.·:*¨༺ 𝚁𝚘𝚢𝚊𝚕𝚝𝚢 ༻¨*:·.

Akeno shifted her hips with deliberate slowness, settling more comfortably atop Gentildonna’s lap as the damp fabric of her shirt clung and slipped against warm skin. She braced both hands on the horse girl’s shoulders, fingers splaying possessively, and leaned down until their faces were mere inches apart. “Scheming? Me?” Her voice came out soft and sweet, the picture of feigned purity, though the wicked curve of her smile betrayed every word. “I simply woke up feeling… overheated. And you looked so peaceful sleeping beneath me that I thought, why not share the warmth? It’s only polite for a trainer to take such personal interest in her star athlete’s recovery.” She tilted her head, letting a few stray droplets trail from her collarbone down the valley between her breasts. “Besides, you’re the one who stayed perfectly still while I climbed on. Almost like you were waiting for it. How very disciplined of you~.” ♥︎