Private Tales Your Money or Your Life

A private roleplay only for those invited by the first writer
Her mouth roved to his jaw, replacing the softness of her hand and left kisses in trails that led down his jaw before dipping towards his jugular. Lyria's lips moved to the side of his neck before grazing her teeth and bit him gently. "Are you baiting me?" Her voice was low, taking a low resonance as she let the question hang there for a second before taking his earlobe between lips and teeth. "Allow me to show you what I have learned..."

Pushing with one leg, Lyria clutched him as she rolled them both along the grass.

She settled above him, grinning down at the elven male. "You best keep quiet if you do not want your men to hear you being pleasured."

And with that, Lyria moved both hands to unclasp her cloak and toss it aside.
 
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