"Its my lucky day," Pestilence whispered as he rubbed his hands up her stockings. Her skirt gathering over his wrists as his hands reached her thighs, kneading with firm strokes. Her legs shook in anticipation, and his breath came in short gasps. He continued to stroke her skin, and slowly her legs inched apart. He traced light patterns over the inside of her thighs, and pulled her face closer to his, lightly kissing her neck and chest. He pulled her panties to one side, suddenly claiming her mouth; distracting her while he slid a finger into her. She jumped a little and he retreated so that he was merely rubbing small circles around her clit.

"Are you all right with this? We can take it more slowly if you like." His dialated eyes looked up into her green ones. Imploring.