Sable smirks. "Your wish is my command.~"

She cups Sin's cheek and kisses her lingeringly, strokes her hands down the lovely foxgirl's neck, out along her shoulders.

She kisses and nips a path over Hyacinth's jaw and down her neck, caressing slowly over her breasts, then down her waist.

... The touch on her cheek surprises her, again. Sable's hand cradles her face so softly. 

(There's no trace of stubble. Part of her flinches at the touch, but the hurt... isn't there. It's just in her head.) 

She kisses back. 

It feels good.

Her hurt can just shut up for now.

The touches bring more warmth to her body, scorching her in a way that fire can't, filling her up with cautious joy. 

She can feel a little tightness between her legs, now, a hollowness. 

She feels safe, but also a little desperate. She needs Sable's touch. She needs to be held. She needs...

She needs what she had last night.

Sable's hands continue their path down over Sin's hips, squeezing her ass, then down further to stroke her thighs and tease at the hem of the little violet dress. "Something tells me we don't need this," she teases.

"You guess absolutely right."

Then Sable will tug the dress up Sin's body and over her head, tossing it aside. And then she kisses a path from her jaw to the neckline of her bra, left hand caressing Sin's right breast and right hand groping her ass. Her body presses hotly against Sin's through the remaining clothes separating them, breath hot against her skin.

Hyacinth lets out a heavy breath, and then shrugs off her bra. Her panties are harder to deal with right now, but that's okay, she just wants to be held and touched and claimed. 

Oh all of this beautiful, soft, sensitive skin. Whatever shall she do?

She wraps her lips around Sin's left nipple, sucking hard, groping her right breast and pinching the nipple lightly, and grinds her thigh against Sin's pussy through her panties.

And with her right hand, she flicks through a menu and unequips everything but her own panties quickly. Who needs clothes, right?

Indeed, who needs clothes. 

Hyacinth gently grinds in, and bites her lip hard when Sable pinches her nipple. It's such a sharp sensation. It almost hurts but in a good way. 

She strokes gently at Sable's back, working below and around her wings, on the hypothesis that they might be sensitive just like her tails.

Well, if she wants a brief shivery gasp and flushed cheeks from Sable, that's a good way to achieve it. Sable pinches Sin's nipple again, and nips lightly at the other nipple with her teeth. Her free hand wraps around the base of Sin's tail and caresses gently.

Oh, she is so not ready for all that at once. Not with Sable's thigh pressing in like that. 

"Fuuuuuck," she breathes, her head falling against Sable's shoulder. And then she kisses again, soft, sweet, her hands still caressing the bases of Sable's wings on autopilot. 

She keeps up the intensity, keeps up the attention. There's no part of Sin that doesn't merit more and more attention and affection and touch, and she obliges every way she can. Her blunted spade tip of her tail strokes along Sin's thighs, her right hand caresses from the base of her tail over her hips and groping her ass, and that thigh keeps grinding, all while the attention on Sin's nipples doesn't let up for a moment.

"Haaaaaaaaaahhhhh fuck..."

Hyacinth suppresses a giggle and wraps her own tail around Sable's, one hand moving lower to take a handful of Sable's ass and the base of her tail. She slows her breath a little, her body stiff, tense. The hollowness inside her aches deliciously, spreading out through her belly and thighs.

She kisses Sable again, and lingers over it, her hips rolling against that upraised knee. 

Sable shivers just a bit more at the touch to her tail and her ass, and returns the kiss languidly. If she keeps her mouth busy enough she won't say "I love you" too early. She growls into the kiss and pins Sin against the bed, stepping up the grinding and nibbling a path across her cheek and down her neck, breasts squishing against Sin's, bodies pressed desperately together as though every inch of skin contact was keeping them both alive.

When Sable tumbles her onto the bed, Hyacinth has just enough presence of mind to unequip her panties. 

"I, um..." She falters for a moment. "... I need... something inside me. Your fingers, or..." 

Her gaze flicks down to Sable's spade-tipped tail.

She grins, unequipping her own panties. Her tail teases along the inside of Sin's thigh. "I think I can oblige," she replies, voice husky with arousal.

"Okay."

Hyacinth settles in, sighing softly as Sable's tail traces along such a delicate space. 

Sable teases higher with her tail, the tip caressing tenderly around Sin's folds, and circles her fingers around the smaller girl's nipples at the same time. She bites her lip as she savors the reactions.

Each touch trails sparks across her body, that hollowness inside her craving every small motion, her body moving against Sable's hands. Her carefully measured breath is starting to come apart a little. 

She needs this so much. 

"Please," she begs. "Please..."

Sable tightens the loops her tail is tracing, stroking directly across Sin's folds, caressing up and down alongside the entrance to her pussy, and even teasing lightly across the hood of her clit once.

"Please?~", she asks with a smirk. "Please what?"

"P-please -" She dissolves into giggles for a moment. "Please, um, please fuck me."

"With pleasure," Sable purrs. Her tail thrusts into Sin, and she pinches her nipples in the same moment.

Oh fuck that's big. The spade-tip drags against her inner walls so firmly, and Sable's pinching fingers only heighten the sharpness of it. 

She gasps, and rolls her hips instinctually up against Sable's tail.