[Focusing on Trevor and Alucard has come with the surprisingly pleasant side effect of acting as a deterrent to finishing herself, not from lack of interest but simply because it had been easy enough to set the pursuit of her own pleasure aside in favor of watching the two of them; that all changes dramatically when they start to touch her more significantly, playing her body like a fine instrument in a way that has her mouth falling open and tension mounting like scaling the side of a tall peak. Suddenly there's so much to focus on, and she can't divide her attention across all of it, and she doesn't quite know what to do with herself —
And Alucard is just, he's right there and she's squirming around moving anyway, and it's so easy to just fall forward and land her mouth somewhere near the juncture of his neck and shoulder and bite, not even so much to try to please him as just from needing to do something and not knowing where to begin.
It's a blunt and dull-edged thing that lasts until Trevor shatters and sighs and pulls her back against him, which shifts her in a way that feels fantastic, and she's close close close close but not quite, not quite — there.
The noise she makes is somewhere between a wail and a whine, keening softly as she topples over her own precipice, toes curling and stomach quivering and she's long since lost the presence of mind to keep her fingers cold with magic, but she hasn't lost her rhythm of trying to drag Alucard over with her when she goes.]
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And Alucard is just, he's right there and she's squirming around moving anyway, and it's so easy to just fall forward and land her mouth somewhere near the juncture of his neck and shoulder and bite, not even so much to try to please him as just from needing to do something and not knowing where to begin.
It's a blunt and dull-edged thing that lasts until Trevor shatters and sighs and pulls her back against him, which shifts her in a way that feels fantastic, and she's close close close close but not quite, not quite — there.
The noise she makes is somewhere between a wail and a whine, keening softly as she topples over her own precipice, toes curling and stomach quivering and she's long since lost the presence of mind to keep her fingers cold with magic, but she hasn't lost her rhythm of trying to drag Alucard over with her when she goes.]