@oathwilled : ❛ do you have any idea how good you taste ? ❜ / cough
she was glad they decided to take this away from camp, nestled instead in a quiet meadow minutes away, grass soft against her back. not that it was very quiet now or that she particularly cared about how the grass felt. morgana had important things to care such, such as his head between her thighs and his mouth working on her in a way that makes her want to sob. her fingers twist around his hair and pull harshly, one leg draped over his shoulders.
she should've known he was as good with talking with his mouth as he was pleasuring her with it. her back arches around the ground and the tiefling chokes back a moan, closing her eyes for a moment. ❛ no, ❜ she says breathlessly, needing a moment to catch it. her fingers slide out of his hair to cup his jaw, peeking one eye open at him. ❛ but how about you come up here and i'll find out. ❜