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ᴄʜᴏᴋᴇʜᴏʟᴅ (PoisonousIvee/Mr.Aznable)

He removed his tabard, only in his loose tunic and pants. He smelled like the spiced wine, tasted like it. What was happening to him? This wasn’t the same buttoned up warrior she had danced with.
 
Whatever it was, she liked it and wanted more. She reached to pull his shirt from his body, her fingers ghosting over his skin as she did so.
 
She tossed it aside and ran her hands over him slowly in gentle pets, her eyes soft and full of adoration.
 
She turned her head to the side to give him room, giving small moans and sighs as her nails moved over his skin.
 
She reached with one hand to pull the strings in the front of her dress free to make moving it - and the inevitable removal - much easier.
 
He took the string in his teeth and loosened it, running his hands over her slowly, savoring every moment.
 
She laid naked beneath him, her body filled out perfectly; every inch of her begged for his teeth, his hands, and his tongue.
 
He gave in to his base desires, worshiping every bare inch of her like a man begging forgiveness from a god.
 
She melted and let out low sounds of pleasure, her fingers working through his hair slowly to reward him.
 
He grunted and moaned as he pulled back from her breast, moving to her sides and legs before slowly moving back up.
 
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