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"Another request so soon, dear immortal-sama? Yet alone two?! You make me worry that my efforts are not enough." Theodore spoke, his face showing a small amount of depression at the mere thought of such.
"Still, you flatter me with such..attention. I am always happy to appease you whenever you may need... assistance." His words had grown much more confident over the voice he'd revealed only moments before. He may have shown concern for the rapidness of the request, but deep down, passed his training in servitude, sat a soul of a man. A man who would never take for granted the offering of a beautiful woman's lips. In some ways it appeased his chivalry, feeling as if he did not proceed properly that it was in disservice to the one whom had put it upon him to sate their needs. Even if he knew that many of his actions were above the call of duty.
Approaching closely to her, his height winning out to hers as their bodies closed the distance, he looked down upon her. With a slow motion from his hand, he brought his fingertips up to her chin, forcing her to raise her perfectly smooth, delicate face. At the same time his own head dropped, approaching to hers so close that the breath coming from the slit of his mouth could be felt against her.
"I fear that with this being your second request, I say I must find a more... interesting place to fulfill your desires." It was then that he used his index finger which lay across her chin to push it to the side, essentially tilting her neck outwardly. Seeing such a prime opportunity, Theodore dropped his head slowly passed hers. His cheek only barely brushed against her jawline before his lips were pressing against the tender flesh of her neck.
He wouldn't have been satisfied, nor did he believe her request would have been if he had decided things to be finished upon his lips making contact. No, he could not rest on such modest laurels. Instead he pulled her against him, their bodies pressing against one another. His arms wrapped around her hips and back, holding her where she stood, while his mouth never left her flesh. Instead, he lightly traced his thin lips against her skin, giving subtle kisses before finding a new spot to suckle for a short while. It wasn't long, however, before he opened his mouth, and pressed his tongue to her tender nerves. Tracing it against the tilted neck, he lapped over the area where her pulse could easily be heard. When such an action needed to be called to a close, he retracted his tongue and applied a singular kiss to the reddish bruise in which he'd created upon suckling on her earlier. Pulling his head away, he looked down into her eyes, drawing himself close.
"That was one. Should I think of someplace more inventive to plant the second?"
There was a sensuousness to his voice that betrayed his servant-hood, but it was a question all the same.