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[velluminous]

[ with slow, deliberate motion, she swaps the hand cupping him, palming him, rubbing him. ]

Soon. You need only ask.

[ beg. ]

[vecna]

[And yet she won’t do the same for him—]

You want it, too, you know.

[A-aah. Her hand. What if he pushes down his trousers and pants a bit more, to give her more clearance to fondle him?]

[velluminous]

Do I?

[ wonderful! oh, oh! both hands, then, one slipping a little deeper. there is more than enough of him to hold; one hand for his balls, and the other for the hot press of his cock into her palm. she's got her toe claws curled into the sheets. she's thrumming with life, energy, desire. that's how it seems. ]

Tell me more about what I want.

[vecna]

[That's better, so much better, for him to be completely touched by her. No matter how—hands, mouth, cunt—it's a relief for her body heat to cup and wrap around him, and he closes his eyes for a moment just to feel it. His lashes tickle her skin.]

My cock down your throat, buried in deep, hard and eager as I fuck you. [Simple enough, he thinks. He loops it back to what he had mentioned prior.] Me having my way with you still excites you, even now, doesn't it.

[velluminous]

[ he's warm and twitching in her hands. what a reward that is. ]

You are never having your way with me. I am letting you do with me what I wish.

[vecna]

That might be the reality. [And it is, of course it is. She's the one who always has the spark of control, doesn't she?] But it's hardly the fantasy.

[And isn't that the compelling part?]

[velluminous]

You don't know what I fantasize about...

[vecna]

Hm. Then why don't you tell me? And we can act out each and every one...

[velluminous]

Fantasies [ cocksqueeze ] are private.

[ though hearing him talk like this, still warm and bloody, gets her hot. paintball seems very far away. ]

[vecna]

[He does make another little low noise at that. Grinds his hips forward to feel his length move in her hand.]

Then how am I going to make them come true?

[velluminous]

Make your best guess.

[ she's craning up to kiss him, breathing this against his lips, nearly a croon

drags her hand up... to his underwear waistband... and down again, beneath it this time. hello. ]

[vecna]

[And of course he kisses her back, though when she drifts her hand down his waistband, that kiss turns into an impatient nibble of her lower lip.]

Down your throat.

[Because that's what he wants, and he's entirely sure she does, too — she did request it first, after all.]

[velluminous]

[ before the kiss, and after it, she melts into a wicked smile. ]

Please.

[ that's an ask, that rare ask that isn't so rare with him. ]

[vecna]

[Oh, there it is. That little ask. How fitting she only gives it to him when he's not hoping for it.

But it's... nice.]

Then... undress me?

[velluminous]

[ little crooning hum, as if in goodbye to that handful of him that she's taken up skin-to-skin. she pushes down on his waistband, underwear and trousers, down past the curve of his backside and pausing then to reach around and take a handful of each cheek. squeezes. ]

Mmmh.

[vecna]

[Oop! He gives a little jolt when she squeezes, even though Henry should expect it by now, and breathes out another laugh. He's going to have to sit up at the very least to shuffle out of his pants and underwear properly, so that's going to be an interesting effort as she fondles his rear.

He tries, all these same, wiggling out of his clothes as in an awkward straddle of her body. But the eagerness is very much there.

...And quite obviously, too, given that his erection is on full display the entire time. Stiff and bobbing slightly with every shifting movement.]

[velluminous]

[ she




bounces it with a finger ]

[vecna]

[Ma’am???

As he finally shuffles out of his clothes, setting them aside-]

Having fun?

[velluminous]

[ bites her lower lip at him, purring a laugh. her tail coils over her hip, drapes the tuft down between her thighs in a mockery of chasteness. her breasts are flushed, nipples peaked, her scars from dismemberment glinting pale in the light. the sheets are bloody. she feels good. ]

Much, much fun.

[vecna]

[Everything about her makes his blood run hot, makes him ache even harder between his legs. Even those silvery scar lines add a sense of the ethereal to this moment, though he should perhaps never mention such a thing to her.

Now properly naked, he finds himself lowering himself over her again. And this time, the hard line of his cock presses firmly against her thigh. The tuft of her tail tickles his skin.]

Good. I like to see you enjoying yourself.

[velluminous]

I always enjoy myself.

[ pushes her thigh right up into that, wriggling contentedly. again, hands on his backside. again, squeezing.

but then her arms rove higher, and she embraces him to feel the slide and press of his skin against hers ]

[vecna]

[A part of him could remain like this, seamed together, with her hands all over and his cock pressed into the malleable warmth of her thigh. If he were feeling particularly impatient and juvenile—and haven't they been juvenile already, after all?—he could just hump her leg until he came.]

Doubly so with me, I hope?

[Kiss!]

[velluminous]

[ like a dog? humping her like a dog? maybe... she'd like that. ]

Mmm... no.

[vecna]

[Wow :c He'll remember that after he's been mauled by zombies--]

No?

[velluminous]

No, I only get this way when I am having terrible time.