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[ he wasn’t the best at fighting, truly, but he was the best at not giving up from one. and he was at least a skilled enough combatant, though hardly full of himself about it, so maybe the best answer would be— ]
Maybe we could spar sometime. [ he was always open to that. after a small spoon of honey is lapped and suckled at like ice cream, he adds on an inquiry: ] What’s your name?
Maybe we could spar sometime. [ he was always open to that. after a small spoon of honey is lapped and suckled at like ice cream, he adds on an inquiry: ] What’s your name?
[ his hips pushed forward to get more of the sparks for himself, greedy, he was, and quickly would his own extra hand crave his fingers over her’s, his shaft, and strokes high to the bulbous tip with squeezing pressure. just enough of it to make his head want to spin, he brings his palm back down to the base in a slide, then back, rhythmic and in close sync with the way his fingers in her lessen their curls but amps up the pace, of going in, out, in—
it was tantalizing to wait, now. to test his waters through both of their now hazy breathing, he guides his cock, swollen and needing, across the spread of her folds and the top of her ass and thighs as he held them the best he could with one hand, exposing. ]
it was tantalizing to wait, now. to test his waters through both of their now hazy breathing, he guides his cock, swollen and needing, across the spread of her folds and the top of her ass and thighs as he held them the best he could with one hand, exposing. ]
Not enough to feel something. Like you.
[ blame the kitsune in him for this, the shape shifting and adventurous trickster doesn’t shy away from the prospect as it comes. who knew, maybe they would enjoy it, and they wouldn’t actually know until they tried.
it’s in some blinks that where eren straddles mikasa changes, warps until it’s as clean as crystal to look upon— eren’s features have become more delicate, sharp around the cheeks and eyes that truly gives off the energy and show of a vixen, a soothing voice that is higher, sweeter— and a chest that was much larger than what was once flat and not at all sensitive. the tails behind him roll as he sits and her and squeezes mikasa’s hips. while unseen, his shaft was still there, and still aroused in the mass of his own fur, but at least . . .
he’d give it to her. eventually. right now he just wants to see what she’ll think of it. ]
See?
[ blame the kitsune in him for this, the shape shifting and adventurous trickster doesn’t shy away from the prospect as it comes. who knew, maybe they would enjoy it, and they wouldn’t actually know until they tried.
it’s in some blinks that where eren straddles mikasa changes, warps until it’s as clean as crystal to look upon— eren’s features have become more delicate, sharp around the cheeks and eyes that truly gives off the energy and show of a vixen, a soothing voice that is higher, sweeter— and a chest that was much larger than what was once flat and not at all sensitive. the tails behind him roll as he sits and her and squeezes mikasa’s hips. while unseen, his shaft was still there, and still aroused in the mass of his own fur, but at least . . .
he’d give it to her. eventually. right now he just wants to see what she’ll think of it. ]
See?
[ it was alright, alright— they just had to keep their momentum or even he would start to lose the erection he was getting just by being here. eren cradled her head to his collar and sighed, what almost could’ve sounded like a good natured laugh, ]
Got it.
[ he bends his torso just enough for his arms to reach, his head catching closer to her bust, pressing to his temple and then crown when he reaches and searches for the fabric stuck around her legs down to her ankles— she’d just have to help with lifting them. ]
Got it.
[ he bends his torso just enough for his arms to reach, his head catching closer to her bust, pressing to his temple and then crown when he reaches and searches for the fabric stuck around her legs down to her ankles— she’d just have to help with lifting them. ]
[Strength returned to her knees, but her thoughts remained scattered, focused only in this moment hanging in time. The rest of the world ceased to exist, only the twine of two monsters.
The lamia's rasping breaths soon matched the rhythm of his pumping fingers, prioritizing speed over finesse and winding her up like a warming engine. She pressed her hips back against the teasing brush of his shaft, a needy growl rumbling through her. There was no way it'd fit in her entrance with his fingers already inside, but the greedy thing in her mind insisted, demanded otherwise. More touches, more kindling for the lust burning at the base of her spine.]
The lamia's rasping breaths soon matched the rhythm of his pumping fingers, prioritizing speed over finesse and winding her up like a warming engine. She pressed her hips back against the teasing brush of his shaft, a needy growl rumbling through her. There was no way it'd fit in her entrance with his fingers already inside, but the greedy thing in her mind insisted, demanded otherwise. More touches, more kindling for the lust burning at the base of her spine.]
[That just got an unamused snort, another weak wiggle. She...She wasn't normally this sensitive. She wouldn't be able to function if she was. It was just when she was in a mood and he was lavishing attention on her chest like this, a gradual build-up as her body burned.
For a moment, her half-lidded eyes didn't notice. The hands and their long fingers grasping her had gotten her focus first. How they'd pressed into her flesh, earning a small murmur.
Without thinking, without really looking. She raised her hand, reaching her arm up to try and wrap her arms around him, hold him close in a hug. Only...
...She'd ended up softly slapping him his new boobs. Her hand just remaining on his chest as she fell silent. Eyes narrowing as she panted. Whuh?] How? [How? Though in all honestly, Mikasa wasn't sure she wanted to know. Her brain already had a fog, maybe knowing would just complicated things. So she had another moment of silence. Her hand still just splayed there.]
...Am I this soft? [Just an absent thought. She'd not even realised she'd said it.]
For a moment, her half-lidded eyes didn't notice. The hands and their long fingers grasping her had gotten her focus first. How they'd pressed into her flesh, earning a small murmur.
Without thinking, without really looking. She raised her hand, reaching her arm up to try and wrap her arms around him, hold him close in a hug. Only...
...She'd ended up softly slapping him his new boobs. Her hand just remaining on his chest as she fell silent. Eyes narrowing as she panted. Whuh?] How? [How? Though in all honestly, Mikasa wasn't sure she wanted to know. Her brain already had a fog, maybe knowing would just complicated things. So she had another moment of silence. Her hand still just splayed there.]
...Am I this soft? [Just an absent thought. She'd not even realised she'd said it.]
[They were still moving, just slowly. Clumsily. Because even if that goof had made her falter and hide her face. She'd kept moving. Her arms struggling to move probably between them.
So Eren's help was much appreciated, he could reach where she couldn't at the moment. She raised her leg slightly, a soft sigh leaking out as she felt him slide the fabric down her legs.]
Thanks... [She made another attempt to hug him, press flush again but... He was still curled up. So...Just pressing her chest closer, her hands stroking the short hairs on the back of his neck.]
So Eren's help was much appreciated, he could reach where she couldn't at the moment. She raised her leg slightly, a soft sigh leaking out as she felt him slide the fabric down her legs.]
Thanks... [She made another attempt to hug him, press flush again but... He was still curled up. So...Just pressing her chest closer, her hands stroking the short hairs on the back of his neck.]
Yeah, we can! I'm gonna win though.
[ That is not at all the point of sparring, Luffy is just Like This. And if he doesn't win, it's not a big deal to him. It just means he has to try harder. He's resilient like that. ]
I'm Luffy!
[ Can he talk around a mouthful of honey? Yes. ]
What's yours?
[ That is not at all the point of sparring, Luffy is just Like This. And if he doesn't win, it's not a big deal to him. It just means he has to try harder. He's resilient like that. ]
I'm Luffy!
[ Can he talk around a mouthful of honey? Yes. ]
What's yours?
[ the wetness that slicked across his tip would be no more when she urged it, and with the last straw of their patience and of his fingers pulling out of her completely to leave her empty, eren held her hips when he properly felt positioned as her entrance, one hand mostly dry while the other was wet at the digits and uncaring of where he gripped. her flesh was plush and red from how hard she held her, and so came the next, gradual dive: the kitsune’s pelvis kept firm as his cock felt the slip of her folds when he began to push in. only the head of his shaft began to feel the squeeze of her walls, his breath silent as he held it but wanting to rasp, and croak with feverish delight the more her heat consumed him. ]
Yeah, [ he doesn’t actually even think long to answer, coming through earnestly and near immediately. she could have all the time and the space to give it a little touch, squeeze, exploration, whatever. ] it’s how I’m picturing it.
[ illusions worked the best when they came from an experience; with eren, it was no different. he just tries and fails when he ends up chewing at the inside of his cheek with his tails twitching, each at their own time. ]
So— you like that?
[ illusions worked the best when they came from an experience; with eren, it was no different. he just tries and fails when he ends up chewing at the inside of his cheek with his tails twitching, each at their own time. ]
So— you like that?
[ —off and ready for less fabric-caused interruptions by the time it’s off of her ankles and somewhere else under the covers. but now came the dawning, settling realization that they were both very, very nude under these blankets. eren lifts some of it as he unfurls from aiding her, taking in the gradual site from top to bottom. in his rise, he did not keep to his side. the bed creaked as he modified his weight as well as his position. even with just the gentle caress of her fingers stroking through the ends of his hair, he felt like they were standing, both at touch and prospect that he was more on top of her than sharing the space side by side. ]
How’s this?
How’s this?
[ like you’re gonna!! is what eren’s smirk says, but the best argument to that is actually winning. ]
Eren.
[ but he’ll forever be remembered as rubber band man. they’ve probably had enough time around here, plus eren had to find mikasa again, so— he offers an inclined head and a short sign that he’ll be off. ]
Thanks for the honey.
Eren.
[ but he’ll forever be remembered as rubber band man. they’ve probably had enough time around here, plus eren had to find mikasa again, so— he offers an inclined head and a short sign that he’ll be off. ]
Thanks for the honey.
[She didn't squeeze, but she did press her fingers into skin. Only a little, feeling how plush it was. Her lips pursing at his explanation. Eren, knowing he was mimicking her chest made it a bit...less. Eh, it wasn't her chest. Though it'd never felt that soft to her, even if Eren said otherwise.
Mikasa sighed, giving a small wiggle. Bucking her hips slightly, trying to get some friction.]
Yeah...[She sighed it out, huffing. Impatience starting to seep in.] You just look different... [That was it. It didn't really change that much did it? She didn't think it did.]
Mikasa sighed, giving a small wiggle. Bucking her hips slightly, trying to get some friction.]
Yeah...[She sighed it out, huffing. Impatience starting to seep in.] You just look different... [That was it. It didn't really change that much did it? She didn't think it did.]
[She was FREE!
This was it, wasn't it? Her chest heaved as she swallowed. Her hand sliding away as he moved around, pulling back to look at her. Mikasa winced at the sound of the bed, her eyes flicking to the door as she sunk into the mattress a little more. Her gaze moving back to Eren after a second. Even if she didn't roll from her side.
She was too busy going flush at the new position.]
It's...It's fine. [She just needed a moment. But slowly, she adjusted, rolling onto her back and bringing her arms up. Sheepishly trying to hug him again. Even if her skin only glanced his.] What about you? ...Are you okay?
[Not that he could do much which her legs pressed together.]
This was it, wasn't it? Her chest heaved as she swallowed. Her hand sliding away as he moved around, pulling back to look at her. Mikasa winced at the sound of the bed, her eyes flicking to the door as she sunk into the mattress a little more. Her gaze moving back to Eren after a second. Even if she didn't roll from her side.
She was too busy going flush at the new position.]
It's...It's fine. [She just needed a moment. But slowly, she adjusted, rolling onto her back and bringing her arms up. Sheepishly trying to hug him again. Even if her skin only glanced his.] What about you? ...Are you okay?
[Not that he could do much which her legs pressed together.]
[She started to rumble in disappointment at the sudden emptiness his fingers left, but an excited thrill rushed up from between her legs when she felt his position change. The tight grasp of the kitsune's clawed hands on her side brought no discomfort with them, only muffling her eager twitches back as she felt his cock graze her folds. Just before her excitement reached a fever pitch, he finally pressed inside. Its odd shape was no impediment to entry; his fingers had ensured that, leaving behind wetness and quivering excitement and heat.
He might have been holding himself silent, but the lamia didn't, releasing her gnawing bite to gasp and moan and dig her sharp claws into the mattress.]
He might have been holding himself silent, but the lamia didn't, releasing her gnawing bite to gasp and moan and dig her sharp claws into the mattress.]
[ he did his absolute best and gets all the gold stars for trying. lucky for them, he still had dick, made prominently keen when he unexpectedly hooks his hands right under her back and reins mikasa forward, upright, and bust to bust. in his lap she goes, or at least that’s where he situates himself and brings his hips to a single but abrupt rock solidly under her. hands to her ass now, both cheeks, and ears perked high: ]
If it doesn’t make a difference, I won’t do it again.
[ he says it slyly to meet her stacking impatience with play, but soon crushes his lips into hers and gives her a balm for her waiting game aches: a solid shaft prodding the space between her legs and bottom, then asking for another buck of her’s with a slide. friction was achieved and they could do so much more. ]
If it doesn’t make a difference, I won’t do it again.
[ he says it slyly to meet her stacking impatience with play, but soon crushes his lips into hers and gives her a balm for her waiting game aches: a solid shaft prodding the space between her legs and bottom, then asking for another buck of her’s with a slide. friction was achieved and they could do so much more. ]
Um— Y-yeah. [ his knees were bent close to the sides of her legs in a straddle— which might not work long term, but it was good enough to start. as mikasa had said and thought: fine! just needed some adjustment time, no different for eren as he held his breath and felt her arms wrapping for him. only then did he realize how stiff his torso was, and decided to lower himself closer. closer . . . closer.
the way their skin touched, thigh apex to belly to even his shaft somewhere pressed between them, warmth to warmth was . . . out of mind. energizing? he could feel his insides shaking up a storm without showing so much as a quiver outwardly. imagine the rest? was he even ready for the rest?
he started here, then, beginning to cradle her head with his arms and simply enjoying the closeness for now. ]
I didn’t think it’d feel this . . . Good.
[ mind they haven’t actually started anything, but he’s smiling like an absolute goof. ]
the way their skin touched, thigh apex to belly to even his shaft somewhere pressed between them, warmth to warmth was . . . out of mind. energizing? he could feel his insides shaking up a storm without showing so much as a quiver outwardly. imagine the rest? was he even ready for the rest?
he started here, then, beginning to cradle her head with his arms and simply enjoying the closeness for now. ]
I didn’t think it’d feel this . . . Good.
[ mind they haven’t actually started anything, but he’s smiling like an absolute goof. ]
[ by the time he was in by the entirety of his shaft, eren had drawn his claws from the lamila’s nape down the delicate arch of her back, then to the hourglass curve of her pelvis, where he grabbed and thrusted his weight harsher, deeper, and where his throat unfurled an uncensored cry to meet her’s, coarse and barked. coating her back with his front, the fox leaned forward and began his rhythm, rolling his hips until he smacked and smacked and smacked against the back of her thighs with each thorough pull and push.
his hands grasped her breasts in full at last and pulled her upward, erect to follow his own frame upright and delve into her at another angle. his emotion from passion drew out an open door, and there his gem outstretched for the remaining end to make the connection with him. there was no love, but there was pleasure, primal romping and respect. ]
his hands grasped her breasts in full at last and pulled her upward, erect to follow his own frame upright and delve into her at another angle. his emotion from passion drew out an open door, and there his gem outstretched for the remaining end to make the connection with him. there was no love, but there was pleasure, primal romping and respect. ]
[Eren, why would you do this. She scrabbled, not expecting the sudden movement. Her blunt claws raking across skin but after a few seconds of panic, she settled. Her head falling to rest on his shoulder with a ragged breath. Cheeks burning as she realied where his hands were, how they sunk into the soft fur.]
I didn't say that... [She frowned. She hadn't, she'd said she liked it... Sighing into him as she started to push her head back up. Moving so she could see him again.] I love you, you're still- [The words were lost to a muffled squeak, her whole body going tense and still. Then she pushed back, her lips parting and hungry. Rocking against him, his cock brushing against smooth thighs and fluffy fur. She bucked again, there wasn't any coordination, just desperation.]
I didn't say that... [She frowned. She hadn't, she'd said she liked it... Sighing into him as she started to push her head back up. Moving so she could see him again.] I love you, you're still- [The words were lost to a muffled squeak, her whole body going tense and still. Then she pushed back, her lips parting and hungry. Rocking against him, his cock brushing against smooth thighs and fluffy fur. She bucked again, there wasn't any coordination, just desperation.]
[So close, it was almost awkward. So overwhelmingly awkward, her body tensing when she felt him press against her stomach. Though she didn't move away, even if her heart was thundering in her chest.
She didn't smile, not quite. But she did try, the corners of her lips wobbling. Her lips parting, but only a mumble escaping. Until she tried again a few seconds later.]
It feels warm...[Ah yes, warm. She wasn't sure if it was actually hot or just her imagining things. But she fidgeted, putting a bit more weight onto his hand as she pulled at the covers. Though she settled after giving it a few tugs, looking up at him. Looking him in the eyes, glancing away. Glancing back.
Adjusting...] Um...uh.. [Then she pressed a little closer. Roughly pressing a kiss onto...his chin? Aiming...]
She didn't smile, not quite. But she did try, the corners of her lips wobbling. Her lips parting, but only a mumble escaping. Until she tried again a few seconds later.]
It feels warm...[Ah yes, warm. She wasn't sure if it was actually hot or just her imagining things. But she fidgeted, putting a bit more weight onto his hand as she pulled at the covers. Though she settled after giving it a few tugs, looking up at him. Looking him in the eyes, glancing away. Glancing back.
Adjusting...] Um...uh.. [Then she pressed a little closer. Roughly pressing a kiss onto...his chin? Aiming...]
[There were some squirming adjustments to be made as he hilted himself fully inside her, the presence unfamiliar and thrilling at once. There wasn't too much time for that, though, with the sharp caress of claws stroking down her back, leaving shivery sparks in skin and scales alike. The kitsune's grasp on her hips squeezed tighter--and his own thrust in to meet hers, the start of a sharp, rough-edged rhythm with no other prelude given or required. The bulbous shape of his cock lost its strangeness, now that she had become very, very well acquainted with the girth slipping through her folds and pressing into her walls.
The lamia molded herself up against him when the kitsune lifted her torso up, holding her tightly as he dove into her from another angle, squeezing her breasts as she gasped wordlessly. She threw her head back against his shoulder--and then turned, just slightly, to nip sharply at the side of the kitsune's neck. Her gem burned brightly as it accepted the offered energy with open arms, redirecting its own unshackled, raw desire back in a heightening spiral of crackling Manna. There was little delicacy or finesse in the Synchrony, just the bone-deep roar of an unfettered engine.]
The lamia molded herself up against him when the kitsune lifted her torso up, holding her tightly as he dove into her from another angle, squeezing her breasts as she gasped wordlessly. She threw her head back against his shoulder--and then turned, just slightly, to nip sharply at the side of the kitsune's neck. Her gem burned brightly as it accepted the offered energy with open arms, redirecting its own unshackled, raw desire back in a heightening spiral of crackling Manna. There was little delicacy or finesse in the Synchrony, just the bone-deep roar of an unfettered engine.]
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