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Hm? Which one?

[He knows which one. He breathes it against her lips.]

Fuck?

[ and it makes her shiver, folded up and pressed beneath him. head to hole to tail. ]

Yessssss. It is sounding so good in your gentle little voice.

[ it gets get hot, makes her spine prickle and her neck sweat. a prim man falling into base desires, she can make that happen. she's making it happen now.

Sprezzatura wriggles beneath him. tries to get at his ear to suck on it, or at least croon dirty nothings into. ]

Say something else.

[Her wiggling is just enough movement to qualify as a tease around his poor cock, and it incites Henry to rut into her again, rocking them both. A low exhale, wrapped up in a moan. He tilts his head to humor her words and mouth against his ear.]

You like the facade slipping off.

[As she said: his polite and proper demeanor, so carefully crafted, easily obliterated by the pleasures of her body.]

What else should I say? [Faux, playful consideration, despite the husk his voice is starting to take on.] How good it feels to fuck you? Or how I can't wait to come inside, how you'll feel every last, warm drop dripping from you when I pull out? So much to look forward to, Sprezzatura.

[ all of that, yes. her breath fans hot against his ear, spills down the side of his neck, hitching and grunting in ways that sound pained, but he'll know better. still she hugs his thigh with her tail. she hugs his body with her arms, nails scraping gently over Henry's back. ugh. it's so good. ]

No. I want you staying inside.

[A nice little sting down his back to pair with all else. She knows he likes that. He practically arches into her in response, as though they weren't close enough already, sinking deep into her.]

Oh, I'm not going anywhere just yet.

Even after.

[ he hilts in her, warm pressure, a deep internal sense of fullness and his pelvis warm and blood-slick where they touch. she trills. pulls her legs up to hold them in a wide vee by the ankles, the kind of strained fold that her body does not like anymore, if it ever liked it at all.

except, oh. she feels everything. ]

What would I do if I had my toys...

[The way she can fold herself practically in half, even if it’s a strain, is both unreal and obscene. It changes the angle just enough for Henry to feel her even more completely around him if such a thing is possible. But it must be, because he seems to sink in deeper, to fill her up more completely—

It gives him the novel little idea of propping her hips and backside up, just a bit, with his powers. He’s still atop her, still seamed close, so he can’t take advantage of that change fully, but if it’s less strain for Sprezzatura? All the more room for her to focus on him fucking her, instead.

He’s already falling into a steadier rhythm, having to time his words between his breaths.]

And what would you do? Tell me.

[ she thinks, at first, he is lifting her backside with his hands. she expects the cupping of warm palms, and instead there is nothing but the distinct pressure of hands. releases her ankles with a gasp of relief, becoming an uncouth curse, becoming a smile that's sharp at its edges. the sound of their sex is getting noisy and wet; her thighs bounce time he works his hips, and he claps against her in an obscene way, and she sees red.

what would she do? ]

Put something inside so you cannot go leaking out. Hold it inside for me to think about while you spank my poor little bottom. [ grabs for his bottom lip with her teeth, a reckless sucking kiss ] Is that what you want to hear?

Hha. I would make you suck my cock.

[Hefting her up a few degrees was a marvelous, genius idea. He feels completely sheathed in her, fully swallowed up as he works her in and out. Moreover, it frees up his own hands to slide between the lurid warmth of their bodies and give her breasts a tight… little… squeeze.

And the timing’s just right as she puts pressure on his lower lip, his own smile arching sharper, too.

There are several salacious things to unpack here. He pulls back to regain his bottom lip, and in their rocking, if it’s a little rough and stings and pulls before he can manage it, all the better.]

My swollen lips around your cock? [The imagery…] Eyes up, and only for you? You’d only have to ask. Anything for my Sprezzatura.

[ his Sprezzatura. she is not married to that possessive, if she's honest—she is a woman who hates to feel possessed by any man, or at least at a kneejerk level she does. fortunately, there's little of her mind occupied by the phrasing, because with his palms cupping her and squeezing her, she

yelps. ]

Aytch!

[ SHE SAID THEY WERE SORE ]

[As far as he’s concerned, she is “his” in a possessive way — not necessarily a controlling one. Is that much better? No? Well, I don’t know what to tell you.

Her yelp reminds him to ease up, his squeeze becoming an apologetic rub, and he buries a smile into her neck.]

Ah… Sorry.

[oops]

[

bites his shoulder. yes, hard. ]

[joke’s on her

that just makes him hornier

Though of course it startles him, and he gives a little jump; her teeth are sharp. His heart hammers, and what blood isn’t pooling in his groin rises to his face, instead.]

Sprezzatura. [Ow (positive)] I said sorry.

[ but she feels him pulse inside her, too. more than just a jolt of surprise and pain; he liked it. her own face flushes with darker heat. she laps delicately at the nearly-broken skin, and Henry, if he's still paying attention, may note her loosening tail. ]

Oops.

[ with wild innocence. she very badly aches for this feeling of entwinement to continue intensifying; despite her lightness of tone, there's her tail again. like he's going to let it just... slide. she's trying to wrap his balls, wriggling beneath him with her ankles bobbing in the air and muscles tugging around him. it feels... so good. ]

[He's not bleeding, no, though her bite will leave a mark. Right now, there's a crescent shape of her mouth sunken into his shoulder, red and throbbing, and it's paradoxically being soothed by her mouth... and there's nothing better. Pain, followed by pleasure, the very idea eats away at his forbearance and makes Henry simply want to fuck her harder.

This isn't helped, of course, by her tail slithering away from around his waist and attempting to wrap around his balls. And exactly what position is he in to stop her? None at all, nor does he make any attempt. Her 'oops' wins her a single thrust — prominent this time for how much harder it is compared to the rest, defiant and cheeky. Enough to make the bed jostle beneath them.]

You're so mean to me.

[ as much as she enjoys enthusiasm, a hard entry now is much, much more tender. she seizes up slightly, everything tense, gasping a breath, legs jolting up. both her hands, with fingers splayed, go to his thighs and hold there as if to keep him from hilting in her like that again. ]

Oh, not like that—

[ she is too out of practice to take it like that! ]

[Oh, no, but that felt so good. He makes a noise that sounds like a low whine, rolling his hips—slow, not as fervently—into her, which isn't nearly as blissful when she's gripping onto his thighs like that.]

But I want to really fuck you.

[ she's bleeding, cramping, sore. digs her nails into his thighs, then around and back into the meat of his buttocks. ]

That does not mean you have to be hard!

[ with a little tug, urging him as deep as he can go, but also as slow as he can go. ]

Work your hips more than just up and down, in and out, Mammon, this is so base. Grind once you are in. It should feel shameful how you move on top of me.

[Grit teeth, not out of frustration, but rather out of garnering the willpower not to piston into again when she makes certain he sinks in slow and deep.]

Ha… there’s nothing shameful I feel about that.

[But there he is, seated in completely, and his pelvis pushes forward as though to feel every single millimeter. And… as she instructs… slowly relaxing his hips to recede, far less extreme than slipping out whole inches at a time.

(What a nice sting against his buttocks, too.)]

[ an interesting sound, there in her throat. that's the feeling she wanted right there, that pressure when he's already in her. ]

But you are knowing what I mean when I... [ this moan is nearly a croak, her voice so low and broken ] ...say this.

[ he must. eyes clouded with want, Sprezzatura moves her hands back up his sides, up beneath his shoulders, and then starts down his arms. loop them behind her neck, please. ]

Buried inside of you, so deeply that you can feel every inch of me twitch in excitement? Proof that we were made for each other? That kind of base and shameful?

[The kind of shameful that he’d happily indulge in, anytime at all.

Arms around her neck. Easy to guide him; he’s the one on top, he’s the one setting the pace, but we all know he’s still putty in her hands in other ways.

Slow, full rocking. Not hard, not even intense, but… entirely as if he’s trying to plumb as deeply as he can with every movement. It earns such low and lovely noises from her, and he dips down close to nuzzle and listen.]

I wish I could fill every hole of yours at once.

[ naturally. of course he does. hers is a body divine, after all; the warmest, softest cunt and the warmest and tightest hole and the warmest, wettest throat. what that would feel like...! utter satisfaction. the flush in her cheeks and chest blazes anew. ]

It feels... like you are stroking my spine from inside. [ the twitch. it's inside her but happening in his balls, too, cradled by her tail so that nothing escapes her. not even her own cunt, throbbing as if to beg its piece of Henry's suggestion. ] I want to be full of you. I would stretch perfectly.

[ already the way she hugs him is less of a tightness and more a slick suction around his length. perfect on the outstroke, ah— ]

[A slick and dragging suction, as though she doesn't want to let go of him when he pulls himself out, only to be welcomed back as he presses in again. Ohh, it makes him throb, and paired with the idea of her being stuffed full of him in every way possible incites his own haggard moan, like he can barely spare the breath for it.

The logistics... In a lust-addled haze, he can't help but wonder how-]

Easy to do... with my powers.

[Since, alas, he doesn't have his tentacles! But to expound upon the idea as he continues to fuck her-]

My fingers in your mouth, my powers in your cunt, and my cock inside of you... just like it is now...

[ she tosses her head. she sounds nearly strangled with want. ] What if... I want... your cock in my throat and... your fingers in my... cunt?

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