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iconoclassist) wrote2015-09-12 10:09 pm
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[So. There's a lot of bullshit that comes when the king of Aravalle decides to marry an elf. Chiefly, he has sisters, and today, they found Shirin.
Which is why she's now clomped into his office in a panic (and a ridiculously fancy dress she's been stuffed into), looking for somewhere to hide. You'd think the youngest of five would be used to this.]
Which is why she's now clomped into his office in a panic (and a ridiculously fancy dress she's been stuffed into), looking for somewhere to hide. You'd think the youngest of five would be used to this.]
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[Licking all the way up the lower rim of one of her ears, then. Sending mixed messages there, Konstantin.]
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[She squeaks at the earlick, and ends up squirming more than is strictly necessary, there.]
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[He can tease back a grind just as easily as she can squirm, though he's easing off of her ears, working back down her neck.]
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[That does inspire her to squirm around and get to his pants so she can get them out of the way.]
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Mmm...
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Konstantinn...
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[He punctuates this with a pinch of her nipples, and a toothy grin. He's trying to keep pace but since she's so going so full tilt it is difficult at best.]
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[She jerks as he pinches, already getting erratic and desperate with her movement.]
I--I need...
[She can't seem to quite get that out, even in elvish.]
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[And though his own hips have to slow down for this much precision, he is leaning up and running an open fang along her ear.]