— 𝑽𝑬𝑳𝑽𝑬𝑻 𝑫𝑹𝑬𝑨𝑴𝑺.

teeth filed into fangs, so that when the night comes and the moon climbs high, i can devour him.

the punishment should be far worse than hammers

when a man opens his mouth this is how i feel

in this new secrecy and confine, bigger hands seek to pull her priestess closer. resting thighs are moved to further dip onto her figure and the chair. the kiss is returned with need – feasting upon her taste. ....

⠀ ⠀ ⠀ nothing but pure joy. it's not often she meets someone of equal power. ⠀ ⠀ ⠀

not a second to waste – the lioness takes it as an invitation, pulling faces to meet – lips to chase after every centimetre of lustrous fine skin on Drolta’s face. leaving a wake of her love above it all.

( SNRK . the tiniest of squeals , eyes fluttering . laying their head on the other's shoulder . hands gripping her clothes . they're in heaven . )