[She relaxes at the praise. As much as she likes the feel of his lips against her palm, it's an awkward angle for her arm, so she gently disengages and resettles herself on the floor. Blows cool air across the warm, damp flesh before taking him back in. Just a little deeper, her teeth scraping just a little as one hand massages him at the base.
It's amazing how frightening having power can be. It doesn't make any sense to her. She's always been the strongest, one of the most powerful. She'd thought that meant not having to be afraid of anything. Fear is for when you're helpless -- asking the boy you like on a date, knowing you can't beat him into liking you; facing a man who can take away your ability to move and your very identity. Being handed something vulnerable to pleasure shouldn't frighten her. Knowing she's capable of killing to protect other people shouldn't make her want to hide.
She swirls her tongue around him, trying to make up for the earlier pain.]
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It's amazing how frightening having power can be. It doesn't make any sense to her. She's always been the strongest, one of the most powerful. She'd thought that meant not having to be afraid of anything. Fear is for when you're helpless -- asking the boy you like on a date, knowing you can't beat him into liking you; facing a man who can take away your ability to move and your very identity. Being handed something vulnerable to pleasure shouldn't frighten her. Knowing she's capable of killing to protect other people shouldn't make her want to hide.
She swirls her tongue around him, trying to make up for the earlier pain.]