[ she's never been shy about what she likes, nor is she shy about getting it, either; desire is clear in her gaze as she watches him approach, head tilted slightly while her tail coils in lazy arcs behind her. heat radiates off him in waves, but rather than it being scalding, it feels more like a warm caress against her body, like hot palms smoothing down the length of her back and the curve of her thighs. her skin flushes with it, soft pink seeping down her neck to her chest and disappearing beneath the hem of the fur shawl covering the swell of her breasts. ]
It is. [ he's taller in this form, having to tilt her head back a little to meet his gaze. anyone would be intimidated by the breadth of him, the sinister glow in his chest, but clorinde isn't anyone. nor is she inclined to be afraid of something that looks good enough to eat. ] But I think it's a little more bearable, now.
[ her lips, painted a deep and rich purple, curl into something too self-satisfied to be a smile. he curls a lock of her hair around his finger and she steps closer, her hands finding purchase on his chest. she hums low, an almost purr at how warm he is, and it doesn't take very much at all to imagine what that warmth would feel like inside of her as she looks up at him beneath the veil of her lashes. ]
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[ she's never been shy about what she likes, nor is she shy about getting it, either; desire is clear in her gaze as she watches him approach, head tilted slightly while her tail coils in lazy arcs behind her. heat radiates off him in waves, but rather than it being scalding, it feels more like a warm caress against her body, like hot palms smoothing down the length of her back and the curve of her thighs. her skin flushes with it, soft pink seeping down her neck to her chest and disappearing beneath the hem of the fur shawl covering the swell of her breasts. ]
It is. [ he's taller in this form, having to tilt her head back a little to meet his gaze. anyone would be intimidated by the breadth of him, the sinister glow in his chest, but clorinde isn't anyone. nor is she inclined to be afraid of something that looks good enough to eat. ] But I think it's a little more bearable, now.
[ her lips, painted a deep and rich purple, curl into something too self-satisfied to be a smile. he curls a lock of her hair around his finger and she steps closer, her hands finding purchase on his chest. she hums low, an almost purr at how warm he is, and it doesn't take very much at all to imagine what that warmth would feel like inside of her as she looks up at him beneath the veil of her lashes. ]
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