[ The breath that she pulls in is sharp enough to sound almost pained, but then it comes out again as a long, shuddering sigh of relief and the last of the tension melts from her shoulders. Her hands move up to steady herself against his chest and her thighs close, tight and trembling, around his tail. Somehow, it's even better like this - maybe it's because there was that horrible moment of denial, the sudden emptiness between her legs, the ache that was left behind, or maybe it's simply because now he's looking right at her. ]
D-don't... call me that...
[ The word Saintess - she hates it. More than anything. She can't even bear to think of herself as that right now, can't remember the reason she ever wanted to be. Not when he's looking at her, when his tail strokes the aching wetness between her thighs, not when her voice is coming out like that, so breathy and desperate and wanton. Just for once, for the first time in however long, instead of worrying about being the Saintess, she wants to be- ]
... Ai. E-even if it's just for tonight... call me Ai.
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D-don't... call me that...
[ The word Saintess - she hates it. More than anything. She can't even bear to think of herself as that right now, can't remember the reason she ever wanted to be. Not when he's looking at her, when his tail strokes the aching wetness between her thighs, not when her voice is coming out like that, so breathy and desperate and wanton. Just for once, for the first time in however long, instead of worrying about being the Saintess, she wants to be- ]
... Ai. E-even if it's just for tonight... call me Ai.