[ no pillow movement from down below, but perhaps, from the corner of her eyes she’d see the pointed gaze of the fox’s ice blue eyes watching her from a crouch where the pillow should be, a sly grin curving his black lips apart to show the teeth in his muzzle.
there’s weight on her back, of four little paws, and then with a blink, it’s as if he was never there. ]
[The moment something touched her back Kaede stiffened, her vectors surging out to grab or bat away whatever it was. But their grasp found nothing, and the touch of paws vanished as fast as it registered in her mind.
She sat up quickly, her vectors reaching across the rumpled sheets of the bed faster than her physical hands could.]
[ now’s his chance— especially when the vectors come way too close to swiping at him. the pillow loses its form in a snap, going from white and puffy to a blur of a black furball making for a pounce right on top of kaede.
he’s been found! or, maybe he’s been made known, but that didn’t matter too much . . . not when he’s had his fun, and says with elated triumph: ]
Who got who first?
[ is he looking larger than his little fox counterpart? with every blink, there might be less fur, illusions beginning to overlap as his magic comes undone . . .
but maybe he does look more like a fox, still. something was off. ]
[The little feet came down on her back again--much, much heavier little feet. They squished her shoulders against the blanket a bit, and Kaede's vectors doubled back to see what it was.
But she had an idea; when Kaede looked, she saw the fox again. The fox, and...an odd double image, a hint of a nebulous something else that made her want to squint.]
[ the fox's shoulders rolled and angled the way a cat's would, when preparing to jounce another time. he's slipped off, he's created only a touch of distance that comes shattered when the hot curve of human lips and breath growls, low and sharp enough that she could hear his smile: ]
Then I win.
[ on her shoulders were claws, elongated like human fingers but disfigured by vulpine claws and tinted black fur that raised above his wrists. the tail, a much larger sway of fluff invites kaede to an embrace that starts along her side and curves over her front— then another tail, on the other side.
there's not a hint of clothing in sight or sensation on him, if the girl were to react. ]
[That was definitely not a fox now. The claws settling on her shoulders weren't what alarmed her, but the whisper of a human voice so close the hairs on the back of her neck stood up. That was a person--one Kaede recognized, but still a person.
...a person with fluffy tails that Kaede immediately wanted to touch, and seemed to be cognizant of that fact. They curled around her belly, and for once Kaede didn't recoil at the contact.
She did have questions, though.]
Eren?
[She couldn't see all of him, but with how close he was to her back her vectors would have no trouble reaching him. And a few did manifest, curling over his shoulders, a spectral hand pressing against his che--he wasn't wearing a shirt, was he. But the vectors didn't toss Eren away from her back, though they certainly thought about it from the way the telekinetic grasp tensed.
She didn't feel indignant and angry, or...she did, but those feelings were muddled in a tangled squiggle of things she was feeling. She was grumpy about being duped, but quietly appreciative that he was made of warm, and...had multiple chances to wreck her shit while she was mopey and weak, and hadn't yet. And the source of it all seemed to be that ruby again; her gem seemed rather pleased with things, glowing like an ember and pulsing with contentment and encouragement she was wholly unused to feeling.
Kaede hadn't changed much this time, at least not overtly. Her legs hadn't stretched into a scaled tail, and her body temperature wasn't entirely dependent on how close she was to a heater. But she still instinctively appreciated the warmth another person brought, and found herself leaning back against him before she thought to stop. And knowing, feeling that she wasn't alone made the serpentine thing in her mind coil up and bask in the attention.]
[ the sound of his name made any tint of illusion left over him disperse to keep true to his own set of rules, the play of his appearance taking itself into true form: him, eren, with the limbs, appendages and the artfulness of a fox, but his face, his torso, and the start of his arms and legs were mostly human (if not for the sharpness in his feature's curvatures). a third tail slide up under her chin and around her jugular where her ruby gem sat, in a similar location to the kitsune's own, that began to shimmer with contentedness of a reciprocated push back. ]
Bull's eye. [ the invisible grasp coaxes an anticipating inhale that keened his smile to show his pointed teeth, pressing his cheek to the side of her head and rubbing from hair, temple, until he found the roundness of her own, marking her with the scent that would loudly say he was there and all over her. she leaned back, and in turn, he pressed forward, his entire bare front fitting against the curves of her legs and bottom the most. the embrace on her shoulders entice, fueled by the mystical canine's nature to lay with many, and travels down her arms to her ribs. each and every space is brushed upon from over her clothes, and the ruby gem knocks on the door to her's once more to grant him an access that was hot and only beginning to build. ] Thanks for taking care of me.
[The expected alarm bells from someone else's presence still didn't go off. The closest they came was when a tail brushed close to her throat; though the tail was every bit as soft as she thought, the vulnerable part of her neck was still a bridge too far, for now. Kaede twitched back, which pressed her further into his nuzzles. Those were much more comforting. The scaly thing in her mind thrummed its approval, and that, along with Eren's thanks, made the other hurdles in the way start to crumble. She did...a good thing? She did a good thing. Ah--
The touch of hands at her side didn't feel ticklish or invasive now, but like gentle encouragement. Stimulating encouragement. She felt a weight pressing against her back, and instead of pushing him off, her vectors dispersed--only to reappear wrapped around his shoulders, tugging Eren instinctively closer. More touches. More contact. More feeling.
There was a scratch at the door her gem was holding shut, a caress of warmth that reached deeper than flesh and bone. And a promise of energy the ruby had been doing without for far too long. But Kaede hadn't entirely lost her sense of caution. When the door opened, it was only by a sliver at first, something for a wary person to peer out of.]
Are you going to do the same for me?
[...not throwing food at her from the second story, the other thing.]
[ a return of favors was something carved deep into his bones now, when he had paintbrush fur and whiskers. it was like an unspoken pact, and to articulate it out loud made the black patches of coat grown on his back and arms begin to stand with alien delight and duty.
so, that is close to immediately answered. there's no resistance, as little as they are, but persuasion to persist. eren's leg hikes up to half a stand as it squeezes her sides and prods her backside, his front dresses kaede's back like an arch, inducing her to curve with him— to help, came the humidity of his words invading the space of her jugular with a clasp of his lips, wet by the flick of his tongue that drags to groom her, all the way up to the lobe of her ear. ]
If you're hungry.
[ he doesn't skip the chance to tease her with indirection, but going back to direct, his hands propose an agreement: one discovers the hem of her shirt to reach under, ghosting with his claws up, while the other torments the barrier of her pants going down. ]
[The kitsune's claws found smooth scales trailing up her spine and sides like a suggestion of her serpent form's stripes, intermingled with bare skin but no further obstructions than her shirt. Kaede often wore little more than sleepwear in the evenings, unless she had somewhere more interesting to be. But right now the most important place was here, in this moment in time, her arms braced against the side of the bed and her fingers curled in the unmade sheets.]
Yes.
[The word came with a subtle, pleased hiss behind it. The lamia was at the wheel now, the promise of nourishment and the opened door enough to bring the monster out entirely. Kaede's mind was swept along for the ride, in a breathless surge of adrenaline and unfamiliar but exciting feelings. She didn't twitch away at the touch to her neck this time, and a thrill shivered through her back as she curved to match his. A vector, its edges fuzzed with unfocused static as her thoughts became ever more distracted, helped undo the drawstring of her pants as her knees antsily fidgeted against the carpet beneath.]
[ under her shirt, his probing hand roamed until it scraped across scales and cupped a breast, fully squeezed, slow and kneading as his other slid down the ample fall of her loosening pants pulled free from the tie at its center. from above, he felt the mask of a bra being coaxed to pop its contents as his fingers played from bottom to top— below, how close her panty lining was to the curve of her sex and his padded fingers. the pressure of having a body growing hot and hissing, melting in his arms is what made him want to squeeze all the more tighter.
his lapping, from the shell of her ear became a gnaw; a bite that dribbled out and came with the sway of all nine of his tails showering her with touched and sensations his two hands couldn’t give. her hips, between her legs, her belly, and they wouldn’t dare to stop. ]
Where first?
[ the smell of her, aroused, was so much more enticing than food that he swore he could scent her body reacting. the sweat that had yet to form, the sweet juices from below. eren’s fingers pressed more firmly, between her legs, into the subtle crease in the middle that glided up, to the larger curves of her bottom but still some ways in between. ]
[To go from being touch starved to spoiled for choice so quickly was just...exhilarating; it set her heart racing and made these clothes feel stifling, even though the lamia drank in all the heat she could. The brush of satin-soft fur against newly bared skin, the dexterous trace of his hands--it was the bite that got her first, coaxing out a low, pleased sigh.
But she didn't completely melt away.]
Here.
[She grabbed his hand and pressed it against her folds--gently, mindful of his claws, but no less assertively.]
[ she’s asserting her needs and it makes the fox’s heart break a beat, addicted to every spurt of adrenaline that made his eyes keen for detail and ears keep twitching at ruffling clothes, at breathing, at her voice, here— ]
It’s good that you know what you want.
[ so do i was on his lips, but he chooses not to say. too much talking distracts him, and in a loop, action distracts him from too much talking. to make up for it, his arms are sudden in grabbing the scruff of her shirt from behind and the same with the apex of her thigh; the movement is gentle enough to not harm but quick and brute enough to show urgency. he’s motioned to throw her torso down to the edge of the bed and keep her backside high with the bend of her knees, held up by his hand slipping past the bands of her undergarments to folds that are wet to the touch.
the lining gets pushed to the side with the hook of his claw as he crawls back to her, keeping his thumb and the panty hem pressed there sideways. behind her now, bent to scent her and rub his face up her leg until he reached her desire, rather than rolling his thumb onto the barely exposed outer lip— he places his tongue there, and glides slowly from bottom to top. ]
[The sudden motion jarred Kaede's mind back to the front for a moment; her torso stiffened and she growled something annoyed back at him. She wasn't some toy to be thrown around--
His touches mollified her again, the hand cupped between her legs coaxing a groan from her. The lamia slithered its way back through her thoughts, itself coaxing Kaede to relax again. She curled sharp nailed fingers in the sheets as she let herself down against the bed, hips lifted and knees apart. He didn't leave her exposed and waiting long at all, attentively returning to his caresses.
A brush of warm breath against her folds sharpened her next inhale, the lapping afterwards made her gasp and shiver with the pleasured sparks his tongue left in its wake.]
[ perhaps more feline than canine in his cunningness, eren did play with her— not as his personal toy with disregard, but roughing her in a way to pry out roughness in turn, to express his own want, or illicit fire had been part of it. there was a wildness that perhaps begged to be affronted and dared to be tamed, and he would not gain that with sure and safe gentleness. he takes the risk and blows the sting to a gladdened simmer with a lap that slides more profound, more gradual in the rise of his tongue and back. it glides for her front and curves at her clit, giving it a bell-like ring as his palms sat on either side of her.
his claws tested her, only a bit as they firmed hold and spread her cheeks with his thumbs. there again, where she swelled, was where his hot mouth focused. a flick, a ghosting suckle, then an entire envelopment with puckered lips savoring the little bulb like he would a fruit. ]
[Oh. She could forgive him for pulling her around, now. The annoyed growls gave way to a pleased drumming purr more felt than heard, rumbling through the bed and where he caressed and lapped at her. The sharp points of his claws didn't worry her at all, not when he was lavishing her with so much attention. The lamia bit down on the sheets at first, but soon her needy pants came too fast for such stifling.
She pushed her hips back against his mouth, little demanding twitching motions here or there where she needed, wanted attention. And whenever he found somewhere particularly nice, she rewarded him with a rumbling moan.]
[ there? he didn’t say with words but puffed back loudly to be heard, and with his busy mouth eren doesn’t pull back, but delves deeper, flitting his tongue to the very spot that garnered her delight, the slit of her entry, was it? or above that— but maybe it didn’t matter. the fox had already decided to enter, so little, really, but he does.
the tongue gradually slips its way into her, pulls out, then pushes in again as he kept her spread, curling and uncurling the tip, a sluggish glide that savored her every taste, curvature and fold. he can’t reach just below with his covered face of scent and wetness— so his hand helps its way to her front, and uses her growing slickness to rub her sex, circular and with the pads of all first forefingers. or there? his voice questioned in tone, eyes shut and ready to eat up her response just as much as he’s eating her out. ]
[The lamia did bite at the blankets now, for the lack of anything else to bite. The heat of his breath, the wonderful caresses of his tongue--and when it hit that spot, it wasn't the suggestion of lightning but close to the real thing, an arc of pleasure that made her back curve with it. The lamia disengaged her jaws only when it became too stifling to keep her grip.]
Any- [it was a word distorted by needy gasps and gnashing bites on the rumpled blankets.]
Anywhere. Just-
[Don't stop touching her. Don't stop anything. A raggedly formed vector pulled his hand close to her mound and clit, and her hips pressed and positioned themselves to give him free access to her entrance.]
[ he couldn’t reject and took enough of his time, where he sighed out and lacked words to add to his smile. his fingers had claws, but they were small when unretracted, weren’t they? like longer, hidden nails that felt too tempted to hold back for the sake of possible discomfort (and they wouldn’t know either if they didn’t try). eren removes his mouth from her hind, but not his hand reaching around her hips and front, the tips of his first three fingers swirling about her slickness, the swelling, before entry was forewarned with the inch of one finger in— then in completely, in a gradual motion that reached to feel the press of her walls.
as he did, the kitsune pushed his pelvis close to her’s; not to enter her, but to rub the head of his arousal between the slit of her thighs. for the stiffness, that still needed attention, but also for the added tension in the needy tease that made want all the greater. ]
[She sighed a little when he took his mouth away from her, almost disappointed. But the touch of his fingers brought the aroused thrill right back, circling and rubbing.
When she felt the prick of his claws inside her, though, she stiffened at first, hissing a wordless warning. Her hand shot down to grab onto his knuckles, but she didn't want to move anything else. It wasn't painful, but verged almost on discomfort. Dangerous. But...exciting, too. It was only after tortuously long moment that she relinquished her hold, unable to bear him stopping any longer. The lamia hissed one more quiet warning at him--this was a responsibility she was trusting him with, he'd better behave.
Something hot and insistent brushed the inner curve of her thigh, and the lamia shivered at the new, distracting touch to somewhere so sensitive. The monster knew what it was without looking, and her hand shifted from restraining his hand to brushing his shaft, curling around it with a light but firm squeeze.]
[ oh— that was something, and he certainly stopped his hand from going any further when the lamia interrupts not only physically, but verbally. the hiss is a warning any mind can be wary of. his cock, now in her hand, made his head dip sideways, hair long and dangling like a curtain, and his thoughts scatter between pleasure and carefulness. it also muffled the wait time in trying to take another step, made it harder for him to realize he’s stopped in the first place. the sigh he gave was deep and through his nose, and even after she allowed him space to continued, he waited, pulled his finger back, and entered newly once her thighs tensed less to his presence. ]
[The sound lapsed into a hum, then a purr as he revised his approach. That was better. Much better. She wasn't afraid of some scratches, but one there would have made things unpleasant. Her body relaxed, but not so much she'd let herself twitch about in any unpredictable directions. The latter was...harder than she thought, with sparks of pleasure curling through her walls wherever his finger touched.
The lamia stroked her thumb over the head of his shaft, and loosened her grip. He was behaving. He could have this back now.]
[ one finger dragged, curled, then deepened again in his search for pacing and entry in the way she better enjoyed. to say the least, letting go of his cock almost felt like a disappointing tease when he quickly began to miss the pressure her hand supplied. her thigh can do that, surely, but . . . when his digit pulled out from her heat, he entered now with two, and repeated his advances with a gradual curl at the end. how does he say this (and eventually, he does, the kitsune finally feeling the fluster he usually would if he were more himself): ]
—Wait, [ a bark, but he continues to pleasure her, the bulbous head of his shaft greedy to feel the brush of a thumb pad that wasn’t his, to which he swallows, trying to hide the shudder in his words. ] one more time.
[ she could move however she liked to feel comfortable, there’s enough space and less constraint to. eren sucks in his lips, but his cock kept there at a starting curve and more erect than not, throbbing with a silent plea for more that he wouldn’t voice to sound like begging. ]
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.]
[ 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. ]
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there’s weight on her back, of four little paws, and then with a blink, it’s as if he was never there. ]
Yoͦuͧ’rͬeͤ cͨloͦs͛eͤ.
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She sat up quickly, her vectors reaching across the rumpled sheets of the bed faster than her physical hands could.]
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he’s been found! or, maybe he’s been made known, but that didn’t matter too much . . . not when he’s had his fun, and says with elated triumph: ]
Who got who first?
[ is he looking larger than his little fox counterpart? with every blink, there might be less fur, illusions beginning to overlap as his magic comes undone . . .
but maybe he does look more like a fox, still. something was off. ]
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But she had an idea; when Kaede looked, she saw the fox again. The fox, and...an odd double image, a hint of a nebulous something else that made her want to squint.]
You touched me first.
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Then I win.
[ on her shoulders were claws, elongated like human fingers but disfigured by vulpine claws and tinted black fur that raised above his wrists. the tail, a much larger sway of fluff invites kaede to an embrace that starts along her side and curves over her front— then another tail, on the other side.
there's not a hint of clothing in sight or sensation on him, if the girl were to react. ]
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...a person with fluffy tails that Kaede immediately wanted to touch, and seemed to be cognizant of that fact. They curled around her belly, and for once Kaede didn't recoil at the contact.
She did have questions, though.]
Eren?
[She couldn't see all of him, but with how close he was to her back her vectors would have no trouble reaching him. And a few did manifest, curling over his shoulders, a spectral hand pressing against his che--he wasn't wearing a shirt, was he. But the vectors didn't toss Eren away from her back, though they certainly thought about it from the way the telekinetic grasp tensed.
She didn't feel indignant and angry, or...she did, but those feelings were muddled in a tangled squiggle of things she was feeling. She was grumpy about being duped, but quietly appreciative that he was made of warm, and...had multiple chances to wreck her shit while she was mopey and weak, and hadn't yet. And the source of it all seemed to be that ruby again; her gem seemed rather pleased with things, glowing like an ember and pulsing with contentment and encouragement she was wholly unused to feeling.
Kaede hadn't changed much this time, at least not overtly. Her legs hadn't stretched into a scaled tail, and her body temperature wasn't entirely dependent on how close she was to a heater. But she still instinctively appreciated the warmth another person brought, and found herself leaning back against him before she thought to stop. And knowing, feeling that she wasn't alone made the serpentine thing in her mind coil up and bask in the attention.]
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Bull's eye. [ the invisible grasp coaxes an anticipating inhale that keened his smile to show his pointed teeth, pressing his cheek to the side of her head and rubbing from hair, temple, until he found the roundness of her own, marking her with the scent that would loudly say he was there and all over her. she leaned back, and in turn, he pressed forward, his entire bare front fitting against the curves of her legs and bottom the most. the embrace on her shoulders entice, fueled by the mystical canine's nature to lay with many, and travels down her arms to her ribs. each and every space is brushed upon from over her clothes, and the ruby gem knocks on the door to her's once more to grant him an access that was hot and only beginning to build. ] Thanks for taking care of me.
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The touch of hands at her side didn't feel ticklish or invasive now, but like gentle encouragement. Stimulating encouragement. She felt a weight pressing against her back, and instead of pushing him off, her vectors dispersed--only to reappear wrapped around his shoulders, tugging Eren instinctively closer. More touches. More contact. More feeling.
There was a scratch at the door her gem was holding shut, a caress of warmth that reached deeper than flesh and bone. And a promise of energy the ruby had been doing without for far too long. But Kaede hadn't entirely lost her sense of caution. When the door opened, it was only by a sliver at first, something for a wary person to peer out of.]
Are you going to do the same for me?
[...not throwing food at her from the second story, the other thing.]
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so, that is close to immediately answered. there's no resistance, as little as they are, but persuasion to persist. eren's leg hikes up to half a stand as it squeezes her sides and prods her backside, his front dresses kaede's back like an arch, inducing her to curve with him— to help, came the humidity of his words invading the space of her jugular with a clasp of his lips, wet by the flick of his tongue that drags to groom her, all the way up to the lobe of her ear. ]
If you're hungry.
[ he doesn't skip the chance to tease her with indirection, but going back to direct, his hands propose an agreement: one discovers the hem of her shirt to reach under, ghosting with his claws up, while the other torments the barrier of her pants going down. ]
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Yes.
[The word came with a subtle, pleased hiss behind it. The lamia was at the wheel now, the promise of nourishment and the opened door enough to bring the monster out entirely. Kaede's mind was swept along for the ride, in a breathless surge of adrenaline and unfamiliar but exciting feelings. She didn't twitch away at the touch to her neck this time, and a thrill shivered through her back as she curved to match his. A vector, its edges fuzzed with unfocused static as her thoughts became ever more distracted, helped undo the drawstring of her pants as her knees antsily fidgeted against the carpet beneath.]
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his lapping, from the shell of her ear became a gnaw; a bite that dribbled out and came with the sway of all nine of his tails showering her with touched and sensations his two hands couldn’t give. her hips, between her legs, her belly, and they wouldn’t dare to stop. ]
Where first?
[ the smell of her, aroused, was so much more enticing than food that he swore he could scent her body reacting. the sweat that had yet to form, the sweet juices from below. eren’s fingers pressed more firmly, between her legs, into the subtle crease in the middle that glided up, to the larger curves of her bottom but still some ways in between. ]
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But she didn't completely melt away.]
Here.
[She grabbed his hand and pressed it against her folds--gently, mindful of his claws, but no less assertively.]
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It’s good that you know what you want.
[ so do i was on his lips, but he chooses not to say. too much talking distracts him, and in a loop, action distracts him from too much talking. to make up for it, his arms are sudden in grabbing the scruff of her shirt from behind and the same with the apex of her thigh; the movement is gentle enough to not harm but quick and brute enough to show urgency. he’s motioned to throw her torso down to the edge of the bed and keep her backside high with the bend of her knees, held up by his hand slipping past the bands of her undergarments to folds that are wet to the touch.
the lining gets pushed to the side with the hook of his claw as he crawls back to her, keeping his thumb and the panty hem pressed there sideways. behind her now, bent to scent her and rub his face up her leg until he reached her desire, rather than rolling his thumb onto the barely exposed outer lip— he places his tongue there, and glides slowly from bottom to top. ]
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His touches mollified her again, the hand cupped between her legs coaxing a groan from her. The lamia slithered its way back through her thoughts, itself coaxing Kaede to relax again. She curled sharp nailed fingers in the sheets as she let herself down against the bed, hips lifted and knees apart. He didn't leave her exposed and waiting long at all, attentively returning to his caresses.
A brush of warm breath against her folds sharpened her next inhale, the lapping afterwards made her gasp and shiver with the pleasured sparks his tongue left in its wake.]
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his claws tested her, only a bit as they firmed hold and spread her cheeks with his thumbs. there again, where she swelled, was where his hot mouth focused. a flick, a ghosting suckle, then an entire envelopment with puckered lips savoring the little bulb like he would a fruit. ]
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She pushed her hips back against his mouth, little demanding twitching motions here or there where she needed, wanted attention. And whenever he found somewhere particularly nice, she rewarded him with a rumbling moan.]
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the tongue gradually slips its way into her, pulls out, then pushes in again as he kept her spread, curling and uncurling the tip, a sluggish glide that savored her every taste, curvature and fold. he can’t reach just below with his covered face of scent and wetness— so his hand helps its way to her front, and uses her growing slickness to rub her sex, circular and with the pads of all first forefingers. or there? his voice questioned in tone, eyes shut and ready to eat up her response just as much as he’s eating her out. ]
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Any- [it was a word distorted by needy gasps and gnashing bites on the rumpled blankets.]
Anywhere. Just-
[Don't stop touching her. Don't stop anything. A raggedly formed vector pulled his hand close to her mound and clit, and her hips pressed and positioned themselves to give him free access to her entrance.]
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as he did, the kitsune pushed his pelvis close to her’s; not to enter her, but to rub the head of his arousal between the slit of her thighs. for the stiffness, that still needed attention, but also for the added tension in the needy tease that made want all the greater. ]
I won’t.
[ stop, of course. ]
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When she felt the prick of his claws inside her, though, she stiffened at first, hissing a wordless warning. Her hand shot down to grab onto his knuckles, but she didn't want to move anything else. It wasn't painful, but verged almost on discomfort. Dangerous. But...exciting, too. It was only after tortuously long moment that she relinquished her hold, unable to bear him stopping any longer. The lamia hissed one more quiet warning at him--this was a responsibility she was trusting him with, he'd better behave.
Something hot and insistent brushed the inner curve of her thigh, and the lamia shivered at the new, distracting touch to somewhere so sensitive. The monster knew what it was without looking, and her hand shifted from restraining his hand to brushing his shaft, curling around it with a light but firm squeeze.]
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Is this the first time someone did that?
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[The sound lapsed into a hum, then a purr as he revised his approach. That was better. Much better. She wasn't afraid of some scratches, but one there would have made things unpleasant. Her body relaxed, but not so much she'd let herself twitch about in any unpredictable directions. The latter was...harder than she thought, with sparks of pleasure curling through her walls wherever his finger touched.
The lamia stroked her thumb over the head of his shaft, and loosened her grip. He was behaving. He could have this back now.]
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—Wait, [ a bark, but he continues to pleasure her, the bulbous head of his shaft greedy to feel the brush of a thumb pad that wasn’t his, to which he swallows, trying to hide the shudder in his words. ] one more time.
[ she could move however she liked to feel comfortable, there’s enough space and less constraint to. eren sucks in his lips, but his cock kept there at a starting curve and more erect than not, throbbing with a silent plea for more that he wouldn’t voice to sound like begging. ]
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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.]
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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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