#constance hsr

You didn't know whether this was a dream or reality, but whatever it was…. you didn't want it to end. You were laying on your back, sprawled across the soft sheets of an unfamiliar bed. Above you stood Constance, her lips curled into a playful smirk as she trailed a single finger, her long nail down the curve of her chest.

"You've been staring…" she murmured, voice dripping with amusement. "Like what you see?~"

You swallowed hard, unable to form words as Constance leaned over, her dress gaping to reveal more than enough. Her floral scent filled your nose, dizzying in its closeness. The mattress dipped beneath her knee as she straddled your hips, the heat of her body pressing against yours in a way that made your pulse stutter.

"Mm… guess I'll take that as a yes~" she teased, her fingers brushing the hem of her bodice.

The fabric slipped lower with deliberate slowness, exposing smooth skin that gleamed under the dim light. You could feel your breath hitch, her nipples were already pebbled, brushing against your chest as she leaned down. Her tail leisurely stroked your cheek, the heart-shaped end caressing along your jaw as her tongue flicked out to lick her lips, practically offering herself to you.

"You look so desperate~" she whispered, her breath warm against your ear.

Before you could answer, she pressed forward, her soft flesh pushing against your parted lips. The taste of her skin flooded your senses as she guided your mouth to her nipple, rolling it between your teeth just hard enough to make her sigh.

"That's it, have your fill~" she coaxed, fingers tangling in your hair, nails scraping against your scalp in a way that sent sparks down your spine. Her hips rocked against yours with deliberate friction, like she knew exactly how to unravel you.

The moment your tongue flicked across her nipple, she let out a breathy laugh as if she'd already mapped every reaction you'd have before you even had it. Her tail curled possessively around your wrist, pinning it to the mattress as she pressed herself deeper into your mouth. You could feel her heartbeat against your lips, rapid and unsteady, betraying the control in her voice.

"Is this what you wanted all along?~" she murmured, her fingers tightening in your hair as you sucked harder.

Her scent drowned you, and the warmth of her skin against your face was almost suffocating in the best way. She rolled her hips again, the thin fabric of her dress riding up just enough for you to feel the damp heat between her thighs pressing against yours. Every breath she took shuddered slightly, like she was holding back a moan but her voice stayed teasingly steady.

"Mm, not bad… but you can do better, can't you?~" Her nails dragged lightly down your neck, leaving goosebumps in their wake.

She shifted her weight, pressing herself more insistently against your mouth and you moaned around her, tongue lapping over the hardened nub. A soft hum vibrated in her throat as your tongue circled her, teasing the sensitive peak, and her fingers tightened in your hair just enough to make you gasp against her. The sound was muffled against her skin, swallowed up by the warmth of her body.

You struggled to breathe, your face practically squished in her ample bosom but your hands kneaded the fleshy mounds all the same, your mouth eagerly sucking like a baby. Constance’s hips jerked forward instinctively, grinding down against you and her smirk widened at the choked groan you made.

“That’s it, don’t stop…” she murmured, guiding your head with a firm grip to switch sides, her other breast pressing against your lips now.

The moment your mouth latched onto her, her tail flicked sharply, curling possessively around your torso, pulling you impossibly closer.

"Ah—! Greedy little thing, aren't you?~" Constance gasped dramatically, her voice laced with a thrill as your teeth grazed her nipple, drawing a shuddering breath from her.

Her fingers twisted tighter in your hair, holding you in place as she arched into your mouth, her hips rolling against yours in slow, deliberate circles. The damp heat of her seeped through your clothes, her thighs trembling slightly as she ground down harder, chasing the friction. Meanwhile, you were salivating around her breasts, mindlessly lapping up and sucking them as if they were the finest desserts.

"Mmm, making such a mess for mommy~" she cooed, her breath hitching when you bit down just enough to make her hips jerk. Her tail coiled possessively around your waist, tugging you flush against her.

The scent of her arousal thickened the air between you, mingling with the heady perfume clinging to her skin. Your nose brushed against the soft swell of her breast as she arched her back, pressing herself deeper into your mouth with a low, approving hum. Her fingers knotted in your hair weren’t just guiding anymore but demanding, pulling you closer every time your tongue faltered, refusing to let you come up for air. The wet sounds of your suckling filled the room, punctuated by her breathy sighs.