A-ah, my sweet and gentle knight, then. M-maybe I'll get you the shining armor for next time, to complete the look.
[Her words caught in her throat for a moment, his fingers and the roughness of his voice in her ear leave her sucking hard on her bottom lip. With the way he works her open, all she has the strength to do is lay against him, kept upright by his embrace and the leash wrapped around her hand. A nervous laugh slips from her as her thighs shudder, it was so hard to focus when she could feel how hot and hard he was even as the stretch to fit his fingers made her hips rock to meet them.]
Your fingers feel so good, Basch. They feel so big, I...I... ah—!
[The bite catches her by surprise and she arches, almost sobbing his name. The leash yanks taut and the hand on the back of his neck grips tight as Aerith tries to pull him closer, unable to escape his fingers or the way her body fights her. She's always kept herself quiet when her emotions were high, forcing herself to mask anything that wasnt her laughter. To hide any kind of weakness.
But Basch held her, his mouth at her throat made her moan, safe and secure in his arms even as her knees tried to clap shut as his fingers and mouth dragged her closer to the edge. She never cried in front of others, tried to mask any pain, always afraid someone would see and use it against her, but Basch was safe, and the weakness he punished only had her pressing harder into him, her body chasing the feeling.
So for the first time Aerith didn't bite down on the noises she made, didn't take the leash between her teeth to stifle her cries. Instead she sobbed his name, clinging to him as she came hard enough to slump against him when the tremors finally eased.]
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[Her words caught in her throat for a moment, his fingers and the roughness of his voice in her ear leave her sucking hard on her bottom lip. With the way he works her open, all she has the strength to do is lay against him, kept upright by his embrace and the leash wrapped around her hand. A nervous laugh slips from her as her thighs shudder, it was so hard to focus when she could feel how hot and hard he was even as the stretch to fit his fingers made her hips rock to meet them.]
Your fingers feel so good, Basch. They feel so big, I...I... ah—!
[The bite catches her by surprise and she arches, almost sobbing his name. The leash yanks taut and the hand on the back of his neck grips tight as Aerith tries to pull him closer, unable to escape his fingers or the way her body fights her. She's always kept herself quiet when her emotions were high, forcing herself to mask anything that wasnt her laughter. To hide any kind of weakness.
But Basch held her, his mouth at her throat made her moan, safe and secure in his arms even as her knees tried to clap shut as his fingers and mouth dragged her closer to the edge. She never cried in front of others, tried to mask any pain, always afraid someone would see and use it against her, but Basch was safe, and the weakness he punished only had her pressing harder into him, her body chasing the feeling.
So for the first time Aerith didn't bite down on the noises she made, didn't take the leash between her teeth to stifle her cries. Instead she sobbed his name, clinging to him as she came hard enough to slump against him when the tremors finally eased.]