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[vecna]

I'm cute when I say I want to fuck you any way I can?

[Help. That's weirdly cute, too.]

[velluminous]

[ crooning: ] So cute.

[vecna]

[Nips playfully at her lips.]

Mm-hm.

Still want myself in your throat, but you’re going to have to let me go.

[velluminous]

[ in her mouth, she thinks; holding her open. wet obscene sounds and the tang of him leaking down her throat.

unsubtle, she shudders. ]

Make me.

[vecna]

[He can. And he knows he can.

But he wants to play a little.

Tries to reach for her arms to pry them away.]

If you say so.

[velluminous]

[ plays at fighting against that only a little, dragging her nails up before letting him pull her away ]

[vecna]

[Tries not to shiver, instead focusing on how easy it is for him to pull her arms away.]

Oh, now I know you’re toying with me.

[velluminous]

Me?

[vecna]

Yes, you. Or did you lose all those muscles of yours over night?

[His fingers flex into her arms.]

[velluminous]

[ oh? begins, obligingly, to push against him. the physical strength of her is surprisingly immense. ]

It does not seem so!

[vecna]

[This is not a new revelation. But it’s still surprising, how strong she is.

Tries to push back with these twinky arms. We all know it’s futile.]

Ha… you sure? [Bold words.]

[velluminous]

Quite.

[ KOALAS

and into his ear, that rasping and fast Rashemi: ] Mmh, ensnared in my web, my little paw... Mine to toy with and devour. I want to coat you in my blood and brim with you, from my every pore, all of me also all of you. Make you cry out. Make you cry. It is not enough to be enthralled. We should be depraved.

1/2

[vecna]

[😳]

[vecna]

[HE GOT LIKE HALF OF THAT BUT IT WAS MORE THAN ENOUGH

WIGGLES USELESSLY]

Let me go. Let me fuck you.

[velluminous]

[ pleasure tingles through her. it shows in the goosebumps awash across her thighs and breasts.

unfolds her arms and falls back on the bed with a smile like the cat who ate the canary. a gaze like that from Henry Creel can almost cut. ]

There he is.

[vecna]

[He’s hungry for her. She’s succeeded in that, certainly. The way he gazes down at her like a predator seeking its last scrap of prey, complete with the tilt of his own smile.

But also. As a sort of revenge…




He just reaches down and tries to tickle her sides. To see her writhe. To surprise her. She thinks she’s so clever — she is, but he’ll be a gremlin for a moment before he decides to fuck her mouth.]

[velluminous]

[ the urge comes to kiss that wicked mouth of his.

she doesn't get to indulge in it, instead seizing up as he tickles her. Sprezzatura Vaux is not immune. stiffening, she grabs at his biceps just above the elbows, with her nails once more digging in. in other universes, she is a gentler woman to him. not this one. ]

Stop that.

[vecna]

[Who needs gentle?

She has his biceps, and there’s that sting again. But he can still wiggle his fingers. And he does.]

Make me.

[velluminous]

[ BRINGS HER KNEE UP DANGEROUSLY CLOSE TO HIS GROIN ]

[vecna]

[GIRL I CAN’T BELIEVE YOU’RE GOING FOR THE BITS!!!

Well, that does make him stop.]

Oh? Did I find a secret weakness?

[velluminous]

[ all's fair in love and fightsex!!

she's rolling under him, trying to crawl away but not particularly with effort. it's more about the display than the result. her back is sweat-slick. ]

I do not like tickling! Juvenile. Crude.

[vecna]

[Annoyingly, his telekinesis tugs her back down to where she started before she attempted to crawl out from under him. And then his hands come down to her forearms, to press her down into place with his weight.]

You draw the line at tickling because it’s too crude? [oh my god] I think you just don’t want anyone to know that you’re ticklish.

[velluminous]

[ annoying? then why is her face so hot? she freezes, lowering her forehead to the mattress, and perhaps bumping her backside into the air a little. it's like her heart is in her throat. ]

No soul alive who is not ticklish.

[vecna]

[The moment her cheek bumps against his cock, he is suddenly reconsidering if he wants to fuck her mouth specifically. She’s so perfectly poised, and it’s a thrill to hold her down with his hands or his powers, and she did mention sodomizing her just a few moments ago…

He feels on fire again. One hand chances to release her arm and trail it up her thigh, then along the hill of her backside, and eventually lifts up her tail by its base, for however much he can in the limited space between them.

Henry presses the line of his cock right snug between her cheeks.]

I’m just hearing excuses.

[velluminous]

Nnno.

[ to lift a tiefling's tail is to be very, very clear of one's intent. with colour pooling in her cheeks, she draws a deep and stuttering breath and curls her fingers in the sheets. he's so close, so stiff, that he'll be able to feel the way her muscles work to try and wriggle him deeper into the plush of her backside. in his fingers, her tail is taut and trembling. she lifts it higher and exposes herself to the room as though there is an audience for whom she must display every want and need.

right now: to feel that thrill of suggestion. not only what Henry is doing, but also what he might. ]

You are on wrong side of me for my throat, Henry.