[ Chariot had a strong feeling her words would spark challenge within Fang. How to play at her instincts, both her natural ones and those born of her Turnskin self, was something she'd been observing for months. To learn for a moment just like this, when she'd finally have the courage to rise to that occasion. And maybe, now that that bridge had been crossed, she'd find that courage more often. But the thrill of it being so novel, of how strong Fang's reaction was, made it feel like such a satisfying payoff...
Well. For the moment. She knew it was only going to get better. Whatever Fang wound up doing with that bottle, Chariot had full intention to taste her, regardless.
First with the lips, hungry and heavy, but she barely spent a few moments there before going back again to her throat, her collar, even managing some bites of her own along the way. She could still taste the wine, still smell it mixed with Fang's musk, her blood heating up more in response.
Down over her chest, worrying each nipple, popping them from her lips, nuzzling beneath the weight of her breasts. Down to her stomach, scooting her way back over Fang's hips. Her hand was still there, still slowly stroking, but her direction was probably clear by then, too... ]
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Well. For the moment. She knew it was only going to get better. Whatever Fang wound up doing with that bottle, Chariot had full intention to taste her, regardless.
First with the lips, hungry and heavy, but she barely spent a few moments there before going back again to her throat, her collar, even managing some bites of her own along the way. She could still taste the wine, still smell it mixed with Fang's musk, her blood heating up more in response.
Down over her chest, worrying each nipple, popping them from her lips, nuzzling beneath the weight of her breasts. Down to her stomach, scooting her way back over Fang's hips. Her hand was still there, still slowly stroking, but her direction was probably clear by then, too... ]