But—! [Mash’s objection is forcibly silenced. The rub of the King’s leg against her, far and away the most unfamiliar sensation so far, elicits a sharp little gasp, allowing the tongue further in. She doesn’t fight it. She was in no state to. She considers Alter’s words, the trepidation building up inside her. Had she enjoyed it? What did it mean if she had?
Something else was building too, something anxious and hot that she couldn’t put her finger on. Her fingertips, still resting on Alter’s chest and trembling slightly, curl ever so gently, gripping tentatively at the fabric.]
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Date: 2022-05-23 05:41 pm (UTC)Something else was building too, something anxious and hot that she couldn’t put her finger on. Her fingertips, still resting on Alter’s chest and trembling slightly, curl ever so gently, gripping tentatively at the fabric.]