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.
[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.]
[ 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. ]
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. ]
[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.
[ 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. ]
[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.]
[ 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. ]
[It is, in fact, a very strong suggestion of intent. She wiggles in, pushing his cock deeper into the hug of her backside, and his weeping tip is so perilously close to her hole, perhaps even smearing the skin a centimeter away to hint at it.
If she’s lifting her tail up for her, Henry slides his hand down its sinuous length as far as it can go, before alighting it on her hip. Then he rolls his own hips into her, feeling the squish and hug of her cheeks on either side of his cock, sending another column of molten heat through him.]
I know. But you’re here, just like this… It’s almost too easy.
[ ah. she shivers; muscles clench. turning one cheek into the pillow to try and get a look at him over her shoulder, what kind of expression must match the intensity of what he's saying. ]
You want to penetrate. Hmm? Of course you do. You wish to penetrate my body and open it around your pretty cock, seat yourself like our taboos all warn not to do. Taking woman in this way... no procreation, only pleasure, only power. Right, Henry?
[A dark and cutting look, despite the bright blue of his irises. She's seen it before, but she's always granted the version without the malice. Still the desire to possess, to control, she's very correct about that; but also as though he looks upon a very, very precious person to him, underlining it all.]
You know me too well, Sprezzatura. [Grips her hip a bit harder.] I want you wailing while I fuck you. I want to be seated so deep inside of you that you can think of nothing else but me. I want to make you mine.
Don't pretend you didn't make the most interesting noises then.
[Maybe she didn't wail, but Henry won't forget the sounds.
Anyway. Moves his hand up and around, thumb resting below her lifted tail to tease a little bit of pressure against her hole. A single, slow circular rub.]
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It does not seem so!
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Tries to push back with these twinky arms. We all know it’s futile.]
Ha… you sure? [Bold words.]
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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.
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WIGGLES USELESSLY]
Let me go. Let me fuck you.
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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.
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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.]
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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.
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She has his biceps, and there’s that sting again. But he can still wiggle his fingers. And he does.]
Make me.
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Well, that does make him stop.]
Oh? Did I find a secret weakness?
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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.
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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.
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No soul alive who is not ticklish.
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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.
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[ 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.
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If she’s lifting her tail up for her, Henry slides his hand down its sinuous length as far as it can go, before alighting it on her hip. Then he rolls his own hips into her, feeling the squish and hug of her cheeks on either side of his cock, sending another column of molten heat through him.]
I know. But you’re here, just like this… It’s almost too easy.
[And tempting.]
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I want to swallow you first.
[ it is just degrading enough to thrill her, in the confines of the bedroom. ]
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But the powerplay beforehand is fun.]
What you want doesn't mean very much when you're on display like this for me, you know.
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You want to penetrate. Hmm? Of course you do. You wish to penetrate my body and open it around your pretty cock, seat yourself like our taboos all warn not to do. Taking woman in this way... no procreation, only pleasure, only power. Right, Henry?
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You know me too well, Sprezzatura. [Grips her hip a bit harder.] I want you wailing while I fuck you. I want to be seated so deep inside of you that you can think of nothing else but me. I want to make you mine.
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I do not wail!
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I can make you.
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[Maybe she didn't wail, but Henry won't forget the sounds.
Anyway. Moves his hand up and around, thumb resting below her lifted tail to tease a little bit of pressure against her hole. A single, slow circular rub.]
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