Day 6: Sun Sign | accidental video
[The scene before the camera is a decidedly peaceful one; a familiar asthmatic wizard is curled up on the couch with a book as always, with a cup of tea resting on the endtable, and a cat perched just beside her head. Everything was as it should be, yes?
...well, except... the aforementioned wizard was making a decidedly bizarre face, an unorthodox mixture of concentration, disinterest, and consternation, topped off by a faint blush; if you're confused by that description, don't worry, because it confuses the lady that's making it even more.
Just what the fuck was she reading, that her feelings would be so conflicted?
Fortunately, she's reading aloud - presumably to the cat - so let's have a listen!]
-caressing my tongue down her stomach, her muscles flinched at my delicate touch. I checked her hands to make sure she hadn't broken free of her bonds. "You're so good," I whispered and then bit her belly. Hard.
...'good'?
[Patchouli's expression grew noticeably more irritated, as she interrupts the performance for a bout of grumbling.]
She's not done anything; by what measure could she possibly be considered 'good'? What has she done to earn such an appraisal?
[She fixed Orreries with an inquiring look, and, for just a moment, it looked like he might actually explain the STUPID STUPID DUMB line.
...but then he just meows, and she returns to reading; well, that was anticlimactic.]
"Huh ha." She moaned through the knotted invader in her mouth as she squirmed under me.
My tongue found her curly pubic hair and I smelled the irresistible sweet scents that belong to her. I slipped my tongue past her soft clump of fur and flicked her clit. She raised her hips to meet me, and I pulled away, moving my tongue back up the same path I had followed down--up her stomach, past her chest and up to her neck. Frustrated, she dropped her hips on the mattress. I slowly rubbed my wet pussy against hers, teasing her with my fingertips and gently kissing her neck. Nuzzling into her neck, I continued the deliberate tease feeling her nub swell underneath my fingers.
[She heaves a sigh, and turns to the cat once more.]
...this is utter tripe. Embarrassing though it might be... perhaps observing those two is the only effective way to learn. Unlike that idiot child, they actually deserve to be called 'good'... and it would mean abandoning this refuse, as a bonus.
[She starts to close the book... but Orreries is having none of that. He slaps the book with one paw, and gives the woman a ferocious meow.
Patchouli just stares at him a moment, startled; after all, she'd not previously heard of any particular affinity between housecats and lesbian vampire porn, but. Well. SOMEONE had to discover it.
She gives him a compliant nod, and opens the book once more... but, mercifully, the feed chooses that moment to cut out, sparing observers from any more quotes.]
[ooc: Quotes are from Cheating Death by Annie Alvarez.]
...well, except... the aforementioned wizard was making a decidedly bizarre face, an unorthodox mixture of concentration, disinterest, and consternation, topped off by a faint blush; if you're confused by that description, don't worry, because it confuses the lady that's making it even more.
Just what the fuck was she reading, that her feelings would be so conflicted?
Fortunately, she's reading aloud - presumably to the cat - so let's have a listen!]
-caressing my tongue down her stomach, her muscles flinched at my delicate touch. I checked her hands to make sure she hadn't broken free of her bonds. "You're so good," I whispered and then bit her belly. Hard.
...'good'?
[Patchouli's expression grew noticeably more irritated, as she interrupts the performance for a bout of grumbling.]
She's not done anything; by what measure could she possibly be considered 'good'? What has she done to earn such an appraisal?
[She fixed Orreries with an inquiring look, and, for just a moment, it looked like he might actually explain the STUPID STUPID DUMB line.
...but then he just meows, and she returns to reading; well, that was anticlimactic.]
"Huh ha." She moaned through the knotted invader in her mouth as she squirmed under me.
My tongue found her curly pubic hair and I smelled the irresistible sweet scents that belong to her. I slipped my tongue past her soft clump of fur and flicked her clit. She raised her hips to meet me, and I pulled away, moving my tongue back up the same path I had followed down--up her stomach, past her chest and up to her neck. Frustrated, she dropped her hips on the mattress. I slowly rubbed my wet pussy against hers, teasing her with my fingertips and gently kissing her neck. Nuzzling into her neck, I continued the deliberate tease feeling her nub swell underneath my fingers.
[She heaves a sigh, and turns to the cat once more.]
...this is utter tripe. Embarrassing though it might be... perhaps observing those two is the only effective way to learn. Unlike that idiot child, they actually deserve to be called 'good'... and it would mean abandoning this refuse, as a bonus.
[She starts to close the book... but Orreries is having none of that. He slaps the book with one paw, and gives the woman a ferocious meow.
Patchouli just stares at him a moment, startled; after all, she'd not previously heard of any particular affinity between housecats and lesbian vampire porn, but. Well. SOMEONE had to discover it.
She gives him a compliant nod, and opens the book once more... but, mercifully, the feed chooses that moment to cut out, sparing observers from any more quotes.]
[ooc: Quotes are from Cheating Death by Annie Alvarez.]