Blxxxp

I'm aromantic and allosexual. I'm sexually attracted to girls of all kinds, including demigirls, girlthings, boygirls, etc. Girls feel free to flirt or chat with me about kink and stuff. If you're not a girl feel free to interact but don't expect any flirtation.

I am a domme who likes feeling beautiful, in control, powerful, kind, and healing. I’m happy to be mean or rough if you enjoy it but I’m not into any fantasy where I don’t feel in control and attractive. I particularly enjoy incest, ageplay, and chaser kinks. I am not interested in intox but it’s not a huge turnoff. I am not into choking.

Asks and DMs are absolutely open for girls. Feel free to send me sexy scenarios and ideas in my asks, ask first before you dm them to me, and of course be mindful of my preferences when you send them.

Miriom had retrieved the head of the slaughtered dungeon fowl, and was now gently dissecting it from a corner of the table. Claire gratefully noted that she was upwind of Miriom, and that their meal had been fragrant. She looked over her gear, checking for something that might need maintenance and finding nothing. As she goes to check again something brushes her back. Claire whirls to see Essie stepping around her, her tail swishing in the air. 

“U-um, hi Essie.” Claire stutters as her partymate steps onto the bench beside her. “Is, um, is everything okay?”

Essie responds by curling up into a ball beside Claire, who scoots to the side to make room for her. “S-sorry, I didn’t mean to be in your way.”

Essie looks up at Claire, eyes full of annoyance and expectation. Claire’s heart rate jumps. She feels the world close in around her. “I-I-”

“She wants your attention.” Miriom says from across the table, watching the two of them with her chin propped on one hand. “Corbyne and me are busy, so she needs someone to pet her.”

“M-me?” Claire asks, looking over at Miriom. In answer one of Essies hands bats her thigh. Claire looks down to see Essie twisting, arching her tummy up toward her. “H-how do I?”

“Like you’d touch a cat, or a girl.” Miriom answers, her grin growing wider.

“I-I um, I haven’t-” As Claire stutters one of Essies hands wraps around her wrist and tugs.

Swallowing her reflex to flinch away, Claire lets Essie guide her hand down and onto her stomach. As her fingers meet the leather of Essie’s armor the catgirl slides her hand down Claire’s wrist and onto the back of her palm. She presses gently downward and Claire follows the movement spreading and lowering her hand until it’s flat against Essie. 

“Circles.” Essie speaks for the first time since dinner, then she lifts her hand from Claire’s and looks up at her, eyes still expectant but now bereft of annoyance.

Slowly, stutteringly, braced for rejection, Claire begins to move her palm in a circle over Essie’s stomach. The catgirl shifts and squirms beneath her, pressing herself up into Claire’s touch. D-does that mean she likes it? Claire thinks to herself. Or maybe she’s trying to push me off? 

"I am curious, is this more vanilla than usual for you two?"

"Really? This is about normal? That's a surprise."

"Here, could we try something? I feel like it might teach you some things about eachother."

"Alright, just tell me if you want me to stop."

"Now, I'm just going to take your arms and hold them here by your wrists, just lie back and don't cover yourself up."

"And now you can just do whatever you want to her, she'll tell you if she wants you to stop, so unless she does just keep going. Try to let loose."

"Ooh, I think I was onto something."

"Don't worry, you don't need to do anything more than react to how she's touching you, you're doing perfect."

"Can you hear how she's feeling? You're doing a great job."

"Since we started undressing, actually earlier than that, it seemed like you were looking at eachother like you knew where you each belonged. Like you knew who was meant to take charge and who was meant to submit."