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[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.

[ she laughs—at the sway of the mattress as he works her, at his lofty ambition, at the thought of what being inside her cunt might do to him. starts squirming, bearing down on him. he may have her by the hips and the knees, but Sprezzatura Vaux can still squirm. and oh, it's bliss to do so. worked so wet and open that anything at all is a pleasured tug in her groin. ]

Mmmmhhh. Scream? Stars?

[A man's always very confident of himself when he's worked himself up into a haze-addled state; but Henry takes cues from the noises she makes when he drives into her. He doesn't think it's too far removed from reality that he could win a pleasured strangle of a cry from her.

Of course, her wiggling only wins her a low, almost-growl from Henry, instead. The way she moves, her laughter, how she plays with his balls, that beautiful look on her face... She still thinks she's in control here. (She is.)

His next few thrusts truly rock her, though.]

I already have you... mewling.

This? This is not—hha—mewling!

[ it's merely talk! tease! but either way, he's fucking her up the bed by steady inches. she pulls at his face, wanting him seamed down atop her so that she can feel his breath on her shoulder and throat.

Mammon, she feels full. ]

[Mewling, teasing, talking. What's the difference, really.

Down he goes, his lips practically bruising against the curve of her shoulder, messy not-quite-kisses because he's trying to get breathy, disjointed words in between all the effort.]

No? Are you sure?

[She's cupping his face but he tries to move his head just so he can suck on the lobe of her ear. A little press of teeth.]

[ the sound of his breaths so hot and heavy against her ear. their dampness. that pinch. she tosses her head back so that it's the long line of her throat bobbing and her ear turned eagerly towards his mouth. yes. suck on it. she loves that. ]

Ohhh. [ maybe that's a bit of a mewl. she won't say. ] I love how you plummet into me.

[ heavy. skin slapping on skin. between her legs is a melt of heat and humidity and that definitive sense of completion. Sprezzatura gropes her right hand down, finds his left, feels how he holds her open at the knees. how lurid. how connective. her throat flutters like a little bird's. ]

More... more... Henry. Slow down if you are going to come.

[She doesn't have to say it. It's a mewl and he knows it! Henry makes a contented noise, sucks harder, teases the tip of his tongue against her skin. She feels so good — everything about everywhere they connect feels so good.

But most especially where he pistons into her, where the heat rises to incandescence, where he would very much like to keep fucking her half-inches up the bed at a time until he comes, were it not for her words, and his own juxtaposing desire to make this last as long as possible. To please her until his own release cannot be denied.

Even so, he still makes a keening noise of what sounds like a complaint. There is the briefest, briefest slow in the tempo he's set for their fucking. Oh, god. Everything throbs with warmth, his breath hitches in his throat.]

It's hard to... take my time with you, you know.

[ now that's a good sound. her mouth twitches in a delirious, lecherous sort of smile, one he won't see but will hear in her tone. ]

But you... will, hm, out of your fondness for—for me?

[ she feels better than she could have hoped, warm and slick and the cramps slowly fading in favour of pleasure suffusing through her every nerve. it's good to be held like this, hefted up like this, cradled by invisible hands so all she has to do is lay here and feel. and listen. that, too.

she strokes her hands up and down his thighs spread on either side of her. squeezing and palming. ]

[A trailing touch that nearly sends a shiver crawling through him, a notion that feels impossible given how heated he otherwise feels. Nibbles again on her lobe, and his lips are wet against the shell of her ear.]

Maybe... I could be convinced... Since I'm so fond.

[ his thighs, the muscles working beneath to push him into her again, again, again, again. she wanders into the crease of his thigh meeting his cheek and pinches. her ankles bounce gently with each thrust. ]

Fuck me for hours...

Ha... for hours-

[Oh, he would if he could. The notion's a lovely one, even if it's not nearly practical or possible.

Her insides tug at him, pull at him, with each thrust. Slower, yes, as suggested, but as deep as he can go each time—

A sharp sting of inconsequential pain where she pinches, another hitch in his breath.]

Tangled up in the sheets all day... All night... I wouldn't let you sleep.

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