[ 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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Re: we both did... rip
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...
Re: we both did... rip
[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.]
Re: we both did... rip
[ 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...
Re: we both did... rip
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...?
Re: we both did... rip
[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?
Re: we both did... rip
[ 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 ]
Re: we both did... rip
[ 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.
Re: we both did... rip
[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. ]