Thread: Halloween on a Haunted Hill [Lady Grimoire x Acitar]

Although Sylvia had heard his words, the concern over another's presence was rather quickly brushed aside as irrelevant. The thought of discovery elicited the equivalent of a nonchalant, mental shrug, or perhaps more aptly, a brief, internal, 'so?' It wasn't like she was doing anything beyond the ordinary of the party, and she held on to nothing, such as shame, which would have otherwise stayed her action. Thus, she continued. That tongue, continued. The feel of her lips. All of it. At least for a time, when she paused, again. Her eyes blinked a few times, tongue drawing back to her mouth with an unfamiliar taste. It was at once pleasant and not, very different than the drinks she had imbibed previously. More salty, more... bitter, and her tongue soon returned after not more than a five or six second pause--this like drawing right across that opening where the precum was slipping out from to gather more to taste. Gaze flicking up toward him, she hadn't failed to notice his reaction. His look. The way he was trembling, and ever so subtly pushing himself toward her mouth. Was it a desire to thrust more of his length inside her mouth? An offer? Sylvia tilted her head as her gaze held on him, both eyes focused as without too much further thought, she accepted. Lips parted, ever so slightly, she leaned in deeper. Warm, and wet, they touched his tip, rolling over it as they expanded to fit the head inside her mouth. Lightly pressing, those lips advanced up his shaft, gliding over each inch of skin just before it disappeared inside her apparently quite eager mouth. Sylvia's tongue was not idle though. Inside her mouth, starting at the tip, it swirled around, wrapping and coiling as a snake might to a nice treat. If Miles had the presence of mind for it, he may realise the inhuman nature of the sensations he was feeling, but not only was more and more of him being buried within Sylvia's mouth, but the girl nearby was stirring as well. The girl leaned this way, and that, getting up on her toes, and ducking down, even going as far as to shade her eyes from a nonexistent sun as though it helped her see a greater distance in the dark. Sometimes, she came close to doing a full turn toward the pair--the young man against the tree and the lady on her knees--but she never quite made the full turn. Slowly, she started backing away from the woods, but her stumbling gait left her path wavering as she moved. Slowly aligning herself on a collision course with the pair, though more specifically, Sylvia herself. A sudden shift happened on Sylvia's face as she took the last inch to the base in her mouth--she gagged, and pulled back slightly with a bewildered expression. The unfortunate side to the form she was only just exploring was she wasn't quite aware of all the natural reflexes the human body had. It caused the coiling of her tongue to pause, wrapped around the head and just under a quarter way down Miles' member. Writhing, twisting, rubbing, not advancing, yet not sitting still. It rubbed, massaged even, while the rest enjoyed the nice heated space amid breaths from the woman's nose. Edging forward again caused her to gag again, and make another face. It might show her inexperience, but it might also show something else since most people wouldn't have quite the confused demeanor in response. Nor persistently try, which was what she had done, a desire to explore causing her to gently bob back and forth. Taking in that last inch, enveloping him all the way to his base, pulling back, a few second pause, then attempting the action again, each time pushing the tip to the back of her throat. Worse, perhaps, was that Sylvia wasn't silent. Each time drew a hushed noise from her, and that may have drew the retreating girl's attention as she suddenly paused. The partygoer's head turned slightly from side to side, glancing about, maybe even listening, trying to discern the source of the noise not quite yet realising it was coming from a mere three or four steps just behind her.