiggles her hips a little against it, releasing Jesters hand to experimentally run her fingers up her thigh, teasing at her entrance, looking up at her for permission]

[Jester feels Beau's hips wiggle against her tail's probing, and takes it as a sign to keep gently pressing the tip between Beau's thighs, light, teasing strokes. Moaning at the feeling of fingertips teasing around her aching entrance, Jester glances down at Beau and nods, feverishly.]

Please?

[she doesn't need to be asked twice, gently sliding her fingers inside, tongue still working on Jester's clit, looking up at her as her fingers and tongue worked in tandem, laser focused on her task]

[Jester shudders as Beau's capable fingers slide into her, her walls squeezing tight around them. She accommodates them easily, too, impossibly slick and warm. And gods, it feels good, fucking Beau feels so different from fucking Fjord or Caleb or Vax...she really just wants to melt into the mattress and let this go on forever.

Her tail has other ideas, though, and it's persistent, the tip pressing between Beau's legs a little more firmly now, tracing through Beau's folds slowly and steadily.]

[beau can't help moaning against jester's cunt at the persistent movement of her tail, pressing back against it as her fingers and tongue work on her. she, too, would be content to stay here all day, making jester feel good, as long as she kept up all these sounds and little shivers and...everything. gods, she's so fucking gorgeous. Beau's fingers move a little harder, a little faster inside of her, more insistent.]

[Beau's moan vibrates through her, sending sparks of hot pleasure throbbing through her clit. Jester murmurs Beau's name as her pace picks up, her cunt fluttering around her fingers as her hips writhe against the mattress.

The point of her tail nudges between Beau's labia a little more insistently, and then pushes gently against her clit, teasing as best she can when she's so distracted.]

[it's enough for Beau, who shivers, pressing back against it without letting up any on Jester's cunt, tongue and fingers working her, wanting to hear her name out of that pretty mouth again.]

[She gets her wish not too long after; Jester's writhing against the duvet, head thrown back, gasping for breath before long, her nails scrabbling against Beau's scalp. She's so close, she can feel it, but there's something she needs, but can't name. Her voice is a rough, shaky whine:]

Beauuuu, gods, I'm really close, I just need—!

[Something, seven hells. Anything.]

[Beau looks up at her, fingers curling up just so, and pauses working her with her tongue just long enough to speak five words before resuming]

Come for me, pretty girl.

[It's hard to say whether it's the curl of Beau's fingers or her words that does it. Maybe both. Either way, it works, and Jester squeezes her eyes tightly shut as her orgasm hits her like a tidal wave. She comes with a loud wail, head thrown back, her tail going still where it's been rubbing between Beau's thighs as her vision goes all black for a minute.]

Beau, Beau, hhh—!

[Beau lets her ride it out, rocking her own hips down against Jester's tail a little distractedly. Jester is a vision, better than Beau ever expected, and she could do this for hours. She finally stops, though, withdrawing her fingers, sucking them clean, and wipes her mouth with a grin.]

Holy fuck, babe. You okay?

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