ā¦ summary : hsr valentine's special! how your faves would go about spoiling you this holiday.
ā¦ content warnings : none, a lot of fluff. find your love language, and see which characters would do the best at giving you it! ā part two 'what are their love languages' coming march 14th
WORDS OF AFFIRMATION
They've always held you in high regard. Their partner is wonderful in so many ways words alone can't explain. But they'll find a way to worship you with them anyways. A coy smile on their face or a heartfelt expression is what you'll see as they shower you with compliments and minute things you didn't know they kept track of.
ft. jade, anaxa, CIPHER, feixiao, WELT, sparkle, SUNDAY
PHYSICAL TOUCH
You thought they were physical before? Oh you haven't seen anything yet. Valentine's morning, and they'll have a hard time letting you go. Your Valentine's with them is filled with cuddles, holding and kissing at every moment. They've given you their heart, and they can only hope to be closer to yours.
ft. topaz, BOOTHILL, constance, FIREFLY, guinaifen, MYDEI, kafka, ARGENTI
GIVING GIFTS
That odd device you mentioned a month ago? Merch of characters you told them you liked? They'll find a way to get you it. And don't get them wrong, their presents are passionate. Handmade crafts, considerate keepsakes. They'll either surprise you by sheer quantity or quality. Each gift is a fraction of their heart.
ft. ruan mei, AVENTURINE, phainon, CYRENE, serval, sampo, DAN HENG
ACTS OF SERVICE
They spend the whole day doting on you. Like it's their life's purpose to make sure you're not stressed, hungry or unsatisfied. They'll make you breakfast, massage your neck, get you your favorite drink. There's no uncertainty that you'll be able to feel how much they care. This day is all about you, and they're determined to show how infallible their love is.
ft. veritas ratio, HIMEKO, jiaoqiu, MOZE, gallagher, ROBIN
QUALITY TIME
They wish they could have all the time in the world to stay right by your side. Forever is a thing that's hard to imagine. But they don't have to worry about that as long as you wake up and go to sleep together. Whatever date night they planned ends up soothing their heart because you're there with them, busy schedules aside, they'll make dedicated time for you
ft. ACHERON, aglaea, CASTORICE, march 7th, JING YUAN, blade
no matter what, your faves love you in just the right way you need.
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NOTE: Based off her in-game text convo! constance i love you so much i love you oh my god the fandom doesn't deserve you. if i wasn't saving for aven sp i would pull in an instant like ohhhhmygod i love her. shes so good. i love evil women. i might write a short fic based on this but idk.
TAGS: memory fuckery
ā The Dahlia, most familiar to you as Constance, had entered your family without warning.
ā Regardless of what age you are now, your mother had died when you were very young. You have fleeting memories of her face, her voice, and your father especially was broken up over her death. He often reminisced with such deep love in his voice. He had sworn never to love again.
ā Which is why it was such a shock to you when he suddenly introduced her out of the blue. Constance. His lover. Smiling like a snake offering an apple, with an air blanketed in rich perfume. Your father had looked so happy, wearing that face he always wore when he talked about mother.
ā You didn't like Constance, not one bit. There was something seriously wrong with her and how coy she spoke. And she always looked at you for too long when you didn't fawn over her like the rest of the family. You were a simple working-class family on some nowhere planet, so maybe that's why the rest were so welcoming to such a noble lady.
ā Constance tried to make idle talk with you when she wasn't hanging off your fathers arm. Always with that same, glinting smile. You didn't entertain it, you couldn't stand being in the same room as her.
ā What you didn't know is that your father and the rest of your family had long since fallen under the Cremator's charm. Their memories altered and slowly being lured away and burned to a crisp in a flame of blue.
ā Everyone was affected except you. And you realise it too late.
ā You return home one day to find your entire family unresponsive. Eyes glazed over. Breathing, but already gone. You try to call emergency services but the signal has been cut, you try to leave the house only to find out the way you came in no longer exists anymore. You're trapped.
ā Until a wisp flickering off a demonic tail shines in your peripherals. You're never seen on your home planet again.
ā You're now forced along with her and her escapades of serial-betrayal. Jumping from group to group and faction to faction without ever having a say about anything.
ā She often refers to you as her 'baby,' treats you with such sickeningly sweet attention. Kisses your forehead or your cheek in greetings or goodbyes, insists on brushing your hair or doing your makeup if you wear it, she's very physically affectionate.
ā Insists on you calling her 'mother' or any other variant, she won't budge on this.
ā Any memories you'd rather forget? Constance has already burned them away! And while she'd rather have the current you, if you ever get a bit too out of line, do something really drastic- then you might just forget about your life before this entirely.
ā All memories of your family? Gone. Constance has always been your mother, and despite being a single one at that, has always worked so hard to provide for you! She was there for your first steps, for your first word, you remember that, right? Ignore those bouts of Deja Vu, mother knows best.
ā Oh. And Black Swan has definetly met you. She feels bad for you.
Ā° Herta will definitely be surprised when she hears about your pregnancy. She's also not a fan of children because they're loud and require 24/7 care. But don't worry, she won't throw your baby away. She might be a little busy so she won't take care of you, but she'll definitely let her puppets take care of you! So don't be surprised when you wake up and your bed is surrounded by like 10 puppets, waiting for your command. She'll also punish them if they do shity work.
Ā° Sometimes she stays home with you so her puppets don't get attached to you, because she's the original one obviously. So when you're trying to sleep, you can see the light coming from her side bed while she works. But she'll stop if the light bothers you too much. She falls asleep with her hand on your belly, rubbing it gently. But she's not even aware of doing that tho.
Ā° Don't even try to force her to spend time with your child. It makes her feel strange to look at It. Not in a malicious way, of course. She uses her puppets to care for It. But one day, your child somehow ends up in her office, and she's forced to play with it. She curses a little when that thing dares to pull her hair. But strangely enough, she can't stay mad at It...
Feixiao
Ā° She's a mother??? Cool! The first thought that literally popped into her head... She's the first to announce that her beloved has a child, a fact that almost the entire planet knows... She even visits Yukong, just to yapp about her beautiful wife, who's carrying HER child, and to ask for advice, because she has a daughter too. Poor Yukong has to listen to Feixiao's ramblings and tell her what to do and what not to do.
Ā° Feixiao loves cuddling with you with her hand on your belly and feeling your baby kick, It makes her feel so relaxed. I think she loves smelling you too, because you smell just like her! She also makes sure to bring you everything you need in a flash so her wife doesn't have to wait too long!
Ā° She's taking your child with her to watch her train, because one day it will be as strong as her! And then she'll have less to worry about her wife, because she'll have another warrior to protect you. Maybe your child will compete in the tournament someday too?
Constance
Ā° Constance is an interesting character because once she chooses someone, she'll keep you all to herself (even if she doesn't look like it). Her reaction to your pregnancy is somewhere between surprise and joy, which brings a grin to her face. (Now that I think about it, I remember Constance's messages to Traiblazer about her "family." Imagine her talking about you and your child, asking Traiblazer for advice on what kind of mother she should be...)
Ā° You can see how surprised everyone is to see her carrying your baby in a stroller like an innocent little angel. But despite this, everyone knows that she is far from an angel... She'd even take you on walks with her to show off you. Just to tease everyone about having a baby with you.
Ā° But don't worry, Constance truly loves your child. She might teach it one or more of her tricks, but it's for its own good. Building a family with you is something she won't tire of. She wants to create more beautiful memories together, ones she won't burn.
Kafka
Ā° Kafka is somewhere between a good mother and a bad one. Why? Because she's a wanted criminal by the IPC and shouldn't be putting her child in danger. But that doesn't stop her from starting a family with you! She'll do anything to keep her family happy.
Ā° She's often away from home for work, but she always leaves you with someone she trusts (probably someone like Traiblazer, but I don't think they're the best at taking care..). When she's home, she loves to lie on the bed with you, having her hand your belly and feeling your baby kick.
Ā° When your child is older, she tries not to take them on missions with her because she doesn't want her child to follow her example. But as your child grows, they become more curious about her work. So, she might break this rule a little. But she's very careful. But she'll understand your anger when you find out and will try to calm you down....
Disclaimer: NSFW, use of aphrodisiac, (maybe) dubious consent, cunnilingus, brief dom/sub undertones
"is it true that this chocolate is safe? because as much as I want to believe you, darling, your... demeanor haven't been so convincing for the past few minutes"
your scrutinizing eyes skim through every surface of the black and white piece of dessert. to be fair, the decoration is quite adorable, Constance really took into account your reference for cute little things and transformed it into a thoughtful gift in Valentine's Day. there is a lovely golden ribbon settled in the middle of the box to complement the simple monochrome wrapping paper, alongside of elegant cursive letters of your name which no doubt belonged to her handwriting. inside, six heart-shaped chocolate pieces seat neatly, each of them has different decor pattern: spade, representing the shape of her tail; flowers, one of your signature and the other her dahlia; a cupid arrow shot through heart; and two calligraphy capitals of your names.
you still recall the surprise, coupled with amusement when you opened your apartment door and found the infamous Dahlia whom the Trailblazer from the Astral Express warned you about standing confidently, hands holding a grand bouquet of your favorite flowers as well as a small, lovely box of handmade chocolate.
in your opinion, the thought of eating anything related to Constance will result in two scenarios. one, it will be one of the most satisfying experience, given her quirky nature of having expertise in random fields (you watched in awe as she skillfully crafted a complex origami after one look at the tutorial) and if not, her strange obsession to please you would also strive her to perfectionate everything. this scenario, of course, will make your heart swoon in affection, then inevitably lead to steamy, romantic sex for the rest of the day.
the second scenario, or the other unfortunate one, will cause you to become safely poisoned (in some way or another, you realized Constance never harm you physically). your brain flashback to the one time the demon fed you some kind of substance-induced candy only to transform into a feline-hybrid. needless to say, despite the desperation and plead in her apologies, Constance was banned from your bed for a whole month.
so, when you see the familiar mischievous curl of her lips and continuous sways of her black tail, the probability of the latter scenario already outweigh any good intentions she has. but the moment you reluctantly refuse to eat them, your stupidly cute girlfriend has to give you the most watery, wet puppy eyes ever with her faux disappointed voice: "you don't like the gift I spent the whole night before to make...?", your brain automatically shut down any rational thoughts. well screw it, it's just a chocolate, what could possibly go wrong to the point your life's threatened?
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you should really think twice before trusting a greedy demon who swallowed nihilism for fun, because thirty minutes after one bite of that damn aphrodisiac chocolate, you are currently half laying on the couch, legs spread with Constance bobbing her head up and down between them. you cannot control your high-pitched voice, cannot even control any limbs on your body to push her away from devouring your pussy; as if you unconsciously already gave Constance permission to do that instead. control, whether mentally or physically, is what she excels in; and right now she's moving your body like a puppeteer with their darling plaything.
"have you noticed that, dear," she talks between licks, lips shine with a mix of her own saliva and your arousal, "although I swallowed the other half of your assumed inappropriately drugged chocolate, my body is still perfectly normal?". she places an audible kiss on your clit and earned a welcoming scream from you, then rises her head high enough to make eye-contact. she pouts: "have you ever considered the possibility that your body simply yearned to be pleasured by me, rather than blaming my thoughtful Valentine's gift? after all the effort and love I put into these chocolates, my girlfriend doesn't even acknowledge it. how sad..."
Constance's hand squeezed your cunt hard as you shake your head, enjoying the ambrosia oozing out from your fluttering folds. her pout doesn't remain for long when your hips thrust up involuntarily, an action which contrasts your previous denial so much that she cannot help but chuckle. a slap is delivered to momentarily satisfy the burning ache in your groin, and whine in protest.
"should I punish you for mistreating my gifts, dear? or should I stop and leave you bare like this, all desperate and horny... hm, can you choose for me, my love?" as if emphasizing her words, she inserts two long, slender fingers inside your hole, curling in the right spots that make you see stars only to retrieve them seconds before your long-awaited climax.
"n-no... please Constance-" your whine is cut short when she slaps your sensitive cunt again, this time with a little more force; and the extra pain only aided the burning desire underneath. it takes several seconds for your lust-filled mind to register her disappointed tsk, several more to realize the suggestive innuendo- no, more like an unspoken command for your obedience. any dignity thrown away when your dry throat stutters out a shaky, barely full sentence:
"d-don't stop Constance, pleaseā¦ punish me, use me, fuck me- any way you like, just p-please don't stopā¦!" you don't need to look at her to capture how her violet eyes brighten up dangerously, how her tattooed tongue darts out to lick her lips like a predator contemplating whether to devour its prey immediately or not. you don't need to look, because having your thighs hoisted up by a strong black tail until they're eye-level is enough to understand your girlfriend's enthusiasm. Constance resumes her position on the apartment floor, but before you can voice your concern for her possible discomfort, a long, firm and thorough lick on your pussy sends your mind spiraling.
hearing the sound of your lovely moans only motivates her more. this time, Constance doesn't stop. she starts with the small bundle of nerves, giving it plenty of attention by swirling her fleshy muscle around in circles, then licking up and down until you can only utter broken pleas and syllables of her name. one of her hands scrambles on the soft cushions to find your own, intertwining them in such affectionate manner that you can't help but melt. the other one slide its slender fingers into your gaping hole, two to be exact, and you arch your back deliciously at the sudden intrusion.
it only takes another minute and a half when that familiar burning need for release to appear again. Constance coos softly, hot breaths fanning your stimulated clit as she doubles her effort; then, with another three more thrusts and one curl on your g-spot, spurts of cum splash onto her satisfied face. your voice has long become hoarse from screaming too much, so you can only stops her ministrations by whining small, exhausted pleas. she releases your clit with an audible 'pop'.
"absolutely delightful, dear. I hope you're not that tired, since there are still, well, five pieces left. and of course my good, obedient girlfriend doesn't intend to waste any of them, does she?"
waaaa happy very belated Valentine's days (āĀ“ā”`ā) I genuinely didn't plan to write anything at all but staying at home doing nothing during lunar new year (Tįŗæt in particular lol) somehow urges me to open my laptop... anw!!!! this year's Valentine's art is so hshshsh mmhnn my pookie Constance and Agy (ā§ā½ā¦)
I hope you enjoy reading this since it's been a while since I wrote NSFW, and to say my writing skill has become rusty is underrated urrghhh... I also plan to change my theme for 2026 too, before uni starts again TT born to write wlw forced to write essays
hello angey, i wanna be bred by constance, thank you
CW: Talk of pregnancy, mentioned breeding kink, mentioned womb tattoo, implied sex, might be ooc for Constance
I think at first, Constance would not like the idea of having a baby. She has a very dangerous job and she isnāt sure if she is mentally fit enough to be a parent (she is a bit deranged after all). However, Iām sure with your constant begging and barrage of baby videos sent to her phone, Constance will eventually cave in to your demands. The thought of your belly swelling with her child is a very appealing thought after all. Sheād be lying if she said she did not think about it from time to time, sometimes even fantasizing about it.
āYou want a child that badly? My child?ā Constance pretends to think it over. āYou do know once you bear my offspring, your body will belong to me.ā
Of course you knew that, Constance has told you about the infamous womb tattoo that could claim you so many times. You would beg for her to finish inside without a condom every time you had sex, hoping she would mark you as hers. Yet Constance would always hush you and chastise you for being so eager, never quite giving in to your demands as she was waiting for the perfect moment.
This time, this time however, you will finally get your perfect moment.
āIāve always been yours. Youāve just been too much of a coward to take off the rubber.ā
At your challenging and slightly disrespectful tone, Constanceās eyes flash with amusement. The succubusā tail flicks with repressed energy before backing you up to the bed. āWife of mine, careful now. You make it difficult to resist the temptation of filling you with my kin.ā
āThatās exactly what I want though,ā you whine, grabbing onto her hands. āPlease Constance. I want a babyā¦I want your baby.ā
The succubus heaves at your insolent little pleas but finds herself wanting to give in. Oh what the heck, you two were both married women with enough money to support several families. Perhaps it was time to have a little demon crawling around the manor. Constance tsks before leaning down to lave at your neck with her tongue, pinning you down to the mattress as a small tent begins to rise in the dress.
āYou want to be a mother that badly? Fine then, letās see how many little Dahlias we can plant in this fertile womb of yoursā¦ā
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ft. black swan, constance, cyrene, himeko, pearl, & yao guang | gn!reader
ā” genres: romance, fluff
ā” word count: black swan - 164, constance - 200, cyrene - 161, himeko - 190, pearl - 200, yao guang - 179 | total: 1.1k
ā” warnings: constance - mentions of blood, suggestive themes, hints of a blood kink
ā” notes: happy valentine's day!! <3 please enjoy these little drabbles of kisses with them :)
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Black Swanās kiss fractures like stained glass. Itās an enigma of color, a mystery of sensation. Her touch is kaleidoscopic, scattering love over your body. Her lips lead your dance through light and shadow, the glassā pattern posing no challenge for her grace. These very steps left your mind hazy, thoughts reigned by every card she revealed.
Black Swanās favorite kisses are given to your hand. Perfectly formal and honoring, she enjoys how flustered this kiss leaves you. Often sheāll entwine your hands after, bringing you closer for a kiss on your lips. Her fingertips dance across your lower back as she grips your hand, parting with a knowing smile.
Your favorite kisses come in the morning. Slow and affectionate, Black Swan always takes her time with you in the early light. Thereās no rush to leave each other's warmth, every glide of lips purely indulgent. Candles still cover her features in gold, painting a spark in her eyes that only draws you closer.
Constanceās kiss ignites a fire in your veins. Her claws find their way around your nape, dragging you deeper into the flame. Her lips move like poised blades, her small pricks their strike. Lidded eyes speak of her exhilaration, smile utterly loving and wicked as her cheeks grow red. She canāt resist diving in for more, all too eager to remember this moment.
Constanceās favorite kisses are bloody and deep. She can never resist biting your bottom lip, but some nights her passion simply becomes all-consuming. Her floral scent wraps around you soothingly, entirely juxtaposed by her sharp teeth. Her tongue darts out to gather the budding blood, her lips once again nearing to suck and draw out more of that fine taste. Constance canāt help but press into you, desperate amidst her affection.
Your favorite kisses were the first after her return. Traipsing through memories was one of her favorite pastimes, one that you could not always participate in. Often she gets lost in the momentās euphoria, like a cat toying with their food. The end of her escapades proved worth the wait, with the way she would dance you into her arms and sigh into your following kiss.
Cyreneās kiss feels like an ancient storyās climax. Sweet and enrapturing, her lips find yours in a steady progression. She starts at your forehead, venturing down to your cheeks and nose, before finally meeting your lips. She laughs against you, her joy contagious.
Cyreneās favorite kisses carry a swingās rhythm. Soft then harsh, slow then fast, short then long. The constant change of pace leaves her on her toes, leading her along a new plot to discover. Love brings so many precious experiences, she can never hope to note them all down. Instead her heart remembers every brush of your lips, every sigh and quiet groan. Such special moments ought to be preserved in a special place, after all~
Your favorite kisses are unconventional yet endearing. The delicate brush of your eyelashes across Cyreneās cheek has always felt like a butterflyās wing, though you preferred to call them star kisses. Ephemeral and comforting, you both find peace in this little ritual.
Himekoās kiss energizes you like the bitter drink she adores. Her painted lips bear coffeeās bold flavor, sweet as can be when tasted from her. Practiced elegance leads her fingertips to your forehead, brushing aside stray hairs and guiding them behind your ear. Your smile is far too enticing, leading her to place another kiss at the end of your jaw.
Himekoās favorite kisses involve learning, taking your time to explore what the other likes. Discovery is the flame of trailblazing, curiosity its spark. Himeko seeks to know as much of you as possible, and the vulnerability of a kiss allows her a perfect view into your heart and mind. Loveās journey has returned to her station, ready for her to embark once again.
Your favorite kisses are given on the shoulder, a silent reminder and easing of weight. It's natural to get lost in travel, repairs, and books ā such is the life of a Nameless. These little kisses are grounding, something to draw each other back to the moment and simply enjoy the company. On more taxing days, they lift the navigatorās burden, even if only by a fraction.
Pearlās kiss echoes the tides. Graceful and constant, she is anything but afraid to express what she feels for you. Her heart may be robotic, but it swells and ebbs with waterās evocative emotion. Even her eloquence cannot traverse their tempest, falling into the waves of her lips on yours.
Pearlās favorite kisses are placed on her wrists. The golden plates there are sensitive, covering the very wires that sustain her. It is an intimate spot; a place she hopes conveys her trust in you when your lips greet the metal. Your touch makes her feel appreciated, like a work of art to be cherished. Such a sentiment is rare among the IPC, a fact that leaves her craving your security.
Your favorite kisses are given to the shell of your ear. A subtle and private location, all the more sensitive for it. Pearl loves placing a simple peck there throughout her busy day, one that never fails to melt your body into the current. At night, when youāre cuddled close above endless lights and performances, her kiss is even softer. Placed from behind, slow and steady. Her lips finally find yours after, pace fluctuating like waves on the shore.
Yao Guangās kiss brushes like a featherās caress. She starts simple, teasing even. Her lips press into yours quick and light, returning with the same force until you finally break. Her next kiss is bold, something to surprise now, as she enjoys your stunned posture. Your smile into her next kiss only spurs her on further.
Yao Guangās favorite kisses feel like fates colliding. A burst of starlight, a kettle on too long. When your lips meet with the intensity of a hurricane, there is nothing she wants to do but fall into it. There are no questions nor doubts in this moment ā only the force of your body against hers matters, every emotion pouring from your lips.
Your favorite kisses are left on her fingertips. They are elegant, yet well-worn by divination tools and fortuneās essence. Poised as a bird or preparing to strike, they are always in use. Your kiss is sweet, almost worshipping, in its press against her fingertip. The smirk on her face is worth more than the cosmos, your kiss following more than the Huntās arrow.
Honkai Star Rail || Constance The Dahlia x fem!reader || Smut
You didn't know whether this was a dream or reality, but whatever it wasā¦. 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 staringā¦" 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.
"Mmā¦ 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 badā¦ 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. Constanceās hips jerked forward instinctively, grinding down against you and her smirk widened at the choked groan you made.
āThatās it, donāt stopā¦ā 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.
"Ahā! 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 werenāt 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.
Finally, when you seemed sated enough, she lifted herself, sitting on your hips with a flushed face. Her breath was slightly ragged, she was clearly aroused feeling the wet sensations of your mouth lingering on her nipples. Her tail coiled around your thigh possessively, squeezing once before she leaned forward again, face-to-face. Her warm breath brushed your cheek, her nail trailing down your neck as she whispered, "You'll have to take responsibility for this, darling~"
