[ Her scream makes Hei's breath rattle in his chest -- a wing-beat thumping rhythm. He stays with her through her climax, feeding on her helpless convulsions, her thighs taut and trembling against the bonds, watching with unblinking eyes as her body unravels into relaxation. His dick has been tormented to a blood-rouged fullness, and rolls hotly near the damp skin of his abs. Dropping one hand, he manhandles it with an unweildly sharpness, thumb squeezing the notched ache at the head, forcing the pressure to subside in dizzying stages. ]
[ Idly, his gaze drifts across Korra's replete body, the sweat-lank hair and flush-sheened skin, the tears trickling at the corners of her eyes. A picture of debauched satiation, a weakness that seems to have nothing to do with the tremors in her limbs or her sweet glow of exhaustion. ]
[ Hei waits until her pulse has slowed, her breaths coming long and low. Cupping a hand around her kneecaps, he runs his palms up her thighs, spreading them wide. Then he starts again. Lightly, delicately, he works her seeping, sensitive flesh. Takes great care not to over-stimulate or abrade; it wouldn't do to have raw nerves reduce her eagerness or add unneeded pain to the stimulation. Lapping at her entrance with the flat of his tongue, over and over, before flicking the tip across the swollen bead of her clit. Letting her feel the swollen juiciness of her own flesh, but not hurrying to fall into any particular rhythm -- or at least any that isn't his own. ]
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Date: 2015-04-05 04:28 am (UTC)[ Idly, his gaze drifts across Korra's replete body, the sweat-lank hair and flush-sheened skin, the tears trickling at the corners of her eyes. A picture of debauched satiation, a weakness that seems to have nothing to do with the tremors in her limbs or her sweet glow of exhaustion. ]
[ Hei waits until her pulse has slowed, her breaths coming long and low. Cupping a hand around her kneecaps, he runs his palms up her thighs, spreading them wide. Then he starts again. Lightly, delicately, he works her seeping, sensitive flesh. Takes great care not to over-stimulate or abrade; it wouldn't do to have raw nerves reduce her eagerness or add unneeded pain to the stimulation. Lapping at her entrance with the flat of his tongue, over and over, before flicking the tip across the swollen bead of her clit. Letting her feel the swollen juiciness of her own flesh, but not hurrying to fall into any particular rhythm -- or at least any that isn't his own. ]