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[See, Dan Feng's easy, but he's especially weak to people submitting to him.]
Good girl.
[He then slides his hands under her thighs and yanks her down, holding her in place, as he fucks his tongue into her cunt. It's definitely longer than a human's, prehensile and muscular like his tail, and like this, all traces of his shame are gone, as he falls further into her scent and how hot she is inside.
He pulls out after a few moments of this, then, lower half of his face slick with both of them. A mischievous slide of tongue over her folds, ending with a broad stroke over her clit, starting an enthusiastic, steady rhythm, looking up at her as he watches her face.]
Good girl.
[He then slides his hands under her thighs and yanks her down, holding her in place, as he fucks his tongue into her cunt. It's definitely longer than a human's, prehensile and muscular like his tail, and like this, all traces of his shame are gone, as he falls further into her scent and how hot she is inside.
He pulls out after a few moments of this, then, lower half of his face slick with both of them. A mischievous slide of tongue over her folds, ending with a broad stroke over her clit, starting an enthusiastic, steady rhythm, looking up at her as he watches her face.]
Imbibitor Lunae: if yuo do some things enough times you are bound to get good at it after 75 years at least
[long lifer things...]
Imbibitor Lunae: so do not worry. you will get there. i m very good at motivating people
Imbibitor Lunae: it is idiottic for you to be around me as yuo know what kind of person ii am
Imbibitor Lunae: hmm i thiink i am being. followed. hunted by soemthing . stay indoors. if yuou see dan heng outside yell at him to go back inside
Imbibitor Lunae: be safe. i want to be the only one who hurts yuo
[long lifer things...]
Imbibitor Lunae: so do not worry. you will get there. i m very good at motivating people
Imbibitor Lunae: it is idiottic for you to be around me as yuo know what kind of person ii am
Imbibitor Lunae: hmm i thiink i am being. followed. hunted by soemthing . stay indoors. if yuou see dan heng outside yell at him to go back inside
Imbibitor Lunae: be safe. i want to be the only one who hurts yuo
Valencia: I'm a short-lifer, remember.
Valencia: In any case I'll do my best. You be safe as well.
Valencia: In any case I'll do my best. You be safe as well.
[ get you a girl who can switch, baby!!!
For all that his tongue feels great (more than great, frankly), it really seems to be the praise that does... Something More, her expression twisting a little into something simultaneously embarrassed to all hell and desperately horny. She bucks up against his mouth as his tongue fucks into her in an unconscious movement, her grip on his hair briefly tightening as she's yanked down against his mouth; she releases him quickly enough because covering her face with her arms to muffle her sharp cry of pleasure is a higher priority at this moment.
It's a little like Phel's tentacles, isn't it? Thinner-- no suction cups, obviously-- but still dextrous in a way that makes her arch up towards him, press him deeper, feel the length of him as she squeezes down, coils that pleasure even hotter, tighter. She whimpers when he pulls out-- a noise that trails into a shaky moan muffled into her arm as his focus shifts, her thighs trembling under his grip like she's doing her very best to hold on.
But, well. Not good enough, because it truly only takes a few moments or so of that sustained pressure for her control to collapse entirely inward with her orgasm. She bites her lip with a high, sharp noise as her thighs grip the side of his face, yanking one of his myriad soft things down to cover hers in some effort to mask that embarrassment (as if she wasn't entirely blotchy red down to her chest).
Though not quite as obvious as his, if Dan Feng's paying attention he can absolutely see the way her Mouth seems to "bite" nothing, tongue licking its teeth. ]
For all that his tongue feels great (more than great, frankly), it really seems to be the praise that does... Something More, her expression twisting a little into something simultaneously embarrassed to all hell and desperately horny. She bucks up against his mouth as his tongue fucks into her in an unconscious movement, her grip on his hair briefly tightening as she's yanked down against his mouth; she releases him quickly enough because covering her face with her arms to muffle her sharp cry of pleasure is a higher priority at this moment.
It's a little like Phel's tentacles, isn't it? Thinner-- no suction cups, obviously-- but still dextrous in a way that makes her arch up towards him, press him deeper, feel the length of him as she squeezes down, coils that pleasure even hotter, tighter. She whimpers when he pulls out-- a noise that trails into a shaky moan muffled into her arm as his focus shifts, her thighs trembling under his grip like she's doing her very best to hold on.
But, well. Not good enough, because it truly only takes a few moments or so of that sustained pressure for her control to collapse entirely inward with her orgasm. She bites her lip with a high, sharp noise as her thighs grip the side of his face, yanking one of his myriad soft things down to cover hers in some effort to mask that embarrassment (as if she wasn't entirely blotchy red down to her chest).
Though not quite as obvious as his, if Dan Feng's paying attention he can absolutely see the way her Mouth seems to "bite" nothing, tongue licking its teeth. ]
[pretty chill with being thrown - and honestly when Dan Feng's hand is between his legs, it's already pretty obvious that he's half-hard already. despite the fact that he can't match vidyadhara strength and doesn't really have the leverage, he is going to try to push back against Dan Feng anyway, trying to roll them both over.]
[He lets Ren do as he pleases, and his back hits the mattress; Dan Feng stills, eyes huge and wet and startled. He'd dreamt of this even as Yingxing's hair started graying, but to be bracketed and covered by Ren's sheer bulk in reality makes him feel - ]
I - [He tries for bravado, but his hands tremble violently when he reaches up to cup Ren's face.] You're really here.
I - [He tries for bravado, but his hands tremble violently when he reaches up to cup Ren's face.] You're really here.
[leans over him, long black hair falling to curtain them both. he can feel those slender, strong, familiar hands cupping his face and he reaches for one, fingers digging in tightly because he will leave marks.] I am.
[and he intends to leave so many marks all over Dan Feng's white jade skin. all of the marks. but for now, he leans down, mouth against his slender neck, and bites down hard enough to draw blood.]
[and he intends to leave so many marks all over Dan Feng's white jade skin. all of the marks. but for now, he leans down, mouth against his slender neck, and bites down hard enough to draw blood.]
[As a consequence of being the Plagues Author's Emanator, Dan Feng's inhuman perfection had been elevated and frozen in time: he'd been less of a living thing and more of a doll, unable to acquire any sort of scar or sign of time passing, no matter how hard he tried.
It was here he'd managed to get his first lasting mark in centuries. With Ren ever so gallant with his violence, Dan Feng wants more. He throws his head back and moans, arousal jolting up his spine as he feels Ren's blunt teeth break skin.]
More. [He fists a hand in Ren's hair, scrapes nails against his scalp to keep him against his skin.] If you tried hard enough, maybe you could rip my throat out--
It was here he'd managed to get his first lasting mark in centuries. With Ren ever so gallant with his violence, Dan Feng wants more. He throws his head back and moans, arousal jolting up his spine as he feels Ren's blunt teeth break skin.]
More. [He fists a hand in Ren's hair, scrapes nails against his scalp to keep him against his skin.] If you tried hard enough, maybe you could rip my throat out--
Maybe if you beg prettily enough, I'll consider it. [murmured, like a promise, against Dan Feng's skin. bites a little harder, if only tantalizingly so, another promise with his teeth.
with his other hand - the one not digging into Dan Feng's hand - he reaches between the other man's legs, feather-light between his thighs. he's just out here being an asshole today.]
with his other hand - the one not digging into Dan Feng's hand - he reaches between the other man's legs, feather-light between his thighs. he's just out here being an asshole today.]
[from here]
[He goes down easily, and he's already reaching out to wrap his arms around her waist, trying to wrangle her that she's bracketing his hips with her knees with as little space between them as possible.]
That's - [There's a mouth wet on her neck, fangs scraping against the artery, breath hot against her skin.] - very forward - of you? You feel so good under my hands? I want to knead you but you're the cat here?
[He goes down easily, and he's already reaching out to wrap his arms around her waist, trying to wrangle her that she's bracketing his hips with her knees with as little space between them as possible.]
That's - [There's a mouth wet on her neck, fangs scraping against the artery, breath hot against her skin.] - very forward - of you? You feel so good under my hands? I want to knead you but you're the cat here?
Edited 2024-04-24 12:54 (UTC)
You didn't-- weren't getting it, so--
[ Her tail bristles all up, bottle-brush, with alarm at the feeling of his fangs against her neck-- but she's so overwhelmed with something that she can't even focus on the potential danger. It's exciting, that instinctive fear, and the urge to grab him by the throat and pin him down is strong... but not quite as strong as pressing flat against him and rocking against him for some, any, stimulation.
She wants to put her mouth somewhere. She wants to bite, or-- no, that wouldn't be nice. His head it there, so she breathes soft against his ear, gently kissing up along to its pointed tip before gently pinching it between her teeth. ]
[ Her tail bristles all up, bottle-brush, with alarm at the feeling of his fangs against her neck-- but she's so overwhelmed with something that she can't even focus on the potential danger. It's exciting, that instinctive fear, and the urge to grab him by the throat and pin him down is strong... but not quite as strong as pressing flat against him and rocking against him for some, any, stimulation.
She wants to put her mouth somewhere. She wants to bite, or-- no, that wouldn't be nice. His head it there, so she breathes soft against his ear, gently kissing up along to its pointed tip before gently pinching it between her teeth. ]
[Dan Feng makes a high, almost wounded sound, muffled into her collarbone, and this time his pants aren't tight enough to prevent her from feeling how fast he's getting hard.]
H-harder. [His hands are frantically grasping at the hem of her top, trying to ruck it upwards, skimming over her ribs and chest.] Make it hurt- Why do you smell so nice? What is that?
H-harder. [His hands are frantically grasping at the hem of her top, trying to ruck it upwards, skimming over her ribs and chest.] Make it hurt- Why do you smell so nice? What is that?
[ She has no idea what he's talking about, so she just makes a small noise in response, noncommittal; she's dressed but frankly still wearing depression clothes so it's easy enough to ruck up her shirt and bra and feel her skin; there are buds of vines here, soft and pliable when he feels over them, feeding and growing on her excitement. The flowers that have taken up residence in her hair are, too, beginning to unfurl and bloom.
She hears his request and-- ignores it, yes, because "making it hurt" is not a priority for her during sex. She does give him a sharp little nip, if nothing else, but her focus changes again once he manages to push her shirt up enough to expose her breasts to the air. She shivers, threads her fingers through his hair, pulls back enough to look at him and--
Oh, perfect. She leans up; the action has the dual purpose of getting his face into her chest and helping her reach his horn. She can feel his cocks hardening below her (for once; that was interesting) but she needed something in her mouth now and she only had so much patience for the moment. She kisses his hair, then up, gliding the tip of her tongue up along the blueish extension. ]
She hears his request and-- ignores it, yes, because "making it hurt" is not a priority for her during sex. She does give him a sharp little nip, if nothing else, but her focus changes again once he manages to push her shirt up enough to expose her breasts to the air. She shivers, threads her fingers through his hair, pulls back enough to look at him and--
Oh, perfect. She leans up; the action has the dual purpose of getting his face into her chest and helping her reach his horn. She can feel his cocks hardening below her (for once; that was interesting) but she needed something in her mouth now and she only had so much patience for the moment. She kisses his hair, then up, gliding the tip of her tongue up along the blueish extension. ]
[Dan Feng is having all sorts of conflicted emotions here: first, holy shit, tits, his favorite, second, oh there's plants in there, and that reminds him of mara, pushing branches and leaves and horror out of skin and muscle and she is so warm and Dan Feng wants to sink in her and then he lets out a true, frightened whimper at her tongue, pushing at Valencia's shoulders, canting his head out of her reach.]
W-wait--
[His eyes are glossy with tears. The sensation was so drastically foreign and so much; it was like someone touching his broken one, but good, and Dan Feng did not know what to do with that.
W-wait--
[His eyes are glossy with tears. The sensation was so drastically foreign and so much; it was like someone touching his broken one, but good, and Dan Feng did not know what to do with that.
[ Oh
That's alarming enough that it cuts through the fog of want, looking at him with surprise.
... her fingers gently curl into his hair, secure. ]
... No?
That's alarming enough that it cuts through the fog of want, looking at him with surprise.
... her fingers gently curl into his hair, secure. ]
... No?
I-
[The hands on her shoulders are trembling finely, but he still leans into her touch. He doesn't know how to tell her this will cross a line of vulnerability that he's not sure he wants her to see and have her think less of him.]
Like - like you said, earlier. I do not do this. M-my horns. [He bows his head slightly. Maybe he now understands, a little bit, of what she was talking about.] With everyone. But with you, I - [He squirms. It doesn't help.] - it's. I will be in your care.
[The hands on her shoulders are trembling finely, but he still leans into her touch. He doesn't know how to tell her this will cross a line of vulnerability that he's not sure he wants her to see and have her think less of him.]
Like - like you said, earlier. I do not do this. M-my horns. [He bows his head slightly. Maybe he now understands, a little bit, of what she was talking about.] With everyone. But with you, I - [He squirms. It doesn't help.] - it's. I will be in your care.
[ ... Oh, really cute. She wishes she could have had time to reduce Aphelios to this. No, think about the now, the now.
Her tail does curl, pleased, at his acquiescence, and she shifts one hand back to cover his on his shoulder and give his arm a reassuring stroke. The other hand, more carefully, slides through his hair. Cups his cheek, strokes up along his ear and temple, her thumb smoothing feather-light against the base of his horn like she did the first time they'd done this. The self-control involved right now in keeping herself from just lurching back in is frankly phenomenal; she fights the temptation by rocking, hot and meaningful, down against his bulge. ]
... Thank you. I really, really want to make you feel good.
[ And then she shifts forward again to press her lips to his horn. Much more carefully this time, her tongue light over the surface of it only in that one place. ]
Her tail does curl, pleased, at his acquiescence, and she shifts one hand back to cover his on his shoulder and give his arm a reassuring stroke. The other hand, more carefully, slides through his hair. Cups his cheek, strokes up along his ear and temple, her thumb smoothing feather-light against the base of his horn like she did the first time they'd done this. The self-control involved right now in keeping herself from just lurching back in is frankly phenomenal; she fights the temptation by rocking, hot and meaningful, down against his bulge. ]
... Thank you. I really, really want to make you feel good.
[ And then she shifts forward again to press her lips to his horn. Much more carefully this time, her tongue light over the surface of it only in that one place. ]
[Even when he's expecting it, it's still like a bolt of lightning going directly down between his legs. Dan Feng's mouth mindlessly finds one of her nipples, his hand warm on the round of her breast as he laves attention to the peak of it.]
More. [How he manages to sound petulant when panting, the world will never know.]
More. [How he manages to sound petulant when panting, the world will never know.]
[ Yaaaay she makes a shivery little noise as he does that, eagerly arching towards the warmth of his mouth, the noise a soft reverberation against the horn.
He asked for more though, so she easily gives: her palm cradles the back of his head while her lips travel upwards along the length of it, leaving small, wet kisses in their wake. And once she reaches the curved tip she tilts her head down again to repeat the motion from earlier, running the tip of her tongue up along the whole of it.
He'll get maybe a minute to adjust to that before she just wraps her lips around what she can of it wholesale, though. Good luck buddy! ]
He asked for more though, so she easily gives: her palm cradles the back of his head while her lips travel upwards along the length of it, leaving small, wet kisses in their wake. And once she reaches the curved tip she tilts her head down again to repeat the motion from earlier, running the tip of her tongue up along the whole of it.
He'll get maybe a minute to adjust to that before she just wraps her lips around what she can of it wholesale, though. Good luck buddy! ]
Edited (words hard) 2024-04-25 14:16 (UTC)
Bailu: I heard there was a game
Bailu: I wanted to check in with you.
Bailu: I wanted to check in with you.
Edited 2024-04-25 13:35 (UTC)
Bailu: Death doesn't usually have a cure.
Bailu: But in a place like this, where it seems impermanent?
Bailu: I don't have a cure, but my recommended treatment after is to surround yourself with loved ones and your favourite foods.
Bailu: But in a place like this, where it seems impermanent?
Bailu: I don't have a cure, but my recommended treatment after is to surround yourself with loved ones and your favourite foods.
[A minute is not enough to adjust to that. His horns are just - translucent, slightly warm keratin, why is it so - what is she doing -
The moan he stifles into the valley of her breasts is absolutely pornographic, and all of a sudden, he goes boneless under her, hands digging bruises into her hips. The scent of sea brine winds thick into the air.]
V-Val-- Valencia-?!
[Anyway yeah so that one single thing just made him come, clenching violently around nothing, and his cocks are now straining painfully against the apex of her legs.]
The moan he stifles into the valley of her breasts is absolutely pornographic, and all of a sudden, he goes boneless under her, hands digging bruises into her hips. The scent of sea brine winds thick into the air.]
V-Val-- Valencia-?!
[Anyway yeah so that one single thing just made him come, clenching violently around nothing, and his cocks are now straining painfully against the apex of her legs.]
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