[ Hot, wet kisses peppered along Angel's inner thighs, the shadow tasting everywhere but where it was eager to. Shadowy claws stroked and traced the Sinner's sides, dancing along his soft skin and stroking through fur.
From his seat, Alastor was rapt with attention, not wanting to miss a single second of Angel Dust enjoying his shadow. When a set of hands scritch at the creature's ears, his own give a flick as he feels the touch. ]
I am more than delighted to hear that, my dear. [ When the shadow pauses to peer up at the other from below, a question on its shadowy tongue that Alastor interprets. ] It is asking permission to... "eat you out"?
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From his seat, Alastor was rapt with attention, not wanting to miss a single second of Angel Dust enjoying his shadow. When a set of hands scritch at the creature's ears, his own give a flick as he feels the touch. ]
I am more than delighted to hear that, my dear. [ When the shadow pauses to peer up at the other from below, a question on its shadowy tongue that Alastor interprets. ] It is asking permission to... "eat you out"?