Mm, good... [ It's what Eula says out loud, even though her mind is singing praises of thanks to Barbatos, because she's simply not sure for how much longer she can continue at this pace without breaking; and so having him confirm his readiness for her changes her pace instantly, the hand wrapped around him starting to stroke faster, almost pumping more than stroking, no longer spending the time to slowly and teasingly explore but giving him everything.
And at the same time, she spreads her legs a little wider, two fingers pressing into her entrance in a hard and fast rhythm, just in time for Diluc to start answering her other request, talking about pressing the heat into her... about taking his tongue to her...
She curses against his mouth, hips canting against her fingers almost frantically at this point, her movements against him stuttering just slightly although after a moment she manages to gain her momentum back, matching her own rhythm as she gasps and moans. ]
Gods. Tell me... tell me what you'd do with your tongue, Ragnvindr. Please.
[ Forget his resonance, she's burning up all on her own, practically able to feel the heat of his fingers in her despite the reality of it being her own cool touch, stomach clenching and thighs trembling as she draws ever closer, breath ragged and helpless. ]
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And at the same time, she spreads her legs a little wider, two fingers pressing into her entrance in a hard and fast rhythm, just in time for Diluc to start answering her other request, talking about pressing the heat into her... about taking his tongue to her...
She curses against his mouth, hips canting against her fingers almost frantically at this point, her movements against him stuttering just slightly although after a moment she manages to gain her momentum back, matching her own rhythm as she gasps and moans. ]
Gods. Tell me... tell me what you'd do with your tongue, Ragnvindr. Please.
[ Forget his resonance, she's burning up all on her own, practically able to feel the heat of his fingers in her despite the reality of it being her own cool touch, stomach clenching and thighs trembling as she draws ever closer, breath ragged and helpless. ]