musebox for Ashfae's minions

She willingly tangles both hands in his hair, rubbing his scalp or stroking his hair, her fingers spasming every so often when his mouth finds a particularly sensitive place on her chest. "My Caranthir," she murmurs, her voice low and husky. Her breath is coming quicker now, interspersed with gasps as he explores, as her blood quickens, and she laughs. "You learn quickly."