angst, and also porn: the keys to a balanced diet

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Annabelle has been combing the shelves, more excited than worried about the word of a planned attack tomorrow evening. Both she and Lauren were unable to sleep, though their nerves were alive for two totally different reasons. And she got it, she really did! She just didn't relate; Lauren was such a pessimistic worrywart, she and Susan constantly agreed.

She understood why, of course. She just didn't agree.

She's found and neatly stacked a couple of books on some magic she thinks will be useful, and she's already dreaming of the coin they'll be rewarded with for their heroics to this nice village. It's got lux, which she hasn't encountered with the Tanners much. It's not unaffordable, but kind of cushy; the fact that their inn has a dining hall, upstairs halls of rooms, and a library is a testament to the town's hospitality. The library is beautiful as well.

Annabelle turns a corner from behind a book shelf, catching Lauren. He's leaning over a desk, pouring thoughtfully into some text. She grins ear to ear, throwing herself beside him, elbows hitting the desk. Unlike Lauren, Annabelle is not blessed with elvish grace. She beams at him, looking just a hair beneath demonic.

"Fiiinally found yourself a good one, have you?" She leans towards him, bumping her shoulder against his. She's mostly bothering him because she's growing bored.

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The moan against the lips of her feels super nice. When he begins to breach her opening, she tenses, sucking in her lower lip and biting it. Earlier, her first instinct was to push against him and pull his hands away; her mindset had made it more physically uncomfortable than it truly was. But now she's gratuitously soaking, and all of her inner walls are swollen and greedy.

She does jolt a little with a surprisingly effeminate little gasp when he slips his finger the rest of the way in her cunt, but steels herself, huffing through her nostrils as she curls her bony fingers, deliberately rearranging her mindset. She focuses on the feeling, and begins to relax. A hand reaches downwards, encouraging Lauren with a fond stroke across his jaw.

"That feels good," she informs him breathily, for no other reason than to assuage any possible anxieties he might have about it. Her voice is trembling. "It feels so good. It would feel better with your mouth sucking me... The... The stiff bit, right above the slit."

All she can do is ask for more; her need for more is becoming more and more urgent.

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He obeys without hesitation, sucking her into his mouth again. He sucks on her again and again, flicking her clit with his tongue in between as he fucks her with his finger. Feeling a bit adventurous he slips another finger inside of her beside the first. She's so wet and warm and unbelievably sexy and he wants to hear her fall apart.

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She was stimulated enough with his finger just inside her, but when he begins to fuck her with it, she cries out in pleasured surprise. She never really thought that kind of thing could feel good, but coupled with the stimulation to her clitoris, it's amazing. The second finger almost kind of hurts, since she isn't used to the sensation, but in a way that feels extremely erotic. Her fast breathing hitches every step of the way until she's nearly gasping, and she's clenching hard around Lauren's fingers.

She feels so hot, she could die. Her heart is racing like when she's narrowly escaped great danger, or is greatly exerting herself. She doesn't want the pleasure to stop, but she's honestly a little alarmed by what her body's going through and the escalation of those symptoms.

Her legs lift a little in a tense hike when her orgasm suddenly hits her, tearing wails of his name from her open mouth as she writhes on the desk. Her arms are straight down against her torso, grasping handfuls of his hair. Her damp hair scatters across the open passage of Lauren's found book. The glass around a nearby lantern shatters, as well.