If Magni is concerned with overexertion hurting her, Lakshmi is not. But then, she has the wondrous knowledge that, for as quiet and as well presented as the Lady of this house she makes the effort to be, she never was particularly the most fragile of her father's children. It was only through far too much work that she acted that way. Feigned those graces.
But Magni was quickly driving all of that from her. Has to pause, when she feels another feels, feels that stretch that makes her shiver, hot, hotter than the water. The inside of her aches tremendously, her hips rolling that isn't that she knows how to move, only that she must. Leaning her full weight against Magni, chest to chest, hip to hip, her arms tangling around her as she stretches out. Pushes back onto her fingers with a sensation that builds. The water splashing up, over, everywhere around the bath.
But unheeded by it or the propriety or that she should be more considerate in anyone. She doesn't care, she feels - good, full, empty, demanding. A litany of words that have little meaning by themselves but form together to the sharp little cries as she finds the rhtyhm of it between herself and Magni's hand. Her kisses so little to do with a soft touch as her body crests up, sinking down as her arms wind around her, slide over her body. At times, gripping Magni's wrist to thrust her deeper below the water, at others, sliding against her hair, whimpering softly against her lips.
It isn't enough, though, even when she does speed up. Still, too light in a way that is maddening. She doesn't know what to call it, but she's very sure she wants more than light, touches that still ask for permission. Permission has well and truly given.
One hand lowers, grabs the one of Magni's that isn't currently occupied and drops it lower. Not to hold her hand, to wind them together. But to drop it onto her rear, letting Magni's hand smooth over her skin as it's lapped at, and guide her not to smooth her hand over her slowly, meticulously, but to all at once for make Magni's nails sink in that is the way that Lakshmi wants, evidently wants as she tightens around the fingers deep within her. Has to hold a very deep breath that she can't get out. To show her that it was more than alright to take a firm grip, to sink back into her as much as she was into Magni.
"Your fingers are already in me, wife, stop being afraid to touch me." Is breathed out, demanding into her mouth as she moans, softly, teasing, her head dropping to lick a bead of water trickly down Magni's neck from her skin.
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But Magni was quickly driving all of that from her. Has to pause, when she feels another feels, feels that stretch that makes her shiver, hot, hotter than the water. The inside of her aches tremendously, her hips rolling that isn't that she knows how to move, only that she must. Leaning her full weight against Magni, chest to chest, hip to hip, her arms tangling around her as she stretches out. Pushes back onto her fingers with a sensation that builds. The water splashing up, over, everywhere around the bath.
But unheeded by it or the propriety or that she should be more considerate in anyone. She doesn't care, she feels - good, full, empty, demanding. A litany of words that have little meaning by themselves but form together to the sharp little cries as she finds the rhtyhm of it between herself and Magni's hand. Her kisses so little to do with a soft touch as her body crests up, sinking down as her arms wind around her, slide over her body. At times, gripping Magni's wrist to thrust her deeper below the water, at others, sliding against her hair, whimpering softly against her lips.
It isn't enough, though, even when she does speed up. Still, too light in a way that is maddening. She doesn't know what to call it, but she's very sure she wants more than light, touches that still ask for permission. Permission has well and truly given.
One hand lowers, grabs the one of Magni's that isn't currently occupied and drops it lower. Not to hold her hand, to wind them together. But to drop it onto her rear, letting Magni's hand smooth over her skin as it's lapped at, and guide her not to smooth her hand over her slowly, meticulously, but to all at once for make Magni's nails sink in that is the way that Lakshmi wants, evidently wants as she tightens around the fingers deep within her. Has to hold a very deep breath that she can't get out. To show her that it was more than alright to take a firm grip, to sink back into her as much as she was into Magni.
"Your fingers are already in me, wife, stop being afraid to touch me." Is breathed out, demanding into her mouth as she moans, softly, teasing, her head dropping to lick a bead of water trickly down Magni's neck from her skin.