#peek at lil lovebites

[yeahiguess3232]

Darryl only smokes second-hand.

[faebhaal]

@spiderwarden || 31. A kiss to the inner thigh

In the dark of night the only light that illuminates their part of the shared tavern quarters is the moon peeking in from the window and a couple of candles

She should be focusing on other things; thinking about the plans to come, including well deserved revenge. Yet at the moment all her attention is on her lover.

Between nightshade thighs Ithaca rests, kissing and kneading whatever bit of flesh she can while Minthara sits at the rather simple vanity. There's a particular scar that she pays extra attention to; a lil lick and a soft nibble. Higher and higher she works her way up.

There's a pause as Ithaca rests her head in her love's lap, staring up at Minthara in adoration to watch as she brushes out snowy, gossamer locks. Her daze caused by the beauty of the other doesn't last long. No, Ithaca snaps out of it, the hunger rearing it's head. She grabs at the drow's legs, bringing them to rest upon freckled shoulders, arms wrapping around them to help keep balance and to spread them further apart.

Kisses, licks, lovebites --- the trail she originally started across thighs is retraced but gone further this time. The anticipation of what was to come tightening the coil in her lower stomach. Ithaca spares one last playful glance up at her dearest, lasting mere seconds, before burying her face in the most coveted of treasures.