❝ You have won, Adhlea. You have won. Now, play with me. ❞ (do with this what you will lmao)
KING ARTHUR / LEGEND OF THE SWORD ↳accepting
PAINTED NAILS trace carefully down Kalla’s jaw, her neck, along a defined clavicle and finally to the laces of her shirt. Adhlea toys with the knots there, pulling them just loose enough to go slack but no more. She bows her head to press a gentle kiss to the dwarf’s neck. She draws out the motion painfully slow, SAVORING the brief contact and letting the warmth of her breath linger on exposed skin.
“I won and you still make demands of me? So bossy, dear Warden.” Adhlea knows their game well, this FALSE power struggle to determine who comes out on top. Thick thighs straddle Kalla’s own, pressing firmly down to hold her in place. In terms of raw physical power there was no doubt Kalla was stronger. Any moment she could switch their positions, roll Adhlea off and claim victory and her prize, but that wasn’t part of the game. Not tonight.
Adhlea curls a finger under Kalla’s tattooed chin and leads her into a kiss. No matter what strength the dwarf boasted Adhlea had her own power. Without magic, without force, she was ENCHANTING. Her presence demanded attention and incited a craving in others. She could draw out this kiss as long as she wanted. Pull away just enough to relish in her lover chasing the contact Adhlea would deny.
“We have all night, ara haurasha. Why rush?”