[ there's something about the way penny huddles that much closer which causes celine's breath to catch, if only for the thinnest sliver of a second. it provokes a sudden and unpleasantly strong feeling of... protection. celine shakes it off, this unfamiliar feeling of fondness for what should be (and will be) another conquest, of body and planet alike. it should be simple enough: take penny into her collection of wives and in doing so, take her planet. it's far from an unsurmountable task, no matter how much of a so-called hero penny is, and yet celine knows she'll be disappointed if penny proves an enemy. more than disappointed, actually, but she's choosing not to think about that. it would be bad to think about that, it would be -
it would be weak.
celine banishes all unsettling thoughts of affection for penny parker from her mind. instead, celine focuses in on penny's ass and how well it fills her palm even as her hand rests lightly without squeezing like the deep-rooted hunger within her pushes her to do. ]
Crossbred, between a native plant and a mutant of my own making. Sometimes two seeming disparate entities can create something... rather special. [ her red lips curve into a slash of a smile as penny inhales; she glides easily right behind the younger woman, arms encircling penny's waist as large breasts crush to the little spider's back. her voice falls a few octaves into a silky promise, her breath warm against the back of penny's neck. ] How does the scent strike you?
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Date: 2024-05-27 02:41 pm (UTC)it would be weak.
celine banishes all unsettling thoughts of affection for penny parker from her mind. instead, celine focuses in on penny's ass and how well it fills her palm even as her hand rests lightly without squeezing like the deep-rooted hunger within her pushes her to do. ]
Crossbred, between a native plant and a mutant of my own making. Sometimes two seeming disparate entities can create something... rather special. [ her red lips curve into a slash of a smile as penny inhales; she glides easily right behind the younger woman, arms encircling penny's waist as large breasts crush to the little spider's back. her voice falls a few octaves into a silky promise, her breath warm against the back of penny's neck. ] How does the scent strike you?