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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[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.::