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The Riley Revelry
"Does it feel good?"
The words bathed Riley's delicate ear as the question hung in the air.
She was in that familiar bedroom again, the den of the sinuous Siren, though this time she stood on the outside of the dark diaphanous curtains veiling the altar of lust that was Aolani's glorious bed. She could make out movement within the curtains, though the distance between her and the bed made them nothing more than floating silhouettes.
"I was hoping that you'd join me." The sentiment spoken through the sheer material along with the appearance of an overtly naked female form, bare breasts pressing indents into the transparent fabric as hands reached forward in desperation of Riley's touch. The space between was too great, leaving slender feminine fingers to grasp futilely at empty air.
It was Aolani's voice, there was no doubt of that - the torrid suggestion of celestial harmonics unmistakable. Riley took a step forward, and then another, swallowing hard as she moved toward the bed. The surge of arousal that expanded outward from her deepest core could not be denied as it deluged through supple limps.
The touch of a soft hand upon her sloped shoulder brought her propulsion to an end. Had this not been a dream - and Riley was certain that it was - she would have spun with surprise, surrendering to instinct as the Cat came to the forefront. Though instead, here upon the dreamscape, the realm of sinners and Succubi, she merely stopped and froze, an ache forming beneath the foreign hand's rest, needing more.
Long legs brought the Lady of the Shaitan slowly around her, the bend of a knee and click of a heel putting each succulent stride on display. "I was hoping..." Eyes of feral emerald shifted to the bed for a glance and then back, the rest of the statement spoken without words.
Again Riley swallowed, though this time she was swallowing back the raspy moan that sought escape at the thought of the bed, the Siren, and being entwined upon - and inside - of both.
A tender hum purged plush lips as Aolani witnessed the emergence of desire inside caramel pools, the sight of Riley's prurience causing a quiver to explore the curvaceous lengths of her otherworldly body from head to toe. She stepped away, drawing the static touch of her hand to set into motion, gliding opulent fingertips along the bare flesh of Riley's shoulder and down along the collarbone, almost ...almost...grazing the delicious swell of cleavage offered up by the low-cut d?colletage.
Another pulse of enticement shot through Riley, both at the touch's glissading nearness, and then in protest of its departure. The war between desire and resistance was starting to shift fully toward the former.
The Riley Revelry
"Does it feel good?"
The words bathed Riley's delicate ear as the question hung in the air.
She was in that familiar bedroom again, the den of the sinuous Siren, though this time she stood on the outside of the dark diaphanous curtains veiling the altar of lust that was Aolani's glorious bed. She could make out movement within the curtains, though the distance between her and the bed made them nothing more than floating silhouettes.
"I was hoping that you'd join me." The sentiment spoken through the sheer material along with the appearance of an overtly naked female form, bare breasts pressing indents into the transparent fabric as hands reached forward in desperation of Riley's touch. The space between was too great, leaving slender feminine fingers to grasp futilely at empty air.
It was Aolani's voice, there was no doubt of that - the torrid suggestion of celestial harmonics unmistakable. Riley took a step forward, and then another, swallowing hard as she moved toward the bed. The surge of arousal that expanded outward from her deepest core could not be denied as it deluged through supple limps.
The touch of a soft hand upon her sloped shoulder brought her propulsion to an end. Had this not been a dream - and Riley was certain that it was - she would have spun with surprise, surrendering to instinct as the Cat came to the forefront. Though instead, here upon the dreamscape, the realm of sinners and Succubi, she merely stopped and froze, an ache forming beneath the foreign hand's rest, needing more.
Long legs brought the Lady of the Shaitan slowly around her, the bend of a knee and click of a heel putting each succulent stride on display. "I was hoping..." Eyes of feral emerald shifted to the bed for a glance and then back, the rest of the statement spoken without words.
Again Riley swallowed, though this time she was swallowing back the raspy moan that sought escape at the thought of the bed, the Siren, and being entwined upon - and inside - of both.
A tender hum purged plush lips as Aolani witnessed the emergence of desire inside caramel pools, the sight of Riley's prurience causing a quiver to explore the curvaceous lengths of her otherworldly body from head to toe. She stepped away, drawing the static touch of her hand to set into motion, gliding opulent fingertips along the bare flesh of Riley's shoulder and down along the collarbone, almost ...almost...grazing the delicious swell of cleavage offered up by the low-cut d?colletage.
Another pulse of enticement shot through Riley, both at the touch's glissading nearness, and then in protest of its departure. The war between desire and resistance was starting to shift fully toward the former.