[ 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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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.]