Of coins and rose petals [Aevum!] [M]

[Medievarad]

Sura didn't reply to her, letting out only a guttural groan as she pressed herself back against him. And he replied in kind, his hips slowly starting to gyrate against hers. Teeth grazing across her neck. Words failed him. He had nothing more to say.

His hand slowly groped her breast, before moving up to pinch her nipple. His free hand slowly caressed down her hip, trailing around her abdomen, before moving down slowly, almost teasingly in kind. Before he suddenly trailed his fingers across her folds.

[AevumEternity]

Qi's slender back arches slightly with a soft gasp, though quiet laughter bubbled through cherry lips- oh! What a pleasant surprise! He learned so quickly! Tilting her head to one side, her slender hand moving up to carress his cheek, Qi's other hand slowly trailed down his body. Her fingertips deftly sliding beneath his shirt to slowl pull it upward.

Her touch upon his bare skin was enough to make one of weak constitution moan, so feather-light, so pleasant as it was. In response to his now somewhat fervent movement, her thighs parted for his hand as another soft, song-like sigh of bliss bubbles from her lips," Ah- Sura~ what am i to do with you?" she croons, arching a slender eyebrow at him even as a rosy blush invaded the angelic glow of her face.

[Medievarad]

Sura still had no words for his mentor, too caught up with pulling her closer against his own body, still grazing sharp fangs across her neck. Still softly teasing her chest.

And busy little fingers down at her slith slowly pulled her petals aside, before Sura slowly tried to ease a finger in. Thumb running across to find a particular bud of nerves. And as soon as he found it, the same thumb would slowly rub over it.

[AevumEternity]

Qi exhales audibly, her entire body seeming to pause for a moment as if to register the sensations flowing through her body. She took a single shuddering breath as she croons his name," Ah~ Sura~" her song-like voice quavering with heated desire as her back arches and a quiet moan leaves her lips.

One hand slowly drew his shirt up his torso, the young woman pulled away only for a moment, pulling his tunic over his head but leavibg his mouth revealed- with a imp-ish smile, she pressed her lips against his. Keeping him blinded as her other hand trailed up and down his flank- causing small trails of gooseflesh to follow her fingertips.

[Medievarad]

A soft shiver crawled up his spine as he felt the cold tips of her fingers slowly trailing up and down his flank. But he didn't halt his ministration by any means. The shuddering breath, her soft singing voice almost begging him only pegged him on. And motivated him to go further. A motivation that was more than obvious.

He was blinded by his own cloth shirt, frowning underneath before he felt soft, rosy lips pressed on his own, which he gratefully and passionately answered.