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[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.]

[ //// okay. okay. her tail picks up the pace, low and nervous against her legs, her ears seemingly unable to settle between interest and uncertainty and VERY interested, and--

she rubs the pad of her thumb over those spines again, feeling the way they gently catch against her skin as she tilts her head up to kiss his jaw-- his red cheeks. ]

... And it would be hard to-- feel these. With something on.

[Between the touch, the little pull that he feels the other side of, and the WORDS, he is practically vibrating at her command.

He just breaths out, and takes her hand off his dick, licking the pre off of her fingers, one at a time.]

You gotta- Gimmmie a sec. [His other hand slides up her thigh. AS MUCH AS HE REALLY WANTS TO JUST PULL HER ON TOP AND LET HER SET THE PACE...]

[ oh-- her face burns watching him do that, gently pressing her fingers down against his tongue when he licks and just kind of... marveling at the sensation. Or the sight. Or both.

But she shifts her thigh open a little for him as he smooths his hand up along it, relaxed and pliant, even if her heart is going a mile a minute. Even with horny brain she does-- give all of this some due consideration. ]

... If you're too close already...?

[He tries to answer with his tongue pressed down. All it really does is brush her fingers against the long curve of his fangs.]

Sfine. [It's slurred but easily enough to tell, before he goes back to treating her fingers.]

[His, however, presses one into her folds pressing along the walls in a gentle stretch.]

[ Well the one good thing about her having come first is that she IS still slick and soft and relaxed under him; that finger meets much less resistance than the first time they did this, and she shudders, lifting her hips to eagerly meet him.

She doesn't really seem to mind that her hand's gotten a bit slobbery as she presses her finger to the point of his fang and draws it out of his mouth, idly rubbing saliva off of his lips with the dry heel of her palm. Mostly so she can draw him back down to her face and kiss him, humming softly against his lips and trailing hers up, over his cheek again and to his temple. ]

[Yeah, he just follows her implicit commands easily, eagerly, lead by his teeth, literally. He happily sinks into the kiss, their taste on his lips and tongue.

This time he gives some warning about that second finger, leaving it rubbing at her entrance.]

[ it is MUCH APPRECIATED, even though she feels it and-- laughs, a little, into his hair, even as she presses up against his touch, her tail thumping slowly between her thighs.

She curls her arms around his neck as he works, rocking slowly up against his hand and nuzzling at the base of his ear, breath soft and warm over his fur. ]

I remembered, I remembered. [He does sound proud of himself because HONESTLY HE IS REALLY DISTRACTED RIGHT NOW. He grins at her laugh and stoops again to kiss her, long and thoroughly before pulling out his fingers.]

Sooo... If ah... you wanna try. We can stop if it's not fun.

You're so, so good.

[ she manages to mumble it against his mouth before he seals that kiss, groaning into his mouth-- the pressure of those fingers is so good, and it's truly not long at all before she feels that coil of heat begin to tighten in her again, eager and waiting.

She exhales softly when they part, dragging her hands down his chest again and dragging the pads of her thumbs over his nipples as she moves them down to his abs. She DOES resist grabbing his cock again, though she looks down his body with an embarrassed, but appreciative and faintly... hungry look. ]

... I want you. It's okay.

[That mumbled praise is SO good. His own tail curls right at the tip in a happy little coil, little trembles of excitement running down it.]

I want you too. SOooooooOO much. [He is going to shift himself up, arranging himself crosslegged before tugging her up into his lap with all of the brimming energy of YESSSSS! personified. There is that instinct to push down, to slide between her legs and sink in, but... at least like this she can hold on, push down at her own pace. All of the willpower that comes from he REALLY REALLY REALLY WANTS THIS TO HAPPEN AGAIN.]

Oh--

[ she flusters deeply, apparently not expecting to be tugged up like that-- and she settles in his lap, straddling his hips. Somehow it's more intimidating like this, feeling smaller in his lap, even as she shifts her hand to hold his shoulder while the other curls delicately around his length. But it's pretty clear why he chose this position-- the same reason Aphelios did, honestly, and the consideration warms her cheeks as much as the situation itself does.

She does hesitate, though. Just for a moment, lining him up and rubbing his head against her lips, testing the way the spines catch against her skin and making a soft, shivering noise at the feeling. But it's just that moment before she presses her face to his collar and sinks down against him.

And oh, he is big. The stretch is-- good, great, a little painful in the way a really intense massage might be? No, that makes no sense. What the hell is she even trying to compare it for? It's not terribly much worse than his fingers, truly, and if anything the want in her intensifies the sparks of pleasure with in her, the drive to be filled more.

Somewhere, distantly, she thinks: oh. He likes it when I talk, too, and manages to sort of-- gasp out. ]

G-good-- good boy...

[Oh, OH that's tight. He can feel the folds of her as she parts around him, and the grip of muscles as she adjusts and his muscles ACHE as he keeps from pushing up.

And THEN she manages that breathy praise. It's answered by the rip of fabric as his clawed hands slice into the bedding and mattress below to keep it together. The little whispers back are just- just thanking her, nuzzling his face down against her head-

And a bite, pulling at her ear.]

[ Okay well we've learned something today and that's 1. Sett REALLY likes praise and 2. MAYBE don't do this while actively trying something both new and a little dicey

Mostly because well, it's hard not for that tearing sound to be a bit startling, so she'd already tensed up a bit-- and the bite truly doesn't help, sending a jolt of electricity all the way down her body. She doesn't melt the way Sett did, in bed with Aphelios, startled by the shock of hot pleasure; instead she reflexively jerks down against him, squeezing tight with a breathless gasp-- and a strangled noise at the whole of him hilted within her, muffled only by the way she sinks her own teeth into his collar, her fingers clawed into his shoulder.

It's maybe a second or two before she can manage to release some of that tension, exhaling through her nose and loosening her fingers to give him a weak smack on the arm. ]

[OKAY. HELLO!!!!!! HI!

WOW.

HI! HELLO!!!!]

[ okay. okay. this is good, it gives her a good moment to relax again-- so she does, releasing her bite with a bit of a grimace and huddling instead against his chest, just. sitting... in his lap... they've barely just started and she kind of already feels like she's been worked over. She breathes slowly, staring down where they're joined and just sort of marveling that, man. She could fit that. What the fuck. It feels SO good?? It hurts a little. It's GREAT.

(... hey, hasn't she seen porn where there's like... a bulge... surely not...)

Well while Sett's busy coming down from that new high and not totally paying attention she'll carefully smooth her free hand over her pelvis and press in, yknow, just slightly. for no reason at all. ]

[None reason. No reason at all. Yeah no, she can absolutely feel it and SO CAN HE by the sound he makes.

Sett can hear his own pulse in his ears at this point and really, his world is every point she's touching him. A riot could happen around them and he's really just more focused on nuzzling the ear he'd just bitten, and running his hand down her back

AND FEELING HER FEEL HIM.]

[ oh my god. porn was right.

He can probably feel her face going deep, hot red as she presses her fingertips against that, then-- stops, because my god that's embarrassing but also now she knows it's there and hey. holy shit. But also he's nuzzling her so nicely and she shivers a bit, ear twitching back, and she hesitantly kisses his chest as she decides okay. okay. It's been long enough, she really can't-- doesn't want to-- wait anymore, time to move because feeling him is nice but she wants to feel him.

Except every fucking movement brings a new sensation because this man is ridiculous. She slowly shifts up on her knees to lift, slowly drawing him out of her... and the gentle scrape of those spines against the sensitive flesh raises goosebumps all along her arms. She gives a soft little whimper-- the intensity of that reduces much of her awareness to that feeling and his warmth, his firm thighs beneath hers, his skin under her fingers as she hooks them behind his shoulders for purchase. ]

[He's doing SO good. Being SO PATIENT AND SO GOOD, even though as she lifts herself he can FEEL her muscles work and squeeze, the heat clenching in little waves and relaxation. He can feel the slow drag of the spines through his own nerves, and he just pants, open mouthed, watching her like she's his whole world at the moment.

Honestly, there's a 50-50 chance he wouldn't notice an interruption, and 50-50 he'd murder it if it wasn't Phel.

It's when she slides back down he can't really help but plant his palms and roll up into her a little further, the grind of that meeting point against her clit and pushing her walls.]

Ohhhh. Oh-- Sett...

[ she only just barely manages to gasp it out as his hands help press her down and and there's-- something tantalizing, a thrill that shivers up her spine at the tiny taste of power behind his grip. Being held by something-- someone-- so much bigger, stronger, and so terribly gently, even as he strains against it? God, no wonder Aphelios wanted him so badly that night. No wonder he goads him into action with touch and tease, and revels in the way Sett melts and gentles and becomes tame with pleasure.

Her fingers slide up, find purchase in his hair as she rolls her hips in a slow grind against him; feels the way he nudges deeper than Phel could, fills her whole, how the spines scrape in places they shouldn't. Her body's not made for him, she realizes abruptly, but that's more exciting because he's hers anyway and she's fit herself for him anyway and she might not be Vastaya but he's human, too, so who is nature to tell her they're the wrong fit? She shifts, raising herself on him again with a trembling groan, and sets into a slow, intent pace.

Maybe it was a mistake before, but she can't resist now, and her mind truly is only focused on a few specific things in this moment, so she stretches up to kiss his jaw, panting against his skin. ]

Good-- you're being so good... it's so good.

[Even with that firm grip, the hands that literally are large enough to hold her thighs slip away when she pulls up into that achingly slow rise. His groan matches hers, delighting and agonizing at the same time.

She can feel his throat work as he swallows, the hiss of air past his fangs at that praise, the throb inside her at the praise. That shuddering purr vibrates through him and his face buries against her.]

I'm glad I want to be good for you DAMN you have no idea how good you feel I just wanna live here with you around me... Please...

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