[ The moan catches her attention, and not simply because it feels good. Which it does. The subtle vibrations make her shiver in pleasure and absently she wishes she could hear it more clearly. Kylo lifts her head, forcing her eyes open to look down at him, and her head tilts to one side when she notices movement. Is he... oh. Oh, he is, isn't he?
Not interested, hmm? I think the maiden protests a little too much. She smirks to herself, aware now of the arousal in the air that isn't her own. It's tempting to say something, do something, but honestly what he's doing feels too good for her to want to make him stop in any way. Knowing he's turned on enough to need to touch himself gives her a rush that only intensifies what she's feeling.
A curse falls from her lips as her body quivers, getting close again, her head tipping back once more and eyes shutting to focus on sensation. She holds tight to his hair, her other hand gripping at the arm of the throne, half trying to brace herself against the impending release. Her breaths come quicker and her hips arch toward him, unable to stay still. It's not more than another minute or two before she gasps loudly, body tensing and then shuddering as her climax hits. The pleasure is just this side of pain and she savors every moment of it.
She sinks back against the throne as her body gradually stops twitching and shaking, breathing heavy. Her fingers release his hair but her hand lingers, somewhat absently stroking his hair. It's almost affectionate in the wake of her release. ]
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Not interested, hmm? I think the maiden protests a little too much. She smirks to herself, aware now of the arousal in the air that isn't her own. It's tempting to say something, do something, but honestly what he's doing feels too good for her to want to make him stop in any way. Knowing he's turned on enough to need to touch himself gives her a rush that only intensifies what she's feeling.
A curse falls from her lips as her body quivers, getting close again, her head tipping back once more and eyes shutting to focus on sensation. She holds tight to his hair, her other hand gripping at the arm of the throne, half trying to brace herself against the impending release. Her breaths come quicker and her hips arch toward him, unable to stay still. It's not more than another minute or two before she gasps loudly, body tensing and then shuddering as her climax hits. The pleasure is just this side of pain and she savors every moment of it.
She sinks back against the throne as her body gradually stops twitching and shaking, breathing heavy. Her fingers release his hair but her hand lingers, somewhat absently stroking his hair. It's almost affectionate in the wake of her release. ]