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Posted: 2019-06-05 05:19:57
by bugmenot - Size: 2800x1705
- Source: blog.luvbites.net/gallery/good-girl/
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[spoiler=Story]Story:
Vincent’s fingers and claws cupped Brooke’s chin gently… She hadn’t really noticed it before, but her head was heavy. How had she managed to keep it upright for so long? Now that she was letting his hand take the weight of her head, she felt so much more at east, so much more relaxed… It made it that much easier to focus on those pretty, colorful eyes, knowing that she was in safe hands. Vincent wouldn’t let her fall, she knew that much. She could trust him.
Those eyes, though – she had never really gotten a proper look at them, assuming they were the usual yellow or green she’d expect from a reptile like him. In fact, weren’t they yellow normally? No, they couldn’t be… They were far more gorgeous than that, blues, reds, oranges, yellows, pinks… Floating endlessly through those eyes, making it so hard to concentrate on anything else. And the bright colors made his green scales seem to shine that much brighter, as though he could mesmerize her no matter where she looked. She wanted to see every single color in those eyes, to figure out that pattern… But the longer she stared, the more she lost track of time and zoned out, and she kept having to start over. Maybe it would be easier to not try and anticipate… Just enjoy the colors as they come, and feel how they relax her…
Plus, if she kept trying to figure out those eyes, she’d miss out on the wonderful tones of Vincent’s voice. Oh, his accent was gorgeous, the deep, sonorous, musical tones creeping into her ears and massaging her senses. The subtle music of his creole accent swept her along on its soothing currents… Just like that hand underneath her head, that voice buoyed her, kept her relaxed as she slumped towards him a little more, a silent coo escaping her pursed lips.
“You’re slowly moving down the path,” he cooed, “Feeling the weight of your body, feeling how gravity pulls you towards the ground. Feel your feet shuffle against the floor… Feel every point of contact your body makes with the floor… And feel every little sensation in your body. Your clothes against your body. Your blood rushing through your veins. My breath on your face, my voice in your ears… My eyes in your mind. Notice every little wonderful sensation, and let it bring you deeper into a trance. That’s it… Such a good girl. I knew you’d find this beneficial, 6491.”
Brooke felt an inarticulate gurgle of bliss escape her throat, her lips curling into a little smile as drool slipped from her mouth, onto the heel of Vincent’s palm. Vincent’s low, rumbling chuckle made her heart skip a beat…
”There’s a good girl. You can barely keep your feet on the ground now…” his other hand slid along Brooke’s shoulder, down her back, supporting her as he moved even closer. The spicy scent of – cologne? His musk? She couldn’t be certain – filled her nostrils, and made her body burn with pleasure, with need. As he slowly guided her into his lap, sitting down in his chair, she felt her fur against his scales, felt her warmth against his… And decided that she didn’t want this bliss to end. In this moment, in this mesmerised moment of ecstasy, Brooke made a silent wish that she’d never, ever want to leave the camp.[/spoiler]
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