@orchidsrotten said : 3 FF
they move like wretched ghosts in the dark. pale and sinuous, enfolding and bowing apart like wax figures come to life for a taste of its sordid pleasures. the lamb shivers, blushing, her many-bodied blood painting her flesh prettily for every inch the other's gaze rakes over. there is a nauseous need in her belly for shadowheart to look upon this haunted vessel - shining in hunger-sweat, dragged over in blue veins like so many little rivers - and mark it, with all her cold superiority, as a worthy thing. she needs not worship, only kindly attention. some attention from this woman of impenetrable dark.
the bite to the meat of her ass draws a whine from the depths of her throat unlike anything she's ever produced - be it by her own voice or that of the song inside of her. it shocks her, the length and breadth of desire within her. perhaps that too, is multiplied by whatever she houses next to her soul. no, she thinks quickly.
upon her knees she bends to all fours, until she rests her head upon the floor, hair spilled like a pool of blood upon the wood, neck bent and craning to watch the other close in upon her. in the dark, her eyes like a wild, half-frightened thing. lamb arches the brittle path of her spine. presents her behind, the pretty pink folds that stand out so starkly flushed against the sallow color of her thighs. a rivulet of her arousal beads, drips like stickied syrup and clings to the inside of her leg. then another. her fists make an awful noise where they scratch against the grain.
she knees her way backwards towards shadowheart, ass still in the air, attempting to close the gap herself. greedy, greedy little thing.
❝ please. ❞ as if she were praying. as if shadowheart alone is the answer to every ache inside of her. perhaps she is. ❝ touch me. please. — i can stand it no longer ... ❞
