"Yes," Mercutio groans, the word a little muffled, and "Yes, love."
With one hand squeezing Éowyn's leg hard enough to leave marks, the other plunging into her cunt, and her tongue on her clit, Mercutio feels gloriously lost in the physical. Sweat has gathered under her arms and between her breasts, and eventually she'll want to attend to the throbbing heat of her own cunt. Not until Éowyn is sated, though.
Actually, she might be here between Éowyn's legs until she starves to death, if she's going to wait until the woman is sated. But so be it, if it must be so. There would be worse ways to die -- to eat oneself to starvation! A very fine end to find one's end in.
"Whatever thou wouldst have, love." A kiss, a suck. "Yes."
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Date: 2025-09-10 04:37 am (UTC)With one hand squeezing Éowyn's leg hard enough to leave marks, the other plunging into her cunt, and her tongue on her clit, Mercutio feels gloriously lost in the physical. Sweat has gathered under her arms and between her breasts, and eventually she'll want to attend to the throbbing heat of her own cunt. Not until Éowyn is sated, though.
Actually, she might be here between Éowyn's legs until she starves to death, if she's going to wait until the woman is sated. But so be it, if it must be so. There would be worse ways to die -- to eat oneself to starvation! A very fine end to find one's end in.
"Whatever thou wouldst have, love." A kiss, a suck. "Yes."