[Agnes' brow furrows in confusion at the prospect. She can't help but admit, she is a little curious. And if that really is possible, it does reassure her. It's just so hard to reconcile that there are people here who she doesn't have to worry about burning--at least not severely, or easily.]
( she gestures a hand out towards agnes but doesn't touch her )
May I?
( and if agnes agrees there'll be a gentle motion of her fingers as if she was moving them along something, something that agnes will feel on her arm. but there's no skin on skin contact, just the light phantom touch of her magic )
[Agnes nods her consent, and then startles gently as she watches Lilith touch her...without touching her. She looks at her arm, covered in layers as it is, but how it felt so...natural. So easy, she could almost cry. Something that she thought was impossible her whole life, and now, suddenly, it's simple. She idly presses her fingertips to her coat, blinking, and despite her apprehension, smiles slightly.]
( it's perhaps the first time someone's called her magic beautiful. or at least for a long time. there's a smile, her hand coming back down as the touch stops )
It can be something to start with. When you're ready-- ( she's not expecting her to jump to sex right now, not when she'd come for advice or had much to think about ) --we can see how it feels.
( oh, well-- lilith offers her hand to agnes as she stands, silently leading the woman towards her bedroom. she could do everything right where they were but comfort is her aim and her bed is far more comfortable.
she draws agnes to her once they're inside, a hand brushing her hair back as she presses a gentle kiss to her lips, unafraid of touching her because agnes hasn't hurt her yet.
all of her contact is light, lilith not deepening the kiss, just a soft brush of lips, gentle cupping of her cheek, easing her into it.
once they part there's a quick visual check that it's okay before she steps out of her heels, unzipping her own dress to divest of it to remain just in her underwear. there's no expectation for agnes to lose her own layers but if they're getting personal she wants them on even ground )
[There's an instant where, when Lilith's lips touch her own, she nearly draws back. But it's so soft and so fast that the reaction doesn't quite hit her until Lilith is undressing, and as she stands there, beautiful and exposed, Agnes, still fully dressed, has a hand covering her mouth.
Especially with Lilith out of her heels, Agnes stands there like a tower--but the wide-eyed expression she wears makes her look so small. Because Lilith is fine. She's not screaming in agony, burning up from the inside. And it was just a kiss. In the first display of impulse she's shown since they met, Agnes breaches the gap between them and sparks a second kiss.]
( it becomes easier when you've done it already. lilith was counting on her to learn her comforts as she goes and agnes is already doing wonderfully.
her hands come back to her, one gently resting at her hip, the other pushing through her hair, resting on the back of her head, guiding as she slowly deepens the kiss.
she keeps her hands on her when they part, her breathing becoming a little heavier from the kisses. lilith takes steps backwards until her legs hit the bed, hands sliding from her as she lowers herself to the bed, lounging across it propped up by her pillows, invitation clear )
[Agnes' mouth is so hot, hotter than any human's, but when Lilith doesn't come away scarred and scalded, she finds herself breathless, her heart pounding, her mouth left just slightly open. For a moment Agnes just watches the other woman make herself comfortable so gracefully, but then she slips out of her shoes.
And unties her coat, unwinds her scarf, pulls off her gloves. Layer after layer her bundles of protective fabric come off until she's left in only her underwear, as well, and she crawls over to join Lilith. For someone who's never shared a bed before, she looks damn good doing it. But, maybe it's just the way she moves. She has the countenance of a lion, even if she has the experience of a lamb.]
( she doesn't yet kiss her again, lazy fingers brushing her hair back from her face, trailing slowly down her arm as she looks along agnes, settling back on her face. because she's beautiful and for someone who has never been in this situation-- she's doing remarkably well, confidence of someone who's familiar with doing just this. and it's mildly arousing )
I could touch you, work you under my magic, bring you to orgasm.
( because if agnes is comfortable enough to get there then that's a guarantee. lilith will get her to come.
once her hand reaches agnes' she takes it, gentle hold )
Or-- I could help you find how you enjoy being touched, show you how to bring yourself that pleasure.
( direct her under her own touch. it would also help her for if she ever later reciprocated to certain others, a little more knowing on how to use her own hands. but that was a later step )
Whichever you don't choose now we can do another time.
( her offer wasn't just for today. any time this woman needed help with her quota or just needed to be fucked she only had to ask )
[It's a lot to take in. Every option something that's either never been a possibility for her before, or that had simply never crossed her mind. When Lilith takes her hand, Agnes laces their fingers without really thinking. Her brow furrows in insecurity--in not knowing what's best, or what's right, or what she particularly wants. Just knowing that now that she's here, now that she has this chance, finally, and maybe never again because nothing is ever, ever certain...there's the smallest fear at losing it.]
( she leans across to kiss her again, longer, slow kiss, ensuring never to break the contact of their hands.
somewhere during the kiss her other handle settles on the redhead's thigh, running her touch along to her knee and back up, slowly testing where she may enjoy being touched but most importantly getting her used to being touched )
[As they kiss this time, Agnes slowly loses the tension that seems to naturally exist in her limbs. Without the effects of any kind of creature or pendant encouraging her, she settles at her own pace, melting bit by bit into the curves of Lilith's body.
It's strange, the shiver that runs through her body. A spark of electricity that seems to spread through her nerves at these simple touches. Not feeling chilled, but feeling...feeling hotter, but different from just heat. It's perplexing, and it's so intoxicating.
A faint mewl rises from her throat and Agnes can't reconcile it with her own voice. Lilith smells so nice. She tastes so nice, too.]
( the sound earns a pleased hum from her, kiss breaking only for lilith to kiss at her jaw, a slow trail of kisses down the woman's throat.
she shifts how she's sat, a gentle parting of agnes' legs so that she can kneel between them, keeping her attention focused on kissing her neck, hand motion slowing on her thigh.
lilith hums again before descending her kisses, touch of lips moving down her chest before she kisses her breast, slow, open mouthed kiss over her nipple through her bra, nipping lightly with her teeth when she feels it harden )
[With her mouth free, Agnes' breaths come out in hot puffs, steam visibly pouring out from her parted lips. She doesn't notice when she starts to moan softly, the sounds desperate and full of a deeply locked away need she's never acknowledged. Eyes closing, her brow furrows and her head lulls back into her hair, but consumed as she's beginning to feel she still reaches her free hand to cradle Lilith against her, hand running through her hair and against her scalp. Her fingers shake just slightly.
When Lilith bites at her nipple she lets out a gasp, a mixture of shock and pleasure, feeling sensations blooming inside of her that she can't identify. Her whole body presses up instinctively, seeking out as much contact as it can, silently screaming for more.]
( with that permission from her body and agnes not saying anything different she nips again, firmer this time, sounding her own moan against her to push vibrations through her.
as she nips and kisses the hand on her leg slips behind her to undo her bra, guiding it free from her as she lifts her head.
lilith gives her a moment to get used to the new exposure before pressing a kiss to her other breast, this time swirling her tongue over the woman's nipple, a slow suck as her lips close around it )
[Agnes almost doesnβt even notice when her bra comes off. Only that thereβs even more skin on her skin and itβs practically unbearable in how thrilling it is. How can anyone feel like this? How can anyone stand to have it inside of them? Or is it just for how far and for how long sheβs separated herself from her own desires that fills her with such intensity at every simple stroke of tongue and fingertip that Lilith grazes her with?
Her skin sizzles and hisses under every suckle, and Agnes finds her hips beginning to roll underneath Lilithβs body as if of their own volition independent of her will. Her legs acheβ they long to squeeze together and find solace in friction but theyβre trapped, unable to do so.]
( there's a slight chuckle as lilith feels how her body responds, the twitch of hips and she sits herself back up, taking a few seconds to gaze at her.
then lilith scoots herself backwards, eyes seeking unspoken permission as her hands move to agnes' underwear, peeling them down the length of her legs, leaving them on the floor with her bra.
and she's had quite the effect on the woman already, something that doesn't surprise her with how little she's ever been touched. except lilith's finding that the effect isn't just on agnes, her own underwear starting to dampen )
Take a breath.
( her hands come to rest on her thighs, light rub of her fingers, gaze on the other woman's. though agnes is very relaxed the next part is the most intimate, something she'll only do if she's ready. she'll be very happy to continue teasing her breasts for another moment if not )
[Agnes' eyes are glowing, smoldering embers as she watches Lilith undress her completely. She takes a breath, sitting up just slightly on her elbows, her hands clawing into the bedding. Or, at least, she thinks she takes a breath. It shudders out of her, slow and deliberate, steaming harder, like a dragon after burning a village to ashes in a piece of myth.
She anticipates tensing up again, but she doesn't, her heart only beating faster. And she feels...thirsty? She thinks. She's never experienced thirst before. Water would boil into nothing in her throat in a state like this. Despite everything, she can't help issuing a warning.]
( lilith nods and though her hands are rubbing at agnes' thighs she has to stop herself from lifting her hand to slip it between the woman's legs. as much as she'd like to feel the affect that she's having, coax that first time with her own touch.
but she'd said to use magic, ease her in with less fear of what agnes could do.
so she lifts her hands from her, resting them together on her lap, though for agnes it will still feel as if lilith's touching her, phantom touch of her magic in the same place that her hands had lay, stroking still at her skin. one shifts slightly, stroking along the inner length of her leg before running back down, motion repeating to get her used to it.
that other hand disappears from her leg, grazing touch over her, the feel as if lilith's cupping her breast, rolling her nipple under her thumb )
This is how it will feel. ( though perhaps a little more intense when she touches that more sensitive of flesh ) Without my hands on you.
( even though she already misses touching her, feeling the warmth from her skin she's still going to delight in seeing her come apart under her touch )
[It eases her again, though at the same time there's an ache at not having that closeness. Still, she can still feel it even if their bodies aren't pressed together, and it quickly sends her back down that spiral. Her head heavy, Agnes lays back again. While one of her hands keeps tight to the bedding as an anchor, her other hand rakes up through her own hair. In a way, her pleasure could almost be mistaken for the beginnings of agony. But maybe some of the best things are.
And if not pleasure, Agnes has plenty of firsthand experience with agony.]
( one touch continues teasing at her breast at least for the moment, something that will slow until it stops as the other touch works up her thigh again.
this time when she reaches the top lilith doesn't move it back down, working across before very slowly rubbing between her thighs. it's the one thing that her magic doesn't give her, the feel of how wet agnes may be, that meed on anything but a visual level but she has a good imagination, particularly when she can see how the woman responds to her.
and she leaves a few seconds pause after that first stroke before moving again, same direction as if fingers had lifted and strooed again, slow and gentle, carefully easing her touch )
[Gentle as she's being, it's like she's unleashed something primal inside of Agnes from the very first slide of her magic fingers down Agnes' center. She sucks in a rush of air, gasping and then moaning as he pelvis bucks as if having been shocked. Her legs quiver, she sees stars, her face twisting in what might nearly be fear at the overwhelming new sensation.
She seems to calm, then, just slightly, her body falling back down, as Lilith pauses. But then she starts again, and Agnes' feet drag up, her knees bending, body arching and roiling as if the touches aren't gentle at all. Does she want more? Does she want it to stop? There a burning hot core inside of her body and its moving, moving down. Clawing toward those touches like an animal.]
I think...I think I'm...
[I think I'm going to burn the house down, she wants to scream, but instead she only cries out pleasured nothings, unable to fathom the sentence.]
( how lilith imagines that sentence will end is nothing like what agnes is actually thinking, a soothing sound coming from her because that first orgasm can be quite something )
Let it come.
( though she keeps her touch light still her strokes are now constant, wanting to draw the other woman to that peak, to guide her over into the pleasure she so deserves. and as much as it may be terrifying now, feeling as if everything's on fire she'll help agnes to learn that she's very safe, that it's a feeling to enjoy )
[Agnes means to tell Lilith that she can't. That this is dangerous. That this was a bad idea. They have to stop. It's going to be horrific; even if they both survive, someone else nearby might get caught up in the explosive blaze. Because she's a monster, a terrible, awful thing, and nothing good ever comes from what's inside of her.
Her mind goes blank, then, consumed completely, and she can't really say what it is that's happening. She feels her whole body seize in a great spasm as her legs shake and buckle. Agnes gives in, and then she does scream, but she screams without words, with every other emotion instead, moving along to the feather-touch pleasure that Lilith's giving her as wave after wave hits her, and she feels like she's going to drown inside of herself.
When her head clears, she's coiled herself into a ball, face pressed into the bedding and shaking all over. Where she would be covered in sweat there's only radiated heat, the liquid evaporating far too fast to last.]
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What do you mean?
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( she gestures a hand out towards agnes but doesn't touch her )
May I?
( and if agnes agrees there'll be a gentle motion of her fingers as if she was moving them along something, something that agnes will feel on her arm. but there's no skin on skin contact, just the light phantom touch of her magic )
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Your magic...it's beautiful.
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It can be something to start with. When you're ready-- ( she's not expecting her to jump to sex right now, not when she'd come for advice or had much to think about ) --we can see how it feels.
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[As ready as she'll be, at least, she supposes. And in any case, it felt...nice. Just that touch. She wants more.]
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she draws agnes to her once they're inside, a hand brushing her hair back as she presses a gentle kiss to her lips, unafraid of touching her because agnes hasn't hurt her yet.
all of her contact is light, lilith not deepening the kiss, just a soft brush of lips, gentle cupping of her cheek, easing her into it.
once they part there's a quick visual check that it's okay before she steps out of her heels, unzipping her own dress to divest of it to remain just in her underwear. there's no expectation for agnes to lose her own layers but if they're getting personal she wants them on even ground )
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Especially with Lilith out of her heels, Agnes stands there like a tower--but the wide-eyed expression she wears makes her look so small. Because Lilith is fine. She's not screaming in agony, burning up from the inside. And it was just a kiss. In the first display of impulse she's shown since they met, Agnes breaches the gap between them and sparks a second kiss.]
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her hands come back to her, one gently resting at her hip, the other pushing through her hair, resting on the back of her head, guiding as she slowly deepens the kiss.
she keeps her hands on her when they part, her breathing becoming a little heavier from the kisses. lilith takes steps backwards until her legs hit the bed, hands sliding from her as she lowers herself to the bed, lounging across it propped up by her pillows, invitation clear )
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And unties her coat, unwinds her scarf, pulls off her gloves. Layer after layer her bundles of protective fabric come off until she's left in only her underwear, as well, and she crawls over to join Lilith. For someone who's never shared a bed before, she looks damn good doing it. But, maybe it's just the way she moves. She has the countenance of a lion, even if she has the experience of a lamb.]
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I could touch you, work you under my magic, bring you to orgasm.
( because if agnes is comfortable enough to get there then that's a guarantee. lilith will get her to come.
once her hand reaches agnes' she takes it, gentle hold )
Or-- I could help you find how you enjoy being touched, show you how to bring yourself that pleasure.
( direct her under her own touch. it would also help her for if she ever later reciprocated to certain others, a little more knowing on how to use her own hands. but that was a later step )
Whichever you don't choose now we can do another time.
( her offer wasn't just for today. any time this woman needed help with her quota or just needed to be fucked she only had to ask )
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I want your touch.
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Then you shall have it.
( she leans across to kiss her again, longer, slow kiss, ensuring never to break the contact of their hands.
somewhere during the kiss her other handle settles on the redhead's thigh, running her touch along to her knee and back up, slowly testing where she may enjoy being touched but most importantly getting her used to being touched )
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It's strange, the shiver that runs through her body. A spark of electricity that seems to spread through her nerves at these simple touches. Not feeling chilled, but feeling...feeling hotter, but different from just heat. It's perplexing, and it's so intoxicating.
A faint mewl rises from her throat and Agnes can't reconcile it with her own voice. Lilith smells so nice. She tastes so nice, too.]
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she shifts how she's sat, a gentle parting of agnes' legs so that she can kneel between them, keeping her attention focused on kissing her neck, hand motion slowing on her thigh.
lilith hums again before descending her kisses, touch of lips moving down her chest before she kisses her breast, slow, open mouthed kiss over her nipple through her bra, nipping lightly with her teeth when she feels it harden )
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When Lilith bites at her nipple she lets out a gasp, a mixture of shock and pleasure, feeling sensations blooming inside of her that she can't identify. Her whole body presses up instinctively, seeking out as much contact as it can, silently screaming for more.]
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as she nips and kisses the hand on her leg slips behind her to undo her bra, guiding it free from her as she lifts her head.
lilith gives her a moment to get used to the new exposure before pressing a kiss to her other breast, this time swirling her tongue over the woman's nipple, a slow suck as her lips close around it )
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Her skin sizzles and hisses under every suckle, and Agnes finds her hips beginning to roll underneath Lilithβs body as if of their own volition independent of her will. Her legs acheβ they long to squeeze together and find solace in friction but theyβre trapped, unable to do so.]
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then lilith scoots herself backwards, eyes seeking unspoken permission as her hands move to agnes' underwear, peeling them down the length of her legs, leaving them on the floor with her bra.
and she's had quite the effect on the woman already, something that doesn't surprise her with how little she's ever been touched. except lilith's finding that the effect isn't just on agnes, her own underwear starting to dampen )
Take a breath.
( her hands come to rest on her thighs, light rub of her fingers, gaze on the other woman's. though agnes is very relaxed the next part is the most intimate, something she'll only do if she's ready. she'll be very happy to continue teasing her breasts for another moment if not )
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She anticipates tensing up again, but she doesn't, her heart only beating faster. And she feels...thirsty? She thinks. She's never experienced thirst before. Water would boil into nothing in her throat in a state like this. Despite everything, she can't help issuing a warning.]
Please be careful.
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but she'd said to use magic, ease her in with less fear of what agnes could do.
so she lifts her hands from her, resting them together on her lap, though for agnes it will still feel as if lilith's touching her, phantom touch of her magic in the same place that her hands had lay, stroking still at her skin. one shifts slightly, stroking along the inner length of her leg before running back down, motion repeating to get her used to it.
that other hand disappears from her leg, grazing touch over her, the feel as if lilith's cupping her breast, rolling her nipple under her thumb )
This is how it will feel. ( though perhaps a little more intense when she touches that more sensitive of flesh ) Without my hands on you.
( even though she already misses touching her, feeling the warmth from her skin she's still going to delight in seeing her come apart under her touch )
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[It eases her again, though at the same time there's an ache at not having that closeness. Still, she can still feel it even if their bodies aren't pressed together, and it quickly sends her back down that spiral. Her head heavy, Agnes lays back again. While one of her hands keeps tight to the bedding as an anchor, her other hand rakes up through her own hair. In a way, her pleasure could almost be mistaken for the beginnings of agony. But maybe some of the best things are.
And if not pleasure, Agnes has plenty of firsthand experience with agony.]
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this time when she reaches the top lilith doesn't move it back down, working across before very slowly rubbing between her thighs. it's the one thing that her magic doesn't give her, the feel of how wet agnes may be, that meed on anything but a visual level but she has a good imagination, particularly when she can see how the woman responds to her.
and she leaves a few seconds pause after that first stroke before moving again, same direction as if fingers had lifted and strooed again, slow and gentle, carefully easing her touch )
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She seems to calm, then, just slightly, her body falling back down, as Lilith pauses. But then she starts again, and Agnes' feet drag up, her knees bending, body arching and roiling as if the touches aren't gentle at all. Does she want more? Does she want it to stop? There a burning hot core inside of her body and its moving, moving down. Clawing toward those touches like an animal.]
I think...I think I'm...
[I think I'm going to burn the house down, she wants to scream, but instead she only cries out pleasured nothings, unable to fathom the sentence.]
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Let it come.
( though she keeps her touch light still her strokes are now constant, wanting to draw the other woman to that peak, to guide her over into the pleasure she so deserves. and as much as it may be terrifying now, feeling as if everything's on fire she'll help agnes to learn that she's very safe, that it's a feeling to enjoy )
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Her mind goes blank, then, consumed completely, and she can't really say what it is that's happening. She feels her whole body seize in a great spasm as her legs shake and buckle. Agnes gives in, and then she does scream, but she screams without words, with every other emotion instead, moving along to the feather-touch pleasure that Lilith's giving her as wave after wave hits her, and she feels like she's going to drown inside of herself.
When her head clears, she's coiled herself into a ball, face pressed into the bedding and shaking all over. Where she would be covered in sweat there's only radiated heat, the liquid evaporating far too fast to last.]
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