[ perhaps more feline than canine in his cunningness, eren did play with her— not as his personal toy with disregard, but roughing her in a way to pry out roughness in turn, to express his own want, or illicit fire had been part of it. there was a wildness that perhaps begged to be affronted and dared to be tamed, and he would not gain that with sure and safe gentleness. he takes the risk and blows the sting to a gladdened simmer with a lap that slides more profound, more gradual in the rise of his tongue and back. it glides for her front and curves at her clit, giving it a bell-like ring as his palms sat on either side of her.
his claws tested her, only a bit as they firmed hold and spread her cheeks with his thumbs. there again, where she swelled, was where his hot mouth focused. a flick, a ghosting suckle, then an entire envelopment with puckered lips savoring the little bulb like he would a fruit. ]
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his claws tested her, only a bit as they firmed hold and spread her cheeks with his thumbs. there again, where she swelled, was where his hot mouth focused. a flick, a ghosting suckle, then an entire envelopment with puckered lips savoring the little bulb like he would a fruit. ]