hook line and sinker
The orphaner had to admit the empress knew just what to do, her lips on his gills drew a small shudder, the scraping of teeth, and a small groan. Not one to be out done he planted a soft kiss to her gills and then another, and another, trailing up the empress’ slender neck. With his lips next to her gills suckling on her flesh to draw her royal hue up under her skin.
Well now, he couldn’t be the only one enjoying their self tonight, that just wouldn’t be gentlemanly. Trailing his nails along her plush rump he sneaked a hand around and between her legs. His rubbing was nowhere near as rough as hers, he he imagined it may do the trick. He almost growled in her ears when he whispered “Nowvw this just wvwont do… I’m so ovwver dresses nowvw” with a few quick movements he was once more with in the dress code and his hand was back between her legs.
Later, she was sure, she'd regret letting him get away with marking her like that. In all her sweeps, her skin hadn't borne a blemish like that since before she became empress, and she preferred not to think of that time. For now, however, she enjoyed it. Forgetting her status for the moment, trying not to think of how angry she would have to be later, she nipped his neck again. It was almost caring how gentle it was, the way her tongue flitted out of her mouth to lap up the violet droplets, the way she ever-so-gently sucked at the small wounds her teeth had left. His fingers at her nook came as a surprise, and she let out a low hiss. Her fingers gripped tighter around his bulge, almost as a warning, though she let up when he went to remove his clothes. She growled at the return of his hand, but didn't do much more to stop him from touching it. Even if she'd tried, the fact that her nook was salivating tyrian fluids outed her as a liar if she said she didn't want it.
