[ But she tries to hide the blush rushing to her face on top of the heat in the kiss, sinking against him- until they have to regretfully part, and she blinks before sighing. ]
Sometimes I think you'll find any excuse to undress me.
[ She's already in the least amount of clothes she owns!! The miqo'te separates, just without the leather supports. She does move to carefully remove the stockings that she wore when her feet felt cold, though. ]
... Vastella is going to be so angry with me. And you for that matter.
My woman is a beautiful creature, why would I not want to see all of her when we spend time together?
[Unfortunately he sounds really sincere about that, less of a flirt and more of an actual question. He digresses, though, batting her hands away so he can remove them.]
I am not under their jurisdiction. [He mutters, Absolutely Not Worried. (Spoilers: he is very worried, he doesn't know how they manage make him feel bad for doing stupid shit, but it's awful.)] I do not regret offering. Sett is [Pause.] Not that annoying.
[ She appreciates the aesthetic appreciation- feeling a pleased flush run through her at the praise, and nudges him lightly, even if her tail is moving excitedly. ]
"Your" woman, is it. Then mine gorgeous man ought to give me the same delight.
[ He is so worried, though, and she gently tugs him back further onto the bed, sliding her hands under his top to feel across his skin there so she can cool herself some more, and sets her face against his shoulder. ]
I don't regret it either. He's precious to me. Been finding that I won't lay with someone I don't feel that way for, if I don't have to.
[ She doesn't have to do missions here that require it. ]
But I hate making Vastella sad... be sure to give them the best cuts of meat you have, too. Preferably not from your own body.
[ JOKING. She'll kiss along his jawline with a purr for it! ]
I do not think they would appreciate any more cannibalism, recreational or not.
[She's healed him enough so he doesn't really bleed through his bandages on her sheets, but he's still clumsy as he tries to remove his shirt, knowing that he runs several degrees cooler than what short-lifers determine to be normal.]
You should not do things you do not want to. [Become ungovernable like Dan Feng. There's several more attempts to get the hem of his shirt to cooperate. He huffs.] Take this off me.
She'll shift and carefully help him off with his top, before moving and looking over at his tail, then reaching for her dressings. ]
Hold still while I re-do your dressings first.
[ Healers just don't quit. But she will lean in to kiss the side of his neck, and give his ear a nip, before moving to take his tail over her lap. ]
... I've no concern with you having other lovers... not that 'tis a surprise. But know that I'd come to you first, before any others. 'tis important to make that clear to one's partners.
[ Beginning to wrap him up properly and securely. ]
There are others among mine company, and who I care for dearly. But you are the only one I've... said I've loved back, this way. Just so you know.
[He stays silent for a long moment, digesting this confession, all the way until she's nearly finished with his tail.]
It is very novel to me, to find that I do not love Jing Yuan any less - that I would never love him any less - to have affections for others.
I did not understand, until one day, I woke up, and you were the first one I thought of, because I wanted to tell you about what inane thing I had dreamt, and to see what you thought about it. A part of me shared with you, and so I hoped, that you would share more of yourself with me...
[His ears are red. He squirms a little at the vulnerability.] It is not something I would afford so easily. [What he wants to say is, she's special to him too, but he's allergic to saying it out loud, so this is the best she's going to get outside of murder attempts when his mara acts up.]
Aye, 'tis the way we've always known- miqo'te, that is. To love one is precious... but to love many, equally, with respect and without reducing anyone else's feelings... 'tis a blessing.
[ That confession is sweet, and she feels her heart race, picking up on what he's saying but also not wanting to assume.
She's been left behind so easily every time she's wanted, after all. The bandages are securely fastened, and she carefully moves his tail back before shifting and moving back to wrap her arms around him sideways, head under his. ]
'tis a bit frightening, in truth. All of this. But full glad am I to have it. Suppose such feelings are always frightening, aren't they?
[ And Dan Feng is... definitely that. ]
But I am here. Whatever happens, I am here. You're mine now, too. Know that any hurt you give yourself is hurt on me, too. And I will make you regret it next time.
[ Pretend-scold! She does smile wryly, cheek against his shoulder. ]
... can't keep calling you "Shushu" as mine younger self did, I suppose. Back to being mine little treasure of a menace, then...
[ extremely cute of him. being demanding goes both ways
she jolts when he slams the door open from where she's sitting on the edge of his bed-- then huffs, relaxing. ]
You could be a little calmer? If you break the door I'm not going to be the one to fix it.
[ And it's probably immediately noticeable why she called him in; her cat ears and tail have gone, replaced by black keratin horns curving back over her hair, and a red-scaled tail curled over the bed beside her, about the length of her legs. ]
[Dan Feng immediately malfunctions while he's standing in the doorway, standing stock still like he's trying to comprehend what he's looking at. One can almost see the braincells overheat.]
Uh? [He says, intelligently, one hand still on the doorknob.]
[He closes the door and locks it behind him without taking his eyes off her.
It's another dragon, in his nest, but it's also Valencia, who is also in his nest, and his get this dragon/enemy/other creature/intruder out of my space instinct is going haywire. He wants to do something but he's not sure what. His fangs start to ache, and his claws extend, and he pads soundlessly up to the bed, up to her, eyes dilated so broadly there's practically nothing of the azure left.]
You should leave. [Distantly he's aware of how he's already reaching out to haul her up higher into the bed, off the edge, trying to push her down, trying to cage her against the sheets--] Valencia.
[ Oh, he likes it way too much. She's keenly aware of the strangely predatory nature of his approach, but chooses to let him handle her anyway; unfortunately there's not much in the way of making herself look more submissive like with the cat or wolf ears and tail.
Instead, she stretches out against the sheets, watching him, her palms smoothing over his upper arms to his shoulders. ]
[He's saying her name oddly, going for reproachful but ending up a little bit drunk, mouth working like he's trying very, very hard not to bite her.]
You must. I cannot control myself like this. [With Dan Feng it's always a toss-up of which way he could not, but judging from the way he braces himself with an elbow beside her head, just so he can cradle her face and pet at her temples, he probably does not mean in the violent, stabby way.] What happened? Are you all right?
[ She smiles, her heart rate picking up-- but it's nervous excitement more than fear, seeing him at the edge of control and knowing she's the reason. She's seen him needy before but this was different-- is this how he was with Dan Heng? It's it truly just because she looks like a dragon, or did she call him while he was affected by something else...?
She chooses to believe the former when he touches her, leaning into his hand with her eyes half-lidded as her own delicately settle at the base of his neck, one thumb stroking his pulse point. Her horns aren't particularly large and don't seem all that sensitive when he brushes against them, but her tail, with some effort, curls over Dan Feng's thigh.
The color is high in her face when she speaks again, skin hot. ]
-- I'm fine, it's temporary... I knew you would like it, but this exceeded my expectations?
You call me into my own nest and lie in it like an offering. Your appearance tells me we are biologically compatible and it is taking all of my self-control not to fuck you stupid into the mattress.
[Yes he is that down bad that he's immediately skipped the 'I cannot say hanky panky without shriveling like a raisin' phase.]
She goes entirely bright red, from ears to what's visible of her neck, and-- it does give her pause. The intensity of his stare, his voice-- it isn't exactly helping cool off that desire, not really, but she is trying to think about it logically.
-- He says he can't be gentle, but she wouldn't exactly call him gentle while fucking her to begin with. Before, yes, and after, but during? How violent, exactly, is he talking? Is that normal for dragons? She can't remember ever seeing Jing Yuan or Dan Heng terribly injured after the nights he'd been missing from Gluttony and almost certainly spent with them, but how much more resilient were they in the face of that sort of treatment compared to her to begin with?
There's a long pause, before both of her hands shift up to cup his jaw, rubbing her thumbs delicately over his cheeks. ]
I think-- there's much that I can handle, and seeing you so excited is--
[ a brief fluster; she's trying to speak quickly, knowing his control is a bit tenuous. ]
-- It makes me want you, too. Badly. If you think you'll truly hurt me then I'll... go, as you wish, but-- but I do trust you.
[He leans into her touch, eyes closed, and he makes - a sound. A low, inhuman trill that he's never made in her presence before, and he turns his head to catch one of her hands, so he can mouth at her wrist, suckle a bruise into her pulse.]
You can take it. You will take it. [Rumbled.] Take responsibility.
[ Cute noise??? She has to fight a bit of a smile at that, and she lets him mark up her wrist, her tail coiling some around his thigh to urge him closer over her. She's blushing fiercely at his words, but-- well. She can probably take it. Right? Right. Okay. Yeah, she can. If she can handle Sett she can handle just about anything. ]
-- It's your fault I'm like this?
[ She sinks her free hand into his hair, behind his ear, and finally tugs him back up to her face to pull him into a kiss. ]
[Perhaps Valencia will look back at this very moment hours later when she tries to walk and can't because of one (1) very enthusiastic dragon and realize ah I made a mistake, but for now:
Dan Feng kisses her like a storm. There is no buildup, or slow, sweet drugging kisses. He kisses her like how he intends to fuck her, desperately hungry. He's already rucking up her shirt without so much as a by-your-leave, his claws in danger of tearing the fabric.]
[ -- oh, goodness. She gasps into his mouth, her cheeks hot but lips easily parting for him. It sends a sharp jolt of arousal through her-- and fortunately when he pauses to command her she at least seems in agreement.
She lets go of him to pull off her shirt and bra in the same motion over her head, tossing them to the floor. And after a very brief thoughtful pause she does the same for her pants, hastily kicking them off of her legs.
And-- as she does this, a bit breathless, ]
-- Dan Feng, how do your females-- I mean, how do I make this good for you...?
[Good, she has initiative, because Dan Feng would not have had the patience to deal with her pants. He gets distracted for a moment by the fall of her breasts - hnng - before he sheds his clothes too, immediately naked. He goes back in to put a hand on one of her horns, thumbing the material of it with an awed look on his face.]
You already are very good for me, Valencia. If you would indulge me - I want to hear you. [He smiles at her, one of his fangs catching at his lip. What a gift that she's given him. Dan Feng is so pleased that his ears bounce as he settles in between her ankles - and yanks her close, clean across the sheets, sending pillows flying.] Mark me as I mark you.
[ She ducks her head for him to feel, watching him through the fall of her hair even as she reaches up to gently trace the smattering of scales over his hips. Sadly, her horns don't seem very sensitive at all; but they are pleasing to touch, at least, smooth-ridged and almost warmer than her skin, almost acting like a heat sink.
The yank catches her by surprise though, and she gives a small yelp, her tail whipping sharply against his leg with alarm-- and with an eager look on her face, more excited and aroused by that then she would have thought. This fucking rules, actually? Being manhandled is great when you decide you want it in the first place? She watches him with wide eyes, intent, squirming down some to curl a leg around his hips and press herself a little closer... Noises certainly weren't going to be an issue, probably, but marking? ]
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