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Brynhild Ingouf (brynhild_ingouf) wrote in entrywaythreads,

She didn't resist his pull, both the physical or the hormonal. Enough so that she eased off her seat and stepped closer, once their lips met. A soft little purred groan slipped into the kiss. Bryn slipped her hands onto his knees.

By the gods did he feel good, warm and natural... She hoped her own was not to far off, other than the fangs of course. She did her very best not to knick him, because while she liked his taste, the honey mead beneath that was all him. It had been a long, long, time since she'd felt anyone's lips on her own. And yet she didn't have the slightest urge to break from it.

Then she remembered breathing might be an issue, and slowly, very slowly, she parted her lips from his. "It's been over a thousand years since I needed to, but, somewhere in my wonderfully fogged and distracted mind, I remembered you might need to breathe." While she did part her lips, she didn't move away from him.