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[longwillows]

reach out?

the smell of fresh water in dry desert air. the feeling of cautious curiosity. a place as dangerous as it is resplendent.

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[pointedlook]

[ And help he does, after a surprised lift of his eyebrows when he sees she has forgone any form of pants or shorts and has opted instead for a long shirt over lacy underwear. Hooking his thumb under the waistband, he gives a tug, letting out an interested hum around her fingers as the garment slides to the floor. Both hands settle at the backs of her thighs, giving them a squeeze as he reluctantly pulls his mouth off of her fingers.

Of course, this means he's now free to trail kisses up the insides of her legs. He presses in soft at first, working his way upwards. Right before the juncture of her hip, he sucks a mark onto her skin with a pleased sigh. Naturally, he gives her a matching one on the other side before he finally laves the flat of his tongue across her pussy, his hands slipping up to palm her ass.

After a few teasing licks, he lightly sucks on her clit, unable to help the low groan that works its way out. ]

Here, turn around, I wanna try something. [ If she does, the desk will serve as a support (again) when he parts her shapely cheeks to lean in and slide his tongue over her hole. ]

[longwillows]

[It's a struggle to hold still as he kisses and marks her inner thighs, every nerve more sensitive for the neglect they've undergone since her tethers were snapped. She eases her legs apart just slightly as he works to give him more room, head tilting back with a pleased moan when she feels the drag of his tongue. As usual, her hand quickly finds the top of his head so that she can run her fingers through his hair, now that he's no longer holding the digits captive in his wicked mouth.

Her toes curl, pressing the pads of them into the floor when he reaches her clit and sucks, the action also prompting some shorter, sharper sound of appreciation. Mild and breathless confusion follows when he pulls back to speak, though it quickly becomes an interested arch of the brow and a curious smirk, her big ears already piqued by Arthur's vocalizations.] Yes, sir.

[And turn around she does, settling her hands flat atop the desk to support her shoulders as she leans over the well-tested piece of furniture. When she feels the wet heat of his tongue further back between her legs, it draws a surprised gasp, a startled flinch seizing her hips momentarily as she reflexively tenses up—which lifts her tails too, fur fluffing near her spine and their tapered tips curling upwards.

Then the sudden intake of breath escapes again as delighted laughter. No need to make it any more difficult on him; she steps out of the fallen panties and edges her heels outwards along the floor to widen the open angle of her legs in invitation. She makes an effort to keep the drape of her tails off of him too, but they already tremble with even that level of restraint—or perhaps it's the excitement.]