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
[ 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. ]