[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. ]
[The touch at his horn makes him twitch, eyes shuttering, and he lolls his head against her thigh. He is not very good at all with controlling his reactions with his horns, and he makes up for it by being even more of an ass.]
What do we say when we want something? [Like he doesn't have his mouth half-open, realizing that he's depriving her just as much he's depriving himself.]
[ Well. Her face heats up, but unlike Dan Feng she is not at all ashamed of asking for what she wants. Or begging, as the case may be. It's embarrassing, sure, but the desire in her right now, with the feel of his breath hot against her skin, far exceeded any shame. Not when he was already between her legs, and certainly not when hunger chew, sharp-fanged, the edges of her self-control.
She only hesitates a moment, leg straining a little against the grip of his coiled tail and her hand curling into his hair, before she mumbles. ]
[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.]
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. ]
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Re: DAY 16 NSFW
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.]
Re: DAY 16 NSFW
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.
Re: DAY 16 NSFW
What do we say when we want something? [Like he doesn't have his mouth half-open, realizing that he's depriving her just as much he's depriving himself.]
Re: DAY 16 NSFW
She only hesitates a moment, leg straining a little against the grip of his coiled tail and her hand curling into his hair, before she mumbles. ]
-- Please. Dan Feng.
Re: DAY 16 NSFW
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.]
Re: DAY 16 NSFW
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. ]