(animekittysama is the true genius behind Club Marilith, I don't think the comm would have latched onto that cracktastic idea without her amazing wallpaper bringing that vision to the computer screen. We need to do some more Marilith pimping in the future...
Oh yeah and I'm slowly trying to experiment with smut here...)
Procrastination
“Those little scraps work you far too hard.” Terra closes her eyes in dreamy content as those fingers caress her neck. “It simply will not do. This is why I keep insisting we take up residence in Treno; you’d never even have to lift a finger-” Not this conversation again.
“-Help me out of this, please.” She motions towards the buttons holding her bodice together at the back. She can do it herself but it’s so dull in comparison to the alternative…
The bodice falls to the floor but Kuja’s hands remain where they are, fingers lightly stroking Terra’s back. “The bra too?” It’s a redundant question but he knows she appreciates the formality. “Please.”
A moment passes and then another article of clothing hits the ground. “Now,” his lips brush against her ear as fingers delicately traipse along the oft-concealed flesh of her breasts. “What is this wondrous secret you are keeping, little bird?” Terra’s face lights up so fast she can almost feel the red glow of her cheeks. “Sing for me.” A finger dances around the soft areola, baiting the teat until it hardens.
Terra bites her lip a little as she feels herself burst into trance. She wants to tell him but if she does then he’ll stop and probably won’t start again for a while. Maybe just a little longer…
The tail brushes against her leg, curling slowly up one thigh as it caresses to the same rhythm of his hands against her breasts.
If he wants that information so bad then he’ll have to work for it, she decides.
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RLY!
Oh yeah and I'm slowly trying to experiment with smut here...)
Procrastination
“Those little scraps work you far too hard.” Terra closes her eyes in dreamy content as those fingers caress her neck. “It simply will not do. This is why I keep insisting we take up residence in Treno; you’d never even have to lift a finger-” Not this conversation again.
“-Help me out of this, please.” She motions towards the buttons holding her bodice together at the back. She can do it herself but it’s so dull in comparison to the alternative…
The bodice falls to the floor but Kuja’s hands remain where they are, fingers lightly stroking Terra’s back. “The bra too?” It’s a redundant question but he knows she appreciates the formality. “Please.”
A moment passes and then another article of clothing hits the ground. “Now,” his lips brush against her ear as fingers delicately traipse along the oft-concealed flesh of her breasts. “What is this wondrous secret you are keeping, little bird?” Terra’s face lights up so fast she can almost feel the red glow of her cheeks. “Sing for me.” A finger dances around the soft areola, baiting the teat until it hardens.
Terra bites her lip a little as she feels herself burst into trance. She wants to tell him but if she does then he’ll stop and probably won’t start again for a while. Maybe just a little longer…
The tail brushes against her leg, curling slowly up one thigh as it caresses to the same rhythm of his hands against her breasts.
If he wants that information so bad then he’ll have to work for it, she decides.
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(IMMA TROLL SO I LIKE TO POST THESE IN SEGMENTS SO THAT YOU HAVE TO WAIT! MWAHA!)