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Ahri’s hips reactively jostle as Evelynn’s hand nears her core. Her hands immediately find Evelynn’s thighs, right below her ass, nails digging in deep. Ahri keeps her claws clenched, gripped hard where they are to keep herself from struggling too much. Evelynn’s hand is on her throat now, and she knows it won’t be leaving anytime soon. However, she thinks, for a moment, that Evelynn will allow her a relief breath before they continue. But it would seem Ahri is entirely too naive, somehow, after all this time. The thrust of Evelynn’s tongue has Ahri tearing up, throat tightening as she gags. And yet she still pulls Evelynn in further, swallowing their mixed saliva, as if instinctually trying to clear up her airway so she can breathe. At the same time, her hips buck once more, right into Evelynn’s hand. If she could moan or plead, she would. But every sound she makes is muffled by the devil herself.

It isn’t easy, but Ahri takes Evelynn. Inch by inch, contracting wet muscle slithering along the walls of her throat. Invasive and alien. A feeling most unnatural and unbelievably… hot. Ahri can feel herself throbbing between her legs. Drool starts to pool around the corners of her lips, but they’re not the only set growing wet. Her whine is only cut off when Evelynn puts a hand to her throat, replaced instead with a short strangled gasp and the sound of Ahri struggling to swallow.

This is an awkward angle for a deep kiss, with Ahri in Evelynn’s lap, head partially turned. But she is by no means complaining. That is, until Evelynn decides she wants to occupy Ahri’s throat. Even then, it’s not much a complaint than it is whining. A hard swallow. Ahri makes a noise that’s a bit of a moan mixed in with gurgled protest. She doesn’t gag- but that’s not surprising in the least. Ahri’s fairly used to choking on Evelynn by now, tongue or otherwise.

Oh, yes. The terms of endearment she’s so fond of; she does know those words. Even 'good’ and 'girl’ and the implications of such words in combination. The last part escapes her, however. “You like when I’m clueless, don’t you?” Ahri shakes her head while she twirls her fingers further into Evelynn’s hair. “Does that do it for you, hmmm? I wonder…” 

“Yeah? Do I get a reward?” Ahri grins, eyes narrowing as she drops her gaze to Evelynn. She sets her other hand against Evelynn’s waist, legs propped up to hug the back of Evelynn’s thighs. The tip of her tail flutters at Evelynn’s ankles. 

“Mmmm, something about… we have fun?” She utters the last phrase in English, rather pleased with her pronunciation, though it is heavily accented. Her hand finds the nape of Evelynn’s neck, fingers playing with the roots of her hair as she gently keeps Evelynn in place. 

Mm, that’s nice. The tip of her tail waves excitedly. “I don’t think memory and patience are the same thing, Evelynn.” She cranes her head a bit further, letting Evelynn have all the access she could possibly want of Ahri’s neck. 

Ahri tilts her head a bit back and a little to the side, letting Evleynn trail kisses along her jaw. She shivers as Evelynn touches her tail, and her tail curls into Evelynn’s hand. “What does that have to do with patience?”

Quite accustomed to Evelynn’s sudden proximity, Ahri is unfazed by being abruptly jerked closer. She only offers Evelynn a small chuckle and a head shake. “I’m not as clueless as you would like to believe, Evelynn.” Ahri raises her other hand to cup Evelynn’s cheek, thumb rubbing gently against Evelynn’s skin. “Though, I’m starting to think you’d prefer it if I was.”

As she’s kissed, Ahri starts to lean forward, only for her enjoyment to be cut short. Aw. Evelynn usually kisses her much deeper and for much longer than that. What a tease.  “Wait, where are you going?” Ahri reaches out to grab Evelynn’s hand as if to tell her not to leave. They were in the middle of something… “We barely started…! I can be patient…” 

Such possessive hands bring a shiver to her spine, rolling down the length of her tail. More. More, more, more. She’s about to bring herself closer again, but her arms keep her distanced. A small space between them. Ah, right. That. They’re doing something important. Hm. She can’t help but suspect Evelynn is playing some sort of game with her now, purposefully teasing her – as if she isn’t always. Ahri almost didn’t notice at first because it comes along so naturally. Evelynn’s hands are almost always on her when they’re together. Or hers are on Evelynn. But now that she’s actually trying to keep from touching Evelynn too much, she’s much more aware of all the sensuous contact. It’s very rare that Ahri would ever draw away from Evelynn’s touch, after all. “So, what did that mean then?” Ahri raises a brow. “What were you saying?” It’s still too many words for Ahri to have kept track of, so really it’s pointless for her to ask. Still, she’s curious. 

“… Could you go slower, please? I don’t know what you’re saying,” Ahri tells her. She’s determined to get through this lesson. They can always fuck later. A step further, Ahri lets her arms slide away from Evelynn’s waist. No need to hold on anymore; Evelynn’s agreed to help her! And… maybe she’ll be less distracted if they’re making less contact. Hopefully her body will calm down a bit if she puts just a little space between them… as much as she would love to keep hugging onto Evelynn. Her hands remain at Evelynn’s hips, however, not quite ready to tear away from touching Evelynn entirely. Maybe at forearms’ length is enough? 

“… Could you go slower, please? I don’t know what you’re saying,” Ahri tells her. She’s determined to get through this lesson. They can always fuck later. A step further, Ahri lets her arms slide away from Evelynn’s waist. No need to hold on anymore; Evelynn’s agreed to help her! And… maybe she’ll be less distracted if they’re making less contact. Hopefully her body will calm down a bit if she puts just a little space between them… as much as she would love to keep hugging onto Evelynn. Her hands remain at Evelynn’s hips, however, not quite ready to tear away from touching Evelynn entirely. Maybe at forearms’ length is enough? 

“Ah… Evelynn?” Ahri’s cheeks tinge with a faint rosy flush. They’re so close too, pressed up against each other. So intimate. It always was, but she feels so much more aware of it now. Evelynn’s curves snugly complimenting hers… She can’t hold Evelynn any tighter in a way that wouldn’t get uncomfortable quick. But she wants more. More Evelynn. And she isn’t sure how to get it. These thoughts are so distracting from this English lesson… Why does she have to feel like this now of all times? Oh, how she laments her pathetically poor control over her lascivious impulses.

The first sentence she knows all too well. 'Yes’ and 'baby’ and 'yes, baby’. She’s heard those words all the time. That one’s easy. The second sentence sounds like words she should know but with some sort of variation that she can’t quite catch. More or less she gets the gist of it with the context provided. It’s said faster than she’d like for learning, but that’s okay. By the third sentence, Ahri is lost. This pace is too fast. Too many words. Too many syllables. Here and there she can pick up a word she thinks she recognizes. But the context is lost by now. And for a reason she isn’t sure of, she’s feeling… riled up. “Go slower,” she requests in Korean, furrowing her brows at Evelynn. “You’re going too fast.” 

Ahri gives a small nod of agreement when Evelynn apparently pities her. While Ahri knows fully well that it’s meant as mockery, she’d have to say it’s true. She certainly feels neglected, but perhaps that’s the dramatics. Her eyes dart over to the plastic wrapped body. “You wouldn’t even send me a picture,” she adds, tone pitching particularly pathetically. Woe is her and her lack of nudes. 

Now that Evelynn’s hands are active once more, Ahri’s hands return to where they were: playfully combing through Evelynn’s hair. She twirls her fingers through the long loose curls that flow over Evelynn’s shoulder. Such a pretty magenta. This seems to get her to smile– her eyes flicker back to Evelynn’s, her expression cheeky. 

“I sent plenty of pictures.” Evelynn responds as her hand slides to Ahri’s breast and squeezes. She pinches her nipple with index and thumb, then rolls the nipple between her fingers.