[the sound Guzma makes from her careful, testing gesture, is rather astounding; Lucina's heart thumps loudly as a wave of sweet wanting washes over her at the sound of it. she has no experience in this, and yet she has some power to exert still...thank gods. she really likes that. it's why there's a bit of intensity in her flushed face when he withdraws to look at her -- some of that wanting is for the power to make him quiver as she does.
all but lost when his hand glides up to her breast -- that familiar feeling elicits a soft gasp and a little moan of her own. she swallows against the feeling of his mouth against her neck, enamored by the warmth and pleasing tingle so much attention is being given her all over --
oh.
and, and that--she utters a little surprised sound at the press of his hips and...well. she's not utterly lost. but she may as well be, for how overwhelming that rush of urgent wanting comes on as she feels him roll against her. she squirms against him in the midst of that rush, her fingers digging in maybe a bit too much without realizing as she does so.]
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all but lost when his hand glides up to her breast -- that familiar feeling elicits a soft gasp and a little moan of her own. she swallows against the feeling of his mouth against her neck, enamored by the warmth and pleasing tingle so much attention is being given her all over --
oh.
and, and that--she utters a little surprised sound at the press of his hips and...well. she's not utterly lost. but she may as well be, for how overwhelming that rush of urgent wanting comes on as she feels him roll against her. she squirms against him in the midst of that rush, her fingers digging in maybe a bit too much without realizing as she does so.]