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The faery’s eyes flashed a neon blue, shuddering at the woman’s words. Sometimes she hated being a Fae- A succubus, a woman of passion, but she certainly didn’t hate it now.

“Well, that is certainly something I could not pass.”

Morgana was used to people being so ecstatic around her, but nothing like the yearn Summer seemed to have for her. She ran her hands down to her waist, moaning gently against her mouth as she heard her whine. Slowly, one hand made its way up her back and slowly ran through her beautiful red hair like a comb would. “Summer…” she whispered against her lips.

“My lady?” Summer replied. Morgana’s fingers in her hair made her shiver, arching against the fae. “Command me … “

“You like to be commanded?” Morgana whispered into the shell of her ear, her hands slowly fiddling with the laces of her dress; however, she did not attempt to undo them. “You really like it?” She pressed a kiss to her neck.

“From you, my lady, I do.” Another shiver ran down her back. “You are the only one I would submit to.” Summer smiled, slowly, and let her head fall back.

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powerofthehighheavens:

powerofthehighheavens:

The faery’s eyes flashed a neon blue, shuddering at the woman’s words. Sometimes she hated being a Fae- A succubus, a woman of passion, but she certainly didn’t hate it now.

“Well, that is certainly something I could not pass.”

Morgana smiled softly, watching Summer carefully as she raised to her feet. Her eyes sparkled back to Emerald, and slowly her arms slid around her waist, her head dipping in to kiss her passionately, her fingers drawing invisible circles on her back.

Summer fell apart under that mouth, clinging as though she would never let go. She wrapped her hand into the dark hair, pressing her body to Morgana’s, and whined softly. The touch of the lady’s hands was like fire in her veins, the best burn.

Morgana was used to people being so ecstatic around her, but nothing like the yearn Summer seemed to have for her. She ran her hands down to her waist, moaning gently against her mouth as she heard her whine. Slowly, one hand made its way up her back and slowly ran through her beautiful red hair like a comb would. “Summer…” she whispered against her lips.

“My lady?” Summer replied. Morgana’s fingers in her hair made her shiver, arching against the fae. “Command me … “

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iamthefirechild:

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The faery’s eyes flashed a neon blue, shuddering at the woman’s words. Sometimes she hated being a Fae- A succubus, a woman of passion, but she certainly didn’t hate it now.

“Well, that is certainly something I could not pass.”

Morgana felt her emerald eyes flash her faery blue colour once more, and she felt a soft chuckle escape her lips. “Mmm, indeed miss.” She smirked softly then slowly stood up straight, holding her hand out for her. Her eyes filled with lust and passion.

Summer laid her hand in Morgana’s, allowing herself to be pulled to her feet. She took another step, and pulled Morgana into her arms, lifting her face to kiss the faery.

Morgana smiled softly, watching Summer carefully as she raised to her feet. Her eyes sparkled back to Emerald, and slowly her arms slid around her waist, her head dipping in to kiss her passionately, her fingers drawing invisible circles on her back.

Summer fell apart under that mouth, clinging as though she would never let go. She wrapped her hand into the dark hair, pressing her body to Morgana’s, and whined softly. The touch of the lady’s hands was like fire in her veins, the best burn.

powerofthehighheavens:

iamthefirechild:

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iamthefirechild:

powerofthehighheavens:

The faery’s eyes flashed a neon blue, shuddering at the woman’s words. Sometimes she hated being a Fae- A succubus, a woman of passion, but she certainly didn’t hate it now.

“Well, that is certainly something I could not pass.”

“God you’re beautiful like that.” Summer shivered at the flash; Morgana’s response drove her to her knees.

Morgana slowly dipped her hand down, to lightly run her fingers along Summer’s jawline. “As are you. You are a beautiful woman, Summer,” she whispered huskily, a soft grin crossing her features.

Summer blushed, turning her head to kiss Morgana’s fingers. “Such flattery. You’ll turn my head, my lady.”

Morgana felt her emerald eyes flash her faery blue colour once more, and she felt a soft chuckle escape her lips. “Mmm, indeed miss.” She smirked softly then slowly stood up straight, holding her hand out for her. Her eyes filled with lust and passion.

Summer laid her hand in Morgana’s, allowing herself to be pulled to her feet. She took another step, and pulled Morgana into her arms, lifting her face to kiss the faery.

powerofthehighheavens:

iamthefirechild:

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The faery’s eyes flashed a neon blue, shuddering at the woman’s words. Sometimes she hated being a Fae- A succubus, a woman of passion, but she certainly didn’t hate it now.

“Well, that is certainly something I could not pass.”

“God you’re beautiful like that.” Summer shivered at the flash; Morgana’s response drove her to her knees.

Morgana slowly dipped her hand down, to lightly run her fingers along Summer’s jawline. “As are you. You are a beautiful woman, Summer,” she whispered huskily, a soft grin crossing her features.

Summer blushed, turning her head to kiss Morgana’s fingers. “Such flattery. You’ll turn my head, my lady.”

powerofthehighheavens:

The faery’s eyes flashed a neon blue, shuddering at the woman’s words. Sometimes she hated being a Fae- A succubus, a woman of passion, but she certainly didn’t hate it now.

“Well, that is certainly something I could not pass.”

“God you’re beautiful like that.” Summer shivered at the flash; Morgana’s response drove her to her knees.