Nyrielle had fed recently enough that the only hunger in her midnight eyes was the deep desire to feel Ashlynn's warmth wrapping around every inch of her body. So when her darling began fumbling with the laces of her corset in her own haste to be free of the clothing that kept them apart, Nyrielle's deft fingers quickly came to the rescue.
"I see you're ready for your second gift already," Nyrielle said softly in a voice that was thick and heavy with desire. "Let me help you first so that you can take your time unwrapping me," she purred as she leaned in close enough to whisper directly into Ashlynn's ear.
For a moment, the only sound in the room was the soft whisper of laces pulling free or the brush of silks against each other as Nyrielle removed each layer of Ashlynn's outfit until nothing covered Ashlynn's body but the faint pink blush of desire on her soft, pale skin.
