Attn: Wolframs

[yuuri_maou]

10:15 am

*After her lesson with Murata and her talk with Gunter, her guard leads her back towards her room. She's looking forward to a bath and to changing out of her track suit. Her guard, who's name is Jeremias call me Jerey, is young, barely with them a full three months, but he's friendly and talks to her freely about his mom, sisters, and

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[yuuri_maou]

*Her face floods with color as Wolfram pulls her clothes down, but the hot little mouth on her breast is a nice distraction. She feels like she’s never been touched before, and in a way, this version of her body is kinda a virgin. Wolfram moves on, making a moist trail down her body like she’s following a treasure map. With a trembling little gasp, she lifts her hand from where it has been lying against her side and touches her breast, feeling the still-damp, pebbled skin under her fingertips. She wouldn’t mind loosing her virginity again, not if it were going to Wolfram.*

*So when Wolfram’s hands run lower, she voices her consent with a soft groan and waits impatiently. Almost as soon as Wolfram touches, the girl’s fingers slide easier, wet. She feels so wet, and if she didn’t feel so good, she might think it was gross.*

*Despite the harsher sound and feel of Wolfram’s breath against her skin, the blond demon keeps her touch caressing, loving and adoring as an anatomy that she hasn’t even allowed herself to really think about subjects willingly to her fiancée’s attention. She whimpers again and sucks in a harsh breath that does nothing to cool her feverish state*

*Already trembling, a curious little press sends a shock through her body. She cries aloud, throwing her head back as her hands twist into the pillow above her head and then into the more satisfactory tangle of fair hair on her fiancée’s head.* More *she demands, having no problem with begging for it* Wolfram! *Her tongue flits over her lips and she squirms frustrated, fighting to spread her legs against the fabric of her jogging attire that keeps them restrained.*

You aren’t going to hurt me, do it more.

[goldenbishounen]

::The flesh under her fingers is slick in a way she hadn't expected, and so hot that she's almost surprised touching it doesn't burn her. The jolt that runs through Yuuri's body when she presses her fingers harder makes her jump, touch backing off a little at the same time Yuuri's hands twist in her hair.::

More

::Her eyes widen a little as Yuuri moves under her hand, fighting the tangle of fabric around her legs in order to spread them further apart. She shifts her stance a little, free hand moving to push the restraining cloth down past Yuuri's knees, as far as she can manage in the position she's in, Yuuri's hands still tangled tight in her hair.::

You aren't going to hurt me, do it more.

::Yuuri's cheeks are flushed and she can feel the heat that floods hers as well. The girl's tongue is swiping across her lips, and she can't help herself from chasing it. Her movement results in her being sprawled out beside Yuuri, lips pressed firmly against the other girl's, tongue sliding into a willing mouth.::

::Taking Yuuri's words as a command, her fingers slide and press again, circling the small, firmer spot she'd found with more pressure than before. Her touch is still careful, but her teeth catch Yuuri's lower lip more roughly than any kiss previous, and she whimpers and pushes her hips forward, one of her legs sliding over Yuuri's. The pressure of Yuuri's thigh between hers feels good, and she shifts against it, gasping softly against Yuuri's mouth. Her fingers twist, and before she realizes it, her exploration leads to one sliding inside Yuuri's body.::

::Stilling with an effort, the need pounding in her resisting her attempts to stop the movements of her hips, she pulls back enough to look Yuuri in the face. Tentatively, she curls her finger slightly inside Yuuri's body, pressing against the heat that surrounds it.::

[yuuri_maou]

*She wiggles a little once Wolfram has pushes her clothes down further, giving her more freedom to move, and turns her head to the side towards where she can feel Wolfram is only to have her fiancée dive into her open mouth, laying against her so that she can feel everything. Warm, pert little nubs rub against her skin, and they have the feel kind of like gumdrops in a strange sort of way. Playfully, she lets her fingers trail down Wolfram’s neck, over her collarbone, and down her chest to brush the tips of her fingers over one of her fiancee’s nipples.*

*’You’ve got great boobs’ is on the tip of her tongue, but she can imagine that Wolfram wouldn’t be thrilled to hear that, so she just giggles happily and curls her hand around the warm flesh, petting gently as she opens her mouth a little wider for her fiancee to ravage.*

*At the same time Wolfram’s curious, lazy exploration between her legs, especially at certain spots, makes her shiver and her skin jump like being shocked by something wonderful. And it’s an especially nice contrast to the almost urgent energy that Wolfram emits that’s like a heated glow that comes out of the girl’s skin. With the tender attention Wolfram is giving her.....girly parts, you’d think that Wolfram had forced all the lust out of her left hand and into the rest of her body in order to keep from accidentally doing anything that might hurt her. But either way, she loves it.*

*Her attention is split, trying to get Wolfram’s tongue back down her throat after the girl pulled back to breathe and trying to lift her hips a little to encourage Wolfram to go back up to that one place that feels really nice. And then, without warning, Wolfram’s gentle touch nudges things aside and she just kinda…slides inside. There is surprisingly little resistance from her body and for a moment she just lays there on her back, her legs spread apart and her pants tangled around her calves with Wolfram’s hand between her thighs.*

*Then time seems to snap back into place and her mouth drops open in surprise as her chest heaves up and down. She knew that Wolfram was playing around down there, but she hadn’t really expected Wolfram to stick anything up inside her! Her face floods with heat as her body fairly ignites and her hands slip from Wolfram’s hair to splay across the girl’s bare back as a stuttered cry is thrown into the heavy air.*

*She moves; squirms, wriggles, twists her hips in some complicated sort of pattern maybe, but tries to MOVE without much success or grace and pushes her leg up firmly between her fiancee’s. Trapped by a combination of Wolfram’s weight and her own clothes doesn’t aid her attempts to get the girl on top of her to move and with a frustrated groan she reaches down and grips Wolfram’s wrist.* Don’t be a tease *she begs breathlessly and pulls Wolfram’s hand back a little before pushing it forward again so the girl’s finger slides in up to the knuckle.* Wolfram, Wolfram.

[goldenbishounen]

::Yuuri's fingers sliding so carefully over her nipples makes her back arch, a high pleased sound driving across her tongue to get lost in the hot press of their mouths. The way Yuuri moves makes her wish there was a way to devour the other girl whole, tasting every bit of her all at once.::

::When Yuuri's mouth falls open and their lips part, she shifts, sliding slowly down Yuuri's body.::

Don't be a tease

::The words make her growl softly. Tongue and teeth trace roughly down the side of Yuuri's throat, lingering a moment over each shadowed hollow. Her lips skim down Yuuri's chest, following the gentle rise of one breast. A warm, damp swipe of her tongue passes over Yuuri's nipple.::

::At the same time, the strokes of her finger in and out of the almost scalding heat of Yuuri's body increase in tempo, and her thumb finds that firmer point again and circles over it hard and quick. She's filled with an urge to beg for something, but she isn't exactly sure what, and she moves so that she's on her knees, mouth still busy on Yuuri's breast, legs trembling slightly on each side of one of Yuuri's thighs. Her control is beginning to unravel, and desperate little sounds escape with each quick exhale of breath.::

Yuuri. Oh... ::Wanting more, she lets her upper body drop and pushes herself back up the length of Yuuri's torso, gasping against the softness of Yuuri's jaw. Her eyes are wide and fixed on her lovers face. Mine. The possesive thought rises, pushing aside everything else with a flaming desire to watch Yuuri's reaction to her every touch. She squirms on top of Yuuri, pressing her hips down and sliding a second finger into the welcoming, wet heat to join the first.::

[yuuri_maou]

*Moving her hips slightly in time to the touch in and out that’s driving her wild, she’s still bemoaning the lack of lips and tongue on her breast from the girl moving restlessly on top of her when there is a little more questing down there and then Wolfram eases a second finger into her body . Two doesn’t fit inside her quiet as easily as one did and she throws her head with back with a low groan as she feels her body adjust to the new width trusting into her.*

Wolfram.

*Her fiancee’s bare body feels amazingly good against hers, but the girl is far overdressed for this…is it sex? Oh well, it feels good, so it doesn’t matter, and she skims her hands down Wolfram’s sides until she finds the girl’s trousers. Taking the girl’s own chosen rhythm that pushes almost roughly now in and out of her, she latches onto the material and pulls on it in time. Her hands fiddle clumsily with the belt around Wolfram’s waist for a moment before it comes undone and she whips it off, throwing it over the side of the bed.*

*The trousers her fiancée wears are loose on her female body and after fighting with the fastenings on Wolfram’s clothes, she shoves her hand directly down the back of the girl’s pants, rubbing her fingertips over the soft material of the underwear that her pretty demon companion wears. Wolfram arches and presses her hips forward, forcing her weight heavier onto her.*

*It’s not too much different from when Wolfram climbed on top of her last time, but in a way she feels more exposed and vulnerable like this than she did when she and Wolfram were male and fooling around. Maybe it’s how Wolfram’s fingers move inside her like a pseudo penis, fucking her and making love to her in the same uneven breath. Or the fact that her guards stand right outside the door, probably listening while trying not to listen. Or it’s possibly just the fact that while she can feel Wolfram’s soft skin slide over hers, the girl’s hot, demanding little mouth cover her body like she’s some sort of sweet and pant damply against her neck, and can hear the soft groans and sighs, she can’t SEE the pleasure on her fiancee’s face. And she misses her fiancee’s face.*

*But her thoughts are shoved abruptly aside when Wolfram rubs that one spot again, making her gasp deeply and throw a leg around Wolfram’s waist, trying to hold on and pull the girl’s pants down at the same time.* Close *she whispers harshly* Ugh, Wolfram. Wolfram! Make me scream.

[goldenbishounen]

::She's anxious and hot and she can feel a quiver that seems to start somewhere deep inside of her and then expand out until every inch of her flesh feels like it's caught up in a slight tremor. She doesn't want to lose Yuuri's touch, but she's restless and can't help the movements that make her slide slowly down Yuuri's body.::

::A wriggle of her legs makes the overly large pants drop of her hips, and she kicks them aside before she slides over the edge of the bed, Yuuri's leg now wrapped around her shoulders. Her mouth drifts across the skin of Yuuri's inner thigh, tongue tracing a thin path across the surface that tastes faintly of salt and some lingering perfume she can't identify.::

::Her fingers continue to push into Yuuri, her tempo growing ragged for a moment as she shivers, her other hand cupped over damp curls. Slowly, the thumb of that hand slips down between folds of hot flesh, finding again that thicker nub that makes Yuuri's body buck under her touch. Taking a breath, not thinking, only following instinct born of the sounds that come from Yuuri's mouth and the way Yuuri's body shifts on the bed, she lowers her head. Rough curls tease at her nose, her cheeks, as her tongue finds the point her thumb has come to rest, and then maps the contours of the soft slickness beneath it. A twist, a flick, and she pulls back just a little to swallow, the taste tangy, almost sweet, on her tongue. She glances up briefly at Yuuri before closing the distance between them again, the hand that had guided her lifting, moving to skim over Yuuri's belly, feeling the muscles clenching under the skin.::