[There's something weirdly... empowering about hearing something like that come from the ordinarily calm and sweet Momo. Sure, it's not a swear or anything - Jiro's not sure she even knows how to swear? - but getting her to writhe and cry like this, having this much of an impact on her, is... Big.
It spurs her forward like a kick to the side, going at it with something of a fervor - lips moving faster over her skin, tongue delving deeper where it can, putting extra attention where she knows Momo must be almost painfully sensitive. Her paws even scrabble up her friend's stomach like she's trying to pull her closer, not entirely paying attention to her (thankfully rather dull) claws.
Not even really to get Momo up over that edge she's hoping for - that's still the intention, but not why she's going so hard. It's just... It's all really appealing to her Moonblessing. Not the one induced by the cultist's wine, but her original one - the little sliver of Sanguis that's still kicking around just makes her want more.
It's nothing bad, of course. She just wants... more of Momo. As much as she can have.]
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Big.
It spurs her forward like a kick to the side, going at it with something of a fervor - lips moving faster over her skin, tongue delving deeper where it can, putting extra attention where she knows Momo must be almost painfully sensitive.
Her paws even scrabble up her friend's stomach like she's trying to pull her closer, not entirely paying attention to her (thankfully rather dull) claws.
Not even really to get Momo up over that edge she's hoping for - that's still the intention, but not why she's going so hard. It's just...
It's all really appealing to her Moonblessing. Not the one induced by the cultist's wine, but her original one - the little sliver of Sanguis that's still kicking around just makes her want more.
It's nothing bad, of course. She just wants... more of Momo. As much as she can have.]