[Oh, damn it Bigby. Rosalind groans and closes her eyes as he finishes, not bothering to tip her head and try and catch the majority in her mouth. Not only would that be undignified (more undignified than getting a face full of his release, anyway), but there's little point. She's going to be a mess either way, she might as well accept it and redo her makeup when they're completely done.
Still. For all there'd been a true flash of irritation (one limitation, she'd had one limitation and he'd still pushed past it, damn it Bigby), she isn't upset. Rosalind shudders as he finishes, her eyes a little glazed as they open once more. She can't deny this is a turn-on, leaving her cunt wet and aching, throbbing and demanding the attention it hasn't gotten all night as she licks her lips. It only gets worse as he grabs her jaw and demands that.
Because, see, an order like that? Goes straight down to her core, pressing almost every button she has. There's times (many times) when she delights in being bossy and dominant, getting men to beg for her as they're on their knees, eating her out once, twice, before she even thinks of putting her mouth on them. But there's other times, times that she never really acknowledges, where she wants nothing more than to have it like this: submissive and hungry for it, wrecked and ruined even as she's good.
She knows why. She knows precisely why. She knows it's a result of holding herself up so tightly all the time, demanding perfection in herself, always sharply cutting others down so that she can stay in charge. It's exhausting, and it's as necessary to her as breathing, which is why it's so nice to do nothing but give in to someone.
Add to the fact that someone is Bigby Wolf, who's naturally eager to dominate and wreck, and Rosalind knows this isn't going to be the last time she's submitting to him.
At least she can always fight him for dominance at the start.
Anyway.
Her mouth drops open pliantly, tongue slipping out as it had before, fingers clenching at her sides as she feels his come drip down her her face. Over her cheeks, her lips, coating her tongue and leaving her looking a wreck. If his intent had been to claim her, he's certainly succeeded.
It's hard to talk with his thumb in her mouth, and so Rosalind (for once) doesn't bother. Just kneels there, letting him look at how he'd ruined her. But far be it for her to be entirely still; her hand reaches behind her, tugging at the zip on her dress.
He's proved he has no problem simply diving under her clothes to eat her out, but she wants to watch. Besides: she won't risk this dress ripping.]
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Still. For all there'd been a true flash of irritation (one limitation, she'd had one limitation and he'd still pushed past it, damn it Bigby), she isn't upset. Rosalind shudders as he finishes, her eyes a little glazed as they open once more. She can't deny this is a turn-on, leaving her cunt wet and aching, throbbing and demanding the attention it hasn't gotten all night as she licks her lips. It only gets worse as he grabs her jaw and demands that.
Because, see, an order like that? Goes straight down to her core, pressing almost every button she has. There's times (many times) when she delights in being bossy and dominant, getting men to beg for her as they're on their knees, eating her out once, twice, before she even thinks of putting her mouth on them. But there's other times, times that she never really acknowledges, where she wants nothing more than to have it like this: submissive and hungry for it, wrecked and ruined even as she's good.
She knows why. She knows precisely why. She knows it's a result of holding herself up so tightly all the time, demanding perfection in herself, always sharply cutting others down so that she can stay in charge. It's exhausting, and it's as necessary to her as breathing, which is why it's so nice to do nothing but give in to someone.
Add to the fact that someone is Bigby Wolf, who's naturally eager to dominate and wreck, and Rosalind knows this isn't going to be the last time she's submitting to him.
At least she can always fight him for dominance at the start.
Anyway.
Her mouth drops open pliantly, tongue slipping out as it had before, fingers clenching at her sides as she feels his come drip down her her face. Over her cheeks, her lips, coating her tongue and leaving her looking a wreck. If his intent had been to claim her, he's certainly succeeded.
It's hard to talk with his thumb in her mouth, and so Rosalind (for once) doesn't bother. Just kneels there, letting him look at how he'd ruined her. But far be it for her to be entirely still; her hand reaches behind her, tugging at the zip on her dress.
He's proved he has no problem simply diving under her clothes to eat her out, but she wants to watch. Besides: she won't risk this dress ripping.]