She'd thought to pull back on his enthusiastic claws by grabbing onto him--but letting go was just as effective a curb. And now that she was prepared, the way the kitsune's touch skirted between pleasure and danger made her back arch and her breath come as sharper, needier pants.
Slowly, teasingly--and interrupted by a shuddering groan at the curl of his fingers--the lamia traced her fingertips up his cock, feeling the shape of it. When she got to the head, she paused for a tortuous moment--until his fingers curled again and her hand tensed in an immediate response, the brush of her thumb coming afterwards.]
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She'd thought to pull back on his enthusiastic claws by grabbing onto him--but letting go was just as effective a curb. And now that she was prepared, the way the kitsune's touch skirted between pleasure and danger made her back arch and her breath come as sharper, needier pants.
Slowly, teasingly--and interrupted by a shuddering groan at the curl of his fingers--the lamia traced her fingertips up his cock, feeling the shape of it. When she got to the head, she paused for a tortuous moment--until his fingers curled again and her hand tensed in an immediate response, the brush of her thumb coming afterwards.]
This? [The lamia asked, coyly.]