<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>Claimed by Avicia<br/><br/><strong>Tagging:</strong>Avicia<br/><br/><strong>Content Warning:</strong><em>Getting nekkid</em><br/><br/>Andrea’s eyes seem to light up at hearing of Avicia’s childhood, and she holds her Lady close when she lies her ear and cheek upon Andrea’s shoulder, stroking her hair in long and smooth and soothingly sweet caresses.  Then Avicia returns to the moment and does so with the fire and wonder that she understands now,<br/><br/>“You are the woman whom that wondrous young girl was always meant to be, always wanted to be…” she replies softly, then loses her thoughts as her body responds to Avicia’s touch upon her breast, arching her back into the hand and teasing, pleasing thumb of her lover, “Ohhh…” escapes the softly whimpering gasp of delight and wonder from the statuesque blonde’s quivering lips.  Avicia’s kiss causes Andrea to curl even more fully around her Lady, returning the depth and passion of the kiss, pressing Avicia back into the luxurious leather of the sofa, her right hand now gripping Avicia’s hair as the kiss grows deeper and more desperate, giving the woman who has claimed her everything that she is, while her left hand twists behind her own back and the red dress that fit her so perfectly is unzipped and slides down Andrea’s form as she moves.<br/><br/>The kiss breaks and Avcia’s hand now cups and kneads Andrea’s bare breast, her nipple turgid and taut under Avicia’s touch,<br/><br/>“I am your Bride, you will have my all,” she tells Avicia in a way that sounds like so much more than simply Andrea’s naked body, but it does meant that too, and so she moves with an almost feline grace, shedding her dress down over her torso and hips, then her thighs and calves, and finally it falls off from her ankles to the floor as Andrea presses kiss after kiss to Avicia’s lips, then tilting her head back with a tug upon her hair, the next kisses find the point of her chin and then the soft, creamy flesh of her throat, until even the incredibly agile Andrea cannot move and bend, cannot shed her garment and kiss Avicia in the moment.  Rising up and up, Andrea’s naked form sensuously offers itself to Avicia’s eyes, her hands and her mouth, until at last she sits astride Avicia’s lap, her legs wantonly parted and spread wide for her Lady, as both of her hands now rest upon Avicia’s shoulders.<br/><br/>“Feast upon me, my Ladylove, too long you were deprived of all that you deserved…touch…taste the life you bring to a heated boil within my very flesh…” Andrea gasped, offering her own throat now to Avicia, “Mark me and claim your Bride for all to see…”<br/><br/>Of course at that moment only Avicia could see any mark left upon Andrea, but that was the point, for in that moment Andrea made it manifestly clear that Avicia was indeed, all the world to her.<br/>