Lady Arachnia
Star
- Joined
- Mar 30, 2013
Aly saw the silhouette that was the luscious form of her dominator, that perfect skin bathed in dim light giving Aly a few of her form without too much detail… not that she hadn't seen her before. Despite the times they had shared the sight of the creature still caused Aly's breath to catch in her throat at the truly breathtaking form of Sarrah. "Wow." She couldn't help but stammer at the sight of her. She got several more seconds of the delicious aight before darkness fell.
The girl was many things but she was no idiot, she knew Sarrah could still see perfectly and she knew that Sarrah hadn't invited her to stand like a statue. She moved towards the bed relying on her senses trying to locate the woman, before she did the woman had her though and laid her down on her back. Aly in life had always been the more dominant one, especially in the bedroom but recently that wasn't the case and it was a difficult thing to adjust to.
Aly felt the woman's form straddle her and a wondered what she had planned. A second later she felt the lips at her neck and gave a whimper, unable to hold back a squirm. Soon the attention moved to her ear which coaxed a few more sounds of satisfaction from the girl. The thief gently placed a hand on the outside of Sarrah's thigh and slowly moved it up towards her backside, stopping before she got there as though requesting permission. She knew often in moods like this Sarrah wanted to lead entirely and for Aly to follow what she did, she would deny her hand if that was what she wanted. Other times she permitted Aly's hands.
The temperature of the two women contrasted drastically, the vampire cool while Aly filled with a warmth. It almost felt as though Sarrah was leaching the warmth from the younger female. When the voice came soft and dangerous it came as a question that had only one answer Aly knew. It was an answer she had given before and so it came easily. "I do, Miss Sarrah, I submit to you". The words had come hard the first time but when she knew her life was always on the line they came from her lips easier and easier. She had to make a mental note that the words were just to survive as sometimes… more and more of page in fact she'd started to wonder if she genuinely meant the words, the ministrations and way of living starting to make her mind doubt itself.
The girl was many things but she was no idiot, she knew Sarrah could still see perfectly and she knew that Sarrah hadn't invited her to stand like a statue. She moved towards the bed relying on her senses trying to locate the woman, before she did the woman had her though and laid her down on her back. Aly in life had always been the more dominant one, especially in the bedroom but recently that wasn't the case and it was a difficult thing to adjust to.
Aly felt the woman's form straddle her and a wondered what she had planned. A second later she felt the lips at her neck and gave a whimper, unable to hold back a squirm. Soon the attention moved to her ear which coaxed a few more sounds of satisfaction from the girl. The thief gently placed a hand on the outside of Sarrah's thigh and slowly moved it up towards her backside, stopping before she got there as though requesting permission. She knew often in moods like this Sarrah wanted to lead entirely and for Aly to follow what she did, she would deny her hand if that was what she wanted. Other times she permitted Aly's hands.
The temperature of the two women contrasted drastically, the vampire cool while Aly filled with a warmth. It almost felt as though Sarrah was leaching the warmth from the younger female. When the voice came soft and dangerous it came as a question that had only one answer Aly knew. It was an answer she had given before and so it came easily. "I do, Miss Sarrah, I submit to you". The words had come hard the first time but when she knew her life was always on the line they came from her lips easier and easier. She had to make a mental note that the words were just to survive as sometimes… more and more of page in fact she'd started to wonder if she genuinely meant the words, the ministrations and way of living starting to make her mind doubt itself.