[He hums contemplatively as though the very concept of him as a tease is something he's never heard before. But the way he glances at her belies how pleased he is by the comment. Not that Ozymandias exactly needs to hear any words from her. Sheva's hips press herself into him and the tightening of her leg against his shoulder, and it becomes abundantly clear that she fully intends to collect on these new promises of his.]
[But while he may be a tease, Ozymandias is not one to be neglectful to what is ultimately being asked of him. He does as she likely believed he was about to do the first time, pulsing his tongue lightly against her clit a few times before sucking on and toying with her inner lips instead. But it's clear he still has no intention of throwing Sheva headlong toward orgasm. His fingers are now preoccupying themselves with running along her thigh instead in slow circles lest they are forgotten.]
[What a rude liar. She just makes a mental note to turn the tables on him later and make him pay for all this damn pleasure, rude, heated gazes included. Yeah, that sounds about right. Viva la vengeance.
There's a low groan when he finally hits that spot, her body jolting a bit against him in reactionary spasm. Her gaze becomes slightly hooded and there's a low, baseline purr that seems to rumble when he discovers a particularly good angle. And thanks to the balance of her tail, the wall, and the king's shoulder, Sheva's able to angle her thighs further apart to offer him more room to work his magic.
Wait, are there fun sexual endeavors and tricks with magic he can employ at some point in the future?]
[Hey that redlight district wouldn't exist if things like that weren't possible, Sheva. Just sayin'.]
[Ozymandias remains attentive to Sheva's reactions so he doesn't miss the best angle, the amount of pressure that causes her to try to create more friction that he seems set against giving her just yet. Every tremble, every sound guides Ozymandias to give and take, to draw more out of her until he can get her singularly focused on finding her release. He won't let her have it until then either. Even if he has to edge her repeatedly, Ozymandias won't concede to her demands until she's consumed by them.]
[He licks his lips as he takes his mouth away from her for a moment, letting her be in that liminal space between sensations long enough to feel the absence of his touch. Ozymandias moves his fingers up her thigh to run along her outer lips as his gaze remains on her, watching every little shift in her expression.]
How many do you want inside you? One...? Two...?
[As Ozymandias begins counting off fingers, he slows the tempo and emphasizes the count with a pointed stroke to her clit with one more finger than the last at just the right angle.]
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[But while he may be a tease, Ozymandias is not one to be neglectful to what is ultimately being asked of him. He does as she likely believed he was about to do the first time, pulsing his tongue lightly against her clit a few times before sucking on and toying with her inner lips instead. But it's clear he still has no intention of throwing Sheva headlong toward orgasm. His fingers are now preoccupying themselves with running along her thigh instead in slow circles lest they are forgotten.]
she stick her leggy out
There's a low groan when he finally hits that spot, her body jolting a bit against him in reactionary spasm. Her gaze becomes slightly hooded and there's a low, baseline purr that seems to rumble when he discovers a particularly good angle. And thanks to the balance of her tail, the wall, and the king's shoulder, Sheva's able to angle her thighs further apart to offer him more room to work his magic.
Wait, are there fun sexual endeavors and tricks with magic he can employ at some point in the future?]
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[Ozymandias remains attentive to Sheva's reactions so he doesn't miss the best angle, the amount of pressure that causes her to try to create more friction that he seems set against giving her just yet. Every tremble, every sound guides Ozymandias to give and take, to draw more out of her until he can get her singularly focused on finding her release. He won't let her have it until then either. Even if he has to edge her repeatedly, Ozymandias won't concede to her demands until she's consumed by them.]
[He licks his lips as he takes his mouth away from her for a moment, letting her be in that liminal space between sensations long enough to feel the absence of his touch. Ozymandias moves his fingers up her thigh to run along her outer lips as his gaze remains on her, watching every little shift in her expression.]
How many do you want inside you? One...? Two...?
[As Ozymandias begins counting off fingers, he slows the tempo and emphasizes the count with a pointed stroke to her clit with one more finger than the last at just the right angle.]
Three...?