M A D E .. f o r .. Y O U (heartshapedlocket)

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Alainn's lips parted, her tongue darting out, teeth lightly playing along Emi's bottom lip.

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Her breath left her lips in a gentle sigh, pulling Alainn closer. Her hand stroked down her bare back, stopping just above her buttocks, on the small of her back.

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Alainn gave a quiet moan, her chest swelling with her breathing. Almost all of her was sensitive, which might be hard to believe. Not many people had taken the time to touch her. Most had just used her. "Emi."

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"Yes?" Emi had pulled from the kiss to speak, though her voice was still slightly muffled. Her fingers stroked patterns over her back.

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Alainn blushed. "I want... I want to touch you."

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"Silly girl," Emi pressed a sweet, gentle kiss to her lips, "You don't need to ask or anything. I wouldn't be here in this bed if I didn't want you to touch me."

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"Then lay back for me." Her voice was soft, breathy.

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The demoness crawled so that her head was on the pillow and turned on her back, gazing up at Alainn with lidded brown eyes, "Where do you want to touch me, little Fey?"

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"Everywhere." Her voice was low, her wings fluttering out to stroke Emi's skin, her flesh, the rise of her breasts. She lowered her head and nibbled on Emi's earlobe. "I'm going to mark this milky skin. Do you mind?"

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"No, not at all," Emi ran her fingers through Alainn's long hair, curling it around her fingers, "I like marks. I like biting. I can't help it."

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She offered the throbbing pulse in her neck as she attacked the spot under her lover's earlobe, the full length of her body pressed lightly, so lightly, against Emi's. She marked the spot under her ear - hardly noticeable - and moved to her neck, her collarbone, leaving a clear trail of marks in her wake. She finally reached the rise of Emi's breasts, her eyes peeking out at her lover through thick brown eyelashes.

"May I?" Her accent was thick, voice low, almost harsh.

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Emi's toes curled as Alainn made her way down her neck. Fingers clenched and unclenched, and she smiled, wetting her lower lip with the tip of her tongue, "Please," she murmured, nodding quickly.

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She smiled, quick, feral, seductive. She lowered her lips, tongue running against her breast, the swell of it. She didn't touch the nipple - oh, no. She would tease, stroke her, nibble on her until Alainn was content. She shuddered, a delicate move, nibbling lightly on the skin of her breast. "Mm, how do you like a tease?"

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Emi's legs curled up some, closer to her body, Alainn cradled between them, "God," It was funny that a demon would actually use the Lord's name in this situation, "I don't care. Tease me all you, however you want. Just touch me."

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Done teasing.
She captured Emi's nipple between her teeth in an almost savage move, her body crushing lower, forcing herself closer to Emi. God, their skin rubbing together made a slick, wonderful noise echo around the room. Her breath hissed between her lips, through her teeth, over Emi's nipple, tongue flicking out and soothing the nipple, throbbing and red on the creaminess of Emi's skin. She lapped at the skin around the nipple, occasionally over the nipple itself, curling around the sides and undersides of her breasts.

Alainn was supporting her own weight, hands braced on the bed.
Her voice was almost serious, but the seductive hint in it showed her desire.
"How did that feel?"

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Emi's legs squeezed Alainn tightly, her back arching off the bed. She twisted her hands in the sheets and clenched her teeth, canines lengthening into sharp points.

When Alainn stopped, her chest was heaving with her breaths, "I couldn't even begin to describe it," Emi moaned, looking at her steadily.

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"Shall I do more to you, or can you not handle it?"

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"Of course I can handle it," Emi purred, her legs bringing Alainn closer.

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"Don't be so sure, Emi." Her head lowered again, tongue flicking out in a sure, wet trail between Emi's breasts, slowly down her stomach, circling her belly button, hovering there, asking if she could.

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Emi curled her fingers in her hair, quiet moans slipping from her lips, "Yes, please, yes," she murmured, combing through her hair quickly.