[ When she realizes what he wants, Ciri lifts her hips slightly, just enough to allow him to get his arms under her legs. The additional touch is welcomed eagerly, makes her feel more secure somehow-- not just her lying on the bed allowing him to put his mouth on her, but something more entangled, more intimate. He'll be able to feel her body twitch in response to his ministrations, waist arching beneath his hands. There are scars on her sides, the most prominent a slash as from a sword just above her right hip, and another on the left side along her ribs, both long-healed, pale and raised.
She lets out another noise when he tongues her clit, a startled little inhale, sharp enough it's almost a squeak. ]
Th-there--
[ As if he doesn't know. It spills out of her involuntarily, as if afraid he'll move away. ]
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She lets out another noise when he tongues her clit, a startled little inhale, sharp enough it's almost a squeak. ]
Th-there--
[ As if he doesn't know. It spills out of her involuntarily, as if afraid he'll move away. ]