[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. ]
[The hand on her nape tightens, briefly, claws digging into delicate skin - before he curls over her, pressing himself front to back, his cocks slick between the apex of her legs.
But he doesn't force her further. Instead, he hooks his chin over her shoulder, pressing a wet kiss to the base of a horn, to her temple. The hand pinning her wrist lets it go, opting instead to press warm under her navel, just holding her against him, skin against skin.]
I have you, don't I? Say it. Come on. [It's less of an order, and more coaxing, though the strain of holding himself back can be heard in the gravel of his voice.] I have you.
[ The burst of panic flares higher for the brief moment his claws dig against her, heart pounding but-- the way he curls over her, the release of her wrists, the slick firmness of him rubbing between her legs in a way that makes her want to impulsively trap him between her thighs. It soothes that tension enough to replace that gap in her mind with heat and lust again and, more confusingly, a fondness that makes her heart ache for him even in the awkward position of her cheek pressed to the blankets.
Her awareness isn't entirely focused but-- but he's trying. She can tell that much, and it warms her, and while she can't really shift her arms comfortably enough to touch him she does manage to twist a wing backwards to grip its blunt claws firmly into his side. She wonders how much of this is the dragon-courtship, the act of "capturing" the chosen mate, and how much is simply Dan Feng; she tries to turn her head a bit more, to kiss him, and makes a shivery noise of complaint when she can only manage to brush her lips against his hair. Her voice is still a bit strained, breathless, when she speaks again. ]
[The capture and mounting is millennia-old instinct, but the kindness dressed as force is all Dan Feng. The greed, though, is both biological and learned, and the way he wheezes a laugh into her sweat-damp hair is all Valencia's.]
Good girl.
[He kneels back upwards. There's kisses on her shoulder, over her nape, before his hand spreads warm between her wings, keeping her pushed down as he holds his lower cock steady to breach her.
Well, he tries to go slow, he really does, but with a garbled whine of her name he fucks in to the hilt and freezes.]
[ There's a certain relief in the tension of her shoulders as he leans back again, shifting just enough to watch him out of the corner of her eye as he pulls out of the gentle grip of her wing to properly take her. Her face is flushed red almost more than before from just the kisses, and feeling his cock head hot between her lower lips.
It's almost cute, the way he loses focus-- if she had been watching and not the one under him she'd have teased him for it, but as it is the too-quick intrusion of him makes her jolt with a high, sharp whine of pleasure. But she's had him before, and she's soaked through dripping with need, so the familiar heavy length of him is adjusted too quickly enough even if she's inclined to clench around him as she exhales a wavering moan.
She manages to twist her shoulders a bit, to bring her arm down-- down between her legs, stretching delicately over where their bodies join and her fingertips pressing gently into the base of him. And, well, it's not that he's not being gentle, or not trying... ]
[She'll be able to feel how both of his dicks twitch and fatten even more with the praise, and the embarrassment thick in his voice. He didn't actually know he liked that. But he's not saying it out loud, because that's terrible.
Because this is Val's fault, he starts fucking into her to cut off any more horrible little praise-adjacent words, the hand not holding her down pressing bruises into a hip.]
[ if there was an actual question somewhere in that noise it's gone now in the wake of his movement: the first thrust drives the air out of her lungs swiftly enough, and her wings (and tail) submissively flatten and shift aside to allow him to properly have his way. Her fingers tremble as she feels his movements into her against them; she can't quite reach far enough at this angle to push her fingers into his entrance when he hilts himself in her but she can certainly dip along the slick edges.
She gets enough breath back as she adjusts, though, to speak again and-- unfortunately-- ignore his command entirely, because why shouldn't he be praised when she feels so fucking good? ]
Good-- good boy, good, keep-- like that, please-- be good, keep going...
[Why can't she be a normal person and just take it? Why do her fingers have to skirt around there? Why is she making the effort? Why does she have these draconic features? Why is she still talking?!
He fists a hand roughly at the base of her skull - yanks like he wants to turn her head and smother her into the sheets, but he just ends up trying to manhandle her with his full strength, on her back.]
[ It's an awkward position, to try to be flipped over with him still deep in her. she hisses in pain, her whole body going taught with it as she's twisted; her hips and legs only half- turned, pushed down onto the bed, but her torso twisted around to more or less face him (and what a nice view of her breasts, truly). The slick-covered hand that had been trying to toy at his entrance jerks up to the hand gripping her hair and skin to dig her own fingers harshly into it.
And she just sort of looks at him with overwhelmed confusion, still breathing hard and shivering with a bit of a wince. ]
What-- wh...
[ a pause, gritting her teeth in a growl that's only somewhat made ineffectual by the way she squirms her hips. ]
[Her confusion is mirrored on his face, too, the splotchy red of it going down all the way to his chest. His scales have shown themselves a lot more than any time he'd been with her, and his tail is lifted high behind him, lashing from side to side.]
I was only - [His brain cells are visibly overheating. He looks at her face, then down at where they're joined, and back up at her, hands tightening on her flanks, and then:]
Oh. [Mumbled. The embarrassment makes his ears dip.] You're not Vidyadhara. [He pulls out slowly, and instead of waiting for her to turn over, he kind of just flops on her, trying to bury his face into her neck.] Forgot.
[ Ah... She's more surprised once she takes in the look on his face, and she relaxes significantly-- more, when his releases her. She does make a small noise of complaint when he pulls out of her, back and tail curving on instinct, but she manages to twist herself just enough to let Dan Feng lay down on her more comfortably.
She's quiet for a long moment, getting her breath back while her arms wrap around him, delicately smoothing over those newly-visible scales and rubbing soothingly over his back. At length, she tilts her head against his temple to murmur: ]
I'm sorry. [ "That I can't be what you want" goes unsaid. ] ... We can pretend a bit more, and I won't complain. You're being so good. I don't want you to stop.
[Dan Feng props himself up on his elbows, bracketing her ribcage. He looks up at her, the pupils of his eyes enormous, and tilts his head to the side, like a puppy trying to listen for something.]
Pretending? [His brow furrows.] Do you think I would use you like that? [He looks down at her mouth, and away, mouth twisting.] I suppose that is warranted.
[ Blinks at him, wide-eyed herself. She keeps contact with him even as he pushes himself up-- letting her arms slide off his shoulders so her fingers can smooth over his chest instead. ]
Ah... no, I didn't mean... I just-- since you were so excited, and I look like this right now... but I'm still human, right? So it's kind of like-- ... like role-play, I thought? Not that I'm very good at it, but...
[ Hesitates, moving her hand to curl her fingers in his hair and tug him back down towards her. ]
... You said-- you'd mark me, and I could mark you back, and even though you scared me before I wanted you so badly. I still want you. ... But if you want to stop...?
[Clearly the only reason to pretend that you're someone you're not in bed is to commit acts of violence or financial treason. Dan Feng leans back down, easy as anything, dropping a kiss on her nose, on her brow, on a cheekbone, on her chin...]
I want you too. But as Valencia. The draconic accoutrements are ... hmm. [He leans in to lick at her lower lip.] Flowers on a grave. Seatbelt on a pilot's seat? A good addition?
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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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But he doesn't force her further. Instead, he hooks his chin over her shoulder, pressing a wet kiss to the base of a horn, to her temple. The hand pinning her wrist lets it go, opting instead to press warm under her navel, just holding her against him, skin against skin.]
I have you, don't I? Say it. Come on. [It's less of an order, and more coaxing, though the strain of holding himself back can be heard in the gravel of his voice.] I have you.
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Her awareness isn't entirely focused but-- but he's trying. She can tell that much, and it warms her, and while she can't really shift her arms comfortably enough to touch him she does manage to twist a wing backwards to grip its blunt claws firmly into his side. She wonders how much of this is the dragon-courtship, the act of "capturing" the chosen mate, and how much is simply Dan Feng; she tries to turn her head a bit more, to kiss him, and makes a shivery noise of complaint when she can only manage to brush her lips against his hair. Her voice is still a bit strained, breathless, when she speaks again. ]
You-- have me. I'm yours.
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Good girl.
[He kneels back upwards. There's kisses on her shoulder, over her nape, before his hand spreads warm between her wings, keeping her pushed down as he holds his lower cock steady to breach her.
Well, he tries to go slow, he really does, but with a garbled whine of her name he fucks in to the hilt and freezes.]
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It's almost cute, the way he loses focus-- if she had been watching and not the one under him she'd have teased him for it, but as it is the too-quick intrusion of him makes her jolt with a high, sharp whine of pleasure. But she's had him before, and she's soaked through dripping with need, so the familiar heavy length of him is adjusted too quickly enough even if she's inclined to clench around him as she exhales a wavering moan.
She manages to twist her shoulders a bit, to bring her arm down-- down between her legs, stretching delicately over where their bodies join and her fingertips pressing gently into the base of him. And, well, it's not that he's not being gentle, or not trying... ]
D-Dan Feng-- good, good boy, like that...
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[She'll be able to feel how both of his dicks twitch and fatten even more with the praise, and the embarrassment thick in his voice. He didn't actually know he liked that. But he's not saying it out loud, because that's terrible.
Because this is Val's fault, he starts fucking into her to cut off any more horrible little praise-adjacent words, the hand not holding her down pressing bruises into a hip.]
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[ if there was an actual question somewhere in that noise it's gone now in the wake of his movement: the first thrust drives the air out of her lungs swiftly enough, and her wings (and tail) submissively flatten and shift aside to allow him to properly have his way. Her fingers tremble as she feels his movements into her against them; she can't quite reach far enough at this angle to push her fingers into his entrance when he hilts himself in her but she can certainly dip along the slick edges.
She gets enough breath back as she adjusts, though, to speak again and-- unfortunately-- ignore his command entirely, because why shouldn't he be praised when she feels so fucking good? ]
Good-- good boy, good, keep-- like that, please-- be good, keep going...
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He fists a hand roughly at the base of her skull - yanks like he wants to turn her head and smother her into the sheets, but he just ends up trying to manhandle her with his full strength, on her back.]
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And she just sort of looks at him with overwhelmed confusion, still breathing hard and shivering with a bit of a wince. ]
What-- wh...
[ a pause, gritting her teeth in a growl that's only somewhat made ineffectual by the way she squirms her hips. ]
-- That hurts!
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I was only - [His brain cells are visibly overheating. He looks at her face, then down at where they're joined, and back up at her, hands tightening on her flanks, and then:]
Oh. [Mumbled. The embarrassment makes his ears dip.] You're not Vidyadhara. [He pulls out slowly, and instead of waiting for her to turn over, he kind of just flops on her, trying to bury his face into her neck.] Forgot.
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She's quiet for a long moment, getting her breath back while her arms wrap around him, delicately smoothing over those newly-visible scales and rubbing soothingly over his back. At length, she tilts her head against his temple to murmur: ]
I'm sorry. [ "That I can't be what you want" goes unsaid. ] ... We can pretend a bit more, and I won't complain. You're being so good. I don't want you to stop.
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Pretending? [His brow furrows.] Do you think I would use you like that? [He looks down at her mouth, and away, mouth twisting.] I suppose that is warranted.
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Ah... no, I didn't mean... I just-- since you were so excited, and I look like this right now... but I'm still human, right? So it's kind of like-- ... like role-play, I thought? Not that I'm very good at it, but...
[ Hesitates, moving her hand to curl her fingers in his hair and tug him back down towards her. ]
... You said-- you'd mark me, and I could mark you back, and even though you scared me before I wanted you so badly. I still want you. ... But if you want to stop...?
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[Clearly the only reason to pretend that you're someone you're not in bed is to commit acts of violence or financial treason. Dan Feng leans back down, easy as anything, dropping a kiss on her nose, on her brow, on a cheekbone, on her chin...]
I want you too. But as Valencia. The draconic accoutrements are ... hmm. [He leans in to lick at her lower lip.] Flowers on a grave. Seatbelt on a pilot's seat? A good addition?
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