[ it was his turn to moan. short, coarse and not as sweetly sung, ended by forcing a swallow and cutting it clean, but he enjoyed it— from base to head he held his breath then sighed it out. he even enjoyed the provocation in her voice, and replied with three digits that had now dug in. more forceful, but slicked and having no problems in following through and squeezing into the heat of her walls. ]
And this—
[ when he moved his hand it became rhythmic, the curl at the a prize and his hips rolled to meet the same fate in her hands. ]
[The lamia's teasing whisper broke off into a gasp, legs quivering as a third finger slicked inside. Her entrance stretched, but all the previous touches had prepared her. Instead of discomfort, there were only excited sparks wherever his fingertips caressed next.
It made her weak at the knees, and the monster shifted her weight forwards to rest on her arms and press her face into the rumpled sheets. Her grasp on the kitsune's shaft loosened, her thoughts and mind distracted by the curl of his fingers.]
[ 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. ]
[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 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. ]
[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.]
[ 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. ]
[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.]
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And this—
[ when he moved his hand it became rhythmic, the curl at the a prize and his hips rolled to meet the same fate in her hands. ]
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It made her weak at the knees, and the monster shifted her weight forwards to rest on her arms and press her face into the rumpled sheets. Her grasp on the kitsune's shaft loosened, her thoughts and mind distracted by the curl of his fingers.]
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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. ]
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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.]
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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.]
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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. ]
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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.]