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⠀ Their affirmation made an ancient desire flare up within the core of the Goddess—one that sought to claim 'who she fell in love with.' Though the person taking up 30% of herself must have severely escalated this feeling.
⠀ Three kisses came before Ishtar nibbled on the bottom of their
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⠀ Their affirmation made an ancient desire flare up within the core of the Goddess—one that sought to claim 'who she fell in love with.' Though the person taking up 30% of herself must have severely escalated this feeling.
⠀ Three kisses came before Ishtar nibbled on the bottom of their
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earlobe, releasing it once she began to kiss slowly down the Saber's neck.
⠀ ❝Really, hrm? Then perhaps you should become Lady Ishtar's... and therefore she your queen~❞ She'd mimic the Saber's moans, while grinding her body up and down against them.
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She inhaled sharply, unused to the sensations she was now feeling.
"I'll be yours...~"
She kisses the goddess on the lips. Ishtar could do whatever she wanted with her now.
⠀ Another surprise!!!
⠀ For a brief second, Ishtar rose from kissing over their neck, and a hot, wet rush of mana came to her lips. Once more, she was surprised at their boldness. Ishtar met the challenge. As if the two had done this before—their mouths moulded together in unison, the Goddess
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pursued them with wanton vigour. Whether the kiss was a mistaken fit of passion or not, the Saber was trapped in the Archer's ideal combat arena. Forward pushing her lips rough and continuous... the muscles agape a tad so their moans could vibrate down Artoria's throat.
⠀ At the same time,
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the ground of her body became less subdued as the Saber's true innocence was revealed. One hand off her hips to reach their chest, two fingers beginning to fiddle with a button of her shirt.~
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