She shouldn't offer such. She doesn't, not normally. She wonders if he's cast a spell on her or if she is just so lonely that is is a good outlet. She thinks he reminds her of home and of things she's lost and of things she might never have again.
There isn't much time to be philosophical. Not with patients lined up to be treated and the blood and pain and grief. He's a reprieve from that because Lia believes, truly believes, that he will recover and he only needs a gentle hand and time.
"It is only water," She answers to his concern. There's a flutter of something in answer to his stutter. In answer to the way she sees his cock twitch and watches him squirm. It's something warm and creeping and sinful in her belly. Something that makes her uniform feel suddenly too tight in the chest and too short. And she's answering the concern of what it is, and what the result will be. He hasn't been fed in nearly a week, after all.
His hands are bound, still in their restraints, and that makes this feel all the more wrong. She leans so she's over him. Not between his legs but to the side, rolling him so his lower half is tipped away from the door and she kneels on his beside. "You want," She says softly. "I want..."
But there's a distraction. In the form of his erection, hard and leaking a bit from the tip and however much she had reassured him that it's normal it's still quite something to see. Her fingers graze across the hot, tight flesh lightly. Like a ghost. She circles the tip of him. Of course he must ache. Deep in his gut, between his legs, in his shoulders. She can do a little to ease it, can't she?
And it's a moment before she moves toward him, taking him into her mouth, letting him rest between her lips and on her tongue before taking more of his cock, slow and easy.
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Date: 2016-03-29 09:38 pm (UTC)There isn't much time to be philosophical. Not with patients lined up to be treated and the blood and pain and grief. He's a reprieve from that because Lia believes, truly believes, that he will recover and he only needs a gentle hand and time.
"It is only water," She answers to his concern. There's a flutter of something in answer to his stutter. In answer to the way she sees his cock twitch and watches him squirm. It's something warm and creeping and sinful in her belly. Something that makes her uniform feel suddenly too tight in the chest and too short. And she's answering the concern of what it is, and what the result will be. He hasn't been fed in nearly a week, after all.
His hands are bound, still in their restraints, and that makes this feel all the more wrong. She leans so she's over him. Not between his legs but to the side, rolling him so his lower half is tipped away from the door and she kneels on his beside. "You want," She says softly. "I want..."
But there's a distraction. In the form of his erection, hard and leaking a bit from the tip and however much she had reassured him that it's normal it's still quite something to see. Her fingers graze across the hot, tight flesh lightly. Like a ghost. She circles the tip of him. Of course he must ache. Deep in his gut, between his legs, in his shoulders. She can do a little to ease it, can't she?
And it's a moment before she moves toward him, taking him into her mouth, letting him rest between her lips and on her tongue before taking more of his cock, slow and easy.