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[godinakilt]

[[Continued from here.]]

Camulus laughed again, flexing under her hands. "Remember where the clasps are?"

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[empathicwitch]

Phoebe grinned and unclasped the kilt.

"If I didn't know that by now..."

[godinakilt]

Camulus twisted his hips, sending the kilt slithering to the ground with a self-satisfied smirk.

[empathicwitch]

Phoebe had a satisfied look in her eyes as the kilt slid to the ground. She ran her hands along his hips, enjoying the firmness of his muscles.

[godinakilt]

Camulus preened under her touches.

[empathicwitch]

Phoebe leaned into him and started kissing down his body.

[godinakilt]

Camulus encouraged her with a low moan, his hands encouraging her to join him in his state of undress, caressing skin and tugging at clothes.

[empathicwitch]

Phoebe was a very obedient witch and she was soon out of her clothing.

[godinakilt]

And Camulus was a very appreciative god. He looked over her with hungry eyes. "Beautiful."

[empathicwitch]

"Yes you are." She traced his body with her lips.

[godinakilt]

Camulus groaned. "Humility doesn't become you."

[empathicwitch]

"Worshipping my favorite god in my own way is not the same as humility," she pointed out, breathing against him.

[godinakilt]

"I meant in ignoring my compliments," he growled, skin trembling under her mouth.

[empathicwitch]

"I don't ignore them," she murmured. "I just have my own way of showing my appreciation."

[godinakilt]

"Then by all means, continue."

[empathicwitch]

She would have responded, but she had found something that was starting to keep her mouth a little busy.

[godinakilt]

Camulus groaned, threading his fingers through her hair. "Phoebe . . ."