[ if the zipper cuts her, makes her bleed - well, Nero will make him lick it off. push his head down between her legs and clean the mess he's made of her. she shakes under the jutting of his hips. gasps for air as the space between them closes, and fills with his hot breath.
why does he hide himself away under cloaks and sweaters? her hands enjoy the feeling of his skin, the subtle scars that spirit form has never healed. tight muscles in his shoulders that speak to skill with a longbow even when he now prefers a crossbow, that she never gets a grip on no matter where she tries to hold. pale skin with so few freckles that she thinks she could kiss them off if she tries. and will. moving against and around his chest. lips never in one place for very long. his tongue cutting with how it startles her hand. fingers squeeze down on and around his.
by gods this boy of hers is dense. here, she is being coy, poetic, charmingly subtle, and Robin still hasn't understood that Nero's offering to suck hie dick.
but better results. Nero's hand won't relax now that it has more space. tightens, as she hitches and forgets to inhale. just as she remembered it, long and startlingly thick. and it's mighty brave of him to flip them over, with the way the full strength of her swordsman grip comes down upon his cock. to hold on tight while she squeals and her hair comes loose - cold air in the room rising gooseflesh all across her skin at the sudden lack of Robin to get her sweaty. ]
EEP -
W-warn me! Next time!
[ next time. always a next time, she threatens him with.
but now above, in her element. chest swelling with heavy breaths and satisfaction as down she looks - on Robin, with his red hair tousled, eyes smirking. grinning like he's won, as Nero plants her knees beside his upper thighs and squeezes down on them. but perhaps he has? she'd plan to ease herself onto him, above him. make it so she'll be out of the reach of his hands as she takes him in -
he has her down. yes on top of him, but still dictating how he wants her. truest joke. he pretended he desired nothing, that this was an almighty chore that Nero had had to sacrifice and nag for, and its Robin's hard hand pulling her away. deciding how this goes. impressed she is, in a way. shows it by pressing her breasts firm against his chest, her nails digging into hard muscles in his neck and shoulder.
crying out his name when tears and pain shoot through her, and her body clenches while she wills it to accommodate.
not Faceless King. not thief, not beast, not fraud or liar. ]
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why does he hide himself away under cloaks and sweaters? her hands enjoy the feeling of his skin, the subtle scars that spirit form has never healed. tight muscles in his shoulders that speak to skill with a longbow even when he now prefers a crossbow, that she never gets a grip on no matter where she tries to hold. pale skin with so few freckles that she thinks she could kiss them off if she tries. and will. moving against and around his chest. lips never in one place for very long. his tongue cutting with how it startles her hand. fingers squeeze down on and around his.
by gods this boy of hers is dense. here, she is being coy, poetic, charmingly subtle, and Robin still hasn't understood that Nero's offering to suck hie dick.
but better results. Nero's hand won't relax now that it has more space. tightens, as she hitches and forgets to inhale. just as she remembered it, long and startlingly thick. and it's mighty brave of him to flip them over, with the way the full strength of her swordsman grip comes down upon his cock. to hold on tight while she squeals and her hair comes loose - cold air in the room rising gooseflesh all across her skin at the sudden lack of Robin to get her sweaty. ]
EEP -
W-warn me! Next time!
[ next time. always a next time, she threatens him with.
but now above, in her element. chest swelling with heavy breaths and satisfaction as down she looks - on Robin, with his red hair tousled, eyes smirking. grinning like he's won, as Nero plants her knees beside his upper thighs and squeezes down on them. but perhaps he has? she'd plan to ease herself onto him, above him. make it so she'll be out of the reach of his hands as she takes him in -
he has her down. yes on top of him, but still dictating how he wants her. truest joke. he pretended he desired nothing, that this was an almighty chore that Nero had had to sacrifice and nag for, and its Robin's hard hand pulling her away. deciding how this goes. impressed she is, in a way. shows it by pressing her breasts firm against his chest, her nails digging into hard muscles in his neck and shoulder.
crying out his name when tears and pain shoot through her, and her body clenches while she wills it to accommodate.
not Faceless King. not thief, not beast, not fraud or liar. ]
Robin -!