[ There's a loooong pause, staring at him, turning over that offer in her head. It's a bit (a lot) distracted because-- well. The smile is one thing, of course it's not as cute as his blush but it is familiar, but the way his hair falls, long and silky, is so pretty.
She reaches up, just a bit, to run her fingers through it, before remembering-- right. he asked a questionOH HE'S OFFERING TO EAT HER OUT.
She blinks owlishly at him for a second, steadily going red again. ]
Like I said. You can touch whatever you want, except for that [Points to the broken one,] horn.
[Dan Feng knows how beautiful he is; he's started several fights via honeypot. But there's something quite different about seeing someone he... doesn't... hate? isn't apathetic about? fascinated with him.
He dips his head to steal a kiss. And then to bite at her lower lip, hoping to nick and draw blood, before trailing kisses down her jaw, and suckling a bruise in the soft hollow of her throat.]
[ She knows it does, if he's willing to tell her enough to not touch it. She doesn't reach for his head just yet though, settling her hand instead against his shoulder-- she presses eagerly into the kiss but gives a sharp noise at the bite, jerking back, tonguing the droplet of blood off of the tiny wound.
It's not so much the pain that stirs that warmth up again between her legs as the attention, the way her instinctive danger alarms start ringing when his mouth presses near her neck. She's distracted again for that moment: she doesn't tilt her head back to bare her throat for him but she doesn't tuck her chin to prevent access either, her whole body shivering and goosebumps rising along her flesh at the feeling. After that she remembers oh, yeah, her pants are only half off before she shifts her legs to kick them off entirely.
[He makes an unamused growl at her moving (even if it was to take her pants off?? can he just not tear them off?? Useless???), and as soon as she stills he slots his legs between hers again.]
It's- [He visibly fights with himself for a moment.] Very sensitive. [He rests his cheek over the curve of one breast, looking up at her face, expecting derision.] Every touch to it for the past seven hundred years was to hurt. And it did. If you touch it I might hurt you on reflex.
[And since he can't abide by such vulnerability he's going to turn his face and nip at the nearest nipple, like it's Valencia's fault, thanks.]
[ Well congratulations she's very very very wet this is like. Barely contained by her panties. Probably more important than her arousal for him though is that without the fabric barrier he can feel that the space between her legs isn't just warm, it's almost hot against him.
The nip gets a sharp little hiss, pushing the pert thing up against his mouth in reflex. The expression he gets when he looks isn't derision, though-- it's earnest attention, even with the desire still clouding her gaze, her brows creased just slightly in sympathy.
Her thigh shifts up a bit, to graze against his cocks, and her hand finally slides into the hair atop his head, brushing her thumb along the base edge of his unbroken horn. Her expression, now, has softened. ]
... Do you know that I wouldn't ever touch it to hurt you, in bed with you? I don't want to hurt you at all, like this. I won't lie and say I wouldn't ever, if you tried to kill me, but here...
Edited (words have meanings and I'm stupid) 2024-03-12 21:56 (UTC)
Valencia, it does not matter what you intend. When you pick up a shard of broken glass every angle will cut you. It is for your own sake that I warn you this one time.
[His face is creased with confused arousal, but he cants his head into her touch anyway, breath hitching when her thumb touches the translucent keratin. She's warm under him and she is warming him with these stupid little things she's saying like Dan Feng's paranoia wouldn't ruin them.
He cups her other breast, firm, and takes a nipple into his mouth again, swirling his tongue around it (a punctuation) (a distraction) (she is very. hot. in all earthly aspects. she should stop talking because all this talk of gentleness makes Dan Feng lightheaded, unused to that kind of attention.)]
... Mm, I get it. I'm just letting you know. I'll do my best to avoid it regardless.
[ She obligingly runs the pad of her thumb feather-light over his horn when he leans into her touch, a smile on her lips and a warm hum in her throat that he can probably feel through her sternum.
Her breath hitches when he puts his mouth over her breast, though, squeezing her thighs lightly around his as she arches up into it. Her fingers curl in his hair instead, encouraging, and she gives a a shivery little laugh once she catches a breath again. ]
You're-- oddly docile. You're really cute like this. It's it because you're enjoying it?
[He's not answering that. He's not answering it, but the way he sort-of hides his face behind a tit gives him away. Dan Feng is extremely touchy like this: where his lips aren't pressed against her skin, his fingers are mapping her freckles out, spaced out as they are.
The kisses trail down her stomach - and then he pillows his head on the jut of a hip, trailing a now-sharp nail up the outside curve of her thigh.]
[ She laughs-- and again when his lips press against her stomach, squirming a bit ticklishly under it. Her tail twitches-- tries to, wrapped up in his-- and her ears are upright with attention as she watches him move down, pleased by his apparent, if brief, bashfulness. It's cute? It's really cute. She's actually a little alarmed how much she's enjoying seeing him like this buuuut also. Also. What if he was like this more. The touches, the attention, all of it-- it's fine to indulge, isn't it? God, she wants.
The fur on her tail poofs out a bit when his nail grazes sharply against her skin, goosebumps raising over the rest of her, and she. Makes a small, embarrassed noise, turning her head to hide her face. ]
[He presses a smile that turns into fang at the crease of her hip and thigh.]
Just being observant.
[He lolls his head heavy against the inside of her thigh, and then taps on her hip, his tail uncurling from hers to wrap around one of her knees, possessive.]
Valencia. [Dan Feng murmurs.] Look at me.
[Because when she looks, he's going to start pulling her panties down. With his teeth.]
[ She arches a little into that feeling, the pressure of him against the inside of her thigh making her instinctively spread her legs for him. Freed, her tail curls up a little against his neck-- almost like it's trying to tuck shyly between her legs but waylaid by his body in the way.
She obediently turns her head a little to look back, though, peering through her hair at him. And holy shit, dude. She watches, the color high in her face and her eyes wide and awed, shivering as she's exposed to the air as his movement drags her fingers from his hair.
maybe. maybe. she is starting to understand POV porn a little. ]
a) literally bites a hole into her panties and tears it off one thigh b) bites a kiss first directly over where her femoral artery is closest to the skin, in the crease of her thigh, and c) starts dragging those kisses down the inside of her thighs, just short of anywhere close where she'd want them.]
[ SHE CAN'T EVEN BE MAD. IT'S REALLY HOT IS THE THING. she can maybe be offended later but she can also bully him into fetching her new undies from foodland, probably. maybe.
The bite (kiss) gets a different reaction entirely-- she gasps, goes stiff under him, her tail bristling a little. Maybe fortunately for him, the red mark quickly blooms on her skin under his mouth, sure to bruise. She watches him in rapt attention though, as his mouth trails its slow way down, face still dark with color and breath caught in her throat, her ears perked upright and shivering with interest (her whole body is, actually). Down there, her unnatural warmth is concentrated into a heat he can easily feel on his skin that close, and... without further action, she unconsciously rolls her hips down towards him, encouraging. Or more like hopeful. ]
[She's like a furnace, and Dan Feng just barely restrains himself, because he's a petty little fucker and the need to get back at her is greater than how horny he is (thanks for the orgasm).
So, now: he presses a kiss just above her clit, the ghost of slick muscle over the sensitive nub, and he parts her lower lips with his tongue, slowly opening her up like he has all the time in the world. She'll be able to see the way his eyes crinkle up at her - he knows how annoying on purpose he's being.]
[ Val makes a face at him-- an attempt at a scowl, disrupted entirely by the redness of her cheeks and she way she arches beneath him. But-- he's at least touching her, which is leagues better than not touching her, and she relaxes back against the blankets with a soft sigh.
She shivers as that smooth tongue brushes over her, just enough to entice, her head laid back but tilted so she can still watch him. It's not as rough as Sett's-- or as wide-- but she's a little surprised by the... strength? of it? As it pushes between her lips. She barely manages to hold back a louder groan than intended, her ears pressed flat with embarrassment at the look he's giving her.
... So she reaches down, carefully, to brush her fingers down along the curve of his horn and into his hair a bit. Her voice is a little strained. ]
[The touch at his horn makes him twitch, eyes shuttering, and he lolls his head against her thigh. He is not very good at all with controlling his reactions with his horns, and he makes up for it by being even more of an ass.]
What do we say when we want something? [Like he doesn't have his mouth half-open, realizing that he's depriving her just as much he's depriving himself.]
[ Well. Her face heats up, but unlike Dan Feng she is not at all ashamed of asking for what she wants. Or begging, as the case may be. It's embarrassing, sure, but the desire in her right now, with the feel of his breath hot against her skin, far exceeded any shame. Not when he was already between her legs, and certainly not when hunger chew, sharp-fanged, the edges of her self-control.
She only hesitates a moment, leg straining a little against the grip of his coiled tail and her hand curling into his hair, before she mumbles. ]
[See, Dan Feng's easy, but he's especially weak to people submitting to him.]
Good girl.
[He then slides his hands under her thighs and yanks her down, holding her in place, as he fucks his tongue into her cunt. It's definitely longer than a human's, prehensile and muscular like his tail, and like this, all traces of his shame are gone, as he falls further into her scent and how hot she is inside.
He pulls out after a few moments of this, then, lower half of his face slick with both of them. A mischievous slide of tongue over her folds, ending with a broad stroke over her clit, starting an enthusiastic, steady rhythm, looking up at her as he watches her face.]
For all that his tongue feels great (more than great, frankly), it really seems to be the praise that does... Something More, her expression twisting a little into something simultaneously embarrassed to all hell and desperately horny. She bucks up against his mouth as his tongue fucks into her in an unconscious movement, her grip on his hair briefly tightening as she's yanked down against his mouth; she releases him quickly enough because covering her face with her arms to muffle her sharp cry of pleasure is a higher priority at this moment.
It's a little like Phel's tentacles, isn't it? Thinner-- no suction cups, obviously-- but still dextrous in a way that makes her arch up towards him, press him deeper, feel the length of him as she squeezes down, coils that pleasure even hotter, tighter. She whimpers when he pulls out-- a noise that trails into a shaky moan muffled into her arm as his focus shifts, her thighs trembling under his grip like she's doing her very best to hold on.
But, well. Not good enough, because it truly only takes a few moments or so of that sustained pressure for her control to collapse entirely inward with her orgasm. She bites her lip with a high, sharp noise as her thighs grip the side of his face, yanking one of his myriad soft things down to cover hers in some effort to mask that embarrassment (as if she wasn't entirely blotchy red down to her chest).
Though not quite as obvious as his, if Dan Feng's paying attention he can absolutely see the way her Mouth seems to "bite" nothing, tongue licking its teeth. ]
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She reaches up, just a bit, to run her fingers through it, before remembering-- right. he asked a questionOH HE'S OFFERING TO EAT HER OUT.
She blinks owlishly at him for a second, steadily going red again. ]
-- Yes.
Re: DAY 16 NSFW
[Dan Feng knows how beautiful he is; he's started several fights via honeypot. But there's something quite different about seeing someone he... doesn't... hate? isn't apathetic about? fascinated with him.
He dips his head to steal a kiss. And then to bite at her lower lip, hoping to nick and draw blood, before trailing kisses down her jaw, and suckling a bruise in the soft hollow of her throat.]
Re: DAY 16 NSFW
[ She knows it does, if he's willing to tell her enough to not touch it. She doesn't reach for his head just yet though, settling her hand instead against his shoulder-- she presses eagerly into the kiss but gives a sharp noise at the bite, jerking back, tonguing the droplet of blood off of the tiny wound.
It's not so much the pain that stirs that warmth up again between her legs as the attention, the way her instinctive danger alarms start ringing when his mouth presses near her neck. She's distracted again for that moment: she doesn't tilt her head back to bare her throat for him but she doesn't tuck her chin to prevent access either, her whole body shivering and goosebumps rising along her flesh at the feeling. After that she remembers oh, yeah, her pants are only half off before she shifts her legs to kick them off entirely.
Unlike some people she wears underwear though. ]
Re: DAY 16 NSFW
It's- [He visibly fights with himself for a moment.] Very sensitive. [He rests his cheek over the curve of one breast, looking up at her face, expecting derision.] Every touch to it for the past seven hundred years was to hurt. And it did. If you touch it I might hurt you on reflex.
[And since he can't abide by such vulnerability he's going to turn his face and nip at the nearest nipple, like it's Valencia's fault, thanks.]
Re: DAY 16 NSFW
The nip gets a sharp little hiss, pushing the pert thing up against his mouth in reflex. The expression he gets when he looks isn't derision, though-- it's earnest attention, even with the desire still clouding her gaze, her brows creased just slightly in sympathy.
Her thigh shifts up a bit, to graze against his cocks, and her hand finally slides into the hair atop his head, brushing her thumb along the base edge of his unbroken horn. Her expression, now, has softened. ]
... Do you know that I wouldn't ever touch it to hurt you, in bed with you? I don't want to hurt you at all, like this. I won't lie and say I wouldn't ever, if you tried to kill me, but here...
Re: DAY 16 NSFW
[His face is creased with confused arousal, but he cants his head into her touch anyway, breath hitching when her thumb touches the translucent keratin. She's warm under him and she is warming him with these stupid little things she's saying like Dan Feng's paranoia wouldn't ruin them.
He cups her other breast, firm, and takes a nipple into his mouth again, swirling his tongue around it (a punctuation) (a distraction) (she is very. hot. in all earthly aspects. she should stop talking because all this talk of gentleness makes Dan Feng lightheaded, unused to that kind of attention.)]
Re: DAY 16 NSFW
[ She obligingly runs the pad of her thumb feather-light over his horn when he leans into her touch, a smile on her lips and a warm hum in her throat that he can probably feel through her sternum.
Her breath hitches when he puts his mouth over her breast, though, squeezing her thighs lightly around his as she arches up into it. Her fingers curl in his hair instead, encouraging, and she gives a a shivery little laugh once she catches a breath again. ]
You're-- oddly docile. You're really cute like this. It's it because you're enjoying it?
Re: DAY 16 NSFW
[He's not answering that. He's not answering it, but the way he sort-of hides his face behind a tit gives him away. Dan Feng is extremely touchy like this: where his lips aren't pressed against her skin, his fingers are mapping her freckles out, spaced out as they are.
The kisses trail down her stomach - and then he pillows his head on the jut of a hip, trailing a now-sharp nail up the outside curve of her thigh.]
I can see how wet you are.
Re: DAY 16 NSFW
[ She laughs-- and again when his lips press against her stomach, squirming a bit ticklishly under it. Her tail twitches-- tries to, wrapped up in his-- and her ears are upright with attention as she watches him move down, pleased by his apparent, if brief, bashfulness. It's cute? It's really cute. She's actually a little alarmed how much she's enjoying seeing him like this buuuut also. Also. What if he was like this more. The touches, the attention, all of it-- it's fine to indulge, isn't it? God, she wants.
The fur on her tail poofs out a bit when his nail grazes sharply against her skin, goosebumps raising over the rest of her, and she. Makes a small, embarrassed noise, turning her head to hide her face. ]
-- You don't have to point it out...
Re: DAY 16 NSFW
Just being observant.
[He lolls his head heavy against the inside of her thigh, and then taps on her hip, his tail uncurling from hers to wrap around one of her knees, possessive.]
Valencia. [Dan Feng murmurs.] Look at me.
[Because when she looks, he's going to start pulling her panties down. With his teeth.]
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She obediently turns her head a little to look back, though, peering through her hair at him. And holy shit, dude. She watches, the color high in her face and her eyes wide and awed, shivering as she's exposed to the air as his movement drags her fingers from his hair.
maybe. maybe. she is starting to understand POV porn a little. ]
Re: DAY 16 NSFW
a) literally bites a hole into her panties and tears it off one thigh
b) bites a kiss first directly over where her femoral artery is closest to the skin, in the crease of her thigh, and
c) starts dragging those kisses down the inside of her thighs, just short of anywhere close where she'd want them.]
Re: DAY 16 NSFW
The bite (kiss) gets a different reaction entirely-- she gasps, goes stiff under him, her tail bristling a little. Maybe fortunately for him, the red mark quickly blooms on her skin under his mouth, sure to bruise. She watches him in rapt attention though, as his mouth trails its slow way down, face still dark with color and breath caught in her throat, her ears perked upright and shivering with interest (her whole body is, actually). Down there, her unnatural warmth is concentrated into a heat he can easily feel on his skin that close, and... without further action, she unconsciously rolls her hips down towards him, encouraging. Or more like hopeful. ]
Hey...
Re: DAY 16 NSFW
So, now: he presses a kiss just above her clit, the ghost of slick muscle over the sensitive nub, and he parts her lower lips with his tongue, slowly opening her up like he has all the time in the world. She'll be able to see the way his eyes crinkle up at her - he knows how annoying on purpose he's being.]
Re: DAY 16 NSFW
She shivers as that smooth tongue brushes over her, just enough to entice, her head laid back but tilted so she can still watch him. It's not as rough as Sett's-- or as wide-- but she's a little surprised by the... strength? of it? As it pushes between her lips. She barely manages to hold back a louder groan than intended, her ears pressed flat with embarrassment at the look he's giving her.
... So she reaches down, carefully, to brush her fingers down along the curve of his horn and into his hair a bit. Her voice is a little strained. ]
Stop-- looking at me like that... come on.
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What do we say when we want something? [Like he doesn't have his mouth half-open, realizing that he's depriving her just as much he's depriving himself.]
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She only hesitates a moment, leg straining a little against the grip of his coiled tail and her hand curling into his hair, before she mumbles. ]
-- Please. Dan Feng.
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Good girl.
[He then slides his hands under her thighs and yanks her down, holding her in place, as he fucks his tongue into her cunt. It's definitely longer than a human's, prehensile and muscular like his tail, and like this, all traces of his shame are gone, as he falls further into her scent and how hot she is inside.
He pulls out after a few moments of this, then, lower half of his face slick with both of them. A mischievous slide of tongue over her folds, ending with a broad stroke over her clit, starting an enthusiastic, steady rhythm, looking up at her as he watches her face.]
Re: DAY 16 NSFW
For all that his tongue feels great (more than great, frankly), it really seems to be the praise that does... Something More, her expression twisting a little into something simultaneously embarrassed to all hell and desperately horny. She bucks up against his mouth as his tongue fucks into her in an unconscious movement, her grip on his hair briefly tightening as she's yanked down against his mouth; she releases him quickly enough because covering her face with her arms to muffle her sharp cry of pleasure is a higher priority at this moment.
It's a little like Phel's tentacles, isn't it? Thinner-- no suction cups, obviously-- but still dextrous in a way that makes her arch up towards him, press him deeper, feel the length of him as she squeezes down, coils that pleasure even hotter, tighter. She whimpers when he pulls out-- a noise that trails into a shaky moan muffled into her arm as his focus shifts, her thighs trembling under his grip like she's doing her very best to hold on.
But, well. Not good enough, because it truly only takes a few moments or so of that sustained pressure for her control to collapse entirely inward with her orgasm. She bites her lip with a high, sharp noise as her thighs grip the side of his face, yanking one of his myriad soft things down to cover hers in some effort to mask that embarrassment (as if she wasn't entirely blotchy red down to her chest).
Though not quite as obvious as his, if Dan Feng's paying attention he can absolutely see the way her Mouth seems to "bite" nothing, tongue licking its teeth. ]