[Fang let out a needy sound of her own after that whimper. As Chariot's need rose towards a fever pitch, the Bond made it harder and harder to distinguish it from Fang's, the two feeding together until they threatened to become the same. She might not have been able to physically feel the Witch's arousal through it, but her writhing did more than enough to stoke Fang's own. Gods, it felt like her skin was on fire.]
[The turnskin shifted again, one knee coming between Chariot's legs. Which... unfortunately pinned the skirt down, but Fang's thoughts were becoming difficult to keep in line; all she thought of in that instant was giving her partner something to grind against, and pressed her knee against her heat through the layers of fabric.]
[But she still wanted more. Supporting herself on her elbows, her other hand knocked the other half of the brassier askew, that hand finding the neglected nipple and tending to it just like the other. Fang parted, heaving for air, and after a few frantic breaths turned her attention to suckling at whatever part of Chariot's neck or collar was closest.
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[The turnskin shifted again, one knee coming between Chariot's legs. Which... unfortunately pinned the skirt down, but Fang's thoughts were becoming difficult to keep in line; all she thought of in that instant was giving her partner something to grind against, and pressed her knee against her heat through the layers of fabric.]
[But she still wanted more. Supporting herself on her elbows, her other hand knocked the other half of the brassier askew, that hand finding the neglected nipple and tending to it just like the other. Fang parted, heaving for air, and after a few frantic breaths turned her attention to suckling at whatever part of Chariot's neck or collar was closest.