As selfish as he proclaimed he was, Greed had an interesting way of including her pleasure in his list of selfish desires, a decidedly important point of their relationship. Without the addicting, and seemingly never ending, gratification, it's unlikely that Velma would have stayed so long and endured some of his more callous personality traits.
Still, she nodded, her answer encompassing several of his questions as she leaned her head to rest back against his chest, to let his body guide hers in a way. It also kept her standing as he threatened the skin of her neck with his unruly dentition, a low groan escaping her at both that and the growing heat pressing behind her.
Closing her eyes, Velma lost herself in the motion of his hands and the paths created by his talons, humming softly between squirming sighs of approval. Shivers from the various ministrations continued to roll through her. Some were minor, while others near jerked her eyes open with a gasp.
Full of surprises. Maybe, or just a quick study able to predict how something like this outfit would affect him, her avarice. It's the same surprise that oft led her to not wearing her best undergarments around him since they tended to end up on the floor in shredded pieces more often than not.
Her hips twisted with the teasing path of his nails as they went about destroying this pair. It's not particularly knee-buckling if only because she expected it and had braced herself accordingly. However, his movement southward robbed her of her veritable wall to lean against, and she nearly toppled in his hands with the playful nip to her rear curves.
The request might have sent some weakness to her knees as well. Even though it's something she expected him to ask, Velma never became accustomed to verbally expressing exactly which dirty deeds she desired him to perform on her. Usually it boiled down to whichever would make her come the most and the hardest, but with him that didn't exactly narrow down the list much.
His rougher snap brought he to heel, so to speak, and she yelped softly in surprise, shivers raising gooseflesh over the larger than normal expanse of bare skin.
"I want to feel it tomorrow." She admitted ruefully, eyes closed and blush rolling between the freckles that dotted her fair skin. "For each step to be a reminder of how you hit that sweet spot so masterfully..." Velma swallowed, shaking slightly at the thought. "And so... Frequently."
Mimicking his style of speech had been an interesting trick she had picked up during their time together, as it tended to have quite the positive effect on events.
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Still, she nodded, her answer encompassing several of his questions as she leaned her head to rest back against his chest, to let his body guide hers in a way. It also kept her standing as he threatened the skin of her neck with his unruly dentition, a low groan escaping her at both that and the growing heat pressing behind her.
Closing her eyes, Velma lost herself in the motion of his hands and the paths created by his talons, humming softly between squirming sighs of approval. Shivers from the various ministrations continued to roll through her. Some were minor, while others near jerked her eyes open with a gasp.
Full of surprises. Maybe, or just a quick study able to predict how something like this outfit would affect him, her avarice. It's the same surprise that oft led her to not wearing her best undergarments around him since they tended to end up on the floor in shredded pieces more often than not.
Her hips twisted with the teasing path of his nails as they went about destroying this pair. It's not particularly knee-buckling if only because she expected it and had braced herself accordingly. However, his movement southward robbed her of her veritable wall to lean against, and she nearly toppled in his hands with the playful nip to her rear curves.
The request might have sent some weakness to her knees as well. Even though it's something she expected him to ask, Velma never became accustomed to verbally expressing exactly which dirty deeds she desired him to perform on her. Usually it boiled down to whichever would make her come the most and the hardest, but with him that didn't exactly narrow down the list much.
His rougher snap brought he to heel, so to speak, and she yelped softly in surprise, shivers raising gooseflesh over the larger than normal expanse of bare skin.
"I want to feel it tomorrow." She admitted ruefully, eyes closed and blush rolling between the freckles that dotted her fair skin. "For each step to be a reminder of how you hit that sweet spot so masterfully..." Velma swallowed, shaking slightly at the thought. "And so... Frequently."
Mimicking his style of speech had been an interesting trick she had picked up during their time together, as it tended to have quite the positive effect on events.