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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?

Ha... [And his voice, too, gone low and desirous.] In any combination you can imagine.

[ she pulls him for a fervent kiss. the kind where it's nearly more lewd than the rest of what they're doing, tongue and noises of want that sound small and feminine and needy ]

[Almost as lewd, and in many ways, just as good. A show of passion and affection and want and all the things that craft the emotional foundation that leads to the physical — for Henry, anyway.

So he kisses her, fervently and messily and it’s all teeth and tongue.

“In any combination she could imagine” he had said, but right now, just kissing her is enough. He finds her tongue and laves it with his own, pulling back with a steady suck. A gentle arch of his back that pushes his cock into her again, as completely as before.]

[ just kissing will always be enough. Sprezzatura Vaux loves to kiss. those deep and messy tongue kisses, wet lips sliding together, panting into one another's mouths, and that blissful tingle that goes up her spine.

he sinks into her utterly. she bears down around him, even, massaging muscle sucking him in until there's nothing more to take, and he's nestled close with the heat of his balls in the wrap of her tail and pressing against her backside. it makes her... prideful. knowing she can take every inch. that she can take pleasure in it, too, and not merely discomfort. good girls get fucked, and her rim is tender and stretched and fluttering around him. she could... take it more intensely now. surely.

again, she tries to get her legs spread wider. still she kisses him, burying her soft sounds in his mouth. fffuck. ]

Deeper.

[It really is like being swallowed whole by her, pressed together like this. So snug and seamed and so near that even his balls are flush against her skin, cradled by her tail, and his cock hilted as far as it can go. At least, it feels that way. Every movement, every twitch and flutter, makes him believe that he can sink in a millimeter more at a time — selfishly, he wonders if he props her up, bends her slightly farther, if he could achieve it.

It feels like he can't get enough breath, nor enough of her kisses, and his syllables are disjointed because of it.]

Is that- What you want? To feel me in...

[Ahh, fuck. Her thighs spread and it's practically an invitation. Henry's powers hike her hips up by a few more degrees, and when he pulls out and slides back in— Nngh.]

Deeper? Fuck. Sprezzatura.

[ pitchy, ] Don't curse, it's unseemly—

[ she can't even joke about it. it feels too good, like her body is melting until all her limbs are limp and languid. every inch she's lifted is another inch of exposure to the room, feeling the coolness of her blood and the heat of Henry's body. the sheets are going to look like a massacre. ]

Ohhhhh. [ practically a growl ] More oil.

[Yes, it feels good. So good that her request, while likely reasonable, feels like an interruption. After he’s sunk himself in so well, and she keeps his length so warm—]

Mngh.

[It’s nearly a sound of complaint, but the way his powers begin picking through the wrinkled, bloodied sheets—little vibrations of movement around her—betrays the fact that he’ll oblige.]

Even more?

[Where’d the bottle go—]

More and more and more and mmmmore!

[ he could be warmer still, work himself in again, and better, with just a little more oil to ease the way. a nice slip. ]

[This is going to be messy business. Even once his powers find the bottle, unraveling it from the sheets, it's already opened and dripping. What remains can still be used to slick his cock—or her hole— even more, but he's going to have to unwind himself from her first.

Unwraps his arms from around her and pushes himself up, but one more kiss first.]

You want me to finger you again?

[ has any of it been anything less than messy? if she thinks about it too much, her skin begins to crawl. she plucks at his lower lip as he withdraws, hissing, ] No, I want you to pour it in me and get back inside.

[Ah, he doesn’t know why, somehow, that sounds even more obscene than stuffing his fingers inside of her a second time.]

And be completely without me for a few moments? Can either of us handle that?

[Joking, breathless, he sits up properly, but his powers keep her hips angled upwards. It makes for a lovely view as his entire length goes to the effort of slowly, slowly sliding out and slipping free of her.

The whole journey is both bliss and torture. His cock throbs, nearly decrying the notion, not wanting to be bereft of her for long.]

[ inches at a time tugging free from her flushed, bloodstained rim. her lips curve in a sharp smile as the ridge of the head pops past the muscle, a lewdness to the sound— ]

Ohh.

[ —and if she relaxes, if she stays relaxed and really concentrates, she can keep herself open from his use, just a little, enough to allow the act of pouring. she's she she might get sick from how hard her heart is pounding, as though her very life is in danger.

no. it's just her, ass hoisted up so Henry gets the perfect view. she reaches down and cups her own backside, fondling it. ]

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