[ There is a pause - as she does consider her options. Stretch him faster, or make him beg? Or put that mouth to better use, even? In a clipped voice, ] Noted. Well, then.
[ She gets a third finger in there, and twists her hand a little, just make him feel it, while she lets go of his panties in favour of getting the plug. Swapping her fingers for the plug turns out to be an easy process, because deep down (shallowly deep) Lestat is a bit of a slut. Then again, it takes one to know one.
She presses the tip of the plug in, and keeps on pushing, until she's fitted the entire thing in, and left him with a fake diamond to cover his asshole. ]
Pretty boy. [ She pets his ass lovingly, and gingerly pulls his panties back in place, before stepping back. She goes back to his side again, to grasp his chin the same way as before, and draw him up for a kiss - not fully up, because there is something to be said for how tall Lestat is, and she doesn't want him to tower over her while she's in control. This one is dirty, hungry, a little on the sloppy side. She takes his mouth, there's no other word for it.
And when she's done, and she breaks the kiss, it's with her thumb pressed past his lips, holding his tongue down. Dark eyes take him in, glance down at where she's holding his mouth slightly open. ] I want this tongue on my pussy. [ She pulls her finger out, and taps his cheek lightly, before making her way to the bed. There's no reason to not take advantage of the bed, if he's spared no expenses. ]
[ lestat cannot help but laugh softly to himself at the very obvious choice the witch had made, though he takes moments to make all the appropriate sounds of appreciation. he is being treated, after all. his body gives way easily to the third finger, though the ring of muscle begins to tighten and clench around ariadne's fingers together. the widest point of the plug is just beyond the width of those slender digits together and stretches his hole around it, a moment of burning discomfort that the vampire pushes through. a little whimper and it's in, the soothing touches to his ass oddly reassuring.
the praise is well worth the cold weight settling inside him, as is the heated kiss that the witch takes from his mouth. more so than before, he's hungry for it, though he cannot quite keep up with her ferocity. he's a haze of lust and dumbstruck submission as she pushes a thumb into his mouth and looks him over, her words only seemingly to make more blood rush to his cock. he can only nod dumbly and swallow hard as she leaves for the bedroom, looking over his shoulder to watch her walk.
jesus fuck, they should have done this sooner. his cock is already leaking bloody precum through the black lace straining around him. he has to give himself a few hard squeezes to feel as if he could think completely clearly again, though he knew this would be useless as soon as he knelt between the witch's thighs. fuck, they had only just begun, too.
slowly he pads over to follow her, very aware of the weight of the plug in him as he moved. a clearing of his throat in an attempt to regain some composure, though it was very obvious he was anything but.]
And where would you like to recline, ma petit? Where would you like me?
[ that hungry look is back, eying her up expectantly.]
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[ She gets a third finger in there, and twists her hand a little, just make him feel it, while she lets go of his panties in favour of getting the plug. Swapping her fingers for the plug turns out to be an easy process, because deep down (shallowly deep) Lestat is a bit of a slut. Then again, it takes one to know one.
She presses the tip of the plug in, and keeps on pushing, until she's fitted the entire thing in, and left him with a fake diamond to cover his asshole. ]
Pretty boy. [ She pets his ass lovingly, and gingerly pulls his panties back in place, before stepping back. She goes back to his side again, to grasp his chin the same way as before, and draw him up for a kiss - not fully up, because there is something to be said for how tall Lestat is, and she doesn't want him to tower over her while she's in control. This one is dirty, hungry, a little on the sloppy side. She takes his mouth, there's no other word for it.
And when she's done, and she breaks the kiss, it's with her thumb pressed past his lips, holding his tongue down. Dark eyes take him in, glance down at where she's holding his mouth slightly open. ] I want this tongue on my pussy. [ She pulls her finger out, and taps his cheek lightly, before making her way to the bed. There's no reason to not take advantage of the bed, if he's spared no expenses. ]
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the praise is well worth the cold weight settling inside him, as is the heated kiss that the witch takes from his mouth. more so than before, he's hungry for it, though he cannot quite keep up with her ferocity. he's a haze of lust and dumbstruck submission as she pushes a thumb into his mouth and looks him over, her words only seemingly to make more blood rush to his cock. he can only nod dumbly and swallow hard as she leaves for the bedroom, looking over his shoulder to watch her walk.
jesus fuck, they should have done this sooner. his cock is already leaking bloody precum through the black lace straining around him. he has to give himself a few hard squeezes to feel as if he could think completely clearly again, though he knew this would be useless as soon as he knelt between the witch's thighs. fuck, they had only just begun, too.
slowly he pads over to follow her, very aware of the weight of the plug in him as he moved. a clearing of his throat in an attempt to regain some composure, though it was very obvious he was anything but.]
And where would you like to recline, ma petit? Where would you like me?
[ that hungry look is back, eying her up expectantly.]