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[iconoclassist]

[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.]

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[iconoclassist]

[She will keep this going, and it's really less like she's trying to ride him down and more she's just really that worked up at this point, but it amounts to about the same level of roughness.]

[fieldarcanum]

[Well, the hand for leverage isn't helping when she's like this so he's just going to reach up and cup her breasts in his hands, really getting a good feel for them.]

Mmm...

[iconoclassist]

[That gets a powerful groan out of her, and does throw her rhythm off considerably...she does settle back a bit, which does have the consequence of the way she's looking at him, hungry and a little bit pleadingly desperate, completely visible. Hell, her eyes are practically glassy with lust.]

Konstantinn...

[fieldarcanum]

What is it?

[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.]

[iconoclassist]

Ah!

[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.]

[fieldarcanum]

I know...

[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.]