[Dan Feng tosses his head to get rid of the hair sticking to his sweaty temples, and stares at her, looking more incredulous than he ever has before. The audacity?]
If you don't fuck me now I am not going to fuck you later.
[ Oh, that's a good look. He's really gorgeous, isn't he? She stares at him for what seems like minutes too long, her lips parted and exhaling a long, soft breath.
She leans down to kiss him, suddenly, as her fingers delve back in. She doesn't hesitate now, thrusting them back in-- he seemed to like that, to like it when she pressed up into that spot, dragged the pads of her fingers down over it on the outstroke. So she puts a little more force into it, firm and unrelenting, grinding the heel of her palm under the base of his cocks. ]
[He opens his lips to the kiss hungrily, but it doesn't take long for that to dissolve into breathless gasps of her name into her mouth. He curls a hand over her shoulders to keep her close, wanting her warmth and attention and all of it, and blunted fingernails scrape into the roots of her hair as he falls apart with a groan.]
Val-- [Dan Feng whines, slick wet down the insides of his thighs as he contracts tight around her. (Those dicks are not going down. Unfortunately.) The Mouth at the inside of his right thigh yawns open, quite suddenly, revealing a void of nothing - and then chomps down, as if eating something.]
[ She dutifully fucks him through that orgasm, her thighs squeezing tight around his leg as if that were enough friction for herself, relishing in the grip of his muscles. In this what it was like for Aphelios, for Sett? When her body clamped down vice tight around their generous motions? And oh, her name.
She whines soft into his mouth as well, peppering kisses there and over his jaw and his neck, her face hot with pleasure even with just this much.
She slows to a stop though, once the waves of orgasm have subsided, her fingers still buried deep in him and just gently, gently rocking against him. ]
[He squirms off her fingers for real this time, but he doesn't go far - he circles fingers around that wrist, so he can bring it to his mouth.
And clean himself off her fingers, long, hotwet swipes of his tongue, while he folds that thigh between her legs, pushing into the apex of them. When he finishes, he teeths a little on her pointer finger, before smiling, a little crooked.]
[ she looks only a little disappointed, that she couldn't do that herself; she rocks slowly down against his leg, blushing at the praise. Her eyes are a little hazy with need at this point, though, so when he releases her fingers from his mouth she draws them back to cup his jaw, to lean in and kiss him again and taste that slick on his tongue with a soft, low hum. ]
[This woman is full of surprises, he thinks, falling into her warm kisses for several long moments, and then he's slowly coaxing her on her side - thankfully her uninjured side is the opposite of his, so they can stay facing each other.]
Hm. Let me try something.
[He pets a hand down her flank, fingers teasing down her waistband. His tail folds long over the both of them, seeking, and twining around hers, warm with body heat.]
[ She's only slliiiightly resistant to that, going tense very briefly-- but the kisses, soft touches, the coaxing relax her enough that she goes relatively easily, relaxing down into that soft nest he's created.
She arches, just slightly, into his hand, makes a warm little noise of embarrassment at the feel of his tail, lifting her hips and, unlike him, using her hand to help ease her waistband down so much as she can. It takes a second for the words to register, though, blinking back up at his face. ]
[He smiles at her again. This time it's his normal, infuriatingly smug, asshole smile, and he pushes her just a little bit, on her back, his hair unbound and falling over them like a curtain.]
[ There's a loooong pause, staring at him, turning over that offer in her head. It's a bit (a lot) distracted because-- well. The smile is one thing, of course it's not as cute as his blush but it is familiar, but the way his hair falls, long and silky, is so pretty.
She reaches up, just a bit, to run her fingers through it, before remembering-- right. he asked a questionOH HE'S OFFERING TO EAT HER OUT.
She blinks owlishly at him for a second, steadily going red again. ]
Like I said. You can touch whatever you want, except for that [Points to the broken one,] horn.
[Dan Feng knows how beautiful he is; he's started several fights via honeypot. But there's something quite different about seeing someone he... doesn't... hate? isn't apathetic about? fascinated with him.
He dips his head to steal a kiss. And then to bite at her lower lip, hoping to nick and draw blood, before trailing kisses down her jaw, and suckling a bruise in the soft hollow of her throat.]
[ She knows it does, if he's willing to tell her enough to not touch it. She doesn't reach for his head just yet though, settling her hand instead against his shoulder-- she presses eagerly into the kiss but gives a sharp noise at the bite, jerking back, tonguing the droplet of blood off of the tiny wound.
It's not so much the pain that stirs that warmth up again between her legs as the attention, the way her instinctive danger alarms start ringing when his mouth presses near her neck. She's distracted again for that moment: she doesn't tilt her head back to bare her throat for him but she doesn't tuck her chin to prevent access either, her whole body shivering and goosebumps rising along her flesh at the feeling. After that she remembers oh, yeah, her pants are only half off before she shifts her legs to kick them off entirely.
[He makes an unamused growl at her moving (even if it was to take her pants off?? can he just not tear them off?? Useless???), and as soon as she stills he slots his legs between hers again.]
It's- [He visibly fights with himself for a moment.] Very sensitive. [He rests his cheek over the curve of one breast, looking up at her face, expecting derision.] Every touch to it for the past seven hundred years was to hurt. And it did. If you touch it I might hurt you on reflex.
[And since he can't abide by such vulnerability he's going to turn his face and nip at the nearest nipple, like it's Valencia's fault, thanks.]
[ Well congratulations she's very very very wet this is like. Barely contained by her panties. Probably more important than her arousal for him though is that without the fabric barrier he can feel that the space between her legs isn't just warm, it's almost hot against him.
The nip gets a sharp little hiss, pushing the pert thing up against his mouth in reflex. The expression he gets when he looks isn't derision, though-- it's earnest attention, even with the desire still clouding her gaze, her brows creased just slightly in sympathy.
Her thigh shifts up a bit, to graze against his cocks, and her hand finally slides into the hair atop his head, brushing her thumb along the base edge of his unbroken horn. Her expression, now, has softened. ]
... Do you know that I wouldn't ever touch it to hurt you, in bed with you? I don't want to hurt you at all, like this. I won't lie and say I wouldn't ever, if you tried to kill me, but here...
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Valencia, it does not matter what you intend. When you pick up a shard of broken glass every angle will cut you. It is for your own sake that I warn you this one time.
[His face is creased with confused arousal, but he cants his head into her touch anyway, breath hitching when her thumb touches the translucent keratin. She's warm under him and she is warming him with these stupid little things she's saying like Dan Feng's paranoia wouldn't ruin them.
He cups her other breast, firm, and takes a nipple into his mouth again, swirling his tongue around it (a punctuation) (a distraction) (she is very. hot. in all earthly aspects. she should stop talking because all this talk of gentleness makes Dan Feng lightheaded, unused to that kind of attention.)]
... Mm, I get it. I'm just letting you know. I'll do my best to avoid it regardless.
[ She obligingly runs the pad of her thumb feather-light over his horn when he leans into her touch, a smile on her lips and a warm hum in her throat that he can probably feel through her sternum.
Her breath hitches when he puts his mouth over her breast, though, squeezing her thighs lightly around his as she arches up into it. Her fingers curl in his hair instead, encouraging, and she gives a a shivery little laugh once she catches a breath again. ]
You're-- oddly docile. You're really cute like this. It's it because you're enjoying it?
[He's not answering that. He's not answering it, but the way he sort-of hides his face behind a tit gives him away. Dan Feng is extremely touchy like this: where his lips aren't pressed against her skin, his fingers are mapping her freckles out, spaced out as they are.
The kisses trail down her stomach - and then he pillows his head on the jut of a hip, trailing a now-sharp nail up the outside curve of her thigh.]
[ She laughs-- and again when his lips press against her stomach, squirming a bit ticklishly under it. Her tail twitches-- tries to, wrapped up in his-- and her ears are upright with attention as she watches him move down, pleased by his apparent, if brief, bashfulness. It's cute? It's really cute. She's actually a little alarmed how much she's enjoying seeing him like this buuuut also. Also. What if he was like this more. The touches, the attention, all of it-- it's fine to indulge, isn't it? God, she wants.
The fur on her tail poofs out a bit when his nail grazes sharply against her skin, goosebumps raising over the rest of her, and she. Makes a small, embarrassed noise, turning her head to hide her face. ]
[He presses a smile that turns into fang at the crease of her hip and thigh.]
Just being observant.
[He lolls his head heavy against the inside of her thigh, and then taps on her hip, his tail uncurling from hers to wrap around one of her knees, possessive.]
Valencia. [Dan Feng murmurs.] Look at me.
[Because when she looks, he's going to start pulling her panties down. With his teeth.]
[ She arches a little into that feeling, the pressure of him against the inside of her thigh making her instinctively spread her legs for him. Freed, her tail curls up a little against his neck-- almost like it's trying to tuck shyly between her legs but waylaid by his body in the way.
She obediently turns her head a little to look back, though, peering through her hair at him. And holy shit, dude. She watches, the color high in her face and her eyes wide and awed, shivering as she's exposed to the air as his movement drags her fingers from his hair.
maybe. maybe. she is starting to understand POV porn a little. ]
a) literally bites a hole into her panties and tears it off one thigh b) bites a kiss first directly over where her femoral artery is closest to the skin, in the crease of her thigh, and c) starts dragging those kisses down the inside of her thighs, just short of anywhere close where she'd want them.]
[ SHE CAN'T EVEN BE MAD. IT'S REALLY HOT IS THE THING. she can maybe be offended later but she can also bully him into fetching her new undies from foodland, probably. maybe.
The bite (kiss) gets a different reaction entirely-- she gasps, goes stiff under him, her tail bristling a little. Maybe fortunately for him, the red mark quickly blooms on her skin under his mouth, sure to bruise. She watches him in rapt attention though, as his mouth trails its slow way down, face still dark with color and breath caught in her throat, her ears perked upright and shivering with interest (her whole body is, actually). Down there, her unnatural warmth is concentrated into a heat he can easily feel on his skin that close, and... without further action, she unconsciously rolls her hips down towards him, encouraging. Or more like hopeful. ]
[She's like a furnace, and Dan Feng just barely restrains himself, because he's a petty little fucker and the need to get back at her is greater than how horny he is (thanks for the orgasm).
So, now: he presses a kiss just above her clit, the ghost of slick muscle over the sensitive nub, and he parts her lower lips with his tongue, slowly opening her up like he has all the time in the world. She'll be able to see the way his eyes crinkle up at her - he knows how annoying on purpose he's being.]
[ Val makes a face at him-- an attempt at a scowl, disrupted entirely by the redness of her cheeks and she way she arches beneath him. But-- he's at least touching her, which is leagues better than not touching her, and she relaxes back against the blankets with a soft sigh.
She shivers as that smooth tongue brushes over her, just enough to entice, her head laid back but tilted so she can still watch him. It's not as rough as Sett's-- or as wide-- but she's a little surprised by the... strength? of it? As it pushes between her lips. She barely manages to hold back a louder groan than intended, her ears pressed flat with embarrassment at the look he's giving her.
... So she reaches down, carefully, to brush her fingers down along the curve of his horn and into his hair a bit. Her voice is a little strained. ]
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and she pulls out her curled fingers in a slow, slow, drag with an incredibly self-satisfied smile. ]
Well, if you're not enjoying it, maybe I should just stop...
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If you don't fuck me now I am not going to fuck you later.
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She leans down to kiss him, suddenly, as her fingers delve back in. She doesn't hesitate now, thrusting them back in-- he seemed to like that, to like it when she pressed up into that spot, dragged the pads of her fingers down over it on the outstroke. So she puts a little more force into it, firm and unrelenting, grinding the heel of her palm under the base of his cocks. ]
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Val-- [Dan Feng whines, slick wet down the insides of his thighs as he contracts tight around her. (Those dicks are not going down. Unfortunately.) The Mouth at the inside of his right thigh yawns open, quite suddenly, revealing a void of nothing - and then chomps down, as if eating something.]
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She whines soft into his mouth as well, peppering kisses there and over his jaw and his neck, her face hot with pleasure even with just this much.
She slows to a stop though, once the waves of orgasm have subsided, her fingers still buried deep in him and just gently, gently rocking against him. ]
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[He squirms off her fingers for real this time, but he doesn't go far - he circles fingers around that wrist, so he can bring it to his mouth.
And clean himself off her fingers, long, hotwet swipes of his tongue, while he folds that thigh between her legs, pushing into the apex of them. When he finishes, he teeths a little on her pointer finger, before smiling, a little crooked.]
Not bad.
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Hm. Let me try something.
[He pets a hand down her flank, fingers teasing down her waistband. His tail folds long over the both of them, seeking, and twining around hers, warm with body heat.]
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She arches, just slightly, into his hand, makes a warm little noise of embarrassment at the feel of his tail, lifting her hips and, unlike him, using her hand to help ease her waistband down so much as she can. It takes a second for the words to register, though, blinking back up at his face. ]
... "Try something"?
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Do you want to know how long my tongue is?
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She reaches up, just a bit, to run her fingers through it, before remembering-- right. he asked a questionOH HE'S OFFERING TO EAT HER OUT.
She blinks owlishly at him for a second, steadily going red again. ]
-- Yes.
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[Dan Feng knows how beautiful he is; he's started several fights via honeypot. But there's something quite different about seeing someone he... doesn't... hate? isn't apathetic about? fascinated with him.
He dips his head to steal a kiss. And then to bite at her lower lip, hoping to nick and draw blood, before trailing kisses down her jaw, and suckling a bruise in the soft hollow of her throat.]
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[ She knows it does, if he's willing to tell her enough to not touch it. She doesn't reach for his head just yet though, settling her hand instead against his shoulder-- she presses eagerly into the kiss but gives a sharp noise at the bite, jerking back, tonguing the droplet of blood off of the tiny wound.
It's not so much the pain that stirs that warmth up again between her legs as the attention, the way her instinctive danger alarms start ringing when his mouth presses near her neck. She's distracted again for that moment: she doesn't tilt her head back to bare her throat for him but she doesn't tuck her chin to prevent access either, her whole body shivering and goosebumps rising along her flesh at the feeling. After that she remembers oh, yeah, her pants are only half off before she shifts her legs to kick them off entirely.
Unlike some people she wears underwear though. ]
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It's- [He visibly fights with himself for a moment.] Very sensitive. [He rests his cheek over the curve of one breast, looking up at her face, expecting derision.] Every touch to it for the past seven hundred years was to hurt. And it did. If you touch it I might hurt you on reflex.
[And since he can't abide by such vulnerability he's going to turn his face and nip at the nearest nipple, like it's Valencia's fault, thanks.]
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The nip gets a sharp little hiss, pushing the pert thing up against his mouth in reflex. The expression he gets when he looks isn't derision, though-- it's earnest attention, even with the desire still clouding her gaze, her brows creased just slightly in sympathy.
Her thigh shifts up a bit, to graze against his cocks, and her hand finally slides into the hair atop his head, brushing her thumb along the base edge of his unbroken horn. Her expression, now, has softened. ]
... Do you know that I wouldn't ever touch it to hurt you, in bed with you? I don't want to hurt you at all, like this. I won't lie and say I wouldn't ever, if you tried to kill me, but here...
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[His face is creased with confused arousal, but he cants his head into her touch anyway, breath hitching when her thumb touches the translucent keratin. She's warm under him and she is warming him with these stupid little things she's saying like Dan Feng's paranoia wouldn't ruin them.
He cups her other breast, firm, and takes a nipple into his mouth again, swirling his tongue around it (a punctuation) (a distraction) (she is very. hot. in all earthly aspects. she should stop talking because all this talk of gentleness makes Dan Feng lightheaded, unused to that kind of attention.)]
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[ She obligingly runs the pad of her thumb feather-light over his horn when he leans into her touch, a smile on her lips and a warm hum in her throat that he can probably feel through her sternum.
Her breath hitches when he puts his mouth over her breast, though, squeezing her thighs lightly around his as she arches up into it. Her fingers curl in his hair instead, encouraging, and she gives a a shivery little laugh once she catches a breath again. ]
You're-- oddly docile. You're really cute like this. It's it because you're enjoying it?
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[He's not answering that. He's not answering it, but the way he sort-of hides his face behind a tit gives him away. Dan Feng is extremely touchy like this: where his lips aren't pressed against her skin, his fingers are mapping her freckles out, spaced out as they are.
The kisses trail down her stomach - and then he pillows his head on the jut of a hip, trailing a now-sharp nail up the outside curve of her thigh.]
I can see how wet you are.
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[ She laughs-- and again when his lips press against her stomach, squirming a bit ticklishly under it. Her tail twitches-- tries to, wrapped up in his-- and her ears are upright with attention as she watches him move down, pleased by his apparent, if brief, bashfulness. It's cute? It's really cute. She's actually a little alarmed how much she's enjoying seeing him like this buuuut also. Also. What if he was like this more. The touches, the attention, all of it-- it's fine to indulge, isn't it? God, she wants.
The fur on her tail poofs out a bit when his nail grazes sharply against her skin, goosebumps raising over the rest of her, and she. Makes a small, embarrassed noise, turning her head to hide her face. ]
-- You don't have to point it out...
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Just being observant.
[He lolls his head heavy against the inside of her thigh, and then taps on her hip, his tail uncurling from hers to wrap around one of her knees, possessive.]
Valencia. [Dan Feng murmurs.] Look at me.
[Because when she looks, he's going to start pulling her panties down. With his teeth.]
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She obediently turns her head a little to look back, though, peering through her hair at him. And holy shit, dude. She watches, the color high in her face and her eyes wide and awed, shivering as she's exposed to the air as his movement drags her fingers from his hair.
maybe. maybe. she is starting to understand POV porn a little. ]
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a) literally bites a hole into her panties and tears it off one thigh
b) bites a kiss first directly over where her femoral artery is closest to the skin, in the crease of her thigh, and
c) starts dragging those kisses down the inside of her thighs, just short of anywhere close where she'd want them.]
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The bite (kiss) gets a different reaction entirely-- she gasps, goes stiff under him, her tail bristling a little. Maybe fortunately for him, the red mark quickly blooms on her skin under his mouth, sure to bruise. She watches him in rapt attention though, as his mouth trails its slow way down, face still dark with color and breath caught in her throat, her ears perked upright and shivering with interest (her whole body is, actually). Down there, her unnatural warmth is concentrated into a heat he can easily feel on his skin that close, and... without further action, she unconsciously rolls her hips down towards him, encouraging. Or more like hopeful. ]
Hey...
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So, now: he presses a kiss just above her clit, the ghost of slick muscle over the sensitive nub, and he parts her lower lips with his tongue, slowly opening her up like he has all the time in the world. She'll be able to see the way his eyes crinkle up at her - he knows how annoying on purpose he's being.]
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She shivers as that smooth tongue brushes over her, just enough to entice, her head laid back but tilted so she can still watch him. It's not as rough as Sett's-- or as wide-- but she's a little surprised by the... strength? of it? As it pushes between her lips. She barely manages to hold back a louder groan than intended, her ears pressed flat with embarrassment at the look he's giving her.
... So she reaches down, carefully, to brush her fingers down along the curve of his horn and into his hair a bit. Her voice is a little strained. ]
Stop-- looking at me like that... come on.
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