Strawberries
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+A through F › Fire Emblem (all)
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Adult +
Chapters:
1
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1,946
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Strawberries
He didn't know whether she did it on purpose, but watching Sylvia eat strawberries was more erotic than it should have been. Slow, sensuous bites of the fruit sent the juices trickling down from her bottom lip and her chin, to her neck, onto her chest...more than once, Claude had caught himself trying to catch a glimpse of it dripping into the cleavage she didn't bother to hide.
I am a high priest, he reminded himself. A holy man should have more control than this. Sylvia was beautiful, with a grace all her own even if she didn't see it. But until they were married, it felt wrong to have such thoughts about her.
"Father Claude?" Her voice caught him off guard and she turned to face him, licking her bottom lip, her exposed chest stained with juices.
Oh Blagi, please forgive me for what I am about to do.
"Sylvia," he said, leaning his face close to hers, "I didn't know you were such a messy eater."
"It's just these darn strawberries!" she giggled. "They're so wet and drippy but they're too sweet to just nibble at them all ladylike."
"Well, then," Claude grinned, wrapping one arm around her waist and pulling her to him, "I'll have to clean you off..." His tongue began to trace the contours of her neck and collarbone.
"What do you-ohhh! Oh my, Father Claude...!"
She was firm and sweet and supple and he couldn't get enough of it; even after he'd gotten every last trace of stickiness he was pulling her top off and pressing his lips to her breasts. His hands slid under her skirt, pushing her panties down.
"Claude..."
Though it wasn't a moan of protest, he still realized what he was doing and pulled back.
"Forgive me, Sylvia," he sighed. "I had no right to-"
"You didn't have to stop! I would've gone for it," she reassured him, but it was of little help.
"I know, but it would be wrong of us to do so before we're married," he said. She was pouting, but nodded anyway as she fixed her clothes.
Hmph. Damn strawberries didn't work after all! How much longer's he gonna keep me waiting?!
I am a high priest, he reminded himself. A holy man should have more control than this. Sylvia was beautiful, with a grace all her own even if she didn't see it. But until they were married, it felt wrong to have such thoughts about her.
"Father Claude?" Her voice caught him off guard and she turned to face him, licking her bottom lip, her exposed chest stained with juices.
Oh Blagi, please forgive me for what I am about to do.
"Sylvia," he said, leaning his face close to hers, "I didn't know you were such a messy eater."
"It's just these darn strawberries!" she giggled. "They're so wet and drippy but they're too sweet to just nibble at them all ladylike."
"Well, then," Claude grinned, wrapping one arm around her waist and pulling her to him, "I'll have to clean you off..." His tongue began to trace the contours of her neck and collarbone.
"What do you-ohhh! Oh my, Father Claude...!"
She was firm and sweet and supple and he couldn't get enough of it; even after he'd gotten every last trace of stickiness he was pulling her top off and pressing his lips to her breasts. His hands slid under her skirt, pushing her panties down.
"Claude..."
Though it wasn't a moan of protest, he still realized what he was doing and pulled back.
"Forgive me, Sylvia," he sighed. "I had no right to-"
"You didn't have to stop! I would've gone for it," she reassured him, but it was of little help.
"I know, but it would be wrong of us to do so before we're married," he said. She was pouting, but nodded anyway as she fixed her clothes.
Hmph. Damn strawberries didn't work after all! How much longer's he gonna keep me waiting?!