[ The warm rush of his slick against her lips sees her hum deep and contented. While the woman knows them saying 'goddess' is like her version of 'kami,' it still rings nicely in her ears. Goddess, he says, in fervent reverence of the work she's doing with her tongue. What better compliment could there be?
For all his pleading though, she doesn't let up. Each stroke of her fingers inside him and suckle against sensitive skin is planned purposefully to overstimulate his no doubt aching clit and draw more delicious sounds from him. Rose glances up with an edge to her gaze that's unmistakable; she will stop once he absolutely needs to but until then...
If he wants to see just how much he can take, he's come to exactly the right place. ]
[Caspar said he was going to see how much he could take, and he is sticking to that, dammit - so he's determined not to tap out yet.
His body has other ideas, of course, but that's why Rosie thought ahead and put some restraints on him. However much he may reflexively squirm and struggle - and he is certainly doing those things - there's no getting away unless he actually says he has to, which he doesn't intend to do.
In fact, as if to ward off any temptation to call for a reprieve too early, he squeezes his eyes shut and clamps his mouth into a thin line, limiting the sounds pouring from him down to whimpers and sharp breaths through his nose.]
[ Restraints of her own vines, no less. They won't yield until she tells them to. While Caspar might have incredible strength, she can re-grow and grip him back just as fast as she needs to if he does manage to break the bond.
Oh, he's really trying. It's adorably endearing. Despite the way he wriggles against her vines and whimpers, he isn't giving in just yet. Good. She had expected no less from him. She won't let up until he's absolutely sure but can't help the way she giggles lightly against his sex.
Then, she gives an approving hum before continuing the ministrations of her tongue. The quick, pointed thrust and stroke of her fingers. Rosie will refuse to let up until he is well and truly pushed to his limits. ]
[Just that giggle and hum against him makes Caspar shudder - and the way she returns to focusing on her tongue and fingers, that relentless stimulation, building up that heat in his belly again.
It might take a few more minutes for that heat to crawl back to a tipping point, sending embers running down to his fingers and toes - right up until he comes again, crying out despite his efforts to keep his mouth closed. No words this time - not coherent ones, anyway.]
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For all his pleading though, she doesn't let up. Each stroke of her fingers inside him and suckle against sensitive skin is planned purposefully to overstimulate his no doubt aching clit and draw more delicious sounds from him. Rose glances up with an edge to her gaze that's unmistakable; she will stop once he absolutely needs to but until then...
If he wants to see just how much he can take, he's come to exactly the right place. ]
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His body has other ideas, of course, but that's why Rosie thought ahead and put some restraints on him. However much he may reflexively squirm and struggle - and he is certainly doing those things - there's no getting away unless he actually says he has to, which he doesn't intend to do.
In fact, as if to ward off any temptation to call for a reprieve too early, he squeezes his eyes shut and clamps his mouth into a thin line, limiting the sounds pouring from him down to whimpers and sharp breaths through his nose.]
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Oh, he's really trying. It's adorably endearing. Despite the way he wriggles against her vines and whimpers, he isn't giving in just yet. Good. She had expected no less from him. She won't let up until he's absolutely sure but can't help the way she giggles lightly against his sex.
Then, she gives an approving hum before continuing the ministrations of her tongue. The quick, pointed thrust and stroke of her fingers. Rosie will refuse to let up until he is well and truly pushed to his limits. ]
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It might take a few more minutes for that heat to crawl back to a tipping point, sending embers running down to his fingers and toes - right up until he comes again, crying out despite his efforts to keep his mouth closed. No words this time - not coherent ones, anyway.]