ooc: you are such a crackwhore, i dont know how you remember anything at all honestly
Wordcount: +3 NAUGHTY STUFF BEGINS OHOHO
The girl beneath her had begun to writhe, her lazy comfort becoming a burning need that China could readily identify with. She remembered the first time she had felt that need, and it had been as sinful then as it was now. When had sharing the love of the Earthmother become such a taboo? Such a heinous crime? When had the girl with the too-pretty face and the sweet blue eyes become so wretched and false?
The thoughts were subliminal, never born forth to echo in the shadows of her gaze. But they drove her on, regardless, as though the sharing of the sensuality and heat could some how reverse the damage it had already done. For China, there was no going back.
Dark bangs of charcoal draped over the other girl's upturned face as her tongue graced the russet muzzle, which parted to allow a low whine to pour forth. The sound was laced with an innocent urgency, wanting something, but unsure of it's design or purpose. China knew. She knew the ways of the innocent; Had been one herself, once, not so long ago. It was her burden, this blatant sexuality, this picture of desirable innocence - Even when she was a full-grown and matured lady, the dainty Lykoi Rose would have the supple, sweetly bared curves of a girl just on the cusp of woman-hood. Youthful eternity was hers. She suspected herself to be older than the rounder, warmer body beneath her.
Slowly, the moon-hued dove shifted her weight, moving further down the body of the girl until she straddled her legs. Her pink tongue followed, tracing a warm air-kissed path along the russet girl's jaw, the pounding of her pulse, the sweet little pocket of her collarbone. Across her own throat was the faint criss-cross scars, where a demon had made a similar path on her own body.
Willfully, her mouth found one curved breast, and her dainty but confidant fingers the other. She knew how to give pleasure, for she had received it, even in the grasps of cruelest torture and guilt. Here, in this sweet glade, it seemed much more natural - But even this unnamed kin's sweet body would not hide her from the ruby gaze that sought her behind closed eyelids.
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