pressing my lips to your inner thigh. slow. warm. taking my time.
âplease.â barely audible against your skin. pressing another kiss higher. âplease can i⌠please let me make you feel good.â
your hand finding my hair. stroking slow. âyes, baby.â warm. gentle. âgo ahead.â
the permission making me . pressing more kisses up your thigh. the other one. taking my time getting there. everything feeling slower and warmer and more present than usual.
mouth finding you finally.
âgood girl.â your hand still moving slow in my hair. not guiding. just resting there. âjust like that. youâre doing so well already.â
staying completely focused on you. learning every place that makes your breathing change. finding what works and not moving from it. not thinking about anything except this. except you. except how good i want to make you feel.
âso good baby.â your voice low and warm above me. âtaking such good care of me.â
working you steadier. feeling you get closer. your thighs pressing gently against my shoulders. hand tightening slightly in my hair.
âyouâre doing so perfectly.â you moan out. âdonât stop. just like that.â
feeling you cum. staying there. working you through every single second of it until youâre pulling me up to you.
pulling me into your chest immediately. arms around me. pressing a kiss to my hair. my forehead. finding my mouth. kissing me slow and warm.
pulling back. cupping my face in both hands. looking at me.
âiâm so proud of you.â stroking my cheeks with your thumbs. âso so proud baby. you did so well.â pressing a kiss to my forehead. pulling me back close. âmy good girl. so perfect.â
much like horses, the biggest dragon breeds tend to be the gentlest and friendliest dragons. working with draft breed dragons is nice because theyâre pretty unlikely to actually hurt you out of malice or annoyance. youâre more likely to get injured when they just lay down on you to demand attention, as many hapless handlers quickly learn
youâre lying on your back in the stables. youâre pretty comfortable, which is nice because thereâs a dragon head almost as long as your legs sitting on your torso and you couldnât get up even if you wanted to
youâre scratching under her jaw and quietly praising her. sheâs purring up a storm. she has a habit of knocking you down and pinning you with her weight like this. you know you should probably discourage it, but itâs so cute
youâre in the process of telling her sheâs cute when you gag because she decides what you need is a kiss and she slimes your face with her massive tongue
One of my favorite things about biology is that there are so many diagrams like this that look like shitposts if you remove any and all context from them
Possibly my spiciest take is that it's actually good to have people you respect and like that have some dogshit takes.
I think part of what is making young people lonelier, in discussing why they're increasingly isolated, is that they're so afraid of meeting someone who doesn't hold their same beliefs, and instead of being just core beliefs it is kinda ancillary shit.
It's actually okay to disagree even on social topics! Even on some political ones! But I mean, online you can start with "i love this mutual but they have a really bad/uninformed opinion about x media"
I know this is IMMEDIATELY going to be taken in bad faith, and yes babygirl, you are so right, I DO want you to go make best friends with both the KKK grand wizard AND your nearest nazi leader.
But seriously, as someone who has spent two decades doing community organization: finding ways to connect with different people is so so so important. There are people i follow here who ate 80% smart and their brain falls out of their head 20% of the time and that is GOOD FOR MY MENTAL ECOSYSTEM AND GOOD FOR LEARNING HOW TO BE A PERSON
It is not nearly common enough knowledge that most Native tribes in the U.S. don't actually own all of the land within their reservation. There are millions of acres of reservation land that tribes don't legally own and they have no control over how that land is used. Like, there are a lot of different concepts tied in with the land back movement, but a major one is literally just getting reservation land back into tribal ownership.
what if we were in the middle of making out but i told you to keep still? with my hand on your jaw, keeping you in place. lips hovering above yours. keep yours parted just so, and don't move. don't kiss me back while i press my lips to yours, slowly kissing your upper lip before moving to the corner of your mouth, then kissing the other corner. hovering over you again, so close you can feel my breath but you can't do anything about it. kissing you again. and again. and again. slow, deep, loud, wet. eventually licking your upper lip, gently, relishing the way you twitch against my touch. tracing your lower lip now with the tip of my tongue. kissing you again. licking your lip again. over and over, just as slow as when i started teasing you. finally using my hold on your jaw to get your mouth open a little wider, just enough to snake my tongue between your lips and lap at yours. moaning into your mouth. kissing you hungrily, so so messy and needy. taking your face in both of my hands and pulling away to look at you. smiling at how heavily you're breathing after being denied something as simple as kissing me back while i played with your mouth.
Clara discovers a borrower listening to her CD player and realizes she's her type.
Clara sat at her vanity and did her makeup. She couldnât stop glancing towards her bookshelf in the reflection. She applied her lipstick and pressed her lips together. She took one last glance in her mirror and fixed her bangs.
She was met with silence, which was anticipated. âIâll put the Talking Heads on, you seemed to be enjoying them the other day.â Clara stood and walked over to the CD player, it had been her fatherâs. She popped open the case and fed the disk into the machine. She hit play and turned to face the bookshelf.
âDonât worry, thereâs no reason to be scared of me.â She shot them a smile that she hoped came off as reassuring. She wondered if she was truly crazy for a moment, but she knew what she had seen.
Three days ago Clara raced out of the apartment for work. She hadnât slept well and she was running late. She had been halfway to the train station when she realized she had forgotten her lunch. She could see it, perfectly packed up and perched on the kitchen counter.
âFuck me!â She groaned. After a moment of debating whether it was worth it she spun around and ran back home.
As she cracked open the front door she was surprised to hear music leaking from her room. She frowned, realizing she mustâve left the player on. She approached her room; something in her told her to move slowly. She cracked the door and peeked inside, instantly she froze.
There, sitting directly in front of her CD player, was a tiny person. A tiny girl.
Her eyes were closed, she was completely blissed out as she listened to the music. She tapped her knee along to the beat.
She was so absorbed in it that she didnât even notice the humanâs presence. Clara could only stare, part of her wanted to get her attention, grab her, call out to her, something. But the idea of breaking the peaceful trance stopped her.
She stared for another moment before slowly stepping back. She grabbed her lunch and snuck out of the apartment. She was sure to click the door shut quietly.
Clara walked to the train in a haze, unable to process what she had seen. Had she been hallucinating? Maybe it was the lack of sleepâŚ
The next morning Clara got ready, trying to be as casual as possible; âAnd She Wasâ by the Talking Heads played from the tinny speakers. She wondered if the girl was watching her⌠Where had she even come from?
She slung her bag over her shoulder and turned off the CD player. She left her bedroom. She grabbed her lunch and opened the front door; she swung it wide and let it slam.
She carefully crept back towards her room, peeking through the crack in the door. For a moment there was nothing, absolute stillness. Then, suddenly, a small form stepped from behind her bookshelf. Her eyes glimmered with curiosity, she wet her lips and watched the girl climb onto her vanity. She made it look so easy.
The tiny thing looked around before she reached forward and pressed the power button on the CD player. She sat down and visibly relaxed. She closed her eyes and nodded along to the music.
Clara realized she was smiling softly to herself. The little thing was her type, short, dark hair. She was wearing a tank top, just short enough to show her mid-drift, and baggy pants. Androgynous in all the right ways. She couldnât believe her luck.
She debated joining her but she knew she would probably scare the little thing off.
She supposed in some way she should be mad, for all she knew the girl had been stalking her. She was sneaking around in her room while she was at work. But Clara wasnât mad, anger didnât even cross her mind. She found it unbelievably endearing.
She had to meet her.
Clara took one more morning, she watched her process and admired her from afar. She was well aware that if this went badly she might scare her off for good. She prayed that wouldnât be the case.
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âDonât worry, thereâs no reason to be scared of me.â Niamhâs stomach dropped as Clara smiled directly at her hiding spot. It was like she had fucking X-Ray vision.
She shrank back as the girl left the room. She heard the door slam shut but she didnât dare move. How the hell had she seen her?
Niamh sat frozen in fear as The Talking Heads played through the room. She trembled slightly, what did this mean for her? Would she have to leave? She shook her head, staying wasnât an option at this point. She had been seen.
It felt like her whole world was falling apart, a human⌠Fucking Clara⌠The girl she had lived beneath for three years. The human she admired and her beautiful, stable, safe home. She would lose all of it. Or she could trust Clara⌠She had said-
âFuck no.â Niamh mumbled to herself, shaking her head. She dropped her face into her palms. She was so fucked.
Ultimately the borrower decided to stick it out, she had packed an emergency bag just in case. She decided to give the human three days. Three days to prove that she wasnât a monster, that she wasnât going to hunt her down or tear open the walls.
During that time Niamh laid low, while getting ready she could tell that Clara was looking at her hiding spot in the mirror. Almost longingly.
There was an intimacy there, each girl staring at each other, even if it was through a thick wooden bookshelf. If Niamh thought too hard about it she would drop her gaze, her cheeks warm.
Clara was stunning, beautiful in every way that Niamh wasnât. The girl had long curls and tan, freckled skin. She took her time doing her makeup each morning and kept herself impeccably groomed. The borrower was jealous of her, but sometimes it felt deeper than that. A want.
Every morning as she left, the human would flip on the CD player. Occasionally she would talk aloud but Niamh would never dare to respond or show herself. Clara never did go after her; she never even got close to the bookshelf. It felt like she was actively avoiding it. In a way, Niamh felt guilty. Making her walk on eggshells in her own home.
âIâm sorry.â Niamh quickly lifted her head, eyes wide as she realized Clara had stopped doing her makeup. The human fiddled with her makeup brush. âI didnât mean to scare you off, hell, I⌠I donât know if youâre even still here.â She mumbled. âI was hoping⌠I mean⌠I-I donât know what I was hoping for. Iâm just, really sorry.â She wiped her eyes and grabbed her bag. Niamh watched with wide eyes as she rushed from the room, the borrower jumped as the front door slammed.
Guilt wormed into her stomach.
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Clara was exhausted by the time she got home. Defeated from work and dreading returning home. The one-bedroom felt especially lonely these days. Usually at work she would daydream about the tiny girl, but those fantasies had quickly soured.
She sighed and dropped her bag and her jacket on the couch. She stepped into her room, she lifted her head and her eyes widened as she noticed the girl on her vanity.
âOh shit.â Clara blurted, âH-Hey.â She breathed softly, her eyes were wide as they looked her over. She couldnât believe it. There she was, tiny as she had remembered and waiting for her.
âHi.â The girl uttered, her voice was unbelievably soft. Her tiny hands were tightly clasped in her lap. She was scared, obviously.
Clara couldnât get over how absolutely minuscule she was, only a few inches tall. âI, I canât believe you came. I thought, I thought for sure you wouldâve⌠Um.â She pulled her bottom lip between her teeth. âCan I sit down?â She asked softly.
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Niamh nodded slowly. Her heart was hammering in her chest, she had her hands clasped tightly in her lap to try and keep them from shaking. With each step Clara took the vanity shook ever so slightly.
As she approached Niamh had to crane her neck to see her face. It made her stomach drop, her instinct was to run but she forced herself to sit still. She wiped the perspiration from her palms on her pants, her knife was tucked into her waistband just in case.
As Clara sat, she filled Niamhâs entire view. When the borrower lifted her face she found Clara looking down at her; her eyes didnât have an evil glint that borrowers had been warned to expect. There was no animosity there.
Instead her eyes were tender and almost⌠affectionate, Niamh felt a blush rise to her cheeks. She couldnât believe Clara was looking at her like that.
She dropped her gaze and fiddled with her hands. Even when she wasnât looking at the human her presence was impossible to ignore. Niamh could hear her breathing, feel her gaze, and could even feel the warmth she seemed to omit.
She composed herself and opened her mouth to speak. âI-Iâm sorry I made you so sad.â Niamh uttered after a moment, âI just⌠I wasnât sure what you wouldâve done to me andâŚâ She trailed off, she shook her head.
âNo, no,â Clara said quickly, shaking her head. âYou really donât have to apologize. But, I promise I wonât hurt you.â She reiterated, âMy name is Clara.â
Niamh looked up at her, she was starkly aware that the human was softening her voice for her sake. When she spoke on the phone or when her friends were over Clara was much louder, more animated. She clearly was doing her best not to scare her.
She nodded as she introduced herself, âIâm Niamh.â She said softly.
âSo⌠Like what happened to you?â Clara asked her. She placed her elbow on the vanity and rested her cheek into her palm.
Even though the movement was slow and deliberate Niamh still stiffened. She willed herself to relax and looked back towards her face. âWhat do you mean?â
âI mean, did you shrink, or?â Clara tapped her cheek with her pointer finger absentmindedly as she watched the tiny girl.
âShrink? No, noâŚâ Niamh smiled softly, âNo, I was, I was born like this. Iâve always been small.â She confessed.
âReally? So youâre like a fairy?â Claraâs eyes seemed to sparkle with excitement.
Niamh laughed softly, quickly shaking her head. âNo, no, nothing like that.â She whispered. âI think, uh, humans call us borrowers.â
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Claraâs eyes widened as she laughed, god she was cute. She smiled down at her, she wanted to touch her so badly. To feel her in her hands. She would easily be able to curl in her palms.
âBorrower?â Clara repeated softly. She made a mental note to look it up later. Each time Niamh met her eyes it felt like electric shock was rushing through her veins. âThis might not be appropriate but⌠Could I touch you?â Immediately she winced, âGod that sounds so weird, but like⌠I just⌠I want to make sure youâre actually real.â
She could see that the little borrower had bristled at the idea. She was frowning, she looked fucking scared. âUmâŚâ Was the only sound that she produced.
Quickly Clara shook her head. âSorry, Iâm sorry, Niamh. That wasnât cool, I didnât mean to overstep.â Her face felt hot, she was embarrassed.
âIâm real.â Niamh promised, Clara met her eyes and nodded.
Suddenly a loud ring came from Claraâs phone which made both girls jump. âSorry! UmâŚâ Clara picked up the phone. âH-Hey!â She said, biting her lip as she continued to hold eye contact with Niamh.
âWhere are you? Wasnât the reservation for 7:00?â Jules, Claraâs best friend, asked.
Claraâs eyes widened. âOh fuck, um, I totally forgot. I can get there in like thirty. Shit, Iâm sorryâŚâ She apologized.
For some reason she felt a bit of resentment towards her friend; it felt like she had burst this bubble that was Clara and Niamh. She had stepped into their little universe, Clara didnât want to leave. She wanted to keep talking to Niamh for hours.
She hung up the phone and looked down. âI-I have to go.â She told her regretfully. âMaybe, Iâll see you tomorrow?â She was hopeful, she hoped Clara wanted to see her again even if she had made her uncomfortable by asking to hold her.
Niamh nodded. âYeah⌠Tomorrow.â She agreed, shooting her a small smile.
Clara felt relief wash over her, she grinned and nodded. âCool, um, have a good night. Iâll see you soon!â She said as she stood from the desk. She glanced back to wave and tripped over her rug. She flushed and rushed out of the room.
Her heart was still racing by the time she got to the train station. She was elated.
âDid you get fucked?â Jules suddenly asked in the middle of dinner.
Clara almost dropped her fork, âIâm sorry?â She asked, eyes wide.
Jules grinned, âYouâre fucking glowing, Clara. And you sounded weird as fuck on the phone.â She laughed at her flustered face. âItâs fine, this is exciting! Iâm stoked for you.â She laughed.
âActually I didnât get fucked, I just ran into a tiny girl who happens to like the same music as me and I might kind of want to have sex with her even though logistically that doesnât make any fucking sense senseâ.
Is what she wished she could have told her but she knew she owed Niamh secrecy. Instead Clara just buried her flushed face in her hands and shook her head as Jules cackled.
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The next morning Niamh scaled the vanity as Clara sat doing her makeup. She hadnât been able to sleep; she just laid there and thought of the meeting they had. She had heard Clara return to the apartment much later in the evening and climb into bed which was directly above her home in the floorboards.
Niamh watched her apply her blush for a moment before hesitantly stepping into the open. âHey.â She greeted softly. She smiled as Claraâs eyes widened and immediately brightened.
âHey! I wasnât expecting you so soon.â She admitted with a shy smile. âGlad I didnât scare you off.â She said, snapping the compact shut.
Niamh quickly shook her head, âWhat are you listening to?â She asked, sitting on one of Claraâs many palettes. She watched her do her makeup curiously.
âThis is Joy Division.â She told her, smiling. She reached over Niamhâs head to grab the case. She moved at dizzying speed, Niamh swallowed thickly but didnât flinch. Clara showed her the cover, âDo you like it?â
Niamh nodded. âI like all of your music.â She told her. She smiled softly as the humanâs cheeks immediately flushed.
âT-Thanks.â She mumbled shyly. âIf you ever want anything specific just tell me.â
Niamh nodded, grateful for how casual all of this was.
They continued to meet up in the mornings and evenings; they were getting familiar and comfortable with one another.
Several nights later Niamh looked up at Clara as she told her about her day. It was late, the room was dimly lit; they were listening to Echo & the Bunnymen.
Niamh could see her fingers tapping on her cheek. She had realized she only did that when she was itching to touch her, instead she would tap her own skin. A distraction, a supplement.
âClara.â She interrupted, smiling as she looked down at her in surprise. âIâm giving you permission to touch me.â She wanted her to touch her, but she wasnât bold enough to say that.
For a moment Clara just stared at her in surprise. âAre⌠You sure?â She whispered.
Niamh smiled, nodding. A bit of nervousness wormed into her stomach but she trusted Clara⌠She really did.
She watched as Clara carefully reached forward, very carefully she slid her hand behind her back. She hadnât touched her yet, she was inches from her, but Niamh could feel the heat radiating from her palm.
She looked up, Clara was giving her these puppy-dog eyes. Still asking for permission. Niamh rolled her eyes, smiled, and leaned back. She let herself fall against the cushy flesh of her palm.
She heard Claraâs breath hitch, Niamh shivered as her massive thumb ran along the side of her head, over her hair and down her shoulder. It was incredibly intimate, Niamh looked up at her and shivered as her thumb continued down her side. Her pointer finger appeared on the other side of her and pinched her carefully.
Niamh gasped as she was lifted, her hands clung to Claraâs fingers. She was carefully set into the humanâs other hand. She was cupped in them carefully. Niamh looked up at her, blushing at her awed smile.
âDonât look at me like that.â She mumbled, blushing deeply. She covered her face with her arm, her other hand sinking into the flesh of her palm. Claraâs thumb came up to lower her arm, her manicured nail ran along the skin.
âI think youâre lovely.â Clara told her softly.
Niamh looked up in surprise as she said that. The humanâs eyes were soft, full of admiration and want. It felt like the borrowerâs heart was going to stop in her chest. âA-Are you trying to kill me?â She managed with wide eyes.
Clara smiled, chuckling softly. Her thumb carefully brushed her cheek; she was so goddamn gentle. Niamh brought up her hand to press against her thumb nail, holding it there. Claraâs eyes scanned her face, they were inches apart.
She heard Clara swallow thickly. âWhat would you do if I kissed you right now?â The human whispered.
Niamh couldnât take this. She sat up in her palm and planted her hands on Claraâs upper lip and leaned in. She pressed a soft kiss to her bottom lip. She shivered as Clara shifted her grip to hold her closer, her pointer finger pressed to the back of her head.
Clara kissed her back, her lips enveloping the borrowerâs head. Niamh whimpered, she was so warm, so soft. Everything about her was so soft, she couldnât believe this was happening. She kissed her back, her hand hesitantly running along the humanâs jaw.
She shuddered as Claraâs tongue slipped out and tasted her. She whimpered with want. She opened her mouth and shuddered as the tip of the tongue explored. âClaraâŚâ She whimpered as the tongue retreated. She was pulled back, and looked up at the girl.
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Claraâs eyes were soft as she looked at the tiny girl in her palm. Her hair was mussed, her face was damp, and cheeks were rosy. She was so beautiful. Clara couldnât help but peck another kiss to her face.
âClara,â the borrower whispered again.
She hummed in acknowledgement, kissing down her neck gently. It elicited a delightful little whine. She shivered as Niamhâs little hands pressed into her lips.
âI want you, I-IâŚâ Niamh panted, âClara please.â She whispered.
Clara pulled away to search her little face, her eyes were desperate and pleading. God she was so fucking hot. The human pulled her to her chest and stood. She climbed into her bed and laid the little thing on her pillow.
She propped herself on her elbows and pushed her thumbs into Niamhâs hands. She kissed her deeply before kissing down her neck, her chest, her stomach.
She hummed as the borrower whimpered and squeezed her thumbs. She nosed up her shirt, kissing at the bare flesh of her torso. âC-ClaraâŚâ She whined.
The human grinned and pinched her shirt, easily pulling the tank top off of her. There was no bra. She took a moment to take her in before licking her upper lip and leaning back down. She wanted to make her feel good, so good she would never want to leave.
She kissed her tits, tongue snaking out to circle each nipple. She listened to the little squeals and whimpers of pleasure. She felt her little hands reach up to grip her nose. She opened her eyes and saw Niamhâs head thrown back.
She pulled away with a soft pop, she leaned down and bit her waist band. She easily tossed them aside. She smirked. âYou always go around without panties on?â She teased, her thumb slipping under her thigh and touching her. Niamh gasped, eyes shooting open and looking up at her.
Claraâs eyes sparkled. âSo wetâŚâ She mumbled, her other thumb hooked around her other thigh and pulled them open carefully.
âF-FuckâŚâ Niamh mumbled, Clara could feel her eyes on her as she leaned down, tongue first. She licked into her, tasting her, drinking her in. âC-Clara, my, my god. Fuck.â Niamh moaned.
Niamh found her clit and circled it with her tongue. She felt the tiny girl twitching and squirming. âBreathe.â Clara reminded between licks.
She felt the tiny body let out a shuddering breath, the noises she was making were almost animalistic. So desperate.
Clara sucked and licked, swallowing down the juices leaking from her. She watched as Clara threw her head to the side, watching her. âC-ClaraâŚâ She panted, she watched the human lap at her before arching her back. Her legs twitched and she moaned loudly.
Clara hummed, continuing to slowly lap at her, coaxing her down from the orgasm. She pulled away, a string of saliva still connecting them.
She kissed the inside of each of her thighs then up her stomach, her chest, finally her neck. She pulled away and brushed her hair to the side. She pressed a careful kiss to her face.
âWas that what you wanted?â She murmured, admiring her as she panted and tried to catch her breath. Clara gently kissed her neck.
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Niamh was still basking in the afterglow, she lifted her neck as she gently lapped at her neck. âYou next⌠Please, let me.â
She looked at Clara, smiling at the surprise on the humanâs face. âNiamh, I-I donât know if thatâll workâŚâ
Niamh shook her head, pressing her hand on her cheek. âI do⌠Take off your clothes.â She whispered. She sat back, catching her breath as she watched Clara pull off her shirt.
She was so beautiful, Niamh was salivating. She swallowed thickly and watched as the human slipped down her skirt, then her thong.
She climbed back into the bed, âAre you sure?â Clara whispered again.
âIâve never been more sure of anything in my whole life.â Niamh whispered, reaching up to kiss her. She stood, letting Clara scoop her up. The human sat up, biting her lip before placing the borrower between her thighs.
Niamh ran her hand along the thighs that towered above her. She smirked softly as the flesh twitched under her touch. She looked up, swallowing thickly as she gazed up at Claraâs cunt. It was beautiful, dripping already.
Niamh stepped up, running her hand along her folds. She grinned as she heard Clara whimper far above her. She stood tall and reached up to her clit, as she touched it the giant body above her jumped.
She licked her lips eagerly and leaned up and pressed a kiss to her clit. She lapped at it eagerly, pressing her entire body against Claraâs cunt.
The humanâs cum coated her body, her hands pushed the hood back and she opened her mouth wide, taking Claraâs clit into her mouth. She whimpered and eagerly sucked and licked at it.
She got lost in it, occasionally hearing Clara moan her name or curse softly.
She hummed around it, the humanâs fingers came down behind her, pressing her forward. Her thumb pressed the back of her head. She gagged slightly but didnât dare stop. She licked and sucked obediently.
She twisted her head and pushed impossibly closer. âN-Niamh!â The human moaned, her body stiffened around her. Claraâs thighs closed in around her, squeezing her against the girlâs cunt.
She whimpered and continued to suck like her life depended on it. âFuckâŚâ Clara mumbled. Her fingers slipped around Niamh and pulled her off. âJesus, NiamhâŚâ She whispered as she pulled her to her face.
Niamh panted and looked up at her. âWas that okay?â She asked hopefully, only now becoming aware of the slight lock in her jaw. She looked up, smiling as she saw Claraâs blissed out face.
âAre you kidding?â The human whispered. She leaned down and kissed her deeply, lapping her cum off her face. âGod youâre fucking amazing, Niamh.â She mumbled between kisses.
Niamh leaned into her, soaking in the affirmation.
That night Niamh laid beside her on the pillow, she watched her sleep, unable to believe how lucky she was. She watched her slightly parted lips, remembering the feeling of her against her. The words from the Echo & the Bunnymen rang in her head.