FADE RIFT [INBOX]

[shri]

ＬＡＤＹ ＬＡＫＳＨＭＩ
( Lady Lakshmi, Bai Saheba, Rani Lakshmibai )

ＶＯＩＣＥ | ＡＣＴＩＯＮ | ＮＯＴＥＳ

Unavaliable To All:

• 30mins around dawn
  
  Only to Voice:
  
• Hour training morning and evening
  
• Any time she's gone riding.
  
• When she's in the field.
  
  Only to Book:
  
• When she's otherwise in a meeting, leave a message.
  
• Very late at night or early in the morning.
  
  Other:
  
• She usually takes her morning meals in the mess hall with everyone else.
  
• Her days are usually spent in Kirkwall seeing to either her personal business or Inquisition tasks.
  
• She has a bath twice a day, every day.
  

Comments

[shri]

Too much truth in that - her own folly, no doubt, not used to this kind of time, this kind of place, the idea of being able to stay put for one night after another. Not just existing, but being somewhere - enough to...

Enough to just close her eyes. Let her body sink back into the bed. To do nothing else but let Magni wander, kiss her. Take her time and not push and shove with elbows and knees to one desperate point. Responding like there were strings to each kiss and she but a puppet to dance to them. The twitch of the hard muscles down the inside of her thigh, the tense in her belly as she has to fight to keep still and not buck, helplessly, looking for more contact. That the warm air of her mouth, their skin so close, to the cold air curling around her so intimately.

The next breath is deeper, shuddering, and far be it for her to sound petulant, but there is unhelpable neediness to her voice, as she curls Magni's name deep in her chest and past her lips, waiting, fingers smoothing over Magni's shoulders and neck. Coaxing her, not so much to one place, but close and near and in.

[villieldr]

Strange to think, that this is the first time they are entangled in this way and being entirely honest with each other. The feeling, she knows, had begun to reach in and entwine itself around their previous meetings, but this time they both know it, confess it and celebrate it - it isn't a secret taking hold of their hearts. Aware that Lakshmi is relaxing, giving herself over to it, Magni smiles against her abdomen as she kisses down from her navel.

A pause, then, no kisses and no contact from her mouth, just her fingertips resting at the crest of Lakshmi's hips, and then a cool stream of breath against that most intimate part of her, before Magni's tongue presses warm against her. Slow, languorous and savouring each moment of it, remembering and rediscovering the best way to bring Lakshmi pleasure. Her hands grip more firmly at her hips, fingers callused but careful, and Magni's tongue presses inside her.

If she is needed then she will give and give, but let it be slow for now, let it be drawn out so Lakshmi can know every possible moment of pleasure and how dear she is to her.

[shri]

It's too intoxicating a feeling, like being painted in colours on Holi, drinking deeply from a cup of bhaang, how her limbs feel heavy, her body rolls in one long sinuous movement. Her chest that rises and falls, sometimes rhythmically, to the press and touch of Magni's rhythm, that she is still when Magni still, that she arches and twists when Magni moves.

Other times, it's hitched, building, little pressured flicks that twitch and turn her. Love drunk and heady, so at easy to turning belly up, flat on her back, rolling against Magni's tongue, her mouth, the heat that beats and pulses through her like a drum.

When she moans, with her eyes closed, it's thoughtless and unstructured between the thick draws of breath into her lungs, not high or sweet. Dry and catching on the back of her throat as it tumbles out of her chest, past her lips. Vulnerable not because it was a soft cry, but because it was her without anything else to dress it up.

[villieldr]

If she had her way, this would go on for hours. Drawing it out and keeping Manikarnika at the edge of pleasure so she could watch the slow roll of her body, the shift of powerful muscles and the shudders of breath from wanting. Leaning up, she lifts her mouth away to gently bite and then kiss her hip. Her right hand dragging up the inside of Lakshmi's thigh, slow but without the teasing, circling touches of before. Her callused fingers graze over the soft, sensitive skin, and she presses down harder with the kiss to Lakshmi's abdomen as she presses two fingers inside her.

Not done with her worship, not satisfied, and determined to draw this out and push Manikarnika to the very limits of what she can endure in all the most pleasurable ways. Exhaust her with adoration, as her fingers withdraw and press back in with so slowly, not quite allowing a rhythm to develop - not so easily as that.

She wants her to know how she adores her, but perhaps she wants to tease her and make her beg just a little, as well, and she sucks at her abdomen to draw a dark, purpling mark up on her skin.