[he's already taken to such heights already, yet in their quickening, Lucina can't help but yearn for it again -- even more now that it's shared in this way. there's a risk that he'll get too far ahead of her, but she doesn't know it. she only knows that the way he speaks her name? it's beautiful.]
Yes-- [ah, it's hard to speak in the throes of this.] Guzma...! [she gasps his name out between thrusts, her own hold tightening to a degree as the urgency grows. somehow, in some instinctual level, she has the sense of Guzma's state. that this was about to reach a head.
it's why she tilts her head back, obliging any and all of the kisses and nips he may give her. it's why her back starts to arch and her grip loosen, so he may draw her in as he needs -- not her.]
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Yes-- [ah, it's hard to speak in the throes of this.] Guzma...! [she gasps his name out between thrusts, her own hold tightening to a degree as the urgency grows. somehow, in some instinctual level, she has the sense of Guzma's state. that this was about to reach a head.
it's why she tilts her head back, obliging any and all of the kisses and nips he may give her. it's why her back starts to arch and her grip loosen, so he may draw her in as he needs -- not her.]
Ye-yes--!