[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?
[ She closes her eyes under those kisses, blushing furiously, and when he finally gets to her lips she huffs a breath, exasperated. Where's my kiss!!
But she contents herself with just smoothing a thumb over his cheek instead, through his hair to his ears, just... looking over his face. His words don't help the blush any, obviously, but she does try to calm down the strange warmth that rises in her chest because of it. ]
You just seemed-- so excited, when you saw? And it felt...
[ trails off a bit... then lays her head back with an embarrassed frown, tilting her head to look anywhere but directly at him for the moment. ]
... I've never seen you look so-- hungry, before. Not towards me, not like that. And the way you were acting... I-- like it, I think...? I don't mind being treated like a-- like one of your kind, for a while, even if I'm less sturdy.
[Dan Feng seems to digest this for a moment, looking at her as she's turned away.
And the he props himself up on his hands, bracketing her shoulders as his hair falls down like a curtain around them, eyes (literally) luminous. He knocks her knees apart with his tail so he can settle between them, dropping his hips so he can slide a cock against the crease of hip and thigh.]
Then you will let me know if I hurt you, and you start minding it. [There's the undercurrent of a growl as he breathes out.] Otherwise you shall take what I give you whether you like it or not. I will not stop until you are round with my seed.
[ She takes in a sharp breath as his tail spreads her legs again though and she does go along eagerly, even if she's so red she kind of looks like she's about to die. Who says something like that??? In some weird way in the back of her mind the idea of being filled to the brim stirs something hot within her, aching between her legs, or maybe it's just the teasing closeness of his cocks, close but not nearly close enough to press into her? Hasn't he already left her empty long enough, as sweet as he's been...?
She makes a little bit of a face at "whether you like it or not" but she also can't deny the electric tingle of pleasure it sends up her spine and along her scalp, making her shiver; she keeps one hand warm against his collar and the other slides down, to curl over the heads of his lengths. Even as she wiggles her hips down a bit more, urging.
She can't keep the stutter out of her voice, unfortunately, but-- ]
[Unlike the dark and sexy protagonist of a terrible harlequin romance, however, what she said makes Dan Feng visibly take in a deep breath and hide his face in one of her tits, so as to not come. He realizes this is counterproductive, and worries at a nipple with a sharp fang, laving the red marks with his tongue, because once again this is her fault.
After said moment, he finally sits back up, and hoists one of her knees over his shoulder.]
Look at me, darling. [Because he's thumbing her cunt open wide with one hand, and pressing his cocks together with the other, slowly pressing into her - watching her face.]
[ cute...? The effect on him isn't lost on her, and she can't stop the private little smile as he hides against her-- his fang on the sensitive nipple is met with a sharp hiss of pain, though she only digs her fingers against his neck instead of trying to stop him.
But she does look at him when asked, even if she can't stop her gaze from drifting down, pulling her hand back to rest over her stomach so she can sneak glances at his combined cocks as he prepares. And when he presses in...
She exhales, long and slow, visibly relaxing back as he stretches her. It is similar to Sett, at least, but the difference in shape make it feel all that more intense, sparking little shivers of pleasure up along her spine. She makes a soft noise as he sinks into her, eyes half lidded and lips parted, both of her hands stretching to drag her fingers over the scales on his hips. ]
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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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[ She closes her eyes under those kisses, blushing furiously, and when he finally gets to her lips she huffs a breath, exasperated. Where's my kiss!!
But she contents herself with just smoothing a thumb over his cheek instead, through his hair to his ears, just... looking over his face. His words don't help the blush any, obviously, but she does try to calm down the strange warmth that rises in her chest because of it. ]
You just seemed-- so excited, when you saw? And it felt...
[ trails off a bit... then lays her head back with an embarrassed frown, tilting her head to look anywhere but directly at him for the moment. ]
... I've never seen you look so-- hungry, before. Not towards me, not like that. And the way you were acting... I-- like it, I think...? I don't mind being treated like a-- like one of your kind, for a while, even if I'm less sturdy.
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And the he props himself up on his hands, bracketing her shoulders as his hair falls down like a curtain around them, eyes (literally) luminous. He knocks her knees apart with his tail so he can settle between them, dropping his hips so he can slide a cock against the crease of hip and thigh.]
Then you will let me know if I hurt you, and you start minding it. [There's the undercurrent of a growl as he breathes out.] Otherwise you shall take what I give you whether you like it or not. I will not stop until you are round with my seed.
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[ what kind of fanfiction have i found myself in ]
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[ She takes in a sharp breath as his tail spreads her legs again though and she does go along eagerly, even if she's so red she kind of looks like she's about to die. Who says something like that??? In some weird way in the back of her mind the idea of being filled to the brim stirs something hot within her, aching between her legs, or maybe it's just the teasing closeness of his cocks, close but not nearly close enough to press into her? Hasn't he already left her empty long enough, as sweet as he's been...?
She makes a little bit of a face at "whether you like it or not" but she also can't deny the electric tingle of pleasure it sends up her spine and along her scalp, making her shiver; she keeps one hand warm against his collar and the other slides down, to curl over the heads of his lengths. Even as she wiggles her hips down a bit more, urging.
She can't keep the stutter out of her voice, unfortunately, but-- ]
T-then, you-- you should f. Fill me-- up.
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[Unlike the dark and sexy protagonist of a terrible harlequin romance, however, what she said makes Dan Feng visibly take in a deep breath and hide his face in one of her tits, so as to not come. He realizes this is counterproductive, and worries at a nipple with a sharp fang, laving the red marks with his tongue, because once again this is her fault.
After said moment, he finally sits back up, and hoists one of her knees over his shoulder.]
Look at me, darling. [Because he's thumbing her cunt open wide with one hand, and pressing his cocks together with the other, slowly pressing into her - watching her face.]
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But she does look at him when asked, even if she can't stop her gaze from drifting down, pulling her hand back to rest over her stomach so she can sneak glances at his combined cocks as he prepares. And when he presses in...
She exhales, long and slow, visibly relaxing back as he stretches her. It is similar to Sett, at least, but the difference in shape make it feel all that more intense, sparking little shivers of pleasure up along her spine. She makes a soft noise as he sinks into her, eyes half lidded and lips parted, both of her hands stretching to drag her fingers over the scales on his hips. ]