[ -- 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? ]
[He's already slick between his thighs, his slit swollen and flushed blue. He puts a hand on her hip - bruising grip as he slots them flush together, hauling her thighs over his.
His free hand comes up - to press a thumb into her mouth, feeling over her canines.]
Your nails - teeth. Anything. So as I claim you, you are to claim me.
[ ... Ahhh, he's going to shred her up. Well, she's been through worse, right? And he's so excited about it...
She makes a soft noise at the feel of his slick against her skin; she's not quite as wet as usual but surely you understand this moved very quickly. Even so, it's not like he doesn't produce his own, so what's the issue... She arches a little, to press down against him. The last few times they'd waited until he was already out and erect, so if it's like this-- will it just slide in? Is this how his kind would normally do it, to begin with? That's so convenient...
She opens her mouth to let him do that-- her teeth aren't any sharper than usual-- and considers his words... then she bites down on his thumb, with gentle pressure. ]
[He makes a sound at that - pleased, the rest of his fingers cupping her cheek.]
Good girl.
[He leans down - nips at her lower lip as he pulls his thumb out. Dan Feng contemplates her for a moment (stares at her, more like, like he's still not actually believing what he's seeing (he isn't)), and then he presses his hands flat against her inner thighs, spreading her wide. It isn't gentle; some of his strength is behind it.
If she's still wearing underwear that is getting ripped clean off - because he's going gather some spit in his mouth and let it drip on the mound of her cunt, slick down the valley of it, with a fascinated, hungry look on his face.]
[ She chases the kiss behind that nip with another small noise; down her body there is some patches of scales, keeled unlike his smoother ones, scattered much in the same way her freckles are.
She shifts just a bit to get an elbow under her to watch him, legs spreading easily under his touch and-- goes bright red when he lets his saliva drip over her. She impatiently baps her tail sideways against his thigh, with an embarrassed groan. ]
[Dan Feng grins up at her toothily, his tail curling around hers and squeezing; it would be enough force to break a mammalian tail, but for Dan Feng, personally, felt very good.]
Am I not allowed to enjoy my present? [He thumbs the slick over her clit, downwards, dipping lightly into her lips.]
[ She shudders-- it's a weird feeling, having his tail constrict hers. It doesn't hurt, per se, but it does restrict the movement, the muscle flexing under his grip as it tries to curl slightly against his. This, combined with the pressure of his thumb over her clit and down, sends a shiver of pleasure straight up her spine.
Only some dragons had tails as prehensile as Dan Feng's, right, so-- maybe this was something to facilitate breeding? To hold the tail out of the way, to gain access, prevent the muscular limb from dislodging them? Ah, she's thinking too much, but it's kind of fascinating to witness the subtle difference in behaviour from him... She reaches down to curl her hand delicately over his, nails lightly scraping over his inner wrist. ]
Ah, well-- there's many more ways to enjoy such a thing...
[The nails scraping over the delicate skin make him jerk visibly, and he instinctively bares his fangs, his jaw opening just a little bit further than what is humanly possible before he catches himself.
Petulantly, he grinds the heel of that hand against her clit, his other hand spreading her lips open before gently hilting a finger into her. It's almost perfunctory - the bare minimum sort of stretching.]
There is one that I like the most. Did you think of what you would do to me, seeing you like this? I am a creature of base instinct.
[ Ohhh finally. Her hips jerk a bit, with the intense and sudden pressure of his palm-- but she sighs with some sort of relief as he presses the finger in, rolling up towards him with an indulgent groan. If she notices the way his mouth moves she doesn't say anything, just keeping her hand down and over his, soft and encouraging.
She really didn't think about it, no. She blushes a bit, closing her eyes, clearly a bit embarrassed. ]
Mn, I thought-- you would be... cute, and maybe a little possessive, and maybe try to bite me... and if I didn't show you, you would have pouted? I was prepared for that. I didn't realize this-- sort of thing was so strong, for you.
[ A sharp noise, tucking her chin-- she does tilt her head away some so he can still bite at her neck, so she isn't entirely rejecting that advance even if it makes her visibly nervous (and not to mention her heart rate spikes). It stings and-- ah, Mark. Mark. She should...
A moment's hesitation before she reaches her other hand up under his arm and behind his shoulder, hugging, her nails digging sharply into that flesh. This, though, gets interrupted by his words, and his hand, and the slick heat heat of his length resting against her flesh-- she's blushing fiercely now, stuttering. ]
[Dan Feng leans back just enough to give her a judgmental look, before dipping his head to steal a kiss, soft and closemouthed, because he can't help it. She's great fun to tease, and her flush is adorable, and okay here he goes again with another kiss, and another, like little knocks on a door.
These might distract her from the three fingers fucking in between her legs, slightly cool - because Dan Feng is using his own slick to ease her open.]
I think of taking you with both cocks, amongst many things, like someone of my own kind can.
N-no, I just didn't think you-- liked me enough, for--
[ Ohhh. Those kisses are nice and definitely more than welcome, and she responds eagerly in kind, her hips rocking up into his hand; even the extra fingers only gets a pleased, high noise, because somehow that's still gentler than the last time he fucked her with his hands. The coolness of his fingers fades quickly enough, though, in the unrelenting heat of her body. ]
I-- can. If you're careful, I...
[ perhaps a little too confident by half but it's hard not to be when she can take Sett like a champ. Her tail squirms in his grip, and she reaches down with her other hand, to curl her fingers over his cocks and stroke him. ]
... I think you can be gentle. If you try. I'd like to see you try.
[Gentle? Now? He laughs in her ear - low and dangerous, as he draws his hand out - and smacks the flat of it against her inner thigh, soothing it over with a grip hard enough to bruise.]
Presumptuous. [But she's given him permission, that counts as permission, right? His expression turns hungry. He's looking between her legs, covers her hand with his.] Submit to me, then. Trust me.
[ The smack gets a-- well it can only be called a squeal, her grip on his cocks flexing too-tight for a moment in response and her face flushing bright. Her other hand curls over the wrist of the one against her thigh, dragging her nails down along it.
Her eyes glance back up to his face as he speaks, though-- if she wasn't well and truly soaked before the hunger in his face would have solved that issue swiftly, from the way her body clenches around nothing in response. She exhales a long breath, shifting her fingers to gently sandwich her ring finger between both of his cocks and separate them as she rubs, even as his hand covers hers. ]
[It's easy to see the surprise on his face, followed by confusion, and then a smile, small and sincere and crinkling the corners of his eyes. He slides his hands under both of hers, gently disengaging them, lacing their fingers together.]
You are always too good to me, my dear.
[He leans in to kiss her forehead. And then his gaze sharpens, eyelids shuttering, as he looks at her mouth.]
[ She lets him pry her hands away with only slight disappointment, because entwining their fingers IS also very good and she does like it... and she makes a small noise at the kiss, tilting her head up into it. ]
I want to be good for you.
[ And it kind of seems like she was going to say more, until his next command, which-- well. She kind of stares blankly at him for a beat too long, lips parted and uncomprehending. ...Turn over? So he means to...
Her body wastes no time flushing entirely through, from her face and even a bit blotchy down her chest, thoroughly embarrassed, but. She wiggles out from their position a bit so-- well first so she can stretch, gone a bit stiff, before carefully pushing herself over onto her stomach and up onto her hands and knees. Her shoulders hunch a bit, which does well enough to hide her face as she contemplates what exactly he considers "presenting herself" (she settles for spreading her legs a bit and lifting her tail...?).
On her back is the large tattoo, as usual, but-- newer are the keeled overlapping red scales dusted over her shoulderblades and down the length of her spine and, apparently unnoticed, a pair of wings. Or, what may have once been wings; evidently vestigial and from some kind of ground-dwelling species, reduced from any sort of flight capability to strong, gripping claws in hand-like formation. ]
[To be honest he expected more resistance, or she'd need some coaxing, but Dan Feng's brain cells start leaking out of his ears at her easy compliance; what a gift she's giving him... Here is a low, rumbling sound from behind - then Dan Feng's hair, curtained around them, brushing her sides as he curves over her. One hand curls around her ribcage, cupping a breast roughly, while the other settles at her flank.
A kiss at the nape of her neck, turning into him mouthing wetly down her shoulderblade, those scales, and the join of wing to back, teeth scraping gently against the delicate skin.]
[ Listen. If she suspected how far gone he actually was she would, perhaps, be putting up a bit more resistance, but-- as it is he's saying the right things, easing her in enough for the desire to overtake some reasonable thought, pushing just enough at the edges of what she'd usually tolerate to make it feel more intense than jarring. She shivers at the feel of his body over hers, her heartrate picking up a steady and excited rhythm once again. It was exciting, to do something new, and stirred her interest in much the same way having Sett press over her did: the feeling of being small and malleable in someone's grasp, of someone stronger and larger wrapping around you and, in the end, being terribly gentle about it regardless.
Even his groping doesn't upend that view; the roughness is fondness in her (slightly) lust-addled mind, and she shifts to one hand to give a very small noise of... what would have been protest, maybe, if her own hand didn't come up to curl over the back of his, encouraging and digging into his flesh in turn.
But it's the kiss along her back that gets the biggest reaction. He mouths against that wing and it jerks on reflex, stretching claws grasping at empty air. Her whole body curves back towards him with a startled gasp, glancing back over her shoulder at him with a simultaneously look of confusion and intensely red-faced interest, her tail trying its very best to curl against the closest part of him it can reach. And, probably only of any real notice to him; the increase in scent, heady, as that interest sparks even further wetness between her legs. ]
[He laughs mischievously against her spine, like he's found out a secret.]
You know how horribly sensitive my tail is, do you not? Did you think yourself safe from the same weaknesses?
[He punctuates this by sliding the hand at her flank up her back, and then digging blunt nails firmly into the muscle she would have acquired to support those wings.]
[ but she lets it trail off as he touches her, goosebumps raising under his touch. It's weird, being suddenly aware of limbs you had not noticed before, especially ones as sensitive as this-- she makes a whimpering little noise as his fingers dig in, the wings giving a useless little series of flaps and clawing at her own flesh for lack of anything else in range to grab.
She lets go of his hand-- reaches blindly back to try to grab at his head, but-- perhaps unfortunately for him-- his horn is the only thing close enough for her to reach. So she just fully tries to grip it. ]
[Three things happen in quick succession: Dan Feng moans, full-throated; one hand curls around her wrist to wrench it off and pin it to the mattress; and his other hand clamps down on the back of her neck to shove her face-down into the sheets.]
[ Ah. She hadn't been thinking, really-- it was hard to think, with so much sensation happening at once, so she's certainly not on her usual game when he pins her to the mattress. The hand on the wrist is one thing, and her hand flexes against the sheets under his grip-- but the grip on her neck is another. It takes, it seems, a full minute for her to properly register what exactly just happened, because at first she moans, high and muffled by the blanket, and her tail instinctively whips against him as her hips raise.
-- And then some of the lust subsides he'll probably be able to feel the change before he sees it; the way the muscles up her spine and neck go tense and her breathing goes shallow through her nose, her free hand half-frozen as if she had been reaching back to grab his arm. She doesn't, though, caught between her that deeply instinctive fear of you're pinned you're in danger he's got your neck and the confusingly just as deep instinct of you're pinned and he's going to take you and you want it so so so bad. She makes a noise-- or exhales, or something-- as a very faint tremble runs through her shoulders. ]
Dan Feng.
[ It's small, and breathless, and impossible to tell if it's a plea or a warning. ]
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Re: Day 34, early evening
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...?
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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.
Re: Day 34, early evening
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? ]
Mark you how?
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His free hand comes up - to press a thumb into her mouth, feeling over her canines.]
Your nails - teeth. Anything. So as I claim you, you are to claim me.
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She makes a soft noise at the feel of his slick against her skin; she's not quite as wet as usual but surely you understand this moved very quickly. Even so, it's not like he doesn't produce his own, so what's the issue... She arches a little, to press down against him. The last few times they'd waited until he was already out and erect, so if it's like this-- will it just slide in? Is this how his kind would normally do it, to begin with? That's so convenient...
She opens her mouth to let him do that-- her teeth aren't any sharper than usual-- and considers his words... then she bites down on his thumb, with gentle pressure. ]
aiya i forgot nsfw warning
Good girl.
[He leans down - nips at her lower lip as he pulls his thumb out. Dan Feng contemplates her for a moment (stares at her, more like, like he's still not actually believing what he's seeing (he isn't)), and then he presses his hands flat against her inner thighs, spreading her wide. It isn't gentle; some of his strength is behind it.
If she's still wearing underwear that is getting ripped clean off - because he's going gather some spit in his mouth and let it drip on the mound of her cunt, slick down the valley of it, with a fascinated, hungry look on his face.]
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She shifts just a bit to get an elbow under her to watch him, legs spreading easily under his touch and-- goes bright red when he lets his saliva drip over her. She impatiently baps her tail sideways against his thigh, with an embarrassed groan. ]
-- Must you?
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Am I not allowed to enjoy my present? [He thumbs the slick over her clit, downwards, dipping lightly into her lips.]
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Only some dragons had tails as prehensile as Dan Feng's, right, so-- maybe this was something to facilitate breeding? To hold the tail out of the way, to gain access, prevent the muscular limb from dislodging them? Ah, she's thinking too much, but it's kind of fascinating to witness the subtle difference in behaviour from him... She reaches down to curl her hand delicately over his, nails lightly scraping over his inner wrist. ]
Ah, well-- there's many more ways to enjoy such a thing...
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Petulantly, he grinds the heel of that hand against her clit, his other hand spreading her lips open before gently hilting a finger into her. It's almost perfunctory - the bare minimum sort of stretching.]
There is one that I like the most. Did you think of what you would do to me, seeing you like this? I am a creature of base instinct.
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She really didn't think about it, no. She blushes a bit, closing her eyes, clearly a bit embarrassed. ]
Mn, I thought-- you would be... cute, and maybe a little possessive, and maybe try to bite me... and if I didn't show you, you would have pouted? I was prepared for that. I didn't realize this-- sort of thing was so strong, for you.
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[He says, while pouting, leaning down to press biting kisses at the column of her throat; they'll bruise, and Dan Feng would make sure of it.]
Foolish woman. I already spend time with a hand between my legs to your name, why would this be any different?
[Two fingers in, scissoring; against her thigh she'll start to feel the weight of one of his cocks burgeoning out.]
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[ A sharp noise, tucking her chin-- she does tilt her head away some so he can still bite at her neck, so she isn't entirely rejecting that advance even if it makes her visibly nervous (and not to mention her heart rate spikes). It stings and-- ah, Mark. Mark. She should...
A moment's hesitation before she reaches her other hand up under his arm and behind his shoulder, hugging, her nails digging sharply into that flesh. This, though, gets interrupted by his words, and his hand, and the slick heat heat of his length resting against her flesh-- she's blushing fiercely now, stuttering. ]
You-- you-- what? I-- ngh-- w-why would...
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[Dan Feng leans back just enough to give her a judgmental look, before dipping his head to steal a kiss, soft and closemouthed, because he can't help it. She's great fun to tease, and her flush is adorable, and okay here he goes again with another kiss, and another, like little knocks on a door.
These might distract her from the three fingers fucking in between her legs, slightly cool - because Dan Feng is using his own slick to ease her open.]
I think of taking you with both cocks, amongst many things, like someone of my own kind can.
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[ Ohhh. Those kisses are nice and definitely more than welcome, and she responds eagerly in kind, her hips rocking up into his hand; even the extra fingers only gets a pleased, high noise, because somehow that's still gentler than the last time he fucked her with his hands. The coolness of his fingers fades quickly enough, though, in the unrelenting heat of her body. ]
I-- can. If you're careful, I...
[ perhaps a little too confident by half but it's hard not to be when she can take Sett like a champ. Her tail squirms in his grip, and she reaches down with her other hand, to curl her fingers over his cocks and stroke him. ]
... I think you can be gentle. If you try. I'd like to see you try.
[ which is more of a goad than a plea, really. ]
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Presumptuous. [But she's given him permission, that counts as permission, right? His expression turns hungry. He's looking between her legs, covers her hand with his.] Submit to me, then. Trust me.
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Her eyes glance back up to his face as he speaks, though-- if she wasn't well and truly soaked before the hunger in his face would have solved that issue swiftly, from the way her body clenches around nothing in response. She exhales a long breath, shifting her fingers to gently sandwich her ring finger between both of his cocks and separate them as she rubs, even as his hand covers hers. ]
... I already trust you.
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You are always too good to me, my dear.
[He leans in to kiss her forehead. And then his gaze sharpens, eyelids shuttering, as he looks at her mouth.]
Turn over and present yourself.
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I want to be good for you.
[ And it kind of seems like she was going to say more, until his next command, which-- well. She kind of stares blankly at him for a beat too long, lips parted and uncomprehending. ...Turn over? So he means to...
Her body wastes no time flushing entirely through, from her face and even a bit blotchy down her chest, thoroughly embarrassed, but. She wiggles out from their position a bit so-- well first so she can stretch, gone a bit stiff, before carefully pushing herself over onto her stomach and up onto her hands and knees. Her shoulders hunch a bit, which does well enough to hide her face as she contemplates what exactly he considers "presenting herself" (she settles for spreading her legs a bit and lifting her tail...?).
On her back is the large tattoo, as usual, but-- newer are the keeled overlapping red scales dusted over her shoulderblades and down the length of her spine and, apparently unnoticed, a pair of wings. Or, what may have once been wings; evidently vestigial and from some kind of ground-dwelling species, reduced from any sort of flight capability to strong, gripping claws in hand-like formation. ]
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[To be honest he expected more resistance, or she'd need some coaxing, but Dan Feng's brain cells start leaking out of his ears at her easy compliance; what a gift she's giving him... Here is a low, rumbling sound from behind - then Dan Feng's hair, curtained around them, brushing her sides as he curves over her. One hand curls around her ribcage, cupping a breast roughly, while the other settles at her flank.
A kiss at the nape of her neck, turning into him mouthing wetly down her shoulderblade, those scales, and the join of wing to back, teeth scraping gently against the delicate skin.]
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Even his groping doesn't upend that view; the roughness is fondness in her (slightly) lust-addled mind, and she shifts to one hand to give a very small noise of... what would have been protest, maybe, if her own hand didn't come up to curl over the back of his, encouraging and digging into his flesh in turn.
But it's the kiss along her back that gets the biggest reaction. He mouths against that wing and it jerks on reflex, stretching claws grasping at empty air. Her whole body curves back towards him with a startled gasp, glancing back over her shoulder at him with a simultaneously look of confusion and intensely red-faced interest, her tail trying its very best to curl against the closest part of him it can reach. And, probably only of any real notice to him; the increase in scent, heady, as that interest sparks even further wetness between her legs. ]
-- Dan Feng...
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You know how horribly sensitive my tail is, do you not? Did you think yourself safe from the same weaknesses?
[He punctuates this by sliding the hand at her flank up her back, and then digging blunt nails firmly into the muscle she would have acquired to support those wings.]
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[ but she lets it trail off as he touches her, goosebumps raising under his touch. It's weird, being suddenly aware of limbs you had not noticed before, especially ones as sensitive as this-- she makes a whimpering little noise as his fingers dig in, the wings giving a useless little series of flaps and clawing at her own flesh for lack of anything else in range to grab.
She lets go of his hand-- reaches blindly back to try to grab at his head, but-- perhaps unfortunately for him-- his horn is the only thing close enough for her to reach. So she just fully tries to grip it. ]
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You are testing my self-control, Valencia.
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-- And then some of the lust subsides he'll probably be able to feel the change before he sees it; the way the muscles up her spine and neck go tense and her breathing goes shallow through her nose, her free hand half-frozen as if she had been reaching back to grab his arm. She doesn't, though, caught between her that deeply instinctive fear of you're pinned you're in danger he's got your neck and the confusingly just as deep instinct of you're pinned and he's going to take you and you want it so so so bad. She makes a noise-- or exhales, or something-- as a very faint tremble runs through her shoulders. ]
Dan Feng.
[ It's small, and breathless, and impossible to tell if it's a plea or a warning. ]
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