[He was already calling her a whore for just daring to smell like another dragon but. He wrinkles his nose, less that it's starting to drip blood from her headbutt and more out of annoyance.]
[ She exhales, slowly, and pushes herself back up to sit, out from under the cage of his body--
-- And lifts her up to soak up the blood with her sleeve. It takes a bit longer than a minute for her to actually speak, because there's a bit of a lump in her throat. But: ]
I was literally coming here to-- spend time with you. Since I felt a little... lonely, and.
...
To see if we could... try it. In your other form, again. It's less intimidating when you don't look like a person. And if you can... be kind, even just a little, we can keep doing more.
If she can look like that and be kind, and worry about how I'm feeling, so can you.
[Why he sounds dreamy about it is probably not something one should examine too closely. And because he's Dan Feng, he lays down over her legs, cheek pillowed against her thigh, looking greatly amused and 100 % distracted from murder.]
How charming that a hunter like you likes it better when she plays with her food.
[ tail... reaches down to pet it. She's trying very, very hard to be calm and casual about this, but her heart is pounding against her chest even so. ]
... We'll... see, when we get to it. Do your best not to. Please.
His tail curls around her hand briefly, up her arm, and there's a brief moment of repulsive and discordant wrong wrong wrong before she's somehow lying onhim - he's shifted into his true form, muzzle spanning the size of her torso, and he immediately flops his head over her legs again like a wet noodle.]
... Somehow, after the last few times, the closeness of him and the weight over her legs is a comfort. She was feeling lonely-- Linnea and Erenville were both very kind to her, but it's not the same as someone understanding who you are and where you come from. Even if Dan Feng was frequently wrong about eeeeeverything always.
She settles her hands into the fur of his mane, though, one smoothing over his muzzle, just delicately feeling along his face, in the solid places not overrun with plant and rot. The objectives soften her, truly, because after a long moment she curls over him to gently kiss his brow. ]
[The coils behind her shift, pressing close, but not suffocating - cradling her, even, as he tilts his head to the side. There's four small limbs there somewhere in the mess, tipped with claws - if he thinks about it, there might be more, he's not really sure, the Abundance sometimes lets him grow more - but one of those arms (legs?) scratch a hello at the small of her back, just as he snuffles somewhere into her shoulder.]
[ This is nice, somehow-- not something she expects to last, something that she feels is going to snap as quickly as it was given to her, but the desire to be held surges strongly enough that she's taken by surprise by the feeling. She shivers a bit, at the claws, but just curls an arm over his neck, so she can bury her face in his mane, and hold him back. ]
[A coil nudges against her elbow - it's mostly solid, thankfully, no sunken rot or anything, but there's bits of fluff and leaf stuck in the scales of it, and the scales themselves stick out every which way.]
[ She turns her head to look at it-- then blinks, brows raised. ]
Oh-- Sure...
[ She lets him go to turn more fully, so she can run her hands over it. She's delicate but firm, and seems to have no real problem learning her way around grooming scales-- it's not terribly unlike picking pinfeathers on her own wings, after all. She plucks the detritus out from under the lifted scales, settles them back down smoothly flat, and just quietly preens him. ]
[Like this, in the form he shares with his progenitor, Dan Feng seems - more, in all ways. His pleased rumbles are louder, muscle rippling under his scales and her hands more expressively. He can - and does - ensconce her more completely, like a living nest.]
When we leave this place I want to take your ship to a Washtopia.
[Rumbled. He seems to be thinking about cleaning at least, his muzzle resting on one of her shoulders.]
[Wait how did she know he was wondering about those giant rolling brushes and how they would feel if he went through them....
How strange, too, that he would think of something so mundane, from himself and from of her- that there were other things to do other than capturing Stellarons and drowning worlds.
A claw starts tracing a slow arc of sensation on her lower back, under a wing, almost absently.]
So was I. But you must carve out time to dream. Come now, what was the first thing that came to mind?
[She's so responsive, what a lovely creature. Dan Feng wants to swallow her whole and savor her cries and remove all thought from that pretty little head and,]
[It's- different, like this. A slow slide into pleasure, instead of tumbling into it headlong; Dan Feng isn't all that practiced with it, but there is a great satisfaction, too, in stoking embers to life than setting things on fire.]
Yes? Perhaps a swan--
[The claws on her back moves upwards, into the join of feather and skin, more deliberate now, spanning the root of both wings. A coil curls over her legs, between them, while he licks up the line of her neck from collarbone to ear.]
[ even slow and careful the nerves light up with anxiety under his touches, evident in the rabbit-quick thump of her pulse in her neck as his tongue passes over it. Her objectives are doing a bit of heavy lifting, in this case-- her mind is full of teeth but her body can't commit to the fear, already flooded with tingling warmth and the edge of desire.
There's clear hesitation as that coil tries to squeeze between her legs but after a moment... she allows it, her back curving against the prickle of nails under her feathers. There's a beat where she doesn't move at all, frozen by the sensation, before one of her hands carefully-- subtly-- slides down along the belly scales, searching. ]
[She'll be able to find what she's looking for soon enough - the scales go from warm to hot, swollen, the scent of brine wafting...]
Like you?
[He laughs, but less with the edge of malice and more with teasing, his movements still slow as he nuzzles against her cheek. He tries to part her legs just enough to press against the apex of them, but the way his tongue slides down her cleavage is very obvious with his want.]
I obviously cannot undress you so do it yourself. [See!! He is holding himself back from ripping her clothes off!! He is learning!!!]
[He rumbles pleasantly around her when she finds his vent, and with the way he's curled up on and around her, it's impossible to miss the way he stiffens briefly at her request.]
That seems one-sided. [His tone is cautious, as he curls a little further so he can look at her askance. It seems like she isn't the only vulnerable one here.] You think you can please me?
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[He was already calling her a whore for just daring to smell like another dragon but. He wrinkles his nose, less that it's starting to drip blood from her headbutt and more out of annoyance.]
Fine. One minute. Explain yourself.
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-- And lifts her up to soak up the blood with her sleeve. It takes a bit longer than a minute for her to actually speak, because there's a bit of a lump in her throat. But: ]
I was literally coming here to-- spend time with you. Since I felt a little... lonely, and.
...
To see if we could... try it. In your other form, again. It's less intimidating when you don't look like a person. And if you can... be kind, even just a little, we can keep doing more.
If she can look like that and be kind, and worry about how I'm feeling, so can you.
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[Why he sounds dreamy about it is probably not something one should examine too closely. And because he's Dan Feng, he lays down over her legs, cheek pillowed against her thigh, looking greatly amused and 100 % distracted from murder.]
How charming that a hunter like you likes it better when she plays with her food.
Re: Night 22/ early morning 23
Do predators not care for their mates? If it's like this, you're not just "prey," right?
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[Great, she can watch the tip of his tail start wagging violently while Dan Feng's expression is an impassive lineface.]
I was never just prey. [It's wagging so hard it's whuffing against a pillow and he doesn't seem to notice.] What happens when I hurt you again?
Re: Night 22/ early morning 23
... We'll... see, when we get to it. Do your best not to. Please.
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His tail curls around her hand briefly, up her arm, and there's a brief moment of repulsive and discordant wrong wrong wrong before she's somehow lying onhim - he's shifted into his true form, muzzle spanning the size of her torso, and he immediately flops his head over her legs again like a wet noodle.]
Re: Night 22/ early morning 23
... Somehow, after the last few times, the closeness of him and the weight over her legs is a comfort. She was feeling lonely-- Linnea and Erenville were both very kind to her, but it's not the same as someone understanding who you are and where you come from. Even if Dan Feng was frequently wrong about eeeeeverything always.
She settles her hands into the fur of his mane, though, one smoothing over his muzzle, just delicately feeling along his face, in the solid places not overrun with plant and rot. The objectives soften her, truly, because after a long moment she curls over him to gently kiss his brow. ]
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[The coils behind her shift, pressing close, but not suffocating - cradling her, even, as he tilts his head to the side. There's four small limbs there somewhere in the mess, tipped with claws - if he thinks about it, there might be more, he's not really sure, the Abundance sometimes lets him grow more - but one of those arms (legs?) scratch a hello at the small of her back, just as he snuffles somewhere into her shoulder.]
I need you to do something.
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... Yes?
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Scratch this.
[A coil nudges against her elbow - it's mostly solid, thankfully, no sunken rot or anything, but there's bits of fluff and leaf stuck in the scales of it, and the scales themselves stick out every which way.]
Re: Night 22/ early morning 23
Oh-- Sure...
[ She lets him go to turn more fully, so she can run her hands over it. She's delicate but firm, and seems to have no real problem learning her way around grooming scales-- it's not terribly unlike picking pinfeathers on her own wings, after all. She plucks the detritus out from under the lifted scales, settles them back down smoothly flat, and just quietly preens him. ]
Re: Night 22/ early morning 23
When we leave this place I want to take your ship to a Washtopia.
[Rumbled. He seems to be thinking about cleaning at least, his muzzle resting on one of her shoulders.]
Re: Night 22/ early morning 23
[ Teasing. She scritches gently as she removes another bit of debris, smoothing her hands over his body, relaxed even surrounded by him. ]
... We'll do that.
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How strange, too, that he would think of something so mundane, from himself and from of her- that there were other things to do other than capturing Stellarons and drowning worlds.
A claw starts tracing a slow arc of sensation on her lower back, under a wing, almost absently.]
If you were not a hunter, what would you be?
Re: Night 22/ early morning 23
But she doesn't respond for a long moment, just thinking. ]
... I don't know. There wasn't ever a chance to be anything else. I was born for this.
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[She's so responsive, what a lovely creature. Dan Feng wants to swallow her whole and savor her cries and remove all thought from that pretty little head and,]
Re: Night 22/ early morning 23
She leans back into him, lost in thought again. It takes her longer to respond. ]
... Maybe I could... have a coffee shop. Somewhere quiet.
Re: Night 22/ early morning 23
[He noses into the crook of her neck, nudging her to tilt her head as he laves his tongue along the line of her jaw.]
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[ She pauses, with a full body shiver, her wings ruffling and her face going deeply red. ]
-- Ah...
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Yes? Perhaps a swan--
[The claws on her back moves upwards, into the join of feather and skin, more deliberate now, spanning the root of both wings. A coil curls over her legs, between them, while he licks up the line of her neck from collarbone to ear.]
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[ even slow and careful the nerves light up with anxiety under his touches, evident in the rabbit-quick thump of her pulse in her neck as his tongue passes over it. Her objectives are doing a bit of heavy lifting, in this case-- her mind is full of teeth but her body can't commit to the fear, already flooded with tingling warmth and the edge of desire.
There's clear hesitation as that coil tries to squeeze between her legs but after a moment... she allows it, her back curving against the prickle of nails under her feathers. There's a beat where she doesn't move at all, frozen by the sensation, before one of her hands carefully-- subtly-- slides down along the belly scales, searching. ]
Re: Night 22/ early morning 23
Like you?
[He laughs, but less with the edge of malice and more with teasing, his movements still slow as he nuzzles against her cheek. He tries to part her legs just enough to press against the apex of them, but the way his tongue slides down her cleavage is very obvious with his want.]
I obviously cannot undress you so do it yourself. [See!! He is holding himself back from ripping her clothes off!! He is learning!!!]
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[ A weak protest, when her fingers are pressing into the dip in those scales, where it's hot and slick.
Her breath shudders in a gasp, as his tongue delves down, and her other hand reaches up to curl over his muzzle. ]
-- What if... ... Maybe this time, I just-- touch you, instead.
Re: Night 22/ early morning 23
That seems one-sided. [His tone is cautious, as he curls a little further so he can look at her askance. It seems like she isn't the only vulnerable one here.] You think you can please me?
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