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finalflight2024-09-12 10:58 am
retroductions) wrote in finalflight2024-09-12 10:58 am
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[Don't be annoyed, Sprezzatura. Just accept that younger Sholmes was and is a little bit of a brat.
But surely she can forgive him, given how he offers her one more long, luxuriant lick upwards as she threads her fingers into his hair. And there, he feels it again, the nub of her clit, no doubt wanting for the majority of his attention — and there, too, is where he draws in closer, retracting his tongue in favor of sealing his lips over it, instead.
A slow, sucking kiss.]
But surely she can forgive him, given how he offers her one more long, luxuriant lick upwards as she threads her fingers into his hair. And there, he feels it again, the nub of her clit, no doubt wanting for the majority of his attention — and there, too, is where he draws in closer, retracting his tongue in favor of sealing his lips over it, instead.
A slow, sucking kiss.]
[ once more, with feeling: ] Ohhhh—
[ simply pouring out of her at surprising pitch, her heart all at once in her throat and every ounce of focus between her legs. sounding like "auuw", almost; like pain, almost. a rich and heavy cry. could life sustain itself on a feeling like this one? well, it must have.
she pulls on the back of his head. palms it without restraint, thoughtlessly angling him how she wants. deeper against her cunt, so that his nose buries in soft and damp curls. yes, he has the idea of it. those pursed lips, for one. the sucking... ah. for another. ]
Use your entire mouth.
[ simply pouring out of her at surprising pitch, her heart all at once in her throat and every ounce of focus between her legs. sounding like "auuw", almost; like pain, almost. a rich and heavy cry. could life sustain itself on a feeling like this one? well, it must have.
she pulls on the back of his head. palms it without restraint, thoughtlessly angling him how she wants. deeper against her cunt, so that his nose buries in soft and damp curls. yes, he has the idea of it. those pursed lips, for one. the sucking... ah. for another. ]
Use your entire mouth.
Yes, my dear?
[I mean. The corpse is dressed like a stable hand, I guess. Could be a horse trainer. Perhaps the backdrop is lovingly painted to indicate that of a stable itself, but it's about as much as she'll be able to glean, beyond a sign that labels one such stable as Silver Blaze.]
[I mean. The corpse is dressed like a stable hand, I guess. Could be a horse trainer. Perhaps the backdrop is lovingly painted to indicate that of a stable itself, but it's about as much as she'll be able to glean, beyond a sign that labels one such stable as Silver Blaze.]
[Rather adamant in her adjustment of his face, the pull against his scalp situating him just as she likes it. Buried deeper, the scent of her potent.
And god, the sound she makes. Sholmes might mistake it as actual pain were he given no context of the situation, but knowing that he can make her feel such a way is exhilarating.]
Mmn.
[The only real response he can give her with his mouth otherwise busy. She directs him to use his entire mouth, to use more, and he can only guess that means for him to envelop her in ways that feel more complete. A longer, harder suck; his lips pressed in, a full kiss, and his tongue... its tip a litte swirl around that sensitive spot of hers.]
Mmmm? [Again. Like so?]
And god, the sound she makes. Sholmes might mistake it as actual pain were he given no context of the situation, but knowing that he can make her feel such a way is exhilarating.]
Mmn.
[The only real response he can give her with his mouth otherwise busy. She directs him to use his entire mouth, to use more, and he can only guess that means for him to envelop her in ways that feel more complete. A longer, harder suck; his lips pressed in, a full kiss, and his tongue... its tip a litte swirl around that sensitive spot of hers.]
Mmmm? [Again. Like so?]
[ much better—but still not quite what she wants. maybe nothing can live up to the enormity of what she wants. nevertheless, Sprezzatura gasps in the affirmative, her cunt clenching on the air and her clit throbbing in his mouth.
she loves that pull. ]
Da—oh, da.
[ as she's clumsily trying to get her thighs open and pulled back even wider, it makes her seem a little like a flower coming into bloom, all spread limbs and petals. her tail, which lays limp over the edge of the cushion between them, twitches up the inside of one of his thighs. ]
she loves that pull. ]
Da—oh, da.
[ as she's clumsily trying to get her thighs open and pulled back even wider, it makes her seem a little like a flower coming into bloom, all spread limbs and petals. her tail, which lays limp over the edge of the cushion between them, twitches up the inside of one of his thighs. ]
[Heh.]
Do you really want me to spoil the tale? Iris might want your opinion of her storytelling prowess.
[He's teasing.]
Do you really want me to spoil the tale? Iris might want your opinion of her storytelling prowess.
[He's teasing.]
[Immediately back up on his feet]
Of course I do! I love her very dearly! I would deny her nothing!
Of course I do! I love her very dearly! I would deny her nothing!
[The establishment wasn’t crowded to begin with, but she does pull a few glances. A whisper or two: “Is that really Herlock Sholmes?”
Sholmes, though, loudly-]
Nothing!!
Sholmes, though, loudly-]
Nothing!!
[aaaaAAAAAAAA]
The horse! Silver Blaze! Stolen away and painted to look like another horse!!
[...starts at the other end of the story. You've got him riled up, Sprezzatura.]
The horse! Silver Blaze! Stolen away and painted to look like another horse!!
[...starts at the other end of the story. You've got him riled up, Sprezzatura.]
[you’re the one who chose to marry this man]
The tale’s already been ruined. The art of deduction is reduced to a mere parlor trick when one already knows the end result.
The tale’s already been ruined. The art of deduction is reduced to a mere parlor trick when one already knows the end result.
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