As usual, it seemed that she had managed to talk her way through the science nonsense without revealing herself to be an entire fraud. Thank goodness for that fey-gifted charisma of hers.
She hadn't expected Ianthe to simply doff her clothing as they weren't in a hub filled with other people. The boldness of it was shocking to Peony even against the background of casual depravity around them. But the warmth in her stomach reassured her that this was okay, encouraged even, no it was downright perfect. Ianthe was used to this and was acting as a model submissive; making it easier for her to carve out her authority. A positive behaviour that deserves a positive reward.
The thought didn't even cross the nymph's mind as to how unlike herself that train of thinking was.
The difference between their heights was a challenge. It wouldn't be becoming to sit up on the table to kiss Ianthe; no, she couldn't do all the work here. Peony's idle fingers on the chain wrapped the length around her palm and fingers, closing it and reeling the taller woman in and down to her level. A hand went to her hip as Peony turned them as if leading in a dance so that Ianthe's rear was pressed hard against the table and she could slip a leg between her thighs, hips flush against hers. It did mean that Ianthe had the choice of bending her knees to suit the pull on her collar or rest more heavily into Peony.
Yes, she had to remain untouched. But she was far from innocent. "You didn't say please, Ianthe." Peony whispered, lips a bare breath from hers. "You must say please when making requests. Try again."
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She hadn't expected Ianthe to simply doff her clothing as they weren't in a hub filled with other people. The boldness of it was shocking to Peony even against the background of casual depravity around them. But the warmth in her stomach reassured her that this was okay, encouraged even, no it was downright perfect. Ianthe was used to this and was acting as a model submissive; making it easier for her to carve out her authority. A positive behaviour that deserves a positive reward.
The thought didn't even cross the nymph's mind as to how unlike herself that train of thinking was.
The difference between their heights was a challenge. It wouldn't be becoming to sit up on the table to kiss Ianthe; no, she couldn't do all the work here. Peony's idle fingers on the chain wrapped the length around her palm and fingers, closing it and reeling the taller woman in and down to her level. A hand went to her hip as Peony turned them as if leading in a dance so that Ianthe's rear was pressed hard against the table and she could slip a leg between her thighs, hips flush against hers. It did mean that Ianthe had the choice of bending her knees to suit the pull on her collar or rest more heavily into Peony.
Yes, she had to remain untouched. But she was far from innocent. "You didn't say please, Ianthe." Peony whispered, lips a bare breath from hers. "You must say please when making requests. Try again."