Hey my wildflower the tower is nearly done and I am having one of those restless days where I am bored but also cannot stop thinking would you like to come see it and possibly also help me break in the giant bathtub by fucking me until I cannot think. Second part very optional but I wanted to be clear.
Whenever you are free I am in my room reading the same paragraph over and over because it will not stick in my mind. Giant bathtub explicitly designed to contain no less than four adult human men so that Johnny and his boys can get their bath and bang on.
Erin'll open the door the moment Ylva knocks or otherwise announces herself.
Once inside, Ylva throws her arms around Erin to greet her properly, with an embrace and a very eager kiss.
She could ask about what's got Erin upset, but obviously the situation at the moment calls more for distraction. And she can do that, happily. "Hi," she says, gently clinging.
"Hello," Erin purrs. She's back in the cargo pants and T-shirts, and she smells of wood and flowers in addition to her usual scents. She gives Ylva another quick kiss on the nose. "It'll be ready for the grand opening soon, but I need outta my own head. You ready?"
It's hard to resist pressing her face into Erin for a moment and just inhaling. These are scents that are rare on the ship, of course, even if they weren't attached to Erin at the moment.
And Ylva already is extremely fond of how Erin smells.
Ylva gets one last squeezy hug before Erin almost dances over to the closet; she sings a few bars of Wellerman before opening it up and gesturing grandly for Ylva to step on inside. She's gonna trail along behind; she wants to bask in Ylva's reaction, hopefully silencing the head voice which is trying to tell her that Ylva won't like it.
Ylva hesitates for a moment in the doorway, her breath caught in her throat as she takes this in. The flowers, the impossibility of the tower, the stars in the shattered hole in the sky -- she's seen a lot of impressive things, sure, but this?
"It's amazing," she says, half a gasp, and steps inside. Ylva inhales deeply, trying to memorise every unique smell -- and at some point she really will have to be in here with a proper wolf nose so she can really get every scent.
"You asked for wild flowers," Erin murmurs, heart warm with joy at Ylva's reaction. "The blue ones were a surprise to me too. Valdis is going to name them. Not all the furniture is done, and I'm pretty sure it's still kinda..." she hesitates and settles on the word she was gonna use in the first place, "birthing everyone's guest rooms, but it's maturing fast. It even already knows it's your home too."
Ylva can't resist the urge to go over to look at one of the roses more closely, running her fingers over the petals, careful of the prickles, and she turns to Erin with a broad and slightly shy smile.
Erin makes a mental note to ask Ossie and Giles if Ylva could be over for tea sometime; their garden really is a sight to behold. Erin drifts over and takes Ylva's hand, grinning a huge and goofy grin. "You're welcome any time. If you ask Friday about a spare key to my cabin...well, hrm. I should probably run that by Helena first but I don't anticipate issues."
She squeezes Erin's hand. "If it's fine with her, then... yeah, I'd like that."
It's a taste of something that she misses badly, something she hasn't seen properly in far too long. She turns to Erin and kisses her fiercely, nipping at her lower lip.
There's a surprised sound, and then Erin is melting; she wraps Ylva in her wings, nips the wolf back with little bites - careful, so careful, not to draw blood this time. It's so good to have her here...
Hopefully the interior goes over well too, but that can wait a moment.
Ah, the perfect mix of snug and exciting. Ylva melts happily into that, her fingers gripping Erin's hips tightly for a moment in order to hold them close together.
"Mm. So. Okay." She pulls back, grinning. "I wanna see this bathtub. And everything else, at least the things that are ready."
"Mmm, absolutely. Hey, my wildflower?" Erin turns and gives her ass just a lil' wiggle. "Do be free to feel me up during the tour, yeah? Fuckin' indulge."
As Erin leads the way to the front door, the tower opens itself with a melodramatic creak. The inside isn't as bright as the exterior might suggest; layers of thorn wood in the interior create small windows through which the daytime sky the tower is made from illuminate it. The tower itself is fairly compact, missing huge open spaces in favor of spiraling corridors with small landings that let one into rooms nestled into the exterior. There's a kitchen, as she'd promised, a craft room (it's missing tables), a nice plush reading room and God only knows how the tower produced the comfy chairs.
Various guest rooms have people's names on them out front in little plaques of the thornwood. Erin points a thumb at Ylva's as they pass it.
"... I should, huh?" Ylva grins, somewhere in the gap between eager and bashful, and yes, she does lean over to squeeze that butt.
She looks around eagerly inside; the idea that she gets a room in this incredible place is genuinely fascinating to her, in a totally overwhelming way for her. The fact that this is not very much like A City makes it a lot better, better than her cabin on the ship, but it's also a little... well, embarrassing? The sort of thing she's not sure she deserves? Nice, though.
And she absolutely clings to Erin, and there is absolutely nothing subtle about her roaming hands.
"It looks like either a wizard tower or the sort of place I'd get kicked out of," Ylva observes, one hand on Erin's breast.
Oh yeah, that's everything Erin hoped for an more; Ylva's a very touch-y kinda person, and the invitation means that Erin is A. getting hot and bothered and B. feeling all kinds of affection right now. Her cheeks have gone a faint pink and they are not going another color any time soon.
"The thought hadn't escaped me," she admits, a little guiltily. "But I wanted somewhere high to glide off of, and for the various bird kinda folks who'll be by - you, Phil, Ruby, Cass, y'know. So...tower. It was either that or crack even more of the sky and if I say so myself the one singular hole just above the tower is a better look. Now..."
People say 'bathroom' and they mean 'a room with a bath in it'. Not this room. There's a small little closet off to the side for a toilet (and the less said about that the better), and everything else is dedicated to The Bath; sunk into the sky that makes up the tower floor, spacious, luxurious, surrounded by oddly-shaped soaps and products...
And beneath and around it there is a tame fire that moves through the sky, like a cloud. It uncoils from beneath the bath, racing across the floor to spread beneath Erin and Ylva's feet, and where it goes, the temperature gets real cozy.
A delighted shiver goes through Erin. "You gonna wash me too?" she half-jokes, but Ylva taking charge is more than ideal right now. She obediently raises her arms for the tank top.
"Oh uh...blindfold needs to...not, with the water. Is that. Okay? I can put eyes on..."
Ylva slides Erin's shirt up over her head, and then pauses, surprised and a little baffled by the question, even if it makes sense in retrospect, now that it's been raised.
"I mean, you can put eyes on if you want, but you don't have to. Not if you don't want to." She leans forward to bite Erin's collarbone, nails digging into Erin's back just a little.
"Iloveyousomuch -" that bite turns Erin's squeak of affection into a moan; her wings flex, and she clings to Ylva for support.
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"Run the water please!" Erin calls out to the room in general. And lo, hot water starts rising from the bottom of the tub; a discerning eye might catch the little holes letting it in.
Ylva glances over at the rising water, momentarily distracted because that's a pretty neat thing. She laughs a little, then turns back to Erin.
"Love you too," she murmurs. She steps back to pull her t-shirt off, tosses it casually to one side, and throws her arms around Erin again, all eager nibbles, skin against skin. "I can definitely wash you, if you want. Would you want that?"
"Ylva, love, right now I feel just the tiniest bit like your romantic prey and I am very into it." There is a sports bra under the shirt that's gonna have to be addressed, can't just be working on heavy lifting with the girls out and about. Erin cranes her neck so Ylva can get at her pointed ears. "I'm yours, my wildflower, to pamper or take or both -"
Ah, sports bras, both more straightforward and much harder to take off when you're not the one wearing them. Ylva will take this as a challenge, but for the moment she does take the hint and leans up to bite Erin's ear, starting at the lobe.
There's a blush to her cheeks. "Maybe I can figure out how to do both. At the same time." Ylva starts working her fingers into Erin's bra, seeking out her nipple with her fingers.
"You - ahh!" Erin moans as she's bitten; that's gonna be a bit of a theme, her senses are keyed up from Ylva's fondling and in anticipation. "You're really liking being in charge right now, aren't you love? It's really hot on you..."
Her hands go to her bra, a wordless offer; should I help?
Behold Ylva; Erin takes like three steps back and speed strips like she's playing three different roles in a musical. The only thing not tossed aside with no ceremony is her blindfold, which gets carefully set down where she'll find it later.
Erin offers a hand out so she can be led around once Ylva's done with her own clothes.
Honestly, the finer points of a striptease would have been lost on her anyway. Ylva wriggles out of her shorts, and for a moment she just looks at Erin admiringly, at a loss over the idea that she's anywhere near this lucky, that she has someone who wants her to do any of this. She takes Erin's hand and then pulls herself, naked as she is, close enough to kiss her, teeth gently on her lower lip.
She pulls back enough to lead Erin into the water. She's eager enough to get into the bath herself.
Totally blind now in a way she usually isn't, Erin lets herself cling to Ylva, kissing her wolf every now and again anywhere she can touch skin with her lips. When they get in the hot water there's a little gasp from Erin at the sudden transition, but then her hands are roaming, searching for her lover's ass and Ylva's cock.
"I'm gonna let you wash my hair," Erin whispers, like she's suggesting something taboo. "But it'll help if I can...keep...busy...when that's happening...so I'm thinking we either save that for last, or do it first, but either way I wanna put you in my mouth while it happens."
It's probably too bad that Erin can't see the blush that comes to Ylva's face, though the small, pleased sound that comes from when Erin touches her cock is open and eager.
"That sounds," Ylva says, grinning, "really nice." The sort of thing she would hardly dare ask for, and yet is so very, very appealing. She cups some water in her hands and lets it pour over Erin's skin, followed by the touch of her hand. "But maybe let me clean the rest of you first?"
Erin nods and just hopes Ylva can see it because damn, Erin sure can't. She nestles in closer, the better to let Ylva wash her back and scrub at the hard-to-reach spots where her wings come out.
Her hand doesn't leave the wolf's cock, instead stroking her slowly, intent on the tease.
She growls in pleasure and leans into that touch, for a moment biting her lip hard because she has a vague notion of trying to keep her focus, at least for a little while.
There's some benefit in having had feathers before, even if only temporarily. Ylva knows how to ruffle her fingers in under the quills in a satisfying way, wetting them from underneath. At the same time, her other hand is far less innocent, devoted to other parts of Erin's anatomy: breasts, hips, cleft of ass, while she works at half kissing, half nibbling along what skin she can reach.
Erin whines in pleasure, nuzzling her face against Ylva's chest. Her tongue flicks out to lick the wolf's nipple, loving that she can just do this with Ylva, hoping she can encourage her wild lover to propose it more often...
"I'm not distracting you, am I?" There's too much tease in the words for Erin's attempt at playful shyness, especially with the way she strokes just a little faster when she says it. "You feel so nice in my hand...sometimes I just wanna do this to you out in the corridors, drive you wild..."
Ylva makes a little sound in her throat, half groan, half whine. "People would be so mad," she says, though there's still interest there, still some intrigue at the idea. "Imagine someone saw."
She is not nearly as shocked about the idea as her words might suggest.
She bites down on Erin's ear. "You don't care about that, do you?"
"Mmmfff - I care," Erin moans. She bites back, lightly, leaving tooth marks on Ylva's chest. "I'd be so happy that everyone knows I'm with such an amazing woman and that I make her happy..."
God, just getting the sweat off is already feeling amazing, with Ylva sluicing Erin down with water. Erin twitches her wings, shaking water droplets all over the tub with the involuntary motion. "And you, my wildflower? Do you like the idea of people seeing you take me all rough the way you like? Me clinging to a punching bag in the gym for dear life while you're railing my ass?"
Does Erin need to be that specific? No. Does she suspect a specific mental image will help provoke Ylva further? Absolutely.
Ylva, almost involuntarily, bites a little harder on Erin's shoulder, if for no other reason than that it takes her a moment to process this idea enough for her to comment on that.
"I do," she says. It's a terrible idea, and she knows it, but in this moment she can't lie. She does, in fact, like that idea. "People'd be so mad." And she laughs, because she doesn't care about that, because why be angry about it at all? "I could fuck you so hard, though."
That harder bite wrings a sound of pleasure from Erin's throat. She nuzzles against Ylva; being completely blind like this heightens every other sensation, and her plan to drive her lover wild is hitting Erin herself pretty hard. Her breathing's gone quick, her face is red, ears twitching madly in anticipation.
There's lavender and charcoal coming from her Mantle, the signs of intense Desire.
Erin has to give in at least a little. A real bath with soap can wait until after she's drained Ylva dry. Erin rises up and takes the back of Ylva's head in her hand so she can press the wolf's face into her breasts. "Take me hard," Erin begs. "My body's all yours and everyone should know it."
i want you to know the absolute struggle I had to not open with "oh, tiddies!"
Ylva will always deeply love Erin's Mantle, and the new smells are just added in to everything else of this moment, the heat of the water, the feeling of Erin's body against hers. It's intense and wild and she loves it.
She does spend a moment focused on Erin's breasts, seeking out the hard point of a nipple only by feel and by her teeth, before she gives a final squeeze and pulls away. "I'll take you from behind," she says, half a statement, half a question. "Brace yourself on the edge of the pool," and Ylva pulls her, gently, to the edge, placing Erin's hand there for her.
Erin shivers in anticipation, letting Ylva pull and lead her. She braces herself, sticking her ass out and giving it a lil' wiggle at her wild lover.
She'll leave the teasing of Ylva to get her back up and ready as a nice surprise for after. Especially since she suspects she's about to get deliciously mauled right now.
Ylva laughs a little, delighted, for a moment utterly overwhelmed with the urge to devour, to possess. She leans over Erin from behind, hands on her waist, and the sound she makes is half a snarl, an attempt at holding herself back.
Just for the moment.
She slides her hand down the crack of Erin's ass, seeking, and then presses two fingers up inside her pussy.
Erin almost, very almost, giggles at the glide of Ylva's hand - and then those fingers suck a gasp out of her. Erin's folded wings twitch involuntarily, but the roll of her hips back against Ylva's fingers couldn't be more on purpose.
God, is Ylva gonna tease her until she cums? Some part of Erin dreads the idea that Ylva's about to lick her up from behind and only fuck her once she's extra sensitive from her first orgasm.
The rest of Erin is literally, physically drooling in anticipation.
While teasing her like that would definitely be a very good plan, it may in fact be too much for her to survive, herself. Still, Ylva is going to try, even if she whines a little in anticipation.
One hand resting between Erin's wings, she works her fingers deep into Erin, and she can't help but rub up against her from behind, some degree of friction and stimulation while her fingers are inside Erin, while she rubs her thumb over Erin's clit. At one point, not so very long ago, she may not have known what else to do with this situation, but she has been a very quick study, if nothing else.
And she does, almost abruptly, drop down to press her face into Erin's crotch from behind and a little below, to lick and suck with all the enthusiasm of a gourmand given a particularly savoury dish.
Erin's voice comes out in a long, sweet whine. She loves her wildflower so much; she loves Ylva's feralness, her eager directness, and right now she very much loves being eaten up like prey. Her wings extend in pleasure, flicking water droplets everywhere.
Somewhere in that moan is Ylva's name. Erin's almost begging.
Oh, she couldn't possibly ignore that, not when it fills her with so much lust. Ylva stands up, gasping, and she reaches down to take herself in hand. She hardly needs the help, she's so eager at this moment, but she gives herself a quick stroke and then guides herself inside Erin.
Her fingers grip Erin by her hips, tightly and for dear life, before she begins to thrust, desperately.
Erin's wings flex and she cries out sweetly. Oh, oh that's -
She thrusts her hips back, trying to keep time, her own nature helping to find a rhythm that matches Ylva's feral pace. The sensations and the primal intimacy are making her head fuzzy, just like she wanted them to, and -
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Text, Late May
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Erin'll open the door the moment Ylva knocks or otherwise announces herself.
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She could ask about what's got Erin upset, but obviously the situation at the moment calls more for distraction. And she can do that, happily. "Hi," she says, gently clinging.
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And Ylva already is extremely fond of how Erin smells.
"Yeah. I can't wait."
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(I'm a pessimist.)
NO SHIT, REALLY?
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"It's amazing," she says, half a gasp, and steps inside. Ylva inhales deeply, trying to memorise every unique smell -- and at some point she really will have to be in here with a proper wolf nose so she can really get every scent.
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"It feels like forever since I saw flowers."
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It's a taste of something that she misses badly, something she hasn't seen properly in far too long. She turns to Erin and kisses her fiercely, nipping at her lower lip.
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Hopefully the interior goes over well too, but that can wait a moment.
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"Mm. So. Okay." She pulls back, grinning. "I wanna see this bathtub. And everything else, at least the things that are ready."
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As Erin leads the way to the front door, the tower opens itself with a melodramatic creak. The inside isn't as bright as the exterior might suggest; layers of thorn wood in the interior create small windows through which the daytime sky the tower is made from illuminate it. The tower itself is fairly compact, missing huge open spaces in favor of spiraling corridors with small landings that let one into rooms nestled into the exterior. There's a kitchen, as she'd promised, a craft room (it's missing tables), a nice plush reading room and God only knows how the tower produced the comfy chairs.
Various guest rooms have people's names on them out front in little plaques of the thornwood. Erin points a thumb at Ylva's as they pass it.
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She looks around eagerly inside; the idea that she gets a room in this incredible place is genuinely fascinating to her, in a totally overwhelming way for her. The fact that this is not very much like A City makes it a lot better, better than her cabin on the ship, but it's also a little... well, embarrassing? The sort of thing she's not sure she deserves? Nice, though.
And she absolutely clings to Erin, and there is absolutely nothing subtle about her roaming hands.
"It looks like either a wizard tower or the sort of place I'd get kicked out of," Ylva observes, one hand on Erin's breast.
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"The thought hadn't escaped me," she admits, a little guiltily. "But I wanted somewhere high to glide off of, and for the various bird kinda folks who'll be by - you, Phil, Ruby, Cass, y'know. So...tower. It was either that or crack even more of the sky and if I say so myself the one singular hole just above the tower is a better look. Now..."
People say 'bathroom' and they mean 'a room with a bath in it'. Not this room. There's a small little closet off to the side for a toilet (and the less said about that the better), and everything else is dedicated to The Bath; sunk into the sky that makes up the tower floor, spacious, luxurious, surrounded by oddly-shaped soaps and products...
And beneath and around it there is a tame fire that moves through the sky, like a cloud. It uncoils from beneath the bath, racing across the floor to spread beneath Erin and Ylva's feet, and where it goes, the temperature gets real cozy.
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She does not hate wizards nearly as much as she claims to. And the bathroom does prove to be very distracting; Ylva squeezes Erin closely.
"Oh. I see what you meant," she says. "This is... perfect. Let me help you get your clothes off."
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"Oh uh...blindfold needs to...not, with the water. Is that. Okay? I can put eyes on..."
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"I mean, you can put eyes on if you want, but you don't have to. Not if you don't want to." She leans forward to bite Erin's collarbone, nails digging into Erin's back just a little.
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(Are we forgetting something?)
No? WAIT YES -
"Run the water please!" Erin calls out to the room in general. And lo, hot water starts rising from the bottom of the tub; a discerning eye might catch the little holes letting it in.
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"Love you too," she murmurs. She steps back to pull her t-shirt off, tosses it casually to one side, and throws her arms around Erin again, all eager nibbles, skin against skin. "I can definitely wash you, if you want. Would you want that?"
She'd want it. It shows in her voice.
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Ah, sports bras, both more straightforward and much harder to take off when you're not the one wearing them. Ylva will take this as a challenge, but for the moment she does take the hint and leans up to bite Erin's ear, starting at the lobe.
There's a blush to her cheeks. "Maybe I can figure out how to do both. At the same time." Ylva starts working her fingers into Erin's bra, seeking out her nipple with her fingers.
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Her hands go to her bra, a wordless offer; should I help?
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"I am liking it." Ylva grins, toothily, and she puts her hand on Erin's hand. "Help me get you naked, though, so we can get in the water."
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Behold Ylva; Erin takes like three steps back and speed strips like she's playing three different roles in a musical. The only thing not tossed aside with no ceremony is her blindfold, which gets carefully set down where she'll find it later.
Erin offers a hand out so she can be led around once Ylva's done with her own clothes.
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She pulls back enough to lead Erin into the water. She's eager enough to get into the bath herself.
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"I'm gonna let you wash my hair," Erin whispers, like she's suggesting something taboo. "But it'll help if I can...keep...busy...when that's happening...so I'm thinking we either save that for last, or do it first, but either way I wanna put you in my mouth while it happens."
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"That sounds," Ylva says, grinning, "really nice." The sort of thing she would hardly dare ask for, and yet is so very, very appealing. She cups some water in her hands and lets it pour over Erin's skin, followed by the touch of her hand. "But maybe let me clean the rest of you first?"
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Her hand doesn't leave the wolf's cock, instead stroking her slowly, intent on the tease.
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There's some benefit in having had feathers before, even if only temporarily. Ylva knows how to ruffle her fingers in under the quills in a satisfying way, wetting them from underneath. At the same time, her other hand is far less innocent, devoted to other parts of Erin's anatomy: breasts, hips, cleft of ass, while she works at half kissing, half nibbling along what skin she can reach.
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"I'm not distracting you, am I?" There's too much tease in the words for Erin's attempt at playful shyness, especially with the way she strokes just a little faster when she says it. "You feel so nice in my hand...sometimes I just wanna do this to you out in the corridors, drive you wild..."
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She is not nearly as shocked about the idea as her words might suggest.
She bites down on Erin's ear. "You don't care about that, do you?"
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God, just getting the sweat off is already feeling amazing, with Ylva sluicing Erin down with water. Erin twitches her wings, shaking water droplets all over the tub with the involuntary motion. "And you, my wildflower? Do you like the idea of people seeing you take me all rough the way you like? Me clinging to a punching bag in the gym for dear life while you're railing my ass?"
Does Erin need to be that specific? No. Does she suspect a specific mental image will help provoke Ylva further? Absolutely.
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"I do," she says. It's a terrible idea, and she knows it, but in this moment she can't lie. She does, in fact, like that idea. "People'd be so mad." And she laughs, because she doesn't care about that, because why be angry about it at all? "I could fuck you so hard, though."
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There's lavender and charcoal coming from her Mantle, the signs of intense Desire.
Erin has to give in at least a little. A real bath with soap can wait until after she's drained Ylva dry. Erin rises up and takes the back of Ylva's head in her hand so she can press the wolf's face into her breasts. "Take me hard," Erin begs. "My body's all yours and everyone should know it."
i want you to know the absolute struggle I had to not open with "oh, tiddies!"
She does spend a moment focused on Erin's breasts, seeking out the hard point of a nipple only by feel and by her teeth, before she gives a final squeeze and pulls away. "I'll take you from behind," she says, half a statement, half a question. "Brace yourself on the edge of the pool," and Ylva pulls her, gently, to the edge, placing Erin's hand there for her.
You Are Braver Than Any US Marine
She'll leave the teasing of Ylva to get her back up and ready as a nice surprise for after. Especially since she suspects she's about to get deliciously mauled right now.
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Just for the moment.
She slides her hand down the crack of Erin's ass, seeking, and then presses two fingers up inside her pussy.
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God, is Ylva gonna tease her until she cums? Some part of Erin dreads the idea that Ylva's about to lick her up from behind and only fuck her once she's extra sensitive from her first orgasm.
The rest of Erin is literally, physically drooling in anticipation.
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One hand resting between Erin's wings, she works her fingers deep into Erin, and she can't help but rub up against her from behind, some degree of friction and stimulation while her fingers are inside Erin, while she rubs her thumb over Erin's clit. At one point, not so very long ago, she may not have known what else to do with this situation, but she has been a very quick study, if nothing else.
And she does, almost abruptly, drop down to press her face into Erin's crotch from behind and a little below, to lick and suck with all the enthusiasm of a gourmand given a particularly savoury dish.
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Somewhere in that moan is Ylva's name. Erin's almost begging.
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Her fingers grip Erin by her hips, tightly and for dear life, before she begins to thrust, desperately.
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She thrusts her hips back, trying to keep time, her own nature helping to find a rhythm that matches Ylva's feral pace. The sensations and the primal intimacy are making her head fuzzy, just like she wanted them to, and -
"F-fuck - Ylva - loveyousomuchdon'tstop -"