[ 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?
... I'd... like to try. You didn't... finish, the last time.
[ She pauses, with her fingers comfortably curled into the entrance of his vent, not trying to push further. She loosens her other arm a bit so he can shift his head more easily, but instead threads her fingers into his mane again. ]
[Maybe that's a little too honest, but sex was something he used rather than something he did. He rocks into her hand gently, curiously almost, blinking slowly at what was happening here what.
His head rolls in her grip at an unnatural angle, stopped by her hand, as he twitches. A spasm in all his coils. The mara doesn't like someone else holding him open.]
[ his head is simply to big to hide under all that. But she does pause, to consider this behaviour-- perhaps incorrectly assumes it to be disdain, at first-- but slowly realizes this is. embarrassment...???
She's still, for a while, just letting him settle and feeling the way he coils about her, before she shifts her hand again, rubbing her thumb along the slit of his vent before pressing her fingers (or. hand.) in again. More deeply, this time-- she does remember that there's quite some space in there, to fit both of those cocks. ]
[There's plenty of space in there - she'll be able to get her arm in up nearly to the elbow before hitting the back of his vent, and she'll be able to wring out some particularly wrought noises from Dan Feng if she does. He's not able to modulate himself well in this form.]
Nngh. [You know what, he's going to duck behind her back to hide his face how about that.] I'm not fragile.
[ She smooths her hand over his head as he moves it, before taking that hand back to curl around the coil of his body-- for support, as she presses her arm in. That noise is nice, the warmth of his body is nice, the grip of the muscle... She takes her time, pressing the curled knuckles lazily into the flesh, mostly just exploring him with her touch, feeling up along the length of his dicks hidden within him, carefully guiding him out (or partially so, anyway). She did this before too, sure, but she's a bit less lust-addled this time, her touches less aimless, the movement of her arm a little bit more purposeful, experimental thrusts.
She does slow again though, once the tips of him as actually in view. Mostly because she's doing some pretty intense girl math right now and fighting with the mortification of do you seriously really want to do that in her mind before she pulls her hand back. And carefully, gently, leans down to put her lips over him. ]
[At least in this size, a cock of his is manageable for her size with some determination and elbow grease, but he has two of them, flushed dark with flat tips, not to mention the ridges...]
Gghk. [This is probably the most undignified noise she's heard from him so far, and he's thrown literal tantrums in her ship's cockpit.
He tastes like what deep sea smells like, and his coils curl around her further as his head basically flops somewhere at her hip.] V-Valencia.
Brine is not actually that pleasant a taste, all things considered, but it isn't strange or alarming-- and she's used to the smell, if nothing else, from Dan Feng as it is. She's slow and cautious about it, though, just rubbing the flat of her tongue along the flat tip of his cock, pulling back with a gentle suck as he says her name.
The keeps her hand within his vent, though, just gently massaging the hidden base of him with her fingers. ]
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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. ]
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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.]
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[ 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?
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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,]
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She leans back into him, lost in thought again. It takes her longer to respond. ]
... Maybe I could... have a coffee shop. Somewhere quiet.
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[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.
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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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[ She pauses, with her fingers comfortably curled into the entrance of his vent, not trying to push further. She loosens her other arm a bit so he can shift his head more easily, but instead threads her fingers into his mane again. ]
I think it would-- help. To know you better.
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[Maybe that's a little too honest, but sex was something he used rather than something he did. He rocks into her hand gently, curiously almost, blinking slowly at what was happening here what.
His head rolls in her grip at an unnatural angle, stopped by her hand, as he twitches. A spasm in all his coils. The mara doesn't like someone else holding him open.]
Wait. Ah- -wait.
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[ But the spasm-- the reaction-- makes her freeze, and she obediently waits, drawing back just a little. ]
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It is already good like this. [But he's not pulling away.] But perhaps I can be convinced...
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... Is it truly so dire that you need to be convinced to let me touch you?
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Do what you want.
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She's still, for a while, just letting him settle and feeling the way he coils about her, before she shifts her hand again, rubbing her thumb along the slit of his vent before pressing her fingers (or. hand.) in again. More deeply, this time-- she does remember that there's quite some space in there, to fit both of those cocks. ]
Re: Night 22/ early morning 23
Nngh. [You know what, he's going to duck behind her back to hide his face how about that.] I'm not fragile.
Re: Night 22/ early morning 23
[ She smooths her hand over his head as he moves it, before taking that hand back to curl around the coil of his body-- for support, as she presses her arm in. That noise is nice, the warmth of his body is nice, the grip of the muscle... She takes her time, pressing the curled knuckles lazily into the flesh, mostly just exploring him with her touch, feeling up along the length of his dicks hidden within him, carefully guiding him out (or partially so, anyway). She did this before too, sure, but she's a bit less lust-addled this time, her touches less aimless, the movement of her arm a little bit more purposeful, experimental thrusts.
She does slow again though, once the tips of him as actually in view. Mostly because she's doing some pretty intense girl math right now and fighting with the mortification of do you seriously really want to do that in her mind before she pulls her hand back. And carefully, gently, leans down to put her lips over him. ]
Re: Night 22/ early morning 23
Gghk. [This is probably the most undignified noise she's heard from him so far, and he's thrown literal tantrums in her ship's cockpit.
He tastes like what deep sea smells like, and his coils curl around her further as his head basically flops somewhere at her hip.] V-Valencia.
Re: Night 22/ early morning 23
Brine is not actually that pleasant a taste, all things considered, but it isn't strange or alarming-- and she's used to the smell, if nothing else, from Dan Feng as it is. She's slow and cautious about it, though, just rubbing the flat of her tongue along the flat tip of his cock, pulling back with a gentle suck as he says her name.
The keeps her hand within his vent, though, just gently massaging the hidden base of him with her fingers. ]
-- Was that bad?
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