[ 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-- ]
You keep calling me horrible names, as if I'll just-- let anyone do this to me! You were doing so well with-- whatever the hell you were saying to me, before, and then!
[ Grabs his shirt, still caught between irritated disbelief and fucked-out exhaustion, and gives him a little shake.
... While she also grinds down against him shuddering as the ridge of his cocks rub up against her oversensitive lips. ]
Of what is acceptable? Did you not just - do you not need more rest? I do not mind, I like you in my arms? [His questions lilt up into whining, and he's practically huffing her scent, and with every cant of her hips he can feel the jolt of arousal like a lightning bolt. The way he's lightheaded with it is not normal--]
Hold still. [Lower cockhead against her cunt.] One of these days you'll take all of me and you'll scream with it.
[ It is weird, that all of her muscles still feel like jelly and her legs are cramping in this kneeled position and. She grimaces a little at his words because, yeah, she probably should rest some more, but the tip of his cock is already sinking into her, soaked with slick and pliant in the wake of All Of That, and still the need to be full of him was ratcheting back up into nearly intolerable levels. Ah, something was wrong with her.
She does not hold still, pressing forward, draping against his front with a languid groan as she presses down against him. He was saying something, wasn't he? She should answer. At length, she manages to rumble out, voice rough and only somewhat nonsensical: ]
It's-- easy. Stop calling me a-- loose woman. Or a prostitute. Or nnnh-- or-- that stuff... please. All of you...
[Hilting into her makes his eyes roll back back into his head, his other cock trapped between them, maddening slick-wet-hot friction. His hips rock once, twice, before he leans forward impatiently, hand cradling the back of her head as he bears her down into the dirt.]
[ Still well into the realm of oversensitivity, the deep press of his length and the shallow movements making his ridges tug at her walls makes her shudder, clenching tight around him. Then she's on her back-- and she sighs with relief, tension oozing out of her even as she lifts her hips up for him, her hand sliding down her stomach to curl over his upper cock and keep it trapped between her palm and crotch.
Her cheeks go redder, somehow, as she watches his eyes when he speaks again. She's frozen for a moment before she turns her head to hide in her own mess of hair, embarrassed, and mumbles back-- ]
[Dan Feng bends down, one elbow next to her head, the other one under her knee. He leans forward, almost like he's going to kiss her - and he dips his head to press their overheated cheeks together, nuzzling against her jaw.]
My dear. [And then he slots their mouths together, growling into her lips as he starts to move, long, powerful strokes, almost pulling out completely before fucking in.]
[ ... Cute... She makes a soft noise, turning her head enough to press affectionately back against him. Her cheeks burn a little hotter, as she lifts her free hand to curl against the back of his neck, in his hair.
And with great timing, too, because once he starts moving she needs the handhold, a high whine leaving her throat when he hilts himself back into her. She parts her lips for him easily, a full-body shiver traveling down her spine with the growl, her ears back and tail curling lightly around one of his thighs. It's the pull of his ridges that really makes this delicious; her body grips him tight with each outward pull, as if desperate to keep him in, little jolts of pleasure that make her whimper into his mouth. ]
[It's not like this is the first time Dan Feng has had her. It's not even the first time Dan Feng has fucked anyone, far from it, but every thrust makes him see stars, almost immediately, on the razor edge of too much too fast. She's much hotter, almost searing, and his pace kicks up into a brutal pounding, the sort that both of them will regret later on.]
Something's - different. [He can't do much else than pant against her cheek. Already he can feel the familiar heat of orgasm coil in his belly.] Feels like I'm in - rut-
[ She has NO idea what that means-- and can only make a distracted, curious noise as he picks up the pace, wincing with every slap of his hips against hers-- but it's good that edge of pain, paired with the quickly-rising warmth between her legs, and she doesn't particularly want him to slow down. Not with his panting breath hot on her cheek, not with the obscene wet sound of flesh meeting in her ears.
Her hand, where it had been acting as a sleeve for his second cock to thrust into, pulls back suddenly to wrap her arm over his back and cling, her fingers digging in near the base of his tail. She ducks her head against him, panting herself with a sharp cry on every exhale, that pleasure coiling tighter and tighter. ]
Mnnn-- p-please-- Like that, like that, keep-- please--
[He slides a forearm under her head, fingers cradling her skull, curving over her and folding her in half as he clutches her closer, like he couldn't bear to have any space between them.]
Take it. You're so good for me, fuck, Valencia -- [His voice goes low, nearly feral with lust, as his pace judders and goes erratic, grinding deep into her. And then he's cumming, taking even him by surprise, judging from the garbled hhnnguh???? into her ear, painting her hot inside and out.
And - it's a lot. His cum is pearlescent and, like the rest of him, smells like the deep sea, but this amount is approaching levels of pornographic.]
[ She makes a soft, whimpering little noise as he bears down against her, her fingers clutching him tight, feeling over his muscles and a sales with restless need and dodging flexing in against his flesh when the tip of his cock nudges into the deepest spots within her. She can feel the rumble of his words through her ear and down her spine, feels the heated weight of his body atop her, the way the full length of him grinds in-- and she comes.
It's with less fanfare than before, certainly, as if most of her energy had been sucked dry for that but it's no less powerful; she gives a warbling little cry against his neck,and take it she does, the clenching waves of orgasm drawing him-- and his load-- firmly in.
Her grip on his only loosens when she seems spent of it, boneless and panting against the dirt, looking a fair mess both from the leaves that've tangled into her hair and the splattered mess all over her bare stomach. ]
[He holds her against him well past both their orgasms, until he can catch his breath, and a little further, luxuriating in their combined scent and her beating heart, warm and fresh blood just under her skin and yeah he's rumbling happily, satiated.
He could lay like this for days, actually, but after pressing a kiss to the crown of her head, stealing a chaste one from her mouth--]
Breathe in for me, my dear. And out. [And he's going to pull out on the exhale, while she's still loose and relaxed. And. He's going to make zero effort to clean either of them up and maybe he'll card fingers through the mess on her belly and maybe start. Rubbing his come into her skin. So she can smell like him all the time. Ah.]
[ she doesn't seem to mind just being held at all, smoothing her hands over his back and shifting her hips just slightly, feeling how he moves within her and squeezing gently around him.
She does as asked, shuddering on the exhale as he pulls out with a sated groan. She watches him make a further mess of her, using her thumb to rub some off of her stomach to look at (it's weirdly pretty??). She's pretty used to having come on her front at this point, so it's only when she feels it seep out of her that she freezes, her eyes wide with sudden realization.
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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.]
1/2
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-- And then headbutt him, as what he said penetrates, her tail bristling up and out. ]
Don't call me that!
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You're so picky!
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[ Grabs his shirt, still caught between irritated disbelief and fucked-out exhaustion, and gives him a little shake.
... While she also grinds down against him shuddering as the ridge of his cocks rub up against her oversensitive lips. ]
-- Now just put it in me already. I want-- more.
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[Stop distracting him!]
Of what is acceptable? Did you not just - do you not need more rest? I do not mind, I like you in my arms? [His questions lilt up into whining, and he's practically huffing her scent, and with every cant of her hips he can feel the jolt of arousal like a lightning bolt. The way he's lightheaded with it is not normal--]
Hold still. [Lower cockhead against her cunt.] One of these days you'll take all of me and you'll scream with it.
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She does not hold still, pressing forward, draping against his front with a languid groan as she presses down against him. He was saying something, wasn't he? She should answer. At length, she manages to rumble out, voice rough and only somewhat nonsensical: ]
It's-- easy. Stop calling me a-- loose woman. Or a prostitute. Or nnnh-- or-- that stuff... please. All of you...
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And if I just called you mine?
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Her cheeks go redder, somehow, as she watches his eyes when he speaks again. She's frozen for a moment before she turns her head to hide in her own mess of hair, embarrassed, and mumbles back-- ]
... I'm yours.
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My dear. [And then he slots their mouths together, growling into her lips as he starts to move, long, powerful strokes, almost pulling out completely before fucking in.]
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And with great timing, too, because once he starts moving she needs the handhold, a high whine leaving her throat when he hilts himself back into her. She parts her lips for him easily, a full-body shiver traveling down her spine with the growl, her ears back and tail curling lightly around one of his thighs. It's the pull of his ridges that really makes this delicious; her body grips him tight with each outward pull, as if desperate to keep him in, little jolts of pleasure that make her whimper into his mouth. ]
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Something's - different. [He can't do much else than pant against her cheek. Already he can feel the familiar heat of orgasm coil in his belly.] Feels like I'm in - rut-
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[ She has NO idea what that means-- and can only make a distracted, curious noise as he picks up the pace, wincing with every slap of his hips against hers-- but it's good that edge of pain, paired with the quickly-rising warmth between her legs, and she doesn't particularly want him to slow down. Not with his panting breath hot on her cheek, not with the obscene wet sound of flesh meeting in her ears.
Her hand, where it had been acting as a sleeve for his second cock to thrust into, pulls back suddenly to wrap her arm over his back and cling, her fingers digging in near the base of his tail. She ducks her head against him, panting herself with a sharp cry on every exhale, that pleasure coiling tighter and tighter. ]
Mnnn-- p-please-- Like that, like that, keep-- please--
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Take it. You're so good for me, fuck, Valencia -- [His voice goes low, nearly feral with lust, as his pace judders and goes erratic, grinding deep into her. And then he's cumming, taking even him by surprise, judging from the garbled hhnnguh???? into her ear, painting her hot inside and out.
And - it's a lot. His cum is pearlescent and, like the rest of him, smells like the deep sea, but this amount is approaching levels of pornographic.]
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It's with less fanfare than before, certainly, as if most of her energy had been sucked dry for that but it's no less powerful; she gives a warbling little cry against his neck,and take it she does, the clenching waves of orgasm drawing him-- and his load-- firmly in.
Her grip on his only loosens when she seems spent of it, boneless and panting against the dirt, looking a fair mess both from the leaves that've tangled into her hair and the splattered mess all over her bare stomach. ]
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He could lay like this for days, actually, but after pressing a kiss to the crown of her head, stealing a chaste one from her mouth--]
Breathe in for me, my dear. And out. [And he's going to pull out on the exhale, while she's still loose and relaxed. And. He's going to make zero effort to clean either of them up and maybe he'll card fingers through the mess on her belly and maybe start. Rubbing his come into her skin. So she can smell like him all the time. Ah.]
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She does as asked, shuddering on the exhale as he pulls out with a sated groan. She watches him make a further mess of her, using her thumb to rub some off of her stomach to look at (it's weirdly pretty??). She's pretty used to having come on her front at this point, so it's only when she feels it seep out of her that she freezes, her eyes wide with sudden realization.
But she just covers her face, mortified. ]
We forgot protection.
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I am clean, if you must know, because of the mara...?
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I-- what?
[ zoonotic sti is genuinely on the bottom of her worries list ]
No, I-- is it not alarming, the idea someone might get pregnant in this place? Do you not worry about this...?
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First of all, there weren't any eggs, and if there were, you would need to take both of my appendages at the same time for fertilization.
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