Thread: Star Wars RP (Funner & RPG-Girl)

Hearing her sister speak, Selia couldn't help but feel a fresh surge of pride. The was absolutely no way she would've let her sister pass onto someone else, even if she could've elected to skip the one next in line after herself, but even if that old feud and giving her rival victory after so many years wasn't an issue, even if Solia could've held her peace to accept the claim with grace, Selia couldn't have given Yasin up, everything inside her wanted Yasin, so she would take all the girl had with all that she was. She wasn't sure what any of the harem might have thought, seeing Selia carry the greatest treasure she would ever possess, but they knew what day it was, as well as the duty, the privilege, that was Selia's alone to fulfill. It was a sacred work, and was her pride and honor to perform where and however she pleased. When she heard of her gift, she turned around in surprise, she recalled her sister had told her she had a present ready, but she had taken that to mean Yasin was ready to give herself to the Drake now her mind was spinning, what sort of treasure would she be able to add to her small hoard of more common material? She decided she should investigate this, and as she opened the box, she was greeted by a silver gleam from within. She hummed approvingly as she removed it and the leather bundle with it, found that the leather was a length of leash to compliment the iron collar. She was quite taken with practical simplicity, and the name of the Drake in silver was all that it needed as far as adornments went. She smiled as she studied the tracing, it stood out very well against the solid iron, as she felt the heft of it, she wondered if iron was worth it's weight in Ullfi wool. When she had leaned over her Linnorn and closed the iron hinges of her gift, she made sure to lay her cock into the soft dress, she was sure her sister could feel the heat pulsing through it, the eagerness she felt growing stronger in herself, Thank you, Sister, my wife, pride burned inside her, though she hadn't married her yet, the words felt so right, unless there is yet another very ancient tradition you rediscovered from the jaws of time, you have honored me beyond words, I won't let your efforts be wasted. she brought up her claw, the leash wound around it, and thought how good her palm felt with the leash in her hand. The gift just made her want to claim her sister so much more, and started with her mouth, her hand holding the back of her sister's head, growling softly she grew acquainted with the lips that would come to please her well, the depths of her warm, sweet mouth, the soft tongue she brushed her own against. She let out long, rolling groans, the kiss growing more wet and messy as her Linnorn sought out the best ways for her hands to please the Drake. Selia was shivering with blissful excitement as her hands felt the dress' design, and tested her suspicions, carefully at first, but as she found her suspicions confirmed, the dress was not covering her sister's body for long. She considered the courting dress as a treasure, a monument to her sister's love and devotion, as well as skill and wealth, so instead of dropping it on the floor, she lay it over a pillow. She laid her hands on her sister's newly bare flesh, staying true to her word, she explored her the dips and curves of her hips, sides, and stomach, took in the whole of her torso before moving to her breasts, fondling her gently at first, though her hands grew more insistent as she caressed them, her eyes stuck on her sister's as she felt the nipples between the pads of her digits, though her hands soon slid down, past her sister's hips, to her thighs. She gave her Linnorn a gentle squeeze on her thighs, raising them slightly, glancing down between them, eager to fill the space between them with her body, claim Yasin's body with her own. She looked back up at Yasin and moved her hips to feel her sister's body, her eyes closed as she first felt the dampness, her readiness to be taken, and moved back down to kiss her sister, murmuring gently before filling the girl's pussy, Mm, time to fulfill my duty and desire, claim your virginity, push you over the threshold between childhood and adulthood.