themightybosstone

[ we're PREPARED for once

Her tail beats quickly against the blankets for a moment, both in appreciation of !catboy titty! and the idea of being undressed herself. She does reach up to smooth her hands against his skin, just for a bit, before she has to start helping him remove layers. Her ears still have that happy, submissive tuck to them, her face warm. ]

Yes, please.

[ENOUGH UNPREPAREDS HAVE GONE BY!!

He stretches a little under that planing of her hands, happy to enjoy her attention. But really, most of it is on her, herself. He takes his time, fingers and lips warming skin where the clothes are peeled off.

He only pauses a moment to look at her face (her ears), before pulling her panties down and off. Yeah, he's just going to lick his lips, and the heavy rumble of a purr fills the air before he sinks down.]

[ She honestly doesn't really know what to do when most of that attention is on her-- she stretches a little under it herself, shifting obediently to help him remove her shirt or bra or pants or however he needs her maneuvered, only struggling with the latter due to tail now existing that won't stop wagging.

Which does pose a minor problem, in that both from the position and her nerves she has to put like, actual effort into not letting her tail completely curl between her legs. When he looks up to check, though, he'll find her ears sort of... half-cocked, perking forward and quickly flicking back again as he touches her, caught somewhere between embarrassment and very clear interest. She reluctantly lets him sink down and take her panties with him, shivering at that purr, and-- ]

Not interested in washing the sheets, this time?

[ -- apparently deciding that the best way to break her tension is with a stupid joke because holy shit, he's actually going to do this. ]

[He laughs at that, though. The grin holds, satisfied, as he slides his hands under her hips. The tail is SO tempting, so tempting. He LOVES this part of her and every part of her but he can wait a LITTLE to see how it adds.]

I'm putting down 3 to 1 odds we need to wash them anyway.

[His ears stay up, as if listening for an answer as he dips down. It's like a savouring taste, parting the lips and dragging slowly- broad, flat and the odd roughness tugging gently in its wake, across the sensitive skin and rim, finishing this pass with a little swirl around her clit.]

[ she flusters deeply as he moves down, her ears perked with interest and embarrassment as she watches him.

Maybe she had a response loaded up. It's hard to say because the feeling of his tongue, hot and rough against her, rips away any thought she could have had. Even as wet as she already is it's a lot of sensation at once, and she gives a bit of an encouraging, strangled noise as her hips lift towards him. Her head however just thumps back against the sheets, one hand tangling in them for purchase but the other reaching down to smooth into Sett's hair. ]

[That response is like, five million brain chemicals at once and ALL of them the rewarding happy kind. THANK YOU FOR THIS MEAL!!

He shifts to helping brace her hips with one hand, and the other coming up to draw a lazy, too-light circle on her clit, while he enjoys himself here. Does she like a little sucking tug on the labia, is it better to just put his face right in and see how far his tongue goes? Does the chin being right there pushing help the rumbling purr go right up the pelvis?

This an other questions really only can be answered by trying it out! It's science.]

[ If the question is "Does she like...?" the answer is undoubtedly "HELL yes" to almost anything he does, because every little movement gets some sort of positive reaction. The pad of his finger on her clit, a subtle roll into the feeling. The sucking tug, a sharp little gasp and a jerk. Pressing his face in, his tongue in, where she can feel the soft rasp of it against the sensitive flesh draws a helpless little noise from her throat, and the consistent rumble of his purrs is really just. It's so.

It really, really doesn't take long to reduce her to a bit of a shivering, whimpering mess, thighs flexing against the sides of his head with the effort not to squeeze around him. Her fingers in his hair seem to be doing their very best NOT to grip, trembling but gentle over his head and ears, her own pressed back into her hair and gaze a little unfocused as she watches him. ]

Edited 2024-01-09 15:10 (UTC)

[He LOVES this. He could spend years down here, chasing what gets the shudders tightening her thighs or the little pulls urging. He just wants to find what makes certain noises, like a musician playing a new instrument and falling in love with all parts of it.

He lets her get messy, shifting to new angles as trembling, soft fingers touches his ears or threads through his hair instead of yanking. She's so good, she's SO good. It's a little happy mantra sliding through his thoughts.

It's only when he turns to licking and sucking at her clit that he FINALLY... finally starts massaging the base of her tail almost in the same rhythm.]

[ It's. Driving her kind of crazy, honestly. The texture of his tongue and lips and the suction and even the very barest hint of a fang against her skin makes her press up eagerly into his mouth, trying to match his rhythm, tense against the sheets. It's a slow, lovely build of pleasure, despite it all; it coils soft and warm in her, tingling all up and down her spine, stoking new warmth in places she didn't have before like her tail and ears.

Or, well, it was a slow build. Speaking of tail, when he starts rubbing the base of it-- the still-new pleasure is almost electric in its intensity, and just as surprising. He presses that button, rubs that rough tongue against her clit, and it jolts up through her so violently it almost hurts. She bucks up against him with a high, desperate whine, panting his name, and only just barely manages to yank her hands back before she catches his hair in her fist, covering her head with both arms. His head (fortunately??) cannot escape being squeezed by her thighs though sorry. ]

Se-- hett!

[Right now? Who gives a shit about breathing. That desperate, full body clench around him is EVERYTHING he wanted, and the broken cry just thuds through his dick. That massage just presses and rubs in time with the way his tongue dives in, flat enough to lap, and strong enough to press, letting his face press against her, let her motions take what they want from him.

He's happy to give it all.]

[ It doesn't take much more of that-- that insistent push, the pressure of his fingers, and it's less that she's pushed over the edge so much as thrown. Orgasm crashes down on her and she gives out a choked sob of a cry, loud and sharp, convulsing under his mouth.

Her thighs so finally relax enough to release him, and hopefully he's decided to have mercy on her, because "coming down" seems to be a bit of a far dream at the moment-- she keeps her arms over her head as she whimpers softly, her whole body trembling. Her ears and tail have tucked a little bit again, and she does eventually manage to talk, even if it's a little. Slurred. ]

O-okay... okaaay...

[Sett's face is two things right now, EXTREMELY PLEASED, and glistening wet. He does indeed give her some mercy, lowering her back to the towels. He doesn't bother to grab one himself yet, just wipes his mouth with the back of his hand, and lazily licks it back off like a cat with cream.

Honestly, literally right now.]

Oh, I could do that all night.

[ she moans-- it's meant to be more of a groan but she can't really keep the high note out of her voice right now, even as she wipes a bit of teariness out of her eyes. Her ears press down against her hair, but... her tail does wag a bit. ]

Oh... oh, please don't. Please. I'll die.

[ ... she does watch him lick his hand, sees his face, and realizes what he's doing-- and makes a bit of a strangled noise, her face bright red but ears perked forward in interest. Oh my god.]

[It's after his fill he gets the towel, cleaning off the rest, before flopping down beside her.]

I wont- I wont. That was REAL fun though.

[ a little disappointed when he cleans his face off... he looked so good messy...

... her tail starts wagging again though when he lays down, and she gently tugs him over her so she can kiss him more easily. Partially because this is a socially acceptable way to taste herself but also because-- she parts to speak-- ]

Isn't it your turn now...? I can't just leave you like this.

[BOTH EARS POP UP, eyes bright as she breaks the kiss.]

Oh I am NOT gonna say no to that!

[ wag wag wag. she licks her lips, reaching up into his hair to gently scritch at the base of his ears as she considers. Her leg does shift, a bit, between his thighs. ]

Mm... could we--

[ a pause. well-- if she wasn't relaxed before she certainly was now, so... surely... oh, but-- the condoms... ... well it's fine as long as he pulls out, right.

She seems a bit too embarrassed to continue that train of thought out loud, though, and instead just kisses him again, reaching down to curl her hand around him and mumble against his mouth. ]

Do you want-- um. ... Could we try. I mean, if you could go slowly...

[It's going to take a second here. Between the rubbing at his ears or the attention between his legs- his brain has hung up, sinking into all of that good sensation. He pushes against her thigh, then her hand, cheeks flushed and lips parted when she pulls back to mumble.

His hands are already fondling her-]

Yeaaah I'll be nice if you wanna. [Wait. He lifts his head, holding one of her hands to slow down that petting.] You... sure?

[ She really loves it when he just melts like that, but she fortunately does leave off on his ears at least, when he holds her hand, angling instead to thread her fingers between his. The hand on his cock slows a bit too, her fingers rubbing delicately over the spines, as if debating them.

She ducks her head a little, red with embarrassment. ]

I... mm. Um. I've been trying to think of-- how, because you are so big, and... it was really good, with Aphelios, and he's not small at all either. I do feel I at least owe it to you to try-- or, no, it's more--

[ Flusters, ears low against her head. But her tail still gives nervous little thumps against the blankets, even as she thunks her forehead against his chest. ]

-- I want you. It's a little scary and-- and I don't know how these... spikes are going to feel, or if they'll hurt, or something, but I want to find out.

[ a beat. ]

... And the only other way I could think of doing this was if-- maybe if Aphelios had me first, it would make it easier, but when it's the three of us we're kind of... you know.

[He stares down at her while she works through it. At first, he was absolutely about to suggest something else, the idea of it being owed to him was- not one he was big on.

But as she continues, hell, she can FEEL the way the words effect him, the tensing of his stomach, the twitch in her hands gently pulling those spines, the shudder around her, and the little whine.

She absolutely set out to PREPARE for this and he's just THUNDERSTRUCK with the idea of it, and aroused out of his damn mind.]

Excited? [REALLY EXCITED. Uncoordinated? Occasionally reckless.

Shit. Condoms.]

Uhhh, we prolly need a raincheck, though.

[ Ohhhh that's nice. She rewards that twitch, the whine, with a nice squeeze and a stroke, eager even as she speaks. ]

Right-- excited, and... And we tend to finish each other before we can...

[ But she pauses-- and stares at him, vaguely distraught ]

A-- raincheck? You don't want to?

[HE LIKES REWARDS THANK YOU VERY MUCH.]

No! I WANT TO! [He wants to SO MUCH.]

It's kind of some weird horror apocalypse town and I've been hunting for toilet paper, not rubbers! [HE HATES HIS PRIORITIES SO MUCH RIGHT NOW.]

[ oh. okay so he had the same though that's actually... really reassuring?

They should be good. Rather, she should be good. He's already being good and yet, she wants-- god, she wants. Is this the sort of thing she's supposed to want? Really?

More than anything-- she wants him to feel good. She nuzzles into his neck, face hot. ]

We've... We have some at Gluttony, but I--

...

You could just-- pull out? Right?

[HE CAN ONLY BE SO STRONG. That last bit of willpower snaps as she says that, nuzzling his neck.

Soundlessly he nods, EXUBERANTLY, face going very red.]

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