Ella’s breathing hadn’t escaped her, so Kaczor knew she had felt it just as much. They had both wanted that kiss, and so when the next opportunity arose, Kaczor was going to take it. But for now, they had a garden to tour, and Kaczor was having a good time letting her thumb trace over Ella’s fingers as they held hands along the way. [q]They are rather large, but we won’t do the labyrinth today, no need to push ourselves into getting lost on our first time out.[q]
But already her mind was racing ahead to that kiss, what it would feel like, to just draw that lower lips between her own teeth and nibble it gently before checking to see if it was alright to deepen that kiss. Kaczor was happy that Ella had agreed to come to the townhouse for the evening, and hopefully from there on out. It would do them good to live together in the week heading up to the wedding, it would be easier for the both of them that way. [q]And that leaves some to be explored at a later time. And the gallery is on the other side of the side garden here, so we would be heading this way anyway.[q]
She did slow their walk, even if her thumb still moved over the back of Ella’s hand, gently, creating connection with that touch. She wanted things between them comfortable. [q]Do you need to rest for a little while, we can sit here in the garden in the gazebo, it’s covered with roses and no one would be able to see us from the house if anyone were to look out.[q] Kaczor knew that for a fact, a story he’d one day tell his fiancee, but for now she wanted to forget the fumblings of youth and how easily she had cum from just a hand on her. She had more experience now, and would make sure to cater to Ella’s wants and desires in that department. She was a giver, after all, of time, of energy, of love. It was her way to show affection, giving herself to others. [q]I can also sent the butler to get us some wine if you feel you need to fortify yourself before dinner.[q]
It was confusing, the way she was reacting to Kazcor's presence. She's never cared much for men nor women, even when in close quarters while serving no-one had interested her or gotten a reaction. [q]Labyrinth?[q] She whispered, grinning at the knowledge that somewhere in these gardens was a maze. She'd always enjoyed puzzles.
And then, Kac was talking about how they could take a rest, she took careful care as the phrase: 'no-one would be able to see us from the house if anyone were to look out,' Her mind wandered back to how close they'd been, to how Kazcor was tracing her thumb along Ella's hand now... And she giggled softly, nodding in agreement. [q]Wine would... be really nice. I do not think my father will appreciate my things being moved without his permission.[q] She chewed her lip, and shrugged.
[q]But... the only permission I need is yours, since we're to be wed now.[q] She confirmed, with a bright smile. She was already thinking how she might get her father to drop this idea that he could topple the Tilani's with her help. She'd never been committed to the idea, after all.
[q]Benson! Wine, delivered to the gazebo please. The moscato, I have a feeling my wife likes sweet and bubbly, and if not, I’ll send for something else![q] Kac called over her shoulder as she smiled to Ella, and steadily drew her along to the gazebo. [q]We’ll hide out here till dinner time or you’re ready to do something else, just us.[q] Of course, it would be nice to have some kisses too, but Kaczor could wait. Tonight she knew what would happen when she went to bed, there would be a quick rush to touch herself to think about those kisses, but that’s where she would leave it. At kisses, and her own hand. Until Ella said otherwise.
She was completely smitten. She knew it. These few short hours together had felt like ages already, and the comfort that was in Ella’s presence was refreshing. Freeing. [q]No, dearest, the only permission you need is your own. I won’t own you, unless you like that sort of thing and want me too, and in that case I can get a cute little day collar made for you down at the jewelers, but you own yourself, my dear wife.[q]
Kaczor wondered if Ella had ever had autonomy before, the way it was said, the way she said that her father would be unhappy. [q]And besides which, if he argues at the dinner table in front of his to be in-laws it makes him look even worse. And for our families, appearances are everything. It’s why your step-mother wants the pageantry of a large wedding, why your father won’t make a scene in front of my mother and father, and I won’t let him take you away to yell at you in private. He’s a man, he seems like the type to yell…. If I’ve read you right. Tell me if I’m wrong.[q]
When they made the gazebo, Kaczor backed down into one of the seats and then gently tugged at Ella’s hand. [q]I’m afraid I took the only seat, but you can sit on me if you like..[q]
Back was the teasing, like before. Kaczor was unsure if it was unwanted, so she was making some overt gestures to make sure that her flirting was wanted, was okay, and then backing off, to read the body language, to listen to the words. Had Kaczor been anyone else, a man for instance, she might have just taken the initiative and kissed earlier, or absolutely pulled Ella down into her lap, just to feel ownership, possession. And while Kaczor was a possessive person, she was always checking in to make sure that her partner was still enthusiastically on board with the consent. [q]I promise I won’t bite. Yet. Again, jokes, unless you do like that sort of thing..[q]
She was trying to lighten the mood with her poor flirting skills, to give them something to think about that was more light hearted that the anger of a bad man, or the machinations of an evil step-mother.
Ella giggled, giddy and nervous as she was drawn towards the gazebo, and the butler was asked to bring wine. And before the last blush had left her cheeks, Kac had summoned another with the use of the word wife to describe her. And then, Kac was teasing her, offering to make a day collar for her if she was into that. And there was that word again.
Wife.
And she was giddy, and blushing furiously. But she wasn't uncomfortable... just, unused to this kind of attention. Kaczor spoke about her father, and she shifted her weight from foot-to-foot as they entered the gazebo. [q]Mmm, you're not wrong about my father.[q] She was, but Ella wasn't ready to say that. To admit that there were secrets she was hiding.
Even if she didn't want to spy on the Tilani's for her father, she needed to stay in his good graces long enough to actually marry out of her own family.
And then, she was chuckling, dark eyes studying the woman in front of her, as Kaczor tugged her hand and declared teasingly that she'd taken the only seat. [q]You're silly,[q] Ella murmured, as she took the offer to settle onto Kac's lap. Too timid to say yes, but too curious to say no...
Nobody could see them, she reminded herself. So it was okay. It wasn't like she was unchaperoned with a man. And it was even more okay because they'd be wed soon.
Kaczor didn't seem the type to follow the traditional rules of keeping a chaperone while out with ones betrothed. She wasn't going to push the issue.
[q]Mmm, I suppose you'll do.[q] She teased, adjusting herself so that she could see Kac's face, back to the entrance of the gazebo. [q]If you're trying to suss out my proclivities, you're sadly misguided.[q] Ella stated, as she toyed with Kac's fingers, still holding one of her hands.
[q]I've never... father says that virgins receive a higher bride price.[q] She shrugged, as if it were just information and nothing important. She didn't even know what her dowry was. And she wasn't too sure if there was a bride price or another dowry from her wife-to-be's family. All of these logistics, she'd never been taught about outside of the baremost basics.
[q]Whatever your bride price is I’m sure it’s already been paid, just like your dowry has most likely already transferred accounts. I’ll be making you your own account with access to your own funds as soon as possible. I will not keep your money. It’s yours and you should spend it, or not, as you see fit. Since we’re not a very.. Traditional marriage, I will insist on my role being more along the lines of the groom when it comes to finances. We will spend my money together, but what you bring into our marriage is yours, in case you ever wish to leave me, and you will never need ask me for money for anything you want.[q] It was something serious for her, that Ella’s money remain her own. Kaczor was well off without a dowry, and she was certain Ella’s father had demanded an outrageous bride price, as it was with certain families. She would fight hard to make sure all that money went to Ella, or she’s make sure to sabotage Ella’s father getting paid at all. They didn’t have a chaperone there with them after all.
But the wine was delivered soon enough, and as the butler went off, Kac made sure they were alone again. [q]And your experience, or lack there of, isn’t something I would hold against you. I’ve.. lead a rather promiscuous life before now, with both men and women, I tend to like women more though, men are.. For lack of a better way to describe them, brutes who have no idea how to not bash about like idiots. They lack the patience, and skill needed to truly satisfy a woman, let alone make one very happy with the endeavor. So when you’re ready, you need only ask, and I will make sure you never think about anyone else but me sharing your bed.[q]
Kac lifted one of the glasses of sparkling wine to her to-be-wife, and then raises the other, tapping it against Ella’s glass, before taking a drink, her free hand on Ella’s lower back as she watched the smaller woman’s face. Gods she was… Kaczor needed to stop thinking about it. Because if he didn’t he was going to scare his wife. And she didn’t want that, not yet. Let her pretend a little while longer that when Ella learned her secret she wasn’t going to go running away. She paused, as she set the glass aside, her eyes on Ella’s lips again. [q]And if you never want me to share your bed, then we’ll deal with that when it comes time as well, but my offer still stands, my lady wife. If you want romantic love, I will woo you, if you want just the love of two people raising children together, I will give you that, if you want the love of family, without sexual need, I will do my best to give you that as well. I won’t lie and tell you if you don’t want a sexual relationship with me, that I will be faithful. I will seek out a lover, to sate my sexual needs, but they would never be in our house, around our children, or near you. But I will say now, if you tell me to wait, for you to be ready I will wait until you say you want me.[q]
Her voice had lowered, as she drew nearer to Ella in that moment, getting ready to take Ella’s glass from her, so she could move in for a kiss. She’d never been so certain that she wanted to kiss someone, as much as she wanted to kiss Ella right then and there. [q]I’m going to kiss you, Ella. Say no, if you don’t want to..[q]
Was Kaczor aware that her father and Ella’s father were heading that way. She was, as she could see the two men making their way towards the gazebo, and Kaczor realized it must be much later than they were aware, and they were being gathered for dinner. And so when she found no voiced no, Kaczor hooked Ella under the chin, and let her lips slide over the smaller woman’s, tilting her back some in her lap, so that Kac could lazily feed upon those lips in the moment, her eyes going to the entry way of the gazebo as Ella’s father appeared.
She shifted her hips, knowing that being watched in that moment would have her hard, and pressing into Ella’s behind fast, and that wouldn’t do. But she felt Ella’s father’s gaze the entire time, before breaking the kiss and helping Ella back upright.
The threat had been made. And Kaczor was certain it had been heard loud and clear.
Novella had sat stiff, at first, but the longer she was seated on Kaczor's lap, the more relaxed she became. And as Kaczor described the fact she was ensuring Ella had her own bank account, her own money... well, the best word for this was gay panic. Kaczor wanted the more traditional role of groom in the marriage, they would spend her money and not Ella's... Ella hadn't considered whether she had any money to her name, until this moment. She probably didn't.
Except Kaczor said she would. And she had been paid for her time with the military... but she was pretty sure her father had taken that. Nevertheless, wine soon arrived and a new topic chosen.
[q]Oh...[q] She nodded, attentively as Kaczor described her promiscuous lifestyle in her young years, and she chuckled quietly as the other woman described men as brutes. She'd seen many brutes in the military, had avoided many encounters. Timid and shy, she'd stuck close to the higher-ups, who ensured she'd stayed quite safe.
[q]Okay.[q] She nodded again, in understanding. And Kac said she wasn't a kind woman... Ella accepted her glass of wine, sipping from it deeply. Anything to calm her nerves. It was absolutely improper, what they were doing, and... she liked her fiancee, even though she shouldn't.
Kaczor addressed the ideals of sharing a bed again; and stated that she would seek out other partners, if Ella chose not to share a bed with her. And Ella nodded again, slowly, trying to decipher how those words made her feel. She was confused, she felt relief and... she wasn't sure what else.
She doesn't have long to think about the feelings that statement left her with, because Kac's given her warning that she'll kiss her—and she doesn't say no, the only sound to leave her lips is a quiet gasp...
And then she was being leaned back, Kaczor's arms kept her from toppling out of her lap. It took Ella a second, to process what was happening. And when she responded, returning the kiss. And when she was returned upright, she realized her father was there.
And so was the Tilani patriarch.
And she flushed, hiding her face against Kaczor's shoulder, for just a moment. Before she moved to stand, flustered and almost tripping, still holding her wine glass in one hand. Her lipstick smeared, she curtsied to the men, anxious and uncertain of what to expect.
Mostly from her father.
Who was glaring, his face flushed with anger. But he wasn't glaring at her. No, his gaze was fixed on Kazcor, and Ella flinched at the intensity of the man's glare. [q]D... dinner, right.[q] She whispered, clearing her throat as she tried to calm herself down.
All she could hear was the rush of her heart in her ears.
She kept her hands on Ella until she was steady, and then rose slowly behind her, keeping an arm around her. She never broke the glare, in fact, if she could, Kaczor was raised up to her full imposing height in that moment, shoulders back, and the smeared lipstick on her lips, Ella’s lipstick, not her own, she didn’t wear lipstick, but she would gladly wear Ella’s no matter where she decided to leave it. [q]It’s alright, my dearest, we don’t need to rush, we can take a moment back in the house to prepare for dinner.[q]
She still hadn’t broken the other man’s gaze, because Kaczor knew that that glare was. Her father had told him that Kaczor had been born a male. Oh that must smart, to know he could have had the [q]traditional[q] over-blown theatrics of a nearly royal wedding for his [q]toy[q]. Well, Kaczor was making certain the man never had any claim to her ever again. [q]Ella and I have decided that a week from today will be the wedding. We’re going to be taking up residence in my townhome immediately. I’ve already sent my household to yours, father,[q] she said to Ella’s father, sweetly, but the smile never reached her eyes. [q]To pack up her belonging and bring them to our home. No sense in us prolonging the move, and it will let us get to know one another much much better over the coming week. Give Ella time to decide if she really wants me or not.[q]
She could already tell her father was on cloud nine, a step behind the other man. Obviously her patriarch saw nothing wrong with a little kissing in the gazebo between two fiancees. It’s not like they had been caught in flagrante delicto, Kaczor’s pants were still on, and that was a sight better than her father had caught her in in the past. Besides, he was certain Kaczor knew the importance of not messing up a girls chances of a potential match if they didn’t work out with one another. But that looked like it was an unfounded fear. Things seemed to be on a good track.
[q]I remember I had a hard time not kissing your mother when our engagement was announced.[q] Kac’s father teased. [q]Now, if you ladies would like to join us back in the house, dinner will be in thirty minutes.[q]
[q]Good, that’s enough time for Ella and I to get cleaned up, and perhaps sneak a peak in the Gallery. We hadn’t made it that far yet.[q] She reached down, for Ella’s hand, slotting her fingers with Ella’s. [q]Are you ready, my wife?[q]
Kaczor was like a shield; that arm around her steadied her and then it stayed. And she glanced upwards, at the pet name, ears burning even worse when she noticed her lipstick smeared across Kac's lips.
And the other woman wasn't fazed. And she though Kac was smiling, it wasn't the smile that Ella most enjoyed. It was easy to pick up when Kaczor would rather be anywhere else... In just a few hours, she'd learned one of the most important tells that she'd need for her future-wife.
Kaczor's father looked elated, and she couldn't help but smile down at her feet. He didn't look surprised, though, and then he teased them and Ella shifted her weight, foot-to-foot, leaning into Kaczor for a moment.
[q]Uh... huh.[q] A paused agreement, that she was ready. But she glanced at the wine glass in her hand, and brought it to her mouth, finishing it in just a few swallows. And after that her gaze wandered to their hands, interlocked once more.
And it felt... good. To be touched like that. [q]Ye... yes.[q] A proper agreement, and she straightened, trying her best not to cower at her father's glare as it shifted towards her. As if she should know why this match suddenly wasn't suitable.
[q]Good, Benton, bring more moscato to the Gallery, my wife and I are going to go freshen up, and then we’ll tour the Gallery on our way into the dining room.[q] Kaczor pulled Ella along, making sure to keep her father well away from her. Kaczor would be a shield if needs be, and he would immediately kill the man if he tried and touch his wife every again. Her hand on Ella’s felt calming, reassuring that this was destined to be. Something about it made it feel right. Like this was right. They were right.
It helped that she got to be an absolute asshole to her dad too. The man looked like he had sucked on a sour lemon, and it had been all she needed to be even more arrogant than she normally was. It was good that she was getting Ella away from the man. No doubt he would try and take out some of that arrogance on her, but it was so hard not to be so possessive of her, already. She was the first suitor that had mattered to Kaczor. And the only one that matter to her now. She didn’t bother to stop until they were in the gallery, standing next to a statue of a rather well endowed male, naked, and flexing in vigor.
[q]Ella I’m sorry if that was untoward, but I’m going to kiss you again before we go to dinner, and I will kiss you again before this day is over. Now that I’ve had a taste of your lips, I can’t seem to take my mind off them, and I find myself wanting them for myself, and myself only.[q] She gently pinned her wife to the wall there, making sure to leave more than ample amount of space for her to flee if needed, but she gently brought their clasped hands up, pressing a kiss to Ella’s knuckled as she held the other woman’s gaze. [q]Say a word and I’ll stop. I know what consent is, and I will never do anything to you I don’t think you’re enthusiastically on board for. You will never need to know fear of me, nor that man again. I swear this to you. It will be my wedding gift to you. You are a Tilani now, until the day you choose not to be. And that means you fall under my protection, until you choose otherwise. When we go into that dining room, you’re already mine and I yours, you are Tilani, and he is no one to be afraid of any longer.[q]
She took their joined hands and held them above Ella’s head there, leaning back in for a kiss. [q]Say stop and we’ll stop at any time.[q]
Kazcor kept herself between Ella and her father, and that helped ease any fear of the man grabbing her. They didn't stop walking until they stood in the gallery, next to... a very, well-endowed male. And Ella flushed at the fact the statue was naked. She didn't have a chance to look any further, because her fiancee was telling her exactly what was going to happen, as she carefully pinned her to the wall, between the statute and a family portrait.
Her cheeks darkened, at such a declaration; the other woman wanted to kiss her because she couldn't stop thinking about the taste of her lips— The realization that perhaps she had truly bewitched this woman was at the forefront of her mind...
A kiss was pressed to her knuckle, and Ella couldn't look away from Kazcor. On one hand, to the left that statute... and on the other hand, her fiancee was... enrapturing, at this moment. Making sweet promises. Ella was certain that's all this was. Puppy love. She'd seen it before—some people fell hard and fast...
She'd not expected that to be the case with the Tilani woman, though. From everything she had on her, she'd been hard to please and the Tilani patriarch had confirmed as much. Which was why she'd been forced to read up on every possible public interaction, to figure out how to meld her already timid personality into something that the other woman would appreciate.
The saddest part was... she'd not had to alter her personality too much. Their interactions had been honest. And that just made her feel even more guilty for what her father was asking of her. She was already planning how to slip away from the woman and inform her father that she would not report on her or this family.
Ella's gaze lifted to follow the path of her hands, as Kazcor raised them above her head and pinned them to the wall. It wasn't a forceful touch, but it did have her briefly squeezing her thighs together. And then her wife-to-be asked her for another kiss, and she shook her head, [q]N... keep going. You've already messed up my makeup, once... once I fix it, you have to stop.[q] She was having a hard time focusing on her words.
Her interactions had never gone beyond someone flirting with her and her choice to ignore them. Or flush embarrassed and leave. Nobody had ever taken a true interest in her; she was an eldest child and taking an interest in an eldest child was not worth the time it took to do. It'd almost always end in ruin, unless the other party was well-off and enough so to entice the parents...
[q]That sounds like a yes then.[q] She whispered as she dipped her head low to capture Ella’s lips with her own. She didn’t care if anyone walked in, or came to gather them again. The kiss in the gazebo had been a threat to Ella’s father, so she hadn’t been able to memorize the way Ella tasted, the way her lower lip was just the perfect amount of pout to nibble on, the way the seam of her mouth might be teased open by the slide of a tongue. More than anything, Kaczor wanted to make sure that this was the kiss Ella remembered as her first, not one in which Kaczor had to act possessive and stake a claim over her fiancee to free her from the grasp of what was surmounting in Kaczor’s mind, an abusive family.
Still no chaperone, Kaczor had half a mind to slide down to her knees and put Ella’s knees up over her shoulders, to taste her, truly, before this dinner. To have the small woman flushed and sweating from an orgasm that would help make the next few hours tolerable. Gods knew Kazcor was going to have to ignore the more base parts of herself to focus on dinner. But she had uttered a yes, and so the kiss, continued – Kaczor was starving for something like this, had been for years. Was it moving fast, yes, but he didn’t care, all she cared about was that she was hers, and hers alone, as soon as possible. And then they’d work on being her own person together. She’d seen too much interactions with the father to let her go now. Kaczor teased the seam of her lips again, wanting to deepen the kiss more, to plunder what she could from Ella in those few stolen moments they had left.
The family portrait of course, showed two sons. The statue they were beside was of clearly a man, with a very effeminate face, and then there was Kaczor there, strong hands and broad shoulders, pert breasts and long silky hair, falling in waves to her ass. The hints where there, but she still couldn’t bring herself to say it, finally breaking the kiss after her lungs started to scream for a breath. [q]Keep saying yes..[q]
She huffed breathlessly, as her free hand went to cup Ella’s cheek, tilting her head up so that Kaczor could gaze into those eyes of hers. [q]Keep saying yes, please..[q] Kaczor’s tongue chased over her own lips, drawing in the taste of Ella, the waxy feel of her lip stick on her tongue. [q]May I kiss you again?[q]
Ella eagerly responded to the kiss, seeking whatever Kac was giving. This was a deep, passionate kiss that did nothing to help the gathering wetness between her legs. She rocked herself against the other woman, unconsciously seeking friction.
And the first kiss broke, allowing her to breath deeply for a moment... but her breath wasn't easy to find, not with Kazcor all but begging for her to keep saying yes. The other's fingers trailed along her cheek, tilting her head up.
Dark eyes drifted across Kazcor's features, and she reminded herself to breathe. It was a conscious reminder, too. [q]Uhuh,[q] mumbled breathlessly. She didn't notice the butler, slipping out after setting a new bottle of wine with two pre-filled wine glasses out for them.
It was easy for her, to lean down some and hook her hands under her finacee’s knees, bringing her legs up around her waist and carrying her to the table the wine had just been left on. It was easy for Kaczor to push the robe off her shoulders and let it fall to the floor so that she could get closer to her financee’s skin. To ease the dress open across Ella’s body to lay her out there on the table and feast down the look of her there, open, inviting. [q]I’m going to kiss you somewhere else, Ella.. remember, say no, if you want this to stop at any time.[q]
She made sure, as she leaned over the over woman, lips capturing hers, before Kaczor started to kiss a trail down Ella’s frame, down the valley of her breasts, lower still across her belly, as Kaczor slid down to her knees there, before tugging Ella’s legs up over her shoulders. [q]May I kiss you here, Ella?[q] She whispered, nose tip just barely touching the skin of Ella’s inner thigh as she sighed her question again. [q]May I kiss you here..?[q]
The urge to palm herself through her trousers was too hard to resist, under the table there, before her hands were back to Ella’s knees, urging them slowly apart further. [q]My wife.. Let me feast on you before I sully my mouth with only food, and not the life that I’m going to find here in your folds.[q]
Ella whimpered as she was picked up, carried to a table. Placed next to delicate wine-glasses, and slowly disrobed. [q]Mmm,[q] a quiet mumbled understanding. Some part of her was thankful for the fact her wife-to-be repeatedly requested consent. It gave her time to stop, if she wanted. Except every part of her felt electrified.
Everything she was wanted... whatever Kaczor was going to give her. The other woman's lips trailed down her body, and Ella's breathing hitched, stuttered. Anticipation only made her even more wet—
And then, the other woman had pulled her legs up and over her shoulders, nose grazing the flesh of her inner thigh. [q]Uhu—please, please,[q] she whimpered, and raised one of her own hands to cover her mouth. Her other hand was digging into her stomach, criss-crossed across her body in an attempt to not upset the carefully placed wine next to her.
Everything about this was shameful; they were not married... She would not be considered a virgin, even if the other woman only used her mouth. She knew the rules and yet... her life was forfeit either way. She couldn't go back to her father, no matter what happened.
[q]You smell delicious my wife,[q] was all Kaczor could get out before her tongue went to work, trailing from that little pink star, through soaking folds, and up over where Kaczor finally pressed a thumb, her finger moving in a slow tight circle, gentle, barely a touch as she replaced finger with tongue. If their audience didn't arrive soon, she may just take her right there, the want to have her body buried deep into Ella's, to feel the satiation of cumming feet inside her body - well Kaczor couldn't help it as she slipped her hand into her trousers, gripping herself hard and thumbing the head of her cock over and over.
God's, save her, how easy it would be to stand up and sink inside her – but that would wait. This would be enough, and then after the wedding, they'd consumate their marriage properly, get started to their first heir. Her tongue flicked left, flicked right, her lips closing and tugging at the little nub she knew would have Ella gasping after too much longer. [q]May I..[q], she slurped, pausing long enough to breath out, [q]slide in here..?[q]
Her fingers joined her tongue, two vee-ing her lips open, her middle sliding around the edge of her slit. [q]I wanna put my entire tongue in you here, my fingers, all of me.. but tongue and fingers right now lovely. I wanna hear [q]I do[q] from you before anything else..[q] She paused, and then only once she knew she had permission, crooked a Slender finger up inside Ella, aiming for that spot she knew would feel good being pressed.
Her own hand worked hard under the table, even as she renewed her efforts with her mouth, her tongue fluttering and lapping at those slick lips, finger busy sliding in and out, before she added another finger, all the while, never stopping, never tiring at the task of eating Ella alive. [q]I can't get enough of you in my mouth, I'm going to want your taste on my tongue every day, when I wake in the morning, and before you sleep at night.. say yes, Ella, say yes please..[q], it's almost as if Ella's continued consent was what was helping Kaczor almost cum herself.
Not that she knew at any moment, they'd have an audience, as she sought out friction, needed to squeeze herself tighter as she nearly came. Kaczor could in that moment, as long as he was sure Ella came. She wanted nothing more than to see Ella cum, to shatter apart on that table, and she was suckling at Ella's clit now, tongue fluttering against that bundle of nerves to try and make that happen before they'd be [q]caught[q].
