[ Being forthcoming like this, forward as it may be... it's one of the only ways Ilsa can feel as if she has some semblance of control. Her body is out of her control, evidently. As is her desire, a craving that wants nothing more but this man.
She truly can't remember the last time she's felt like this. She's felt desire, of course, a feeling that she can't help due to her very nature, but to want to share that desire with someone in particular—
Well, it's evident by the way her skin flushes when he looks up at her, by the way her thighs press together in growing impatience... the aphrodisiac may have stirred her interest, but it's Eustace's agreement that has already made her wet with hunger. ]
Don't disappoint me.
[ She smiles, just a little sly, before shifting to lower herself, oriented so that she has an ample view of his groin, too. She's never done this before, but she's certainly fantasized about it. Her thighs rest against the sides of his face, tense, because despite everything, she's nervous. She's also careful not to rest her entire weight on him.
This also renders her more vulnerable than she initially thought, realizing that she'd just offered Eustace an incredibly personal view. She shivers as she feels the tip of his nose brush against her sensitive groin and his warm breath against her inner thigh.
Despite her attempt to keep her voice level and even a bit authoritative, it's not quite there. Her palms rest against his chest, nails lightly digging into muscle. ]
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She truly can't remember the last time she's felt like this. She's felt desire, of course, a feeling that she can't help due to her very nature, but to want to share that desire with someone in particular—
Well, it's evident by the way her skin flushes when he looks up at her, by the way her thighs press together in growing impatience... the aphrodisiac may have stirred her interest, but it's Eustace's agreement that has already made her wet with hunger. ]
Don't disappoint me.
[ She smiles, just a little sly, before shifting to lower herself, oriented so that she has an ample view of his groin, too. She's never done this before, but she's certainly fantasized about it. Her thighs rest against the sides of his face, tense, because despite everything, she's nervous. She's also careful not to rest her entire weight on him.
This also renders her more vulnerable than she initially thought, realizing that she'd just offered Eustace an incredibly personal view. She shivers as she feels the tip of his nose brush against her sensitive groin and his warm breath against her inner thigh.
Despite her attempt to keep her voice level and even a bit authoritative, it's not quite there. Her palms rest against his chest, nails lightly digging into muscle. ]
Do a good job and I'll reward you, as well.