[While she's trying to get his cocks out, Dan Feng will be helpful (?) by giving her motivation (?) - a hand between her spread legs, two fingers pushing the crotch of her panties to the side, up into her, hilting, his thumb on her clit all at once.]
[ oh god. okay. She's completely waylaid by the sudden attention because-- yes, she is dripping, thank you for noticing. He might be pleased to find that she's practically furnace-hot, too-- more than usual.
More importantly though when he sinks both fingers in at once she gives a sharp, desperate noise, burying her face into his neck and clamping vice-tight down on him with a jerk of her hips. She tries to say something, she really does, but it mostly gets slurred into the noise of pleasure, her ears flat and tail curling-lashing-curling in confused repetition. ]
[His inflection goes up at the end, because he's never seen her lost in sensation like this, and quite frankly, it's making him lose his mind, because it's really fucking hot.
His thumb starts moving in slick, featherlight circles, and he threads fingers through her hair to try and tug her head far away enough so he can see her face.]
It's just two fingers? Are you this much of a slut?
[ she shudders against him, rocking into his touch to chase that sensation, stirring little sparks of pleasure through her in waves.
She winces when he pulls her back though, face flushed and panting, another plea on her lips--
-- which quickly dies as what he says permeates the fog of lust, cooling her blush rapidly and her ears pinning flat. ... Was she? Did this make her a slut? Maybe he was right-- after all her protest before, here she was, letting herself be finger-fucked practically in public. It couldn't be all the tea, could it? Certainly things felt different-- far more intense than usual-- but if she wasn't... that kind of person, surely she could have just...? ]
[Her body language doesn't react the way he thinks she will, and while this has never stopped Dan Feng before with anyone he'd slept with for missions, this feels- different. He pulls his fingers out, cleaning them with hydromancy with a flick of his hand, and tries to wrangle her hands so he can hold them.]
[ She just looks COMPLETELY baffled by the handholding, with a confusing mix of desires-- the appreciation that he stopped to question, the embarrassment of being questioned and ruining the moment for him, the confusion of him caring enough to stop at all and why did he stop? The lust doesn't care about her feelings; she still needs, which is frustrating, when her brain and her heart is battling it. ]
Nn. No, I-- sorry, I didn't mean--
[ What the fuck do you even say to that. She looks at their joined hands, her fluster slowly returning. ... Ah, this was embarrassing. ]
[There's a long, awkward pause, where Dan Feng cools off a little, too, because he's thinking hard about what to do. What would Jing Yuan do in this situation. That was a really weird thing to think about when he'd been knuckle deep in someone else less than five minutes ago, but that was the downside of having another living creature as your moral compass.]
I can call you other things? [He kind of bounces her hands?] I do not know much of what you like.
[ how has filthy outdoor sex with a dragon become so embarrassing so quickly. Her fluster quickly deepens, at least, because he's trying to be sweet and that's really fucking cute and god maybe she is a slut she wants to fuck him into the dirt so fucking bad.
She. Whines, just a little, her tail lashing. What does she like? Oh, this is a new level of embarrassment. ]
I-I.
[ A long pause, clearly struggling, but. ]
... When Sett and I-- I. I do like it, when you talk, and-- I don't mind... some of the things you say, but when we would he'd. He'd do things like say it felt great or call me a good girl...
[Dan Feng looks at her with a concentration one would normally reserve for calculating tax returns, before sliding his hands up the insides of her wrists, leaning in very close so there's barely an inch of space between them.
He can't really sound not dangerous, with his voice low and silky like this, but Dan Feng is very good at taking care of his things.]
Does that mean you'll do your best for me, my treasure?
[ Well. That certainly does something, because her whole face and neck flush red-hot, her breath catching in her throat. The confusion doesn't quite leave her eyes, because wow this has gone SO far in the opposite direction and it's also never something that's been said to her before, but leave it to Dan Feng to take anything to some sort of extreme.
She stumbles over her response at first, surprised by just how much that struck a chord of desire straight through her, but-- ]
[He dips his head to take her lower lip between his teeth, gently tugging at it, pressing their foreheads together.]
Good girl. I'll take care of you.
[Today in Valencia Reaps What She Sows,]
Kneel like you've done before. Hands behind your back. [His tone takes on of one who is used to being obeyed, a little haughty. He tugs the middle of the hem of her shirt and bra up, holds them up to her mouth.] Hold these up for me so I can see all of you.
[ Oh we've swerved again. Her ears perk-- flick, confused-- perk, with a shivery little noise as he pulls off her lip. She doesn't... particularly want to get off his lap, to do what he asks, but we're really discovering some new fun things about ourselves today huh. It's embarrassing because, objectively, he sounds stupid. This sounds like bad YA male leads in books her college friends like. She is so fucking horny however.
She slowly shuffles back, onto her knees-- stares at the cloth in his hand before obeying, biting them between her teeth-- and quickly cycles through a few thoughts. The miserable lack of contact now, like this, when all she wanted was to melt against him. The raising goosebumps as cool air washes over her mostly-nude body, fingers digging into her own wrists to keep them locked behind her.
And the intense desire fighting with the embarrassment of being "on display" for someone, posed, for their pleasure of viewing. She mumbles a little, muffled around the shirt: ]
[His tail curls around them, wrapping around one of her thighs, the fur of it just barely brushing against the apex of her legs. One warm hand hefts the weight of a breast, kneading it with the impartiality of one picking out fruit at the market.
And then: his other hand palms down her belly, a finger dipping into her, the meat of his palm rolling over her clit.]
That fluster deepens as he gropes her, her hips shifting slightly forward as the fur brushes over her flesh. She watches his hand move down again, eyes half-lidded and quickly hazing over with pleasure, stomach fluttering under his touch.
It doesn't take much to work her back up to where she was a few moments ago, honestly: his finger presses into her and she gives him a muffled, needy noise in response, squeezing around him and pressing down against it. But even without that his words do seem to be having quite the effect-- even if her expression looks more embarrassed than anything having to hear it, her ears and tail give away the intense interest. ]
[Incredibly enough, she feels warmer than usual, inside, and she'll be able to see him jerk visibly when he clenches around his finger.]
So wet and hot for me. [Without warning, he fucks four fingers into her, grinding his thumb into her clit, almost leisurely; the hand on her breast rolls a nipple meanly between his thumb and forefinger.] You are not to come until I say so. You will take only what I will give you. Understand?
[ -- She jolts with a sharp yelp of surprise, unable to stop herself from grabbing Dan Feng's arm for support and dropping the clothing from her mouth. There's that same expression of deeply-confuse-but-SUPER-into-it, her ears folding and thighs trembling as she struggles to stay upright.
An ear perks at his words, and she looks up at him; she's already reduced, somewhat, to a panting mess; the stretch of his fingers was a lot, all at once, and the insistent pressure on her clit isn't exactly helping-- how is she supposed to stop herself from coming, when she can't even stop herself from leaning into his touch?
[He folds fingers over her nape, and guides her down, to lean her forehead against his collarbone, leaving her no leverage to squirm away from his hand.
This is because the fingers in her cunt curl to press against the walls of it, close to her navel, as his thumb starts to move in quick, maddening circles. He takes one of her ears between his teeth, sharp, dangerous sensation; Dan Feng wants her to beg, wants to see if she would start to cry.]
[ She lets him lead her, too eager by half at the praise, and sort of-- mindlessly mouths at his neck simply because it's there. It doesn't last long, though; she's focused once more on the ache of his fingers pressed deep and tight into it, holding her in place. Her own fingers clench, digging into his arm, her other hand finding purchase in his shoulder in some form of grounding herself because, frankly, the moment he really starts going she almost loses the strength in her legs entirely.
She cries out against his neck, hips jerking into his unrelenting movements in quick, shuddering motions-- and the teeth on her ear don't help, an already sensitive area made moreso by the intensity of the tea's effects driving electric pleasure straight down to her cunt. She clenches tight around him, already obviously close, tail curled and taut and panting sharply against his skin. ]
[Dan Feng murmurs directly in her ear, and unfortunately for her, has stamina in spades. His rhythm is merciless, tail jerking her knee out further, so more of her weight pushes down on his hand. He doesn't bite off the groan at taking more of her warmth, the sensation spiking up his arm.]
[ She trembles-- and it's clear now that she's trying to hold herself back, in some way, breath caught in her throat in her focus and only releasing in hurried, desperate gasps. She can't help the way her voice rises, at his words, shivering in her throat.
There's not much for her, outside of the sensations and his solid mass supporting her-- everything has reduced down to this microcosm of pleasure, hot and sharp and so good it was nearly painful. Don't come, don't come, she distantly remembered that command but it was getting progressively hard to fight it off, her whole body tense and shaking, his hand soaking wet with slick.
He barely gets the word out before she complies, her voice barely more than a whimper. ]
[He draws it out for a long moment - the thought of We'll have to work on your endurance turning into Wait this is going to be a standing engagement turning into Is she going to be mad if I told her I'm going to touch myself to the memory of her begging turning into I want to take her now - before he laves a tongue into the shell of her ear, and murmurs, in the same tone he'd cowed a hall full of alliance-wide politicians:]
Come.
[And he's going to rub her through it, straight into overstimulation, because he's mean and terrible and he really likes her shivering weight against him.]
The words-- another small push-- and she's less pushed over the edge so much as thrown with great prejudice, the relatively cool sensation of his tongue against her entirely lost in the clenching waves of pleasure between her legs. She gives him a long, high noise of desperation because frankly this might be the hardest she's ever come in her life thus far and there's truly not much in her mind but the explosive pleasure pulsing through her nerves.
She's not that much of a stranger to overstimulation-- it was something Sett was surprisingly fond of doing, as well-- but if he'd wanted her to cry he's finally getting that wish granted. As the pleasure slides from "really good" to "raw and painful" she whines against his neck, sweat beading over her skin and her fingernails starting to dig crescents into his arms and shoulder.
And it quickly, quickly forces her to that peak again-- a hitched sob catches in her throat, only slightly muffled as she sinks her teeth into the join of his neck and shoulder and holds on for dear life as she comes a second time in quick succession. ]
[That bite makes him groan deep, and his fingers spasm inside her-- once she comes that second time, though, Dan Feng eases off, drawing his hand out gently. A flick of the wrist and it's with a damp, clean hand that he gathers her against him, bracketed by his legs, one hand scratching at her scalp, the other one wound around her waist.]
Well done. Such a good little whore for me.
[He finds that his arousal isn't as urgent as the urge to hold her close and pet her, against her warmth, crawl into her ribcage and curl up under her beating heart and soak in her bloodstream and he licks at the tears on her face with an expression that says maybe I want to wear your skin just a little bit.]
[ It takes a long, long moment for her to fully come back to earth, letting herself be manipulated against him, her grip slack and barely holding on and clearly grateful for the support of his body. She pants, swallowing hard as she gets her breath back, opening her eyes to look at him, bleary, as he licks her face, and-- ]
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You're dripping. [He sounds a little in awe.]
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More importantly though when he sinks both fingers in at once she gives a sharp, desperate noise, burying her face into his neck and clamping vice-tight down on him with a jerk of her hips. She tries to say something, she really does, but it mostly gets slurred into the noise of pleasure, her ears flat and tail curling-lashing-curling in confused repetition. ]
Hhhh-- nnnggh please--
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[His inflection goes up at the end, because he's never seen her lost in sensation like this, and quite frankly, it's making him lose his mind, because it's really fucking hot.
His thumb starts moving in slick, featherlight circles, and he threads fingers through her hair to try and tug her head far away enough so he can see her face.]
It's just two fingers? Are you this much of a slut?
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She winces when he pulls her back though, face flushed and panting, another plea on her lips--
-- which quickly dies as what he says permeates the fog of lust, cooling her blush rapidly and her ears pinning flat. ... Was she? Did this make her a slut? Maybe he was right-- after all her protest before, here she was, letting herself be finger-fucked practically in public. It couldn't be all the tea, could it? Certainly things felt different-- far more intense than usual-- but if she wasn't... that kind of person, surely she could have just...? ]
... I--
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[Her body language doesn't react the way he thinks she will, and while this has never stopped Dan Feng before with anyone he'd slept with for missions, this feels- different. He pulls his fingers out, cleaning them with hydromancy with a flick of his hand, and tries to wrangle her hands so he can hold them.]
Have you not been called that before?
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Nn. No, I-- sorry, I didn't mean--
[ What the fuck do you even say to that. She looks at their joined hands, her fluster slowly returning. ... Ah, this was embarrassing. ]
... It. Surprised me, that's all.
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I can call you other things? [He kind of bounces her hands?] I do not know much of what you like.
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She. Whines, just a little, her tail lashing. What does she like? Oh, this is a new level of embarrassment. ]
I-I.
[ A long pause, clearly struggling, but. ]
... When Sett and I-- I. I do like it, when you talk, and-- I don't mind... some of the things you say, but when we would he'd. He'd do things like say it felt great or call me a good girl...
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He can't really sound not dangerous, with his voice low and silky like this, but Dan Feng is very good at taking care of his things.]
Does that mean you'll do your best for me, my treasure?
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She stumbles over her response at first, surprised by just how much that struck a chord of desire straight through her, but-- ]
Y-y-yyy. Yes. Yes? Yes. Please?
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Good girl. I'll take care of you.
[Today in Valencia Reaps What She Sows,]
Kneel like you've done before. Hands behind your back. [His tone takes on of one who is used to being obeyed, a little haughty. He tugs the middle of the hem of her shirt and bra up, holds them up to her mouth.] Hold these up for me so I can see all of you.
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She slowly shuffles back, onto her knees-- stares at the cloth in his hand before obeying, biting them between her teeth-- and quickly cycles through a few thoughts. The miserable lack of contact now, like this, when all she wanted was to melt against him. The raising goosebumps as cool air washes over her mostly-nude body, fingers digging into her own wrists to keep them locked behind her.
And the intense desire fighting with the embarrassment of being "on display" for someone, posed, for their pleasure of viewing. She mumbles a little, muffled around the shirt: ]
It's-- nothing you haven't seen...?
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[His tail curls around them, wrapping around one of her thighs, the fur of it just barely brushing against the apex of her legs. One warm hand hefts the weight of a breast, kneading it with the impartiality of one picking out fruit at the market.
And then: his other hand palms down her belly, a finger dipping into her, the meat of his palm rolling over her clit.]
Such a beautiful spitfire of a creature.
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That fluster deepens as he gropes her, her hips shifting slightly forward as the fur brushes over her flesh. She watches his hand move down again, eyes half-lidded and quickly hazing over with pleasure, stomach fluttering under his touch.
It doesn't take much to work her back up to where she was a few moments ago, honestly: his finger presses into her and she gives him a muffled, needy noise in response, squeezing around him and pressing down against it. But even without that his words do seem to be having quite the effect-- even if her expression looks more embarrassed than anything having to hear it, her ears and tail give away the intense interest. ]
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So wet and hot for me. [Without warning, he fucks four fingers into her, grinding his thumb into her clit, almost leisurely; the hand on her breast rolls a nipple meanly between his thumb and forefinger.] You are not to come until I say so. You will take only what I will give you. Understand?
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An ear perks at his words, and she looks up at him; she's already reduced, somewhat, to a panting mess; the stretch of his fingers was a lot, all at once, and the insistent pressure on her clit isn't exactly helping-- how is she supposed to stop herself from coming, when she can't even stop herself from leaning into his touch?
Even so: ]
Y... yes.
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[He folds fingers over her nape, and guides her down, to lean her forehead against his collarbone, leaving her no leverage to squirm away from his hand.
This is because the fingers in her cunt curl to press against the walls of it, close to her navel, as his thumb starts to move in quick, maddening circles. He takes one of her ears between his teeth, sharp, dangerous sensation; Dan Feng wants her to beg, wants to see if she would start to cry.]
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She cries out against his neck, hips jerking into his unrelenting movements in quick, shuddering motions-- and the teeth on her ear don't help, an already sensitive area made moreso by the intensity of the tea's effects driving electric pleasure straight down to her cunt. She clenches tight around him, already obviously close, tail curled and taut and panting sharply against his skin. ]
D-Dan Ffffff-- haa...
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[Dan Feng murmurs directly in her ear, and unfortunately for her, has stamina in spades. His rhythm is merciless, tail jerking her knee out further, so more of her weight pushes down on his hand. He doesn't bite off the groan at taking more of her warmth, the sensation spiking up his arm.]
Beg.
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There's not much for her, outside of the sensations and his solid mass supporting her-- everything has reduced down to this microcosm of pleasure, hot and sharp and so good it was nearly painful. Don't come, don't come, she distantly remembered that command but it was getting progressively hard to fight it off, her whole body tense and shaking, his hand soaking wet with slick.
He barely gets the word out before she complies, her voice barely more than a whimper. ]
P-please. Ple-hease, ple-- haa...
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Come.
[And he's going to rub her through it, straight into overstimulation, because he's mean and terrible and he really likes her shivering weight against him.]
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The words-- another small push-- and she's less pushed over the edge so much as thrown with great prejudice, the relatively cool sensation of his tongue against her entirely lost in the clenching waves of pleasure between her legs. She gives him a long, high noise of desperation because frankly this might be the hardest she's ever come in her life thus far and there's truly not much in her mind but the explosive pleasure pulsing through her nerves.
She's not that much of a stranger to overstimulation-- it was something Sett was surprisingly fond of doing, as well-- but if he'd wanted her to cry he's finally getting that wish granted. As the pleasure slides from "really good" to "raw and painful" she whines against his neck, sweat beading over her skin and her fingernails starting to dig crescents into his arms and shoulder.
And it quickly, quickly forces her to that peak again-- a hitched sob catches in her throat, only slightly muffled as she sinks her teeth into the join of his neck and shoulder and holds on for dear life as she comes a second time in quick succession. ]
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[That bite makes him groan deep, and his fingers spasm inside her-- once she comes that second time, though, Dan Feng eases off, drawing his hand out gently. A flick of the wrist and it's with a damp, clean hand that he gathers her against him, bracketed by his legs, one hand scratching at her scalp, the other one wound around her waist.]
Well done. Such a good little whore for me.
[He finds that his arousal isn't as urgent as the urge to hold her close and pet her, against her warmth, crawl into her ribcage and curl up under her beating heart and soak in her bloodstream and he licks at the tears on her face with an expression that says maybe I want to wear your skin just a little bit.]
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