Date: 2024-06-13 11:55 pm (UTC)
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[ shit, what had changed? penny ducks her head, trying to think things through logically. it’s only been a couple of weeks since her arrival, and celine’s been forwards about her desires, sure, but penny’s pretty sure she’s done an admirable job of putting up the appropriate boundaries. but something about this night has been different, even before visiting the flowers. was it just being tired? being pent up? the glimmer of vulnerability that the empress showed, however brief and fleeting?

(spare a thought for penelope parker: not used to cutthroat courtroom politics, not used to gladiatorial games, and certainly not used to the idea that celine’s liable to dose her with aphrodisiacs on a whim. she’ll learn.) ]


It’s nice. [ it’s almost stammered out, barely above a whisper, and penny winces after she says it. because yeah, it’s a planet full of the most gorgeous landscapes - and people - she’s ever seen. ‘nice’ is an understatement.

her breath hitches as celine guides her head up, and by the time they make eye contact - after celine’s legs, after her thong, after the perfect slope of her waist and swell of her breasts - penny’s nearly hyperventilating. she squeezes her thighs together because, god, she’s never been this horny in her life. ]


I - I - [ she swallows. ] I really - uh - Iwanttohavesexwithyou.
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