[Fang's eyes focused on hers, attention sharp in that vibrant green. There's such a delightful promise in Chariot's smoldering tone. Something proud rose in Fang's chest, both her own and from her Turnskin instinct, a reflexive desire to challenge her lover for the right to make her beg. To make Chariot beg, herself. Fang was more than strong enough, and they both knew it.]
[But Chariot's word was stronger than any physicality of Fang's, and the image of being brought to the brink, being driven into a near-frenzy under her lover's hands was just as tantalizing.]
[That intense focus in her eyes was nearly predatory, albeit patiently.]
Then make me, [Fang lifted her head to follow Chariot's rise the best she could without lifting her shoulders from the bed—challenging her lover, but in a very different way. The weight of the half-drunk bottle was still in her other hand, and Fang was torn between tossing it on the floor and pouring the rest over herself.]
Make me wild. Make me beg. [Fang timed the sudden rock of her hips with Chariot's next lazy stroke to defiantly force more pressure into the touch, and she hissed a sigh. Excitement and hunger boil hotter in her chest with every little provocation.] Make me give you want you want.
[Fang would regardless, of course. It just seemed more fun this way.]
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[But Chariot's word was stronger than any physicality of Fang's, and the image of being brought to the brink, being driven into a near-frenzy under her lover's hands was just as tantalizing.]
[That intense focus in her eyes was nearly predatory, albeit patiently.]
Then make me, [Fang lifted her head to follow Chariot's rise the best she could without lifting her shoulders from the bed—challenging her lover, but in a very different way. The weight of the half-drunk bottle was still in her other hand, and Fang was torn between tossing it on the floor and pouring the rest over herself.]
Make me wild. Make me beg. [Fang timed the sudden rock of her hips with Chariot's next lazy stroke to defiantly force more pressure into the touch, and she hissed a sigh. Excitement and hunger boil hotter in her chest with every little provocation.] Make me give you want you want.
[Fang would regardless, of course. It just seemed more fun this way.]