Pansy and Padma (Patreon)

Your friend and fellow Patron DemiCatra has requested Pansy/ Padma for months. It keeps getting votes but never quite enough to win the poll, so I thought I'd finally draw them as a little treat. I try to keep track of things that are repeatedly suggested but don't win, so that I can fulfill as many suggestions as possible. Y'all always give me the best suggestions.

I love how this came out. I've been playing with color casts. I used a pink and orange gradient (the lesbian flag colors) on hard light. Hard light kept the saturation while giving it a hazy feel that I thought matched the scene well.

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Tags: thigh riding | Sir as a femme honorific | light D/s | light Dom / little

“That’s it, that’s it my sweet girl,” Pansy cooed as she watched Padma’s eyes flutter closed and her full lips fall open. “Ah-ah, open your eyes, look at me.” 

Padma’s eyebrows creased as she worked to stifle the whimpering need in her throat. Pansy smirked and tensed her thigh, pushing up to meet the heat of her aching clit. She wrapped Padma’s silken hair around her fist and pulled just enough to still her head. “Let me hear you. If I wanted you quiet, I’d gag you.”

“Yes, Sir.” A guttural groan ripped from Padma as she dropped her head, Pansy’s hand still in her hair to catch the weight as she rocked harder against her thigh. 

“Good girl. Let me feel you come, soak my thigh, that’s it.” Pansy slid her hand down Padma’s back, her free hand coming to cup her pert breast. “Soak my thigh and then I’ll give you need.” 

“Please, please Sir.” 

“What do you need, my sweet girl?” 

“Your cock,” she moaned, rocking faster as the heat built between her thighs. “Please Sir, I need your cock.” 

“And you’ll have it, but you have to earn it.” 

Padma rewarded her with a jolt, a brief loss of rhythm that signalled her pleasure drawing near. 

“That’s it. You’re so fucking gorgeous when you let go. Come for me. Come for me and I’ll make you fall apart on my cock.” 

Padma didn’t look away. She met Pansy’s eyes as the harsh grip of her fingers dug into her shoulder, anything to keep her balance as the tension coiled in her core. Her rhythm faltered and she collapsed as she flew apart, held close in Pansy’s arms.