La Petite Mort

Adelina Fortnight isn’t an easy person to satisfy.

Lionel knows this from experience, from their past to even moments in the present. He knows she has wants and needs and that she will not tolerate any nonsense. He knows that if necessary, she’ll give someone a stern talking to and a fine dose of reality. He knows that it takes a lot for her to open up, to please her in a way that she would allow herself to let someone in. He knows this well enough.

But he also knows that she has these moments where she’s tired and aching with these wants and needs. These wants and needs are not simple, no, no - the only way to calming these aching needs are a simple bout of sated pleasure.

A pleasure only he can provide.

And it becomes apparent one night while on an adventure. Just when she assumes that everyone is asleep, Adelina slowly slips her hand into her pants, into her undergarments and strokes her nether regions, pleasuring herself so gently that she moans.

And this moan is loud enough to wake up Lionel, who looks at her just before she reaches the true brink of self-pleasuring and asks, “What are you doing?”

“I - I was trying to sate myself,” Adelina replies, quickly pulling her hand out and away from her nethers. 

Lionel tsks, shakes his head and moves closer. “Oh Adelina, if you wanted some satisfaction, you could’ve just asked me,” he says.

“Really?” she asks. 

“Really.”

So she allows him to trace his hands over her body, to her nether regions where he touches her and soon, licks her and pleasures her until she’s moaning softly, sated.