(https://i.pinimg.com/originals/ed/42/10/ed42107858798332d781835697eece7f.jpg)<br/><strong>Hope<br/>Maldur, Outskirts farm hourse<br/>Tag: Evita</strong><br/><br/>"Are you alright, you are a little.. hmnn?" Hope blinked and blushed.. and squirmed a little under the kiss, mieeping as something -not there- was grabbing at and tugging at her clothing. It took some kiss-distraction work to get her compliant with the ghostly hands actions.<br/><br/>The girl had a faint scent of leather to her, perhaps due to the tightly fit leathery assassin's armor on her. While she seemed far more anxious about making love than killing, Evita could feel the dark, fiery spring of her power rush wildly with her following her desires, giving into them, letting them lead her.. and whilest she pushed her tongue into the soft warmth of Hope's mouth and felt that sweet flash mold to her hands, it was all too easy to blame the girl for being desierable in this..<br/><br/>Hope raised her brows at Evita's question. "Well.." She started, seeming thoughtful for a moment. She seemed to have given away a lot already for this dream of earning a high-ranking title among the assassines.<br/>But before she could answer, Evita's further kissing quite aptly distracted her, her cheeks flushed, her body tensing under the caressing path of kisses.<br/><br/>"Haah.. amnn..." Hope moaned out softly, gripping and then holding onto the edge of the bed as the fiery sorceress lapped at her sex, warm and quickly glistening with moisture under the attention. It didn't take all that long for the girl to be writhing with desire, panting, looking down at Evita with an aroused, still slightly uncertain expression. "You want me.. to be yours?" She repeated. "Uhmn.. errr.." She gulped a bit, clearly startling with arousal.. and then the girls demand to be hers, taking in the nude form of the gorgeous redhead before her. "I.. I don't know what you are answering.. you are really.. hot but.. uh uh.." She bit her lip, emberassedly, clearly aroused, but uncertain.<br/>Evita, meanwhile, felt the fiendish fires burning in her body edging her on. There was nothing wrong with pushing those ment to serve into servitude, with encouraging the weak to find their place obeying the strong. She was so close, she could almost feel the tingling of dark desires like physical pleasure now, growing ever stronger. She had pushed the girl so far, how could she stop now.. even if it tainted herself in the process, posessing the beauty before her was worth it, wasn't it? To feel this good and more she was willing to taint herself and others. And this girl, Hope, she had wanted to kill Evita. Evita had spared her. She had the right to claim her!<br/>