[ 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. ]
[He sounds less derisive and more breathlessly confused at how she can say it's bad when he's having trouble stringing words together. Some part of him finds it galling that an Emanator is being so easily taken in hand (metaphorically and literally) but another, more vocal part of him wants more.]
It's not fishing for compliments, it's making sure you're okay.
[ Sir. please. But he said to keep going so-- clearly he did like it. Maybe he was just... talking, because it felt good? She can't say she dislikes the feeling of hearing her name, when she does this.
She hesitates, for just a moment, before bowing her head over him again-- to shift her hand to let his cock escape some more, rubbing her thumb over the ridges, and pressing her lips to the wet tip. She takes it between her lips again after a moment, repeating the earlier motion; the curious-but-inexperienced rub of the flat of her tongue, the careful sucking as she pulls up, moving in a cautious bob.
She's quite aware he has too, though, so of course after a moment she'll shift to the other one; no sense in leaving it neglected. She keeps careful ear on his noises, the feel of his body surrounding her as well-- does he seem to like one thing over another? Does the suck get the better reaction, or her tongue? Maybe if she curls her fingers tighter around the shaft...? ]
[She'll find that what he likes is a rougher hand, the scrape of teeth - at least, in this form. He groans when she twists her wrist, and sooner rather than later he's curling around again, so he can look at what she's doing.]
You are incredible. [He pants, pure want and no malice at all. The coils slide hot over, between her legs...] I- do you think you can take either of me?
[ w. wait. she didn't expect actual praise. she looks up at him, completely flushed red-- she already WAS blushing, but this is a lot-- and finally pulls off of his cock with a gasp. (it's lucky the slight touch of teeth isn't an instant mood killer-- he's large enough that it's sometimes a bit unavoidable at an angle, and she's. doing her best. it's not the greatest.)
She slowly draws her hand from his vent, carefully coaxing his cocks out so she can give them an uncertain eye. Considers what she'd done with Linnea, and how that ended up. If she could take her then surely... Perhaps it's the objectives coursing hot through her, or maybe it's just the sudden desire making her eyes bigger than her pussy. Or maybe she actually can and she's just nervous, but what's new.
She considers quietly for a beat, her thighs squeezing just slightly together against the rubbing scales of his length. ]
[There's a pause. There's the fraught tension of want from a creature that was used to taking and never asking, Dan Feng looking at her like a piece of meat to be devoured.
And then he dips his head, leaning in to nose against the line of her jaw, into her hair. Inhaling- scenting her, the warm, wet of his tongue pressing against her pulse.]
We can go slowly. [He drifts back so he can look her in the eyes.] I want to savor you.
[ She stares at him, wide-eyed and flushed and confused because-- seriously. Who ARE you. Sure, back on the ship there'd been little flashes of kindness, here and there, brushed aside like crumbs, but this was certainly more genuinely forward than Dan Feng ever was.
(She wonders, distantly, if it's just a trick, and once he's in her he'll lose his mind the same way he did in the baths, blind and deaf to anything but desire and lust. Does she care, right now?)
She can only hold his gaze for a moment before she looks away, embarrassed, and reaches forward with both hands to curve under his jaw. It's affectionate, almost, the way she draws his face forward, so she can hide her own against his muzzle, and try to ignore the shudder of wanting that ripples through her and sets her wings into an unconscious little flutter. ]
[He rumbles a laugh, enjoying the look of confusion on her face, the way she's opening up to him, vulnerable-
Dan Feng nudges at her cheek- finally licking at her mouth. Gentle, but possessive. He could open his mouth and crush her skull and while that may be appealing any other day now he's more interested in being inside her in every way.]
[ ... Well. This is fine. This was the one thing they did last time that wasn't effectively coated in an overshadowing of mara. Her lips thin a bit, unconsciously keeping them together as he licks her. But it's fine, it's lovely-- a kiss has never steered her wrong, not so far. And it would be a terrible lie to say she didn't like it, even like this.
She exhales a bit, tilting her head to press her lips to his muzzle once he draws his tongue back and-- if he appeals to her again with another lick-- opening her mouth for him. ]
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Re: Night 22/ early morning 23
Do what you want.
Re: Night 22/ early morning 23
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?
Re: Night 22/ early morning 23
[He sounds less derisive and more breathlessly confused at how she can say it's bad when he's having trouble stringing words together. Some part of him finds it galling that an Emanator is being so easily taken in hand (metaphorically and literally) but another, more vocal part of him wants more.]
Keep going.
Re: Night 22/ early morning 23
[ Sir. please. But he said to keep going so-- clearly he did like it. Maybe he was just... talking, because it felt good? She can't say she dislikes the feeling of hearing her name, when she does this.
She hesitates, for just a moment, before bowing her head over him again-- to shift her hand to let his cock escape some more, rubbing her thumb over the ridges, and pressing her lips to the wet tip. She takes it between her lips again after a moment, repeating the earlier motion; the curious-but-inexperienced rub of the flat of her tongue, the careful sucking as she pulls up, moving in a cautious bob.
She's quite aware he has too, though, so of course after a moment she'll shift to the other one; no sense in leaving it neglected. She keeps careful ear on his noises, the feel of his body surrounding her as well-- does he seem to like one thing over another? Does the suck get the better reaction, or her tongue? Maybe if she curls her fingers tighter around the shaft...? ]
Re: Night 22/ early morning 23
You are incredible. [He pants, pure want and no malice at all. The coils slide hot over, between her legs...] I- do you think you can take either of me?
Re: Night 22/ early morning 23
She slowly draws her hand from his vent, carefully coaxing his cocks out so she can give them an uncertain eye. Considers what she'd done with Linnea, and how that ended up. If she could take her then surely... Perhaps it's the objectives coursing hot through her, or maybe it's just the sudden desire making her eyes bigger than her pussy. Or maybe she actually can and she's just nervous, but what's new.
She considers quietly for a beat, her thighs squeezing just slightly together against the rubbing scales of his length. ]
... I-- think I can. One, maybe.
Re: Night 22/ early morning 23
And then he dips his head, leaning in to nose against the line of her jaw, into her hair. Inhaling- scenting her, the warm, wet of his tongue pressing against her pulse.]
We can go slowly. [He drifts back so he can look her in the eyes.] I want to savor you.
Re: Night 22/ early morning 23
(She wonders, distantly, if it's just a trick, and once he's in her he'll lose his mind the same way he did in the baths, blind and deaf to anything but desire and lust. Does she care, right now?)
She can only hold his gaze for a moment before she looks away, embarrassed, and reaches forward with both hands to curve under his jaw. It's affectionate, almost, the way she draws his face forward, so she can hide her own against his muzzle, and try to ignore the shudder of wanting that ripples through her and sets her wings into an unconscious little flutter. ]
... I'd-- like to try that. I think.
Re: Night 22/ early morning 23
[He rumbles a laugh, enjoying the look of confusion on her face, the way she's opening up to him, vulnerable-
Dan Feng nudges at her cheek- finally licking at her mouth. Gentle, but possessive. He could open his mouth and crush her skull and while that may be appealing any other day now he's more interested in being inside her in every way.]
Let me taste you.
Re: Night 22/ early morning 23
She exhales a bit, tilting her head to press her lips to his muzzle once he draws his tongue back and-- if he appeals to her again with another lick-- opening her mouth for him. ]