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[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. ]

[Ohh, this is more than he expected, at least in regards to how it excites him. He barely registers the way she cups her own ass, fondling her cheeks, because of course Henry is just looking how her rim remains relaxed and open to him. Smeared red and slick and newly-fucked.

They both can suffer from a heart rate that makes it feel as though it might go flying from their ribcages. It's not going to slow anytime soon with this level of anticipation, and Henry clasps the oil and tips it so that it drizzles out. Slow and purposeful and just right above her rim, so that gravity encourages it down to eke into her open hole. Henry's nearly entranced by the sight.

He doesn't think he's ever wanted her so much; and that's saying a lot, considering the last few times they were together.]

How much?

[ being looked at like this, she feels every inch of his stare like physical touch, and it makes her shiver. if he were paying attention, he would see the goosebumps rising up sharp on her buttocks, or the steady tightening and darkening of her nipples. or her own desperately hungry gaze.

breathy, ] I let you use your discretion.

[ the oil seeps down, and in. it's cold, coating. some pools at the divot opening of her cunt, too, and lends a glossiness to her favourite parts of her. she bites her lip unsubtly, wriggling in place until her muscles twitch and her hole yawns closed. what oil isn't inside trickles towards the base of her tail. ]

[Unfortunately, he's looking nowhere except where the oil seeps in and around, from the valley of her cunt all the way down to the slow drip at the base of her tail. It's easily the most lascivious sight centered around her body he's seen thus far—or at least, this is his opinion during the moment as it happens—and the bottle only has a small amount of oil left by the time her rim twitches and closes. Henry drops the little bottle unceremoniously so that it becomes lost in the sheets beside them once more.]

You're even more irresistible when so much of you shines like this.

[Presses his thumb against her hole to feel the soft squish and slickness, how easily it could slip inside — but his hand moves to his cock next, hardly patient enough to tease as he readjusts to align his head and push his hips forward again. The tight resistance of her rim, this time, is novel at best.]

A pretty hole for me to fill.

[ this time, there is nothing but the welcoming pull of muscle and a delicious, tender stretch, most prominent just past her rim. a sense of fullness and satisfaction: this is exactly the way it's meant to feel. sensuous, unholy joining. she wants him to wriggle so she can feel him tugging against her. ]

Do you think so?

[ she hooks her legs around his hips and pulls until he's seated. ]

[She encourages him in, hilted all the way, the sensation nothing more than a long glide of subtle stretch and softness, and he adjusts his weight on his knees with movement that probably counts as wiggling. It certainly means that he adjusts inside of her in a way that makes his lips part, a low moan emitting from the back of his throat.

Aha. Fuck. She's soft, tender, all-enveloping. That little bit (a lot?) of oil makes quite a difference.

Hands at her thighs, his nails bite in as he rolls his hips into her again. A bit more vigorously than before, to see just how receptive she is. Lowly-]

I know so.

[ sure hope he's ready for the filthy, nasty squelch of fucking a very eager and wet hole. even Sprezzatura lets out a sharp laugh when she hears it, just obscene. ]

Ohh, there we are—

[ the irritation at being bitten by his nails fades before the joy she gets from a painless entry. ]

You want to fold me up? Make me take all of it?

[You know Henry Creel is always ready for a nice, wet squelch. He bites at his lower lip, hissing out breath.]

Ohh? [Is it a moan or a question? It could be both. He pushes into her again, as though to underline her own words.] Do you want me to? Lift you up even more?

[A higher angle? A deeper angle?]

I want you to.

[ what a beautiful man. his voice tingles through her, all the way down to her curling toes. ]

I want you to crawl inside me! Hha!

[If that isn't all the reason he needs. Not even a moment passes between her declaration and the way he ruts into her again, chasing the hot, building pressure inside of him — that alone might be enough to bank her back a little more, but those invisible hands clamp around her hips, cup her backside, and truly lift her.

If he felt sheathed by her before, this is entirely more. The angle makes it feel as though her insides massage against his length, and the wet noise of his readjusting—yes, that wet squelch—somehow sounds just as loudly as the first time.

How comfortable are you feeling, Sprezzatura? Because there's no way Henry can't start fucking in earnest now.]

[ she feels... raw, vulnerable, divine. he presses and fills and her hiccough of surprise transforms into a little wailing moan. soon to escalate, if he's moving in earnest now. the tap-tap-tapping of her bouncing her heels on his buttocks, one after the other after the first again, a motion of joy and pleasure. she's cupping his face in her hands, smushing his cheeks like an overbearing mother ]

Oh! Henry! You are so good—so good, yes, like that—trying to bury yourself inside, that's right... It will not be enough until these [ tug on his balls ] are bouncing. Can you do that? Can you fuck Ms Vaux like it is all you live for?

[That dirty, dirty mouth of hers. Henry thinks she could make him come with just the right string of utterances, bolstering both imagery and feeling and vigor, if such a thing were possible.

His physical hands grip at her knees, the invisible ones still keeping her propped up. She's incredibly, wonderfully spread wide for him, but he wants to make sure that remains the case as he fucks her. Grinds into her like an animal, burying himself deep, his heart feeling as though it thunders in his head and pulses in his cock. Ffffuck. Her hands are like fire against his face, too, and it keeps his darkened gaze fixed hard on her face.]

Yes... I- I just want to fuck you until you scream, until- I come, and then I keep fucking you until— [Nghh, impossibly, dizzyingly good, all of this-] -you see stars, Sprezza...tura.

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