Her own, plainer by comparison, hazel eyes watched his as she deftly folded the glasses with one hand, setting them on the nearby surface of a bookshelf. Without realizing it, the tip of her tongue slipped out to wet her lips even as she held hard against the urge to close the distance between them. To catch his lips with hers in earnest.
"Mhmm," she agreed, body shuddering against the first, simple contact of skin against skin. The first of many, she anticipated with the ghost of a self-satisfied smirk.
The sight of his talons moving southward, caused a shiver of anticipation. A gasp followed, blooming into a soft moan barely escaping her parted lips, her eyes fluttering closed so she can focus on what he was doing to her. Unless he wanted her to watch him. A gentle reminder would suffice if that were the case.
Her ass followed the upward motion of his claws, tilting up as if to escape to tortuously delicious chills. The hitching fabric reveals bare skin and naught else, another foresight of Velma's as she had changed. Further exploration would reveal just how excited she felt, not that he couldn't already observe that.
The more he teased, the more she squirmed beneath him, a hand reaching out to blindly grasp for some sort of hand hold to support her in case her legs gave out as they were threatening. Her breath sometimes came in irregular pulls that she tried to hold even, but he knew all her buttons, even if he was only blindly pushing them at the moment.
A soft variety of pleasurable noises continued to escape her despite her best efforts, urging him closer. Urging him further. The heat of his breath against the sensitive nook of her neck almost shattered all sense of reasonable restraint, but practice had stiffened her ability to tolerate more of his torments. Velma had always been an excellent student, after all.
She swallowed at his words and the breath that followed, familiar and rough from the recent smoke, an acquired taste that she had strangely grown to crave. Even if she did dislike his penchant for the habit.
The prod of his finger caused her knees to weaken as she cried out with a gasp. There's no pain in her voice, simply surprise that shifted to join the tangible accumulation of desire within the room. He was a monster, and she couldn't help but adore him for it.
Words. He wanted her to form words into sentences after one hand of his went on leisure tour of her thigh? Cruel indeed. Instead, she gave in and pressed herself back against him in a solid movement, groaning through gritted teeth. "Since when do you play nice, my Avarice?"
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"Mhmm," she agreed, body shuddering against the first, simple contact of skin against skin. The first of many, she anticipated with the ghost of a self-satisfied smirk.
The sight of his talons moving southward, caused a shiver of anticipation. A gasp followed, blooming into a soft moan barely escaping her parted lips, her eyes fluttering closed so she can focus on what he was doing to her. Unless he wanted her to watch him. A gentle reminder would suffice if that were the case.
Her ass followed the upward motion of his claws, tilting up as if to escape to tortuously delicious chills. The hitching fabric reveals bare skin and naught else, another foresight of Velma's as she had changed. Further exploration would reveal just how excited she felt, not that he couldn't already observe that.
The more he teased, the more she squirmed beneath him, a hand reaching out to blindly grasp for some sort of hand hold to support her in case her legs gave out as they were threatening. Her breath sometimes came in irregular pulls that she tried to hold even, but he knew all her buttons, even if he was only blindly pushing them at the moment.
A soft variety of pleasurable noises continued to escape her despite her best efforts, urging him closer. Urging him further. The heat of his breath against the sensitive nook of her neck almost shattered all sense of reasonable restraint, but practice had stiffened her ability to tolerate more of his torments. Velma had always been an excellent student, after all.
She swallowed at his words and the breath that followed, familiar and rough from the recent smoke, an acquired taste that she had strangely grown to crave. Even if she did dislike his penchant for the habit.
The prod of his finger caused her knees to weaken as she cried out with a gasp. There's no pain in her voice, simply surprise that shifted to join the tangible accumulation of desire within the room. He was a monster, and she couldn't help but adore him for it.
Words. He wanted her to form words into sentences after one hand of his went on leisure tour of her thigh? Cruel indeed. Instead, she gave in and pressed herself back against him in a solid movement, groaning through gritted teeth. "Since when do you play nice, my Avarice?"
Not exactly a direct answer, but close enough.