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the arms of the ocean are carrying me
the arms of the ocean delivered me
[ text | voice | omen | action ]
the arms of the ocean are carrying me
the arms of the ocean delivered me
[ text | voice | omen | action ]
No, she's very real. She promised to help Sleepers after the ones from Deerington chose to free her. She's kind of like a mum to all Sleepers.
[ Best Moon Mom. Also, the mushrooms bit is going way over her head. ]
Oh, it's your weapon? You should meet my friend Ruby, she has a sniper-scythe called Crescent Rose. But of course, I'd love to see!
[ Best Moon Mom. Also, the mushrooms bit is going way over her head. ]
Oh, it's your weapon? You should meet my friend Ruby, she has a sniper-scythe called Crescent Rose. But of course, I'd love to see!
[ sweet summer child. how did that get passed you when your boyf is such a stoner? maybe that's why, though. another ordinary day, hahahaha. ]i... would like to hear more about this.
BUT ALSO A SNIPER-SCYTHE yes i very much want to meet this person. oh. let me show you Lady!!!
[ Wait for it, he's sending a vidja. Gotta show the Lady off, you know? Though there's not... people around him but some electronics went flying. ahahhaa. woops? ]
BUT ALSO A SNIPER-SCYTHE yes i very much want to meet this person. oh. let me show you Lady!!!
[ Wait for it, he's sending a vidja. Gotta show the Lady off, you know? Though there's not... people around him but some electronics went flying. ahahhaa. woops? ]
[ Luna only really knows about The Weed, and that's Peter's drug of choice. And she certainly doesn't partake enough to know the.... uh, range of that particular recreation. ]
I know a lot about Moon Presence, so I can essentially explain a lot. The only problem with that is that is that people tend to get a bit fed up. [ She could go on for a long, long, looong time. ] Perhaps it's easier just to answer any questions.
[ That way she doesn't overwhelm him with information. ]
I can definitely introduce you! [ Also, ohโ okay, that's impressive (and incredibly violent). ]
Oh, electricity! It looks like it charges and lets off some kind of electronic.... pulse...? How clever! It definitely seems like something more seen in Ruby's world compared to mine. I mean, we don't even use electricity for a start.
I know a lot about Moon Presence, so I can essentially explain a lot. The only problem with that is that is that people tend to get a bit fed up. [ She could go on for a long, long, looong time. ] Perhaps it's easier just to answer any questions.
[ That way she doesn't overwhelm him with information. ]
I can definitely introduce you! [ Also, ohโ okay, that's impressive (and incredibly violent). ]
Oh, electricity! It looks like it charges and lets off some kind of electronic.... pulse...? How clever! It definitely seems like something more seen in Ruby's world compared to mine. I mean, we don't even use electricity for a start.
( Sorry girlfriend, but there is absolutely no way he could keep his hands off of you right now.... Truly, Peter isn't even meaning for it to be distracting, or thinking that maybe he should.... not, not right now when Luna is trying to focus......
But there is a moment when he pauses, heart giving a rapid series of beats in his chest when Luna looks down at him again, following his hesitation and realising the source of it โ one of his hands still close to his mouth while the other stays still against her thigh for a moment. He's about to shyly laugh again when he feels her hand move, thumb brushing against him like that, making things feel a bit cool and wet against his very sensitive skin, and Peter's drawing in another soft, shuddery little sound, any hint of laughter stolen away very quickly, along with most of his capability to breathe.
Luna's next words certainly don't help him catch his breath any more easily (not that he's complaining in the least.)
'And besides, it's... not just boys that getโ well, messy when they're aroused.'
Peter blinks softly a few times, words catching in his throat as he gives another soft sound. Oh that is terribly unfair (again, he's absolutely not complaining), and he's swallowing hard for a moment. He... does know the surface facts of everything, but there's not been direct experience with it โ which has, of course, left many things to the imagination, and Peter is now flushing deeply all over again with a kind of shy, awkward...... and pleased little smile on his face. Yes, he is... thinking about it right now.
But after a few moments, something sobers within him again, and with it, a quiet confidence that keeps blooming. Although all of this is so new and makes him so shy, it's... an honesty between them, and hearing Luna say what she does..... It does make him feel more confident in himself. Bold. Slowly, the boy lets both his hands return to their position at her thighs, keeping them still for a long moment before he very gently brushes his thumbs inwards a little bit more, smoothing them over the girl's legs and back, up close to the sides of her hipbone and then back down again, over and over. His fingers stay in place, spread out over her soft skin, while just his thumbs move up and down like that. )
When I think about you doing this, it's..... different ways. Sometimes slow. Sometimes faster. Sometimes gentle..... and sometimes not. ( His shy smile quirks a little through the husk of his voice, eyes catching hers with his own mischevious little glint. Yes, the implication of that is that he's thought about this many times, in many different ways.... )
I like slow right now.... so that it'll last for a long time. So I can feel everything. Feel you. And watch you.
( Peter's fingers continue to rub gently against Luna's thighs, slow, measured, and he begins to find something of a rhythm to it, even if it's very slow. One that matches the strokes of her hand, and his hips gently push against her again, slow but hungry. He gives a soft laugh that almost sounds more like a pleased sigh, eyes dark and wanting and fixed right on the girl. Part of this certainly is getting to watch Luna do what she's doing. )
You are..... unbelievably hot. I'm kind of worried I might not even be able to last long, honestly.
( Look, he'll be honest in return.... even if it's said with another soft little sound of amusement. But damn she is Everything, and his body is only continuing to react, the pulse of his heartbeat practically tangible up under his skin, and he can feel that his arousal's more now, everything hard and tight and aching in a dull, pleasant way. Peter's giving soft little pants here and there, soft sighs under his breath, and he gives his hips another yearning nudge to meet her strokes against him as he adds on, eyes half-lidded and taking her in just as hungrily as the rest of him isโ )
I could watch you all day. Doing this to me.... or doing other things to yourself.
( .....He isn't trying to fluster her, but that smile he's wearing is just slightly a little bit evil. Just a little bit teasing..... Maybe he does want to see what her face will look like at that. )
But there is a moment when he pauses, heart giving a rapid series of beats in his chest when Luna looks down at him again, following his hesitation and realising the source of it โ one of his hands still close to his mouth while the other stays still against her thigh for a moment. He's about to shyly laugh again when he feels her hand move, thumb brushing against him like that, making things feel a bit cool and wet against his very sensitive skin, and Peter's drawing in another soft, shuddery little sound, any hint of laughter stolen away very quickly, along with most of his capability to breathe.
Luna's next words certainly don't help him catch his breath any more easily (not that he's complaining in the least.)
'And besides, it's... not just boys that getโ well, messy when they're aroused.'
Peter blinks softly a few times, words catching in his throat as he gives another soft sound. Oh that is terribly unfair (again, he's absolutely not complaining), and he's swallowing hard for a moment. He... does know the surface facts of everything, but there's not been direct experience with it โ which has, of course, left many things to the imagination, and Peter is now flushing deeply all over again with a kind of shy, awkward...... and pleased little smile on his face. Yes, he is... thinking about it right now.
But after a few moments, something sobers within him again, and with it, a quiet confidence that keeps blooming. Although all of this is so new and makes him so shy, it's... an honesty between them, and hearing Luna say what she does..... It does make him feel more confident in himself. Bold. Slowly, the boy lets both his hands return to their position at her thighs, keeping them still for a long moment before he very gently brushes his thumbs inwards a little bit more, smoothing them over the girl's legs and back, up close to the sides of her hipbone and then back down again, over and over. His fingers stay in place, spread out over her soft skin, while just his thumbs move up and down like that. )
When I think about you doing this, it's..... different ways. Sometimes slow. Sometimes faster. Sometimes gentle..... and sometimes not. ( His shy smile quirks a little through the husk of his voice, eyes catching hers with his own mischevious little glint. Yes, the implication of that is that he's thought about this many times, in many different ways.... )
I like slow right now.... so that it'll last for a long time. So I can feel everything. Feel you. And watch you.
( Peter's fingers continue to rub gently against Luna's thighs, slow, measured, and he begins to find something of a rhythm to it, even if it's very slow. One that matches the strokes of her hand, and his hips gently push against her again, slow but hungry. He gives a soft laugh that almost sounds more like a pleased sigh, eyes dark and wanting and fixed right on the girl. Part of this certainly is getting to watch Luna do what she's doing. )
You are..... unbelievably hot. I'm kind of worried I might not even be able to last long, honestly.
( Look, he'll be honest in return.... even if it's said with another soft little sound of amusement. But damn she is Everything, and his body is only continuing to react, the pulse of his heartbeat practically tangible up under his skin, and he can feel that his arousal's more now, everything hard and tight and aching in a dull, pleasant way. Peter's giving soft little pants here and there, soft sighs under his breath, and he gives his hips another yearning nudge to meet her strokes against him as he adds on, eyes half-lidded and taking her in just as hungrily as the rest of him isโ )
I could watch you all day. Doing this to me.... or doing other things to yourself.
( .....He isn't trying to fluster her, but that smile he's wearing is just slightly a little bit evil. Just a little bit teasing..... Maybe he does want to see what her face will look like at that. )
you will be surprised to find out that generally speaking i kind of enjoy just hearing someone pop off about a topic i might be interested in. besides, if i had a specific question i would've asked already. the way i see it, i get to learn a bunch of shit i might not have thought asking about and you get to be passionate and excited about something you love. win/win, right?
THIS SAID, PLEASE DO INTRODUCE US!!! uh to your friend not the sky octopus.
DING DING DING. correct, it does emit an electrical pulse! a bit like a taser, but it also interfered with nearby tech. my Lady's got all sorts of tricks up her sleeve ;)
THIS SAID, PLEASE DO INTRODUCE US!!! uh to your friend not the sky octopus.
DING DING DING. correct, it does emit an electrical pulse! a bit like a taser, but it also interfered with nearby tech. my Lady's got all sorts of tricks up her sleeve ;)
Well, if you're sure you don't mind. There's quite a lot to know.
[ There's going to be the longest pause ever. She is Writing. ]
So, Moon Presence is one of the most powerful Pthumerians of this world next to Mariana. Her domain is the skies and space. The form you see in the skies is her 'true' form, but she has another that looks more like a human does that Sleepers knew her more by when she was known as Cynthia Sodder. Both Moon Presence and Cynthia are both valid names for her, depending on how she looks when you see her.
Essentially, she's the daughter of the Pthumerian Queen and Mother Superior. She was born and raised due to a vision the Pthumerian Queen had of creating a union between her daughter and a human โ to create a powerful half-Pthumerian, half-human being. They travelled to the human world to make this happen. This was the fate her mothers designed for her. Her birth made the lands flourish, helping in creating a town known as Deerington. Cynthia, as she was known as then, loved music and had magic that helped life grow, especially plants. She loved humans and their humanity wholeheartedly. It's no surprise she ended up falling in love and marrying a human. They had a daughter together, Julia.
Motherhood is something that comes very naturally to Pthumerians, probably in ways deeper than even we can understand. Cynthia was a good mother, she was Julia's advocate and protector. She tried her best to make Julia feel comfortable with herself, that she wasn't the monster that others thought her to be. But Julia was a little girl who was in two worlds and neither all at once. She struggled with powers that came so naturally to Cynthia, and things started going wrong. Julia was warping reality, accidentally pulling in monsters and people, bringing fictional characters to life. The townsfolk of Deerington revolted against the Sodders, there was absolute chaos, Deerington burned, and the last resort was to put Julia into a coma to try and stop her powers.
But with that, Julia dreamed up a new world. The Dream of Deerington, where more and more Sleepers began to be pulled in, a world protected by Guardians โ constructs based from people in Julia's life: her mother, her father, her grandmother, Ramona Derwin, The Dogkeeper (Doug, we call him), Julia herself, and then the Sleepers of Deerington themselves. Cynthia died somewhere in that time, but being such a good mother meant Julia idolised her. Cynthia's Pthumerian soul ended up being trapped within the Dream. It ended up becoming her nightmare. She was neither alive nor dead. She couldn't help Julia, and remained stuck in a weakened state.
She was able to help Sleepers in Deerington, as much as she possibly could. She was part of the reason why death wasn't permanent for Sleepers. She tried to guide and protect us as best she could. But she was tormented by the fact she couldn't help her daughter, nor could she truly help the Sleepers. She was so connected to all of us, but existed as if from behind a glass wall, often powerless to do much.
When the Dream began to slowly collapse, thanks to Mother Superior's meddling (Yes, she was still around. And while she showed sympathy to humanity, she detested Sleepers because she believed they weren't 'real' and only Julia's constructs). Sleepers were given a choice over the fates of the other Guardians. Cynthia, who had tried her best to help us, begged Sleepers to kill her so that she could be reborn, freed from her state of neither life nor death. The thing was is that although motherhood was so important to her, she was so much more than that. She swore to the Old Gods that she would do everything in her power to help us in the new world.
So we did. We Sacrificed her. She was reborn. The first thing she did was help us defeat Mother Superior to ensure that when her mother would be reborn, it wouldn't be in a way that would spell the end for us Sleepers. She then helped guide us to the Waking World, and even now she still helps us. She's rescued us from danger. She creates Moon Essence and Moon Drops, which help cure Corruption and Beasthood. She creates Lunar Flowers, which help ease Corruption. She's the one who created Lunar Orbs so we can have power. She helps us, and she sees us as her children even the ones who didn't come from the Dream.
But most importantly, she gets to be herself. She gets her own life outside of what her mothers designed for her, outside of being nothing but an idolised version of motherhood her child created for her.
[ There's going to be the longest pause ever. She is Writing. ]
So, Moon Presence is one of the most powerful Pthumerians of this world next to Mariana. Her domain is the skies and space. The form you see in the skies is her 'true' form, but she has another that looks more like a human does that Sleepers knew her more by when she was known as Cynthia Sodder. Both Moon Presence and Cynthia are both valid names for her, depending on how she looks when you see her.
Essentially, she's the daughter of the Pthumerian Queen and Mother Superior. She was born and raised due to a vision the Pthumerian Queen had of creating a union between her daughter and a human โ to create a powerful half-Pthumerian, half-human being. They travelled to the human world to make this happen. This was the fate her mothers designed for her. Her birth made the lands flourish, helping in creating a town known as Deerington. Cynthia, as she was known as then, loved music and had magic that helped life grow, especially plants. She loved humans and their humanity wholeheartedly. It's no surprise she ended up falling in love and marrying a human. They had a daughter together, Julia.
Motherhood is something that comes very naturally to Pthumerians, probably in ways deeper than even we can understand. Cynthia was a good mother, she was Julia's advocate and protector. She tried her best to make Julia feel comfortable with herself, that she wasn't the monster that others thought her to be. But Julia was a little girl who was in two worlds and neither all at once. She struggled with powers that came so naturally to Cynthia, and things started going wrong. Julia was warping reality, accidentally pulling in monsters and people, bringing fictional characters to life. The townsfolk of Deerington revolted against the Sodders, there was absolute chaos, Deerington burned, and the last resort was to put Julia into a coma to try and stop her powers.
But with that, Julia dreamed up a new world. The Dream of Deerington, where more and more Sleepers began to be pulled in, a world protected by Guardians โ constructs based from people in Julia's life: her mother, her father, her grandmother, Ramona Derwin, The Dogkeeper (Doug, we call him), Julia herself, and then the Sleepers of Deerington themselves. Cynthia died somewhere in that time, but being such a good mother meant Julia idolised her. Cynthia's Pthumerian soul ended up being trapped within the Dream. It ended up becoming her nightmare. She was neither alive nor dead. She couldn't help Julia, and remained stuck in a weakened state.
She was able to help Sleepers in Deerington, as much as she possibly could. She was part of the reason why death wasn't permanent for Sleepers. She tried to guide and protect us as best she could. But she was tormented by the fact she couldn't help her daughter, nor could she truly help the Sleepers. She was so connected to all of us, but existed as if from behind a glass wall, often powerless to do much.
When the Dream began to slowly collapse, thanks to Mother Superior's meddling (Yes, she was still around. And while she showed sympathy to humanity, she detested Sleepers because she believed they weren't 'real' and only Julia's constructs). Sleepers were given a choice over the fates of the other Guardians. Cynthia, who had tried her best to help us, begged Sleepers to kill her so that she could be reborn, freed from her state of neither life nor death. The thing was is that although motherhood was so important to her, she was so much more than that. She swore to the Old Gods that she would do everything in her power to help us in the new world.
So we did. We Sacrificed her. She was reborn. The first thing she did was help us defeat Mother Superior to ensure that when her mother would be reborn, it wouldn't be in a way that would spell the end for us Sleepers. She then helped guide us to the Waking World, and even now she still helps us. She's rescued us from danger. She creates Moon Essence and Moon Drops, which help cure Corruption and Beasthood. She creates Lunar Flowers, which help ease Corruption. She's the one who created Lunar Orbs so we can have power. She helps us, and she sees us as her children even the ones who didn't come from the Dream.
But most importantly, she gets to be herself. She gets her own life outside of what her mothers designed for her, outside of being nothing but an idolised version of motherhood her child created for her.
I did warn you.
Oh, how fascinating! Magic does that when it's around electricity, makes all the lights flicker. Not so much here since I think energy is technically classed as magical anyways, but it has happened sometimes.
[ Usually when said magic is... a bit more unstable. Oops. ]
Oh, how fascinating! Magic does that when it's around electricity, makes all the lights flicker. Not so much here since I think energy is technically classed as magical anyways, but it has happened sometimes.
[ Usually when said magic is... a bit more unstable. Oops. ]
Edited 2023-06-12 14:28 (UTC)
[ It's fine. Absolutely fine. She'll suffer this torment. This torment that feels very nice as his own hands slowly start to match her rhythm, the soft strokes of his thumbs tracing over her thighs and hips. Her body shifts without meaning to: a long and slow roll of her hips, almost cat-like, languid. Another shaky exhale of a moan, eyes closing briefly as she tries to gently rock against him. She keeps the pace, slow and steady โ thumb brushing once more every so often to massage that wetness against him as she waits for an answer.
And she's instantly pleased by what she hears. Her eyebrows raise in dreamy questioning, mischief in her own expression. Oh, he has thought about this quite a lot, hasn't he? She likes that, in a very specific way. To know how much he's been thinking about this, about her doing this to him. There's a soft sound, some kind of gleeful thrill in her with that. ]
... I suppose you don't have to just rely solely on your imagination anymore. [ Luna brushes a brief kiss against his mouth, almost as if in thanks for the answer. There's a playful smile, a bubble of humour in her throat. Well, not with this particular thing, at least. And... neither will she for that matter, either. ]
That's alright if you can't. [ Last long, she means. She doesn't mind. ] I just want to make sure you're enjoying it, that's the main thing.
[ It's said in earnest. That's probably the most important thing, that he does enjoy this โ for how ever long he does last. And of course Luna can tell there's enjoyment from it with how his body reacts to her touch, but it's important to say it aloud, too. And well, this is the first time they're doing something like this. So it's alright if it doesn't last very long. It's all... quite a lot, isn't it? Or so she thinks. And then... maybe they can try this again another day, too. Maybe in... the other ways he mentioned. She's reminded of last year, how he'd had her pinned to the wall: the frenzied, heated kisses between them before he'd needed to pull away. He'd been waiting very patiently for kisses after bringing her all that fruit for her. She thinks maybe he's thinking something along those lines, that kind of energy.
There's not much time to dwell on it further. She's momentarily floored by what he says next. There's a little sound, some half-vocalised sound of surprise as she stares at him with wide eyes: I could watch you all day. Doing this to me.... or doing other things to yourself. She's flustered. She's very flustered, and so open in that feeling. Those are absolutely words that just came out of his mouth and she's flustered by them. Her mouth opening and then promptly closing, cheeks burning.
It certainly isn't an unpleasant thing, even if the little whine she next utters sounds almost pitiful, uttering his name under her breath. Oh, well that's not fair, is it? Well, she probably deserves it after what she'd said to him. And she's not really complaining, either. But it takes her a few long moments to try and find words. He'd like to watch her doing things to herself. How does one form words properly after hearing that? He's broken her a bit with that, just a little bit. In a very good way. ]
Wellโ [ She swallows thickly, uttering a soft sound of amusement. Her voice has risen in pitch a little, and somewhat hushed in reply. ] I do like the sound of that.
[ She does, very much so. And she very much enjoys this boldness from him, just as much as she does every other time he's like this. The teasing, the smiles, the hunger in him. How he seems to come alive even more with it. How she gets to see him at his most comfortable, enough to let the confidence in him blossom. It's quite a magical thing, she thinks. And in turn, she's emboldened by it, too. As if those words are a sort of encouragement for her to be bold in her own way. He wants to see her, watch her. Luna considers for a long moment, lips pursing briefly as she looks down between them, to what she's doing, then back up once more to meet that half-lidded, hungry gaze of his. ]
And.. I mean, it... [ Her head tilts to one side lazily. There's an idea behind her eyes, a faint glimmer of it. She sounds a little breathless. ] it only seems fair I give you a... demonstration, given that I technically have practiced already. So... maybe I could do that for you, at some point.
[ She bites down on her lip, the tiniest buzz of nervousness about her. This is forward, even for her โ as honest and forward as she can often be. But even with that nervousness, there's so much want in her too. Want for him, for more, for what might come in the future. Her free hand moves slowly, down from where she's rested it to down in between them. Her breath hitches in her throat as she slowly draws it closer towards herself, gazing down at him with a soft, glossy look as it moves up between her legs, fingers brushing against the insides of her thighs. The fabric of her dress shifts with it, pulling back slightly as her fingers slowly meet her middle there โ not actively touching but simply resting against herself. But even then, with her current state of being both aroused and flustered, it's enough to let her gasp shakily โ that slight pressure of her hand held against herself.
Still, there's her own smile curling at the corners of her mouth soon after. Something quietly wicked. Even still, she hasn't stopped what her other hand's doing with him. Touching him like that with her other hand lightly pressed against herself, between her legs. Because he's not the only one who can tease. And it seems very imperative to help fuel that... very active imagination of his. It would be a shame not to, wouldn't it? ]
So you... might have an idea of what I might like.
And she's instantly pleased by what she hears. Her eyebrows raise in dreamy questioning, mischief in her own expression. Oh, he has thought about this quite a lot, hasn't he? She likes that, in a very specific way. To know how much he's been thinking about this, about her doing this to him. There's a soft sound, some kind of gleeful thrill in her with that. ]
... I suppose you don't have to just rely solely on your imagination anymore. [ Luna brushes a brief kiss against his mouth, almost as if in thanks for the answer. There's a playful smile, a bubble of humour in her throat. Well, not with this particular thing, at least. And... neither will she for that matter, either. ]
That's alright if you can't. [ Last long, she means. She doesn't mind. ] I just want to make sure you're enjoying it, that's the main thing.
[ It's said in earnest. That's probably the most important thing, that he does enjoy this โ for how ever long he does last. And of course Luna can tell there's enjoyment from it with how his body reacts to her touch, but it's important to say it aloud, too. And well, this is the first time they're doing something like this. So it's alright if it doesn't last very long. It's all... quite a lot, isn't it? Or so she thinks. And then... maybe they can try this again another day, too. Maybe in... the other ways he mentioned. She's reminded of last year, how he'd had her pinned to the wall: the frenzied, heated kisses between them before he'd needed to pull away. He'd been waiting very patiently for kisses after bringing her all that fruit for her. She thinks maybe he's thinking something along those lines, that kind of energy.
There's not much time to dwell on it further. She's momentarily floored by what he says next. There's a little sound, some half-vocalised sound of surprise as she stares at him with wide eyes: I could watch you all day. Doing this to me.... or doing other things to yourself. She's flustered. She's very flustered, and so open in that feeling. Those are absolutely words that just came out of his mouth and she's flustered by them. Her mouth opening and then promptly closing, cheeks burning.
It certainly isn't an unpleasant thing, even if the little whine she next utters sounds almost pitiful, uttering his name under her breath. Oh, well that's not fair, is it? Well, she probably deserves it after what she'd said to him. And she's not really complaining, either. But it takes her a few long moments to try and find words. He'd like to watch her doing things to herself. How does one form words properly after hearing that? He's broken her a bit with that, just a little bit. In a very good way. ]
Wellโ [ She swallows thickly, uttering a soft sound of amusement. Her voice has risen in pitch a little, and somewhat hushed in reply. ] I do like the sound of that.
[ She does, very much so. And she very much enjoys this boldness from him, just as much as she does every other time he's like this. The teasing, the smiles, the hunger in him. How he seems to come alive even more with it. How she gets to see him at his most comfortable, enough to let the confidence in him blossom. It's quite a magical thing, she thinks. And in turn, she's emboldened by it, too. As if those words are a sort of encouragement for her to be bold in her own way. He wants to see her, watch her. Luna considers for a long moment, lips pursing briefly as she looks down between them, to what she's doing, then back up once more to meet that half-lidded, hungry gaze of his. ]
And.. I mean, it... [ Her head tilts to one side lazily. There's an idea behind her eyes, a faint glimmer of it. She sounds a little breathless. ] it only seems fair I give you a... demonstration, given that I technically have practiced already. So... maybe I could do that for you, at some point.
[ She bites down on her lip, the tiniest buzz of nervousness about her. This is forward, even for her โ as honest and forward as she can often be. But even with that nervousness, there's so much want in her too. Want for him, for more, for what might come in the future. Her free hand moves slowly, down from where she's rested it to down in between them. Her breath hitches in her throat as she slowly draws it closer towards herself, gazing down at him with a soft, glossy look as it moves up between her legs, fingers brushing against the insides of her thighs. The fabric of her dress shifts with it, pulling back slightly as her fingers slowly meet her middle there โ not actively touching but simply resting against herself. But even then, with her current state of being both aroused and flustered, it's enough to let her gasp shakily โ that slight pressure of her hand held against herself.
Still, there's her own smile curling at the corners of her mouth soon after. Something quietly wicked. Even still, she hasn't stopped what her other hand's doing with him. Touching him like that with her other hand lightly pressed against herself, between her legs. Because he's not the only one who can tease. And it seems very imperative to help fuel that... very active imagination of his. It would be a shame not to, wouldn't it? ]
So you... might have an idea of what I might like.
[ That is... a lot. But the internal nerd in him actually loved reading it. Kind of hard to digest that all this was real although having been here for a little while now it was... a bit easier. ] I'm glad she's free and gets to be herself, now. So... question, I think I understand how dreamers got here but... how did we? I mean, me? I wasn't part of the dream.
I haven't tried to see if that translates yet, i mean if electricity is magic and she is still working... which is a little weird, I just didn't question it tbh... maybe Lady is magical now? Hah!
I haven't tried to see if that translates yet, i mean if electricity is magic and she is still working... which is a little weird, I just didn't question it tbh... maybe Lady is magical now? Hah!
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