Ianthe was wise to pull back as Peony's snapped in a neat bite in response to the unexpected kiss.
"We can waste time boring you senseless with the detailed clauses and intricacies on the limitations of my vow of chastity or I can make you come. I know which I prefer." She had gingerly tested the line many times but in truth, Peony wasn't sure what the snapping point was. Each time she dared to dip her toe into deeper waters, she had found her magic still yet complete and no sign of her patron's wrath at a wayward warlock.
So many people were flesh but Ianthe seemed to be steel - unflappable in the face of what should be shocking and provocative. Peony made a silent promise to herself at that moment that until she was rescued from this demi-plane, she would dedicate her efforts to vexing this smug monument of a woman. "Oh, I think it would take a good deal more than a few kisses and some suggestions to make you weak at the knees. A Great Oak is never felled by one swing of the axe."
As much as Peony was revelling in the unresolved tension of their impasse, there was a strange demand in her to take Ianthe apart and leave marks, bruises and bites behind so that she wasn't easily forgotten. And in an extremely rare feat of her meagre strength, she put her hand on Ianthe's hip and thigh, lifting her up to sit on the table, disconnecting her chain from her cuff. "Do make yourself comfortable, my lady."
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"We can waste time boring you senseless with the detailed clauses and intricacies on the limitations of my vow of chastity or I can make you come. I know which I prefer." She had gingerly tested the line many times but in truth, Peony wasn't sure what the snapping point was. Each time she dared to dip her toe into deeper waters, she had found her magic still yet complete and no sign of her patron's wrath at a wayward warlock.
So many people were flesh but Ianthe seemed to be steel - unflappable in the face of what should be shocking and provocative. Peony made a silent promise to herself at that moment that until she was rescued from this demi-plane, she would dedicate her efforts to vexing this smug monument of a woman. "Oh, I think it would take a good deal more than a few kisses and some suggestions to make you weak at the knees. A Great Oak is never felled by one swing of the axe."
As much as Peony was revelling in the unresolved tension of their impasse, there was a strange demand in her to take Ianthe apart and leave marks, bruises and bites behind so that she wasn't easily forgotten. And in an extremely rare feat of her meagre strength, she put her hand on Ianthe's hip and thigh, lifting her up to sit on the table, disconnecting her chain from her cuff. "Do make yourself comfortable, my lady."