(psl) meet me in the shadows, won't you tell me what you've found

[disdelusioned]

 come down to where all of the others fell

get lost in the dark to find yourself

[x]

 

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[hearthwarming]

[ She watches him draw nearer to her cunt, and already she's drawing in a deep breath in anticipation, ready to throw her head back and writhe and squirm beneath his attentions. It's been so long since she had that feeling, of watching and waiting and wanting rather than indulging in these acts out of starvation, of urgency. She'd almost forgotten what it was like, and a part of her knows that the feeling of his tongue on her sex will drive her mad and make her greedy—

But the touch of his lips is instead light, and soft, and barely there, and that held breath is released in something of a chuckle. ]

I hadn't thought you to be a cruel man, Master Diluc...

[disdelusioned]

[Diluc pulls back just enough to chuckle as well. The label of cruel, however lightly given, is entirely deserved. Her reaction, bemused yet so needy, is entirely worth it.]

Forgive me, Miss Oriphi. Allow me to make it up to you.

[Slowly, deliberately, he circles his tongue around the bud of her clit before he runs it down and up the length of her folds, relishing in how she tastes and feels. She's exquisite, hot and wet and spread open for him like this, and he's happy to devour her. So much so, in fact, that he has to swallow back the urge to sink his fangs into her thigh and drink deeply from her while he continues to touch and tease her. He could make it feel so good for her, pain and pleasure pushing her over the edge...

An idea for another time. She's still not quite fully recovered from her self-imposed energy starvation, and therefore it's important that she feeds from him before he does the same from her. He'll content himself with merely using his tongue and lips tonight.

After teasing with his tongue, he purses his lips around her clit and sucks on it, gently at first but with increasing pressure.]

[hearthwarming]

[ He could make it feel so good for her, and she's certainly not one to shy away from mixing pain and pleasure. But mercifully, Master Diluc decides not to draw vitality from her until she's been sated, and she'll make sure to return the favor later in the night.

He doesn't need to use his teeth to make this feel so good for her, besides. ]

Gods.

[ The flat of his tongue is hot and wet on her slick bottom lips, sending a spark of pleasure through her that has her slumping down against the back of the couch, her hair dragging against the cushions as she spreads her thighs wider for him. With a sense of urgency her fingers thread into his scarlet locks, and sharp fingertips scrape against his scalp as she presses his face closer against her cunt. ]

M...More, Master Diluc...

[disdelusioned]

[Her reaction--the way she slumps into the sofa, the sting of her nails against his scalp, and especially the sweet way she pleads for more--causes yet more heat to pool deep within him, driving hunger and lust both to the point where little else exists aside from her. Were he of a clearer mind, he might worry that he's becoming a little too affected by the allure of her succubus nature. There's no doubt that her powers are at least somewhat responsible for his current state.

In the moment, however, all he cares about is how delicious her wetness tastes and how perfect each noise she makes sounds to his ears.

He releases her clit to tease more with his tongue, tracing slow and deliberate circles around it. So as not to neglect her opening, he reaches up and (as before) presses two fingers into her.]