[ ... Oh, really cute. She wishes she could have had time to reduce Aphelios to this. No, think about the now, the now.
Her tail does curl, pleased, at his acquiescence, and she shifts one hand back to cover his on his shoulder and give his arm a reassuring stroke. The other hand, more carefully, slides through his hair. Cups his cheek, strokes up along his ear and temple, her thumb smoothing feather-light against the base of his horn like she did the first time they'd done this. The self-control involved right now in keeping herself from just lurching back in is frankly phenomenal; she fights the temptation by rocking, hot and meaningful, down against his bulge. ]
... Thank you. I really, really want to make you feel good.
[ And then she shifts forward again to press her lips to his horn. Much more carefully this time, her tongue light over the surface of it only in that one place. ]
[Even when he's expecting it, it's still like a bolt of lightning going directly down between his legs. Dan Feng's mouth mindlessly finds one of her nipples, his hand warm on the round of her breast as he laves attention to the peak of it.]
More. [How he manages to sound petulant when panting, the world will never know.]
[ Yaaaay she makes a shivery little noise as he does that, eagerly arching towards the warmth of his mouth, the noise a soft reverberation against the horn.
He asked for more though, so she easily gives: her palm cradles the back of his head while her lips travel upwards along the length of it, leaving small, wet kisses in their wake. And once she reaches the curved tip she tilts her head down again to repeat the motion from earlier, running the tip of her tongue up along the whole of it.
He'll get maybe a minute to adjust to that before she just wraps her lips around what she can of it wholesale, though. Good luck buddy! ]
[A minute is not enough to adjust to that. His horns are just - translucent, slightly warm keratin, why is it so - what is she doing -
The moan he stifles into the valley of her breasts is absolutely pornographic, and all of a sudden, he goes boneless under her, hands digging bruises into her hips. The scent of sea brine winds thick into the air.]
V-Val-- Valencia-?!
[Anyway yeah so that one single thing just made him come, clenching violently around nothing, and his cocks are now straining painfully against the apex of her legs.]
The moan shoots an electric line of pleasure, through her chest and down, and she groans lightly around his horn-- sucks a little, tongue curled around it. She doesn't notice the sudden change in his posture until his fingers are digging hard into her flesh, and she pulls off of the horn with an obscene pop, licking her lips as she looks down at him with a curious noise.
-- Which quickly turns into a soft laugh, pressing firm down against him, her whole face and neck gone red and her eyes delighted by the mess he's made of himself. Her hand slides through his hair again, fingers curling gently around his horn to rub along it. ]
[Dan Feng looks up at her with a fucked-out expression, mouth slightly open, pupils blown dark gold, hands loose around around her waist. He looks at her like someone who's had a religious experience, actually, and there's no snarky remark from him this time.
Instead, he strains upward, trying to kiss her with wordless, desperate breaths, but her hold on his horn is stopping him. He'll regret this later, letting Valencia know how stupid and pliant he gets after an Aeons-damned hornjob, but right now he just really wants--]
[ Perhaps the view isn't helped by the indulgent way she smiles at him, ears perked forward, or the fully-bloomed glories dotting her hair. When he tries to move though she lets her hand slip from the horn, terribly gentle, and slide back into his hair.
It's good. It's really good; in the back of her mind this is solidified as an increasingly effective way of handling him, the same way pulling on Sett's ears are. More importantly, though, it feels powerful to reduce someone to this. To make them want her.
She lets him move again, and meets his lips with hers with a soft, needy noise, her tail curling down against his thigh. ]
[He's the one who deepens it, tilting his head to the side to fit their mouths together, chasing after her taste and breath and that memory of her saying, I want you to feel good.]
Minx. That was incredible-- [Purred, as he breaks the kiss, carding a hand through and tugging her hair loose, nails firm down her scalp, at the base of an ear. His other hand slides under her waistband, curving over her ass, pulling down as he grinds up into her.]
You're wearing too much. [Now if only Dan Feng can rub enough brain cells together to realize the way he's clinging to her prevents this from being rectified...]
[ The -- compliment? Nickname? Purr?-- gets a full-bodied shiver from her, panting a little as they separate, the flavor on her tongue all the subtle sweet of mooncake and the bitter smokiness of her tea.
She makes another little noise at his words-- yes, she agrees, she is wearing far too much, especially when that bulge is pressing so intently between her legs, where she aches with the need to be filled. It's a strange sensation-- yes, she's been intensely horny before, but this went beyond simple desire-- but not one she's willing to ignore. ]
Nn-- let me--
[ She kisses him again, leaning forward into him for support as she raises herself up onto her knees-- just enough to awkwardly shuffle her pants down and off one leg, which is about as far away from his touch as she can stand.
She reaches down to pull on his waistband, to lower it enough that she might free him from its confines (pants) so he can sheath it or them into BETTER confines (her). ]
[While she's trying to get his cocks out, Dan Feng will be helpful (?) by giving her motivation (?) - a hand between her spread legs, two fingers pushing the crotch of her panties to the side, up into her, hilting, his thumb on her clit all at once.]
[ oh god. okay. She's completely waylaid by the sudden attention because-- yes, she is dripping, thank you for noticing. He might be pleased to find that she's practically furnace-hot, too-- more than usual.
More importantly though when he sinks both fingers in at once she gives a sharp, desperate noise, burying her face into his neck and clamping vice-tight down on him with a jerk of her hips. She tries to say something, she really does, but it mostly gets slurred into the noise of pleasure, her ears flat and tail curling-lashing-curling in confused repetition. ]
[His inflection goes up at the end, because he's never seen her lost in sensation like this, and quite frankly, it's making him lose his mind, because it's really fucking hot.
His thumb starts moving in slick, featherlight circles, and he threads fingers through her hair to try and tug her head far away enough so he can see her face.]
It's just two fingers? Are you this much of a slut?
[ she shudders against him, rocking into his touch to chase that sensation, stirring little sparks of pleasure through her in waves.
She winces when he pulls her back though, face flushed and panting, another plea on her lips--
-- which quickly dies as what he says permeates the fog of lust, cooling her blush rapidly and her ears pinning flat. ... Was she? Did this make her a slut? Maybe he was right-- after all her protest before, here she was, letting herself be finger-fucked practically in public. It couldn't be all the tea, could it? Certainly things felt different-- far more intense than usual-- but if she wasn't... that kind of person, surely she could have just...? ]
[Her body language doesn't react the way he thinks she will, and while this has never stopped Dan Feng before with anyone he'd slept with for missions, this feels- different. He pulls his fingers out, cleaning them with hydromancy with a flick of his hand, and tries to wrangle her hands so he can hold them.]
[ She just looks COMPLETELY baffled by the handholding, with a confusing mix of desires-- the appreciation that he stopped to question, the embarrassment of being questioned and ruining the moment for him, the confusion of him caring enough to stop at all and why did he stop? The lust doesn't care about her feelings; she still needs, which is frustrating, when her brain and her heart is battling it. ]
Nn. No, I-- sorry, I didn't mean--
[ What the fuck do you even say to that. She looks at their joined hands, her fluster slowly returning. ... Ah, this was embarrassing. ]
[There's a long, awkward pause, where Dan Feng cools off a little, too, because he's thinking hard about what to do. What would Jing Yuan do in this situation. That was a really weird thing to think about when he'd been knuckle deep in someone else less than five minutes ago, but that was the downside of having another living creature as your moral compass.]
I can call you other things? [He kind of bounces her hands?] I do not know much of what you like.
[ how has filthy outdoor sex with a dragon become so embarrassing so quickly. Her fluster quickly deepens, at least, because he's trying to be sweet and that's really fucking cute and god maybe she is a slut she wants to fuck him into the dirt so fucking bad.
She. Whines, just a little, her tail lashing. What does she like? Oh, this is a new level of embarrassment. ]
I-I.
[ A long pause, clearly struggling, but. ]
... When Sett and I-- I. I do like it, when you talk, and-- I don't mind... some of the things you say, but when we would he'd. He'd do things like say it felt great or call me a good girl...
[Dan Feng looks at her with a concentration one would normally reserve for calculating tax returns, before sliding his hands up the insides of her wrists, leaning in very close so there's barely an inch of space between them.
He can't really sound not dangerous, with his voice low and silky like this, but Dan Feng is very good at taking care of his things.]
Does that mean you'll do your best for me, my treasure?
[ Well. That certainly does something, because her whole face and neck flush red-hot, her breath catching in her throat. The confusion doesn't quite leave her eyes, because wow this has gone SO far in the opposite direction and it's also never something that's been said to her before, but leave it to Dan Feng to take anything to some sort of extreme.
She stumbles over her response at first, surprised by just how much that struck a chord of desire straight through her, but-- ]
[He dips his head to take her lower lip between his teeth, gently tugging at it, pressing their foreheads together.]
Good girl. I'll take care of you.
[Today in Valencia Reaps What She Sows,]
Kneel like you've done before. Hands behind your back. [His tone takes on of one who is used to being obeyed, a little haughty. He tugs the middle of the hem of her shirt and bra up, holds them up to her mouth.] Hold these up for me so I can see all of you.
[ Oh we've swerved again. Her ears perk-- flick, confused-- perk, with a shivery little noise as he pulls off her lip. She doesn't... particularly want to get off his lap, to do what he asks, but we're really discovering some new fun things about ourselves today huh. It's embarrassing because, objectively, he sounds stupid. This sounds like bad YA male leads in books her college friends like. She is so fucking horny however.
She slowly shuffles back, onto her knees-- stares at the cloth in his hand before obeying, biting them between her teeth-- and quickly cycles through a few thoughts. The miserable lack of contact now, like this, when all she wanted was to melt against him. The raising goosebumps as cool air washes over her mostly-nude body, fingers digging into her own wrists to keep them locked behind her.
And the intense desire fighting with the embarrassment of being "on display" for someone, posed, for their pleasure of viewing. She mumbles a little, muffled around the shirt: ]
[His tail curls around them, wrapping around one of her thighs, the fur of it just barely brushing against the apex of her legs. One warm hand hefts the weight of a breast, kneading it with the impartiality of one picking out fruit at the market.
And then: his other hand palms down her belly, a finger dipping into her, the meat of his palm rolling over her clit.]
That fluster deepens as he gropes her, her hips shifting slightly forward as the fur brushes over her flesh. She watches his hand move down again, eyes half-lidded and quickly hazing over with pleasure, stomach fluttering under his touch.
It doesn't take much to work her back up to where she was a few moments ago, honestly: his finger presses into her and she gives him a muffled, needy noise in response, squeezing around him and pressing down against it. But even without that his words do seem to be having quite the effect-- even if her expression looks more embarrassed than anything having to hear it, her ears and tail give away the intense interest. ]
[Incredibly enough, she feels warmer than usual, inside, and she'll be able to see him jerk visibly when he clenches around his finger.]
So wet and hot for me. [Without warning, he fucks four fingers into her, grinding his thumb into her clit, almost leisurely; the hand on her breast rolls a nipple meanly between his thumb and forefinger.] You are not to come until I say so. You will take only what I will give you. Understand?
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Her tail does curl, pleased, at his acquiescence, and she shifts one hand back to cover his on his shoulder and give his arm a reassuring stroke. The other hand, more carefully, slides through his hair. Cups his cheek, strokes up along his ear and temple, her thumb smoothing feather-light against the base of his horn like she did the first time they'd done this. The self-control involved right now in keeping herself from just lurching back in is frankly phenomenal; she fights the temptation by rocking, hot and meaningful, down against his bulge. ]
... Thank you. I really, really want to make you feel good.
[ And then she shifts forward again to press her lips to his horn. Much more carefully this time, her tongue light over the surface of it only in that one place. ]
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More. [How he manages to sound petulant when panting, the world will never know.]
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He asked for more though, so she easily gives: her palm cradles the back of his head while her lips travel upwards along the length of it, leaving small, wet kisses in their wake. And once she reaches the curved tip she tilts her head down again to repeat the motion from earlier, running the tip of her tongue up along the whole of it.
He'll get maybe a minute to adjust to that before she just wraps her lips around what she can of it wholesale, though. Good luck buddy! ]
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The moan he stifles into the valley of her breasts is absolutely pornographic, and all of a sudden, he goes boneless under her, hands digging bruises into her hips. The scent of sea brine winds thick into the air.]
V-Val-- Valencia-?!
[Anyway yeah so that one single thing just made him come, clenching violently around nothing, and his cocks are now straining painfully against the apex of her legs.]
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The moan shoots an electric line of pleasure, through her chest and down, and she groans lightly around his horn-- sucks a little, tongue curled around it. She doesn't notice the sudden change in his posture until his fingers are digging hard into her flesh, and she pulls off of the horn with an obscene pop, licking her lips as she looks down at him with a curious noise.
-- Which quickly turns into a soft laugh, pressing firm down against him, her whole face and neck gone red and her eyes delighted by the mess he's made of himself. Her hand slides through his hair again, fingers curling gently around his horn to rub along it. ]
I really love it when you're cute like this.
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Instead, he strains upward, trying to kiss her with wordless, desperate breaths, but her hold on his horn is stopping him. He'll regret this later, letting Valencia know how stupid and pliant he gets after an Aeons-damned hornjob, but right now he just really wants--]
Kiss me?
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It's good. It's really good; in the back of her mind this is solidified as an increasingly effective way of handling him, the same way pulling on Sett's ears are. More importantly, though, it feels powerful to reduce someone to this. To make them want her.
She lets him move again, and meets his lips with hers with a soft, needy noise, her tail curling down against his thigh. ]
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Minx. That was incredible-- [Purred, as he breaks the kiss, carding a hand through and tugging her hair loose, nails firm down her scalp, at the base of an ear. His other hand slides under her waistband, curving over her ass, pulling down as he grinds up into her.]
You're wearing too much. [Now if only Dan Feng can rub enough brain cells together to realize the way he's clinging to her prevents this from being rectified...]
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She makes another little noise at his words-- yes, she agrees, she is wearing far too much, especially when that bulge is pressing so intently between her legs, where she aches with the need to be filled. It's a strange sensation-- yes, she's been intensely horny before, but this went beyond simple desire-- but not one she's willing to ignore. ]
Nn-- let me--
[ She kisses him again, leaning forward into him for support as she raises herself up onto her knees-- just enough to awkwardly shuffle her pants down and off one leg, which is about as far away from his touch as she can stand.
She reaches down to pull on his waistband, to lower it enough that she might free him from its confines (pants) so he can sheath it or them into BETTER confines (her). ]
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You're dripping. [He sounds a little in awe.]
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More importantly though when he sinks both fingers in at once she gives a sharp, desperate noise, burying her face into his neck and clamping vice-tight down on him with a jerk of her hips. She tries to say something, she really does, but it mostly gets slurred into the noise of pleasure, her ears flat and tail curling-lashing-curling in confused repetition. ]
Hhhh-- nnnggh please--
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[His inflection goes up at the end, because he's never seen her lost in sensation like this, and quite frankly, it's making him lose his mind, because it's really fucking hot.
His thumb starts moving in slick, featherlight circles, and he threads fingers through her hair to try and tug her head far away enough so he can see her face.]
It's just two fingers? Are you this much of a slut?
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She winces when he pulls her back though, face flushed and panting, another plea on her lips--
-- which quickly dies as what he says permeates the fog of lust, cooling her blush rapidly and her ears pinning flat. ... Was she? Did this make her a slut? Maybe he was right-- after all her protest before, here she was, letting herself be finger-fucked practically in public. It couldn't be all the tea, could it? Certainly things felt different-- far more intense than usual-- but if she wasn't... that kind of person, surely she could have just...? ]
... I--
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[Her body language doesn't react the way he thinks she will, and while this has never stopped Dan Feng before with anyone he'd slept with for missions, this feels- different. He pulls his fingers out, cleaning them with hydromancy with a flick of his hand, and tries to wrangle her hands so he can hold them.]
Have you not been called that before?
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Nn. No, I-- sorry, I didn't mean--
[ What the fuck do you even say to that. She looks at their joined hands, her fluster slowly returning. ... Ah, this was embarrassing. ]
... It. Surprised me, that's all.
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I can call you other things? [He kind of bounces her hands?] I do not know much of what you like.
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She. Whines, just a little, her tail lashing. What does she like? Oh, this is a new level of embarrassment. ]
I-I.
[ A long pause, clearly struggling, but. ]
... When Sett and I-- I. I do like it, when you talk, and-- I don't mind... some of the things you say, but when we would he'd. He'd do things like say it felt great or call me a good girl...
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He can't really sound not dangerous, with his voice low and silky like this, but Dan Feng is very good at taking care of his things.]
Does that mean you'll do your best for me, my treasure?
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She stumbles over her response at first, surprised by just how much that struck a chord of desire straight through her, but-- ]
Y-y-yyy. Yes. Yes? Yes. Please?
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Good girl. I'll take care of you.
[Today in Valencia Reaps What She Sows,]
Kneel like you've done before. Hands behind your back. [His tone takes on of one who is used to being obeyed, a little haughty. He tugs the middle of the hem of her shirt and bra up, holds them up to her mouth.] Hold these up for me so I can see all of you.
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She slowly shuffles back, onto her knees-- stares at the cloth in his hand before obeying, biting them between her teeth-- and quickly cycles through a few thoughts. The miserable lack of contact now, like this, when all she wanted was to melt against him. The raising goosebumps as cool air washes over her mostly-nude body, fingers digging into her own wrists to keep them locked behind her.
And the intense desire fighting with the embarrassment of being "on display" for someone, posed, for their pleasure of viewing. She mumbles a little, muffled around the shirt: ]
It's-- nothing you haven't seen...?
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[His tail curls around them, wrapping around one of her thighs, the fur of it just barely brushing against the apex of her legs. One warm hand hefts the weight of a breast, kneading it with the impartiality of one picking out fruit at the market.
And then: his other hand palms down her belly, a finger dipping into her, the meat of his palm rolling over her clit.]
Such a beautiful spitfire of a creature.
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That fluster deepens as he gropes her, her hips shifting slightly forward as the fur brushes over her flesh. She watches his hand move down again, eyes half-lidded and quickly hazing over with pleasure, stomach fluttering under his touch.
It doesn't take much to work her back up to where she was a few moments ago, honestly: his finger presses into her and she gives him a muffled, needy noise in response, squeezing around him and pressing down against it. But even without that his words do seem to be having quite the effect-- even if her expression looks more embarrassed than anything having to hear it, her ears and tail give away the intense interest. ]
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So wet and hot for me. [Without warning, he fucks four fingers into her, grinding his thumb into her clit, almost leisurely; the hand on her breast rolls a nipple meanly between his thumb and forefinger.] You are not to come until I say so. You will take only what I will give you. Understand?
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