Heart of the Shy Soul [Training]
Apr 26, 2017 22:59:24 GMT -7
Post by Nekomata Minh on Apr 26, 2017 22:59:24 GMT -7
She had a mind dirtied by a sorrow that ate her voice of reason. Unable to see through Peisinoe's antics along with her blatant fibbing. The succubus's lewd humor not rubbing Fumiko the wrong way as it normally would. It isn't wrong for the siren to assume she didn't even understand at first, but with the shyness that finally surfaced from Fumiko it can be confirmed that she did. Further more she began to feel the thorny presence of Peisinoe's intentions creeping up her spine as she heard her explain the stipulations to receive forgiveness. "B-but..."
Her neko tendencies are strong when it comes to her being uncertain, but these requests were making her out right pusillanimous. Terrible, terrible acts of devote is what Peisinoe wants from her. Something Fumiko's soul can't immediately swallow, and let sit evenly. The weight of the choice made Fumiko's plush lips lock up tight, as she squirmed feeling that creepy sensation travel through her again. "I, I understand but..." She began to protest, but quickly silenced her tongue as she didn't want to anger her more. Instead only nodded to the terms, although not agreeing with them.
Peisinoe's looks aren't helping her too much right now. Her tone playing games, and she would shiver as her senses spiked inevitably from the slow licking. A hidden pleasure sparked within her, as she shudder. A guilty pleasure sparking for the sense of enjoyment in a provocative action that started a foreign heat deep within her loins. Making her legs lock up a bit closer as she was teased perfectly by Peisinoe's breath tickling her neck.
These physical weaknesses were exploited in a way she was not prepared for. Seduced by Peisinoe's demonstrations. Not by the graphic imagery she was trying to sell. But her physical incentives that she expertly used to stab deep in Fumiko's submissiveness. Leaving a would, that let the hidden lustful beast tapped within her breath in a hungry breath. "M-mistress...you're making me feel funny." She then whined softly. Cutely trying to avoid telling Peisinoe flat out that she was probably just turning her on. Even though she doesn't know what that means.
If done correctly. Peisinoe, might get more than she may think rather quickly. The first proof, being how Fumiko for the first time didn't tear away from Peisinoe as she got more personal. Staying near her still as shy as every. But...actually allowing her to grind and touch up on her soft, plump rear. Unsure if she disapproved...or actually craved the physical attention now. Her body sending mixed signals to her brain on what she wants, makes her malleable to be molded in a whole new form. Peisinoe played her card well this time around...
The neck kiss sealed the deal for now. Her air leaving her, from a faint gasp as she closed her eyes from a nervous reflex. Tilting her head away, and actually exposing more of her slender neck to the siren. Her adorable face, stained by a bright blush as she clung tightly to her outfit as a leeway. Fumiko would then follow Peisinoe the whole way. Obviously repulsed by the smell, but steeled her way through the scent. Looking at the abyss she was about to enter. "Well mistress. It is...certainly...something." She said trying not to be disrespectful.
All until she tensed up nervously as she felt Peisinoe's hand trace against the highly sensitive inner layer of her thick thigh. Her loins getting inevitable warm, releasing a sweet scent to fight the pungent one all at Fumiko's poor expense as she found herself having gotten too excited from the physical teasing. Ashamed as she realized she was getting...those thoughts... Peisinoe certainly sunk in deep with this one. She'd be able to see Fumiko trying to calm herself down as she shivered and breathed with nervous pants while she stayed close during the travels. Her ears flopped close to her head as she tried to ignore what she was seeing all around her. She really got herself in deep this time. And the sad thing is. She was too determined not to turn back, despite that actually being the more sufficient option.
Her neko tendencies are strong when it comes to her being uncertain, but these requests were making her out right pusillanimous. Terrible, terrible acts of devote is what Peisinoe wants from her. Something Fumiko's soul can't immediately swallow, and let sit evenly. The weight of the choice made Fumiko's plush lips lock up tight, as she squirmed feeling that creepy sensation travel through her again. "I, I understand but..." She began to protest, but quickly silenced her tongue as she didn't want to anger her more. Instead only nodded to the terms, although not agreeing with them.
Peisinoe's looks aren't helping her too much right now. Her tone playing games, and she would shiver as her senses spiked inevitably from the slow licking. A hidden pleasure sparked within her, as she shudder. A guilty pleasure sparking for the sense of enjoyment in a provocative action that started a foreign heat deep within her loins. Making her legs lock up a bit closer as she was teased perfectly by Peisinoe's breath tickling her neck.
These physical weaknesses were exploited in a way she was not prepared for. Seduced by Peisinoe's demonstrations. Not by the graphic imagery she was trying to sell. But her physical incentives that she expertly used to stab deep in Fumiko's submissiveness. Leaving a would, that let the hidden lustful beast tapped within her breath in a hungry breath. "M-mistress...you're making me feel funny." She then whined softly. Cutely trying to avoid telling Peisinoe flat out that she was probably just turning her on. Even though she doesn't know what that means.
If done correctly. Peisinoe, might get more than she may think rather quickly. The first proof, being how Fumiko for the first time didn't tear away from Peisinoe as she got more personal. Staying near her still as shy as every. But...actually allowing her to grind and touch up on her soft, plump rear. Unsure if she disapproved...or actually craved the physical attention now. Her body sending mixed signals to her brain on what she wants, makes her malleable to be molded in a whole new form. Peisinoe played her card well this time around...
The neck kiss sealed the deal for now. Her air leaving her, from a faint gasp as she closed her eyes from a nervous reflex. Tilting her head away, and actually exposing more of her slender neck to the siren. Her adorable face, stained by a bright blush as she clung tightly to her outfit as a leeway. Fumiko would then follow Peisinoe the whole way. Obviously repulsed by the smell, but steeled her way through the scent. Looking at the abyss she was about to enter. "Well mistress. It is...certainly...something." She said trying not to be disrespectful.
All until she tensed up nervously as she felt Peisinoe's hand trace against the highly sensitive inner layer of her thick thigh. Her loins getting inevitable warm, releasing a sweet scent to fight the pungent one all at Fumiko's poor expense as she found herself having gotten too excited from the physical teasing. Ashamed as she realized she was getting...those thoughts... Peisinoe certainly sunk in deep with this one. She'd be able to see Fumiko trying to calm herself down as she shivered and breathed with nervous pants while she stayed close during the travels. Her ears flopped close to her head as she tried to ignore what she was seeing all around her. She really got herself in deep this time. And the sad thing is. She was too determined not to turn back, despite that actually being the more sufficient option.