<div class="floatleft">(https://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/6/6a/ONB_-_Wyatt_-_Andrea.jpg)</div><br/><strong>Name:  Andrea Follete (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=266077.msg13135651#msg13135651)</strong><br/><br/><strong>COURTESAN</strong><br/><br/><strong>Situation:</strong>Claiming Avicia<br/><br/><strong>Tagging:</strong>Avicia<br/><br/><strong>Content Warning:</strong><em>Touching and tasting</em><br/><br/>As Avicia’s mouth began to claim the body that Andrea offered to her, the body of her Bride, Andrea’s hands gripped the golden blonde beauty’s shoulders, her fingers grasping at flesh, bone, things soft and hard, fingers pressing and kneading that flesh in a way that so perfectly matched the deep, throaty groans of delight and wanton need and desire that Avicia was drawing out of Andrea’s nearly breathless form.  She shifted in natural ways, pressing her pert breast and taut, sensitive nipple more deeply into Avicia’s claiming mouth, just subtly, a way of telling her she belonged to Avicia, something she would tell her lover time and time again in so many different ways.<br/><br/>The first mark drew an almost primal growling purr from Andrea’s throat, the platinum blonde always having identified with the feline nature of cats and very much having such a nature of her own, back arching into the sensuous pleasure and tiny jolts of pressure and pain that Avicia blessed her flawless flesh with as she marked Andrea’s breast,<br/><br/>“So wanton, so strong…” she cooed out, then shivered in delight that went far beyond the physical when Avicia pulled her throat to Avicia’s plump and pretty lips and her hungry mouth set ravenously upon her Bride’s aquiline fragility there.  No matter how strong and beautiful and powerful any creature might be, their throat was always a place of vulnerability, of danger to their very being to allow anyone near it, much less knowing that their teeth would be bared and that they hungered for her flesh.  The mark on her breast was purely sexual in many ways, something that Avicia was discovering in herself, but as she marked Andrea’s throat, the willowy goddess melted completely, her claiming by Avicia now fulminate and forever.  Avicia owned, possessed a piece of Andrea’s soul then and always would, with Andrea whispering in a tremulous, impassioned tone,<br/><br/>“You are defiling my flesh for your own wants, and ruining my taste for any other than you, my Lady, that is what your Bride desires always…and in all ways I want to be ruined by you…for you…”<br/><br/>The sudden release of her neck, which wasn’t truly sudden, but in the ecstatic euphoria that was ensconcing Andrea then even the slowest of movements had a suddenness to it, any change of sensation, and she felt so very many, made it seem so.  Tasting Avicia’s lips against her own, Andrea’s head tilted just a bit to one side, each woman deepening the kiss, the taste and dance of their tongues, one against the other, Andrea’s mewling groan reverberating into the kiss such that her Lady could feel and savor it.<br/><br/>Avicia’s hand slid with sureness and skill down and across Andrea’s flat belly and neatly trimmed triangle of soft and lightly curled blonde hairs, and her Bride knew then that Avicia had chosen well, and been chosen with equal aplomb by Andrea.  She was a Mother, Andrea had guessed and now knew, but though a man had seeded her womb on several occasions, the touch of her fingers to create pleasure, to give and receive that which was truly intimate, of that she only knew how to touch a woman, and as her fingers topped Andrea’s mons, the Courtesan and Bride shuddered and her hips bucked forward.  It was a movement of both instinct and need, her mound, her clitoris, that delicious bundle of nerves, and the profusely wet velvet of her labia slipped suddenly and delectably along Avicia’s fingers and into the very open and full grasp of her entire hand.<br/><br/>The Bride peeled the zipper down with quiet ease, the place that Avicia had guided her hand to was what Andrea wanted more than anything, for the moment at least, then her hands moved back to Avicia’s shoulders and gripped there again, this time expressing her pleasures as her hips began to more consciously slip and grind against Avicia’s touch, against her fingertips and more, but also, this time, Andrea’s hands also unfurled and undressed the thick, soft satin from Avicia’s body.<br/><br/>Her lips teasingly touching Avicia’s as her Lover pleaded for more, Andrea, now fully claimed, was needful of claiming Avicia as hers, beginning with her Lady’s will and mind, which she could hear being offered to her in the deliciousness of the sobbing and needful plea,<br/><br/>“Please?  Yes, you will know pleasures tonight that you did not know existed.  Touch me…inside my body…explore me…as you explore who you are…” Andrea barely more than breathed the words, her lips dragging a silken kiss across Avicia’s lips and her chin, even as her hand to the left gripped Avicia’s hair and pulled and gripped tight, exposing Avicia’s throat to Andrea’s own claiming, suckling, ravenous bite, her marking of her Lady more powerful and with a  sure dose of masculine desire mixed within her feminine touch and tasting of Avicia,<br/><br/>“Fuck me…make me yours…” she hissed after the first bite created a deep red and heated pink welt where Avicia’s neck and throat met her shoulder, then her mouth enveloped that place again, with an amorous sting to the beauty of her deepening and utterly possessive bite.<br/>