[ It's funny how he forgets, each time, how dangerous Korra can get in her throes. The edge of her teeth against his fingers triggers a bright pain -- sharp and stinging. His breath catches on a ragged noise as he slips the digits loose, a streak of blood slicking them. In the dimness, pale teeth of light crawl around the base of his skull, shadowing the deep pits of his sockets. But the corner of his glossy mouth is tipped up in a dry smile. ]
You should come with a warning label.
[ Scratching, kneeing, biting, screaming. But at least he can deal with the latter. Before Korra tries to protest, he reaches into the dansu. Stuffs a wadded ball of something dry and ridgey into her mouth -- a strip of embroidered cloth. He doesn't give her time to spit it out. In the next breath, he's ducked back between her thighs. Both arms hook behind her knees to spread her wide open, and he holds her hips in place with his hands, exploring her in a way that is first delicate, then hungry. As his rhythm quickens, he sets to licking over and over, inexorably, at the one hot spot tucked away in his memory -- wet languid sweeps of tongue and hot suctioning lips, the pressure piling up to the point of being unbearable. ]
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Date: 2014-03-22 02:36 am (UTC)You should come with a warning label.
[ Scratching, kneeing, biting, screaming. But at least he can deal with the latter. Before Korra tries to protest, he reaches into the dansu. Stuffs a wadded ball of something dry and ridgey into her mouth -- a strip of embroidered cloth. He doesn't give her time to spit it out. In the next breath, he's ducked back between her thighs. Both arms hook behind her knees to spread her wide open, and he holds her hips in place with his hands, exploring her in a way that is first delicate, then hungry. As his rhythm quickens, he sets to licking over and over, inexorably, at the one hot spot tucked away in his memory -- wet languid sweeps of tongue and hot suctioning lips, the pressure piling up to the point of being unbearable. ]