<div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: 125%; line-height: 116%;"><span style="color: #BF0000"><span style="font-weight: bold">House of Cadell<br/>Lady in Waiting</span></span></span><br/><br/><a class="postlink" href="http://img2.wikia.nocookie.net/__cb20130430235600/wiki-amistad/es/images/thumb/0/02/Scarlet_by_skipta-d5h1tgb.jpg/180px-Scarlet_by_skipta-d5h1tgb.jpg">[ img ]</a><br/><br/><span style="font-size: 150%; line-height: 116%;"><span style="color: #BF0000"><span style="text-decoration: underline">Lady Amena Aeide</span></span></span></div><br/><br/>When Yakari had pulled her flush against him, she had been taken by surprise. She gave a soft sigh at the feeling of his hands against her back, enjoying the tender touch before he pulled her into a deep kiss.<span style="font-weight: bold"><span style="color: #BF0000">"Ohhhh..."</span></span>she gasped out as she felt his meat between her slit. Her center ached for more, begging for Yakari to bury himself inside her--though she did not know it. She felt one of his hands move down her spine, causing tingling sensations in its wake, and she jolted at the feel of his finger at her center, though he did not let it enter. He simply rubbed her softly.<br/><br/><span style="font-style: italic"><span style="color: #FFBF00">“What do you want from me, honey?” </span></span>his voice was deep and demanding, drawing her further into arousal.<span style="color: #BF0000"><span style="font-weight: bold">"I--I don't know..."</span></span>Amena admitted as she panted, her eyes clenched shut as she focused in on the feeling of Yakari's finger. She wasn't sure what she wanted, except maybe to feel that explosion of sensation she had earlier. Her skin felt like it was on fire with every part that made contact with Yakari's own.<span style="color: #BF0000"><span style="font-weight: bold"> "I...please...the creek...I want...I want to feel that again..."</span></span>she finally said, clearly having a difficult time articulating what she desired. Between her shyness and simply unknowing of what to ask for, it was hard for her to answer Yakari.<br/><br/>She was still in tune with Yakari's movements, loving the sensation of his chest against her tender nipples. She let her forehead rest against the junctor between Yakari's neck and shoulder, her womb feeling as if it was quickly being filled with heat. She could feel the heat crawling up her body and she wished for something more, but could not figure out what. All she knew was Yakari was the one to give her that feeling of satisfaction that she longed for. She was starting to feel impatient, worried that she would never find the relief she sought despite the fact that she had felt this exact thing only hours ago and Yakari had delivered. Somehow that was forgotten and she was back to thinking she would forever be stuck in a state of unsatisfied arousal, begging for any sort of relief.