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[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...

[ The plea shudders all the way up her spine and back again, tightening around him as she rocks, her thighs trembling under his hands with the effort of movement. Her hands tremble, too, gripping him firmly but trying not to dig into his skin.

His words-- the purr-- make her laugh, breathless. It's a little embarrassing to hear things like that, but... ]

Y-you're good-- feel good-- too, I-- more...

[ But she can feel the way his cock twitches within her, how he restrains himself, even as she slowly bounces along him. She kisses, distracted, up his jaw and cheeks and face, his head, tugging his head down a little so she can repay his earlier action with her own: she tilts her head to his ear, and bites, tugging. ]

[It's a raw, vulnerable sound when she bites and pulls. He lets her, whole self attuned to her. More, she asked for more, he can do that, he can make her happy.

His hands wrap around her hips again, and this time, he pushes, sudden and full, FILLING her up as if he could part her any further, as he he could get to her heart from there..]

[ it drives the breath right out of her, his sudden thrust-- fills her to the brim and leaves no room but anything but him. It's good, it's great, the grip of his hands means she can relax a little more, let him take his pleasure from her as she pants against him. He surges in, he presses hard and insistent on all those places that tighten that coil of pleasure at once.

She's close-- so close-- maybe he can't get to her heart like that but he's certainly managed something, her rough, trembling voice soft and encouraging and a little strained against his hair and ear. Her hips trying-- with marginal success-- to roll down against him and meet him in the middle. ]

Good-- good, good, keep-- like that, yyyyes please please please--

[The hands nearly keep her entirely in place as he thrusts up as solidly as the teeth keep his head down, folding him around her. It's not fast, oh but it's deep and powerful, each thrust grinding a little against her, rolling his hips with his own need.

His world really isn't much more than the exquisite tension firing off with pleasure edging on pain, the burn of muscles, and the fall of those little words on his ears, brushing his fur.]

[ This rules. This is the best thing ever. Dying right now would actually be PRETTY choice if it had to happen. She shudders, arches under his hands and his thrusts and relishes in the way her focus narrows down to just his body around (in) her. She grips at him, firm, desperate, panting against his head and-- half-a-dozen strokes (or more, she wasn't keeping count) and she's through.

Somehow it's gentler than before, but maybe that's just because by this point all the energy's been drained out of her; she gives a choked whimper into his fur as her body squeezes in tight, hot pulses around him, trembling and limp in his lap. ]

[He actually stops, shivering, now-clawed toes curled and openmouthed panting. He can't kiss her like this, but he wants to. One hand pets down he back, even as the other slips between them, rubbing her clit as she clamps down around him.]

that's it that's it you're so good sooooo so so good...

[ -- ah

Words? Happening? He's saying something, his breath is hot and wet against her skin, and she can't understand a word of it because he's rubbing her clit and oh my god? Oh my god.

She doesn't even have a chance to come down from that because he ramps it right back up again, her eyes squeezing shut and her body going taut, jerking with little electric pulses and she-- curls over, maybe? Definitely bears down against him, firm. Her breath pants shallow and trembling, her jaw tight, and the noises she makes are both sharp with need and desperation. It hurts-- no, feels good? No, hurts? ????? It doesn't really matter when she's coming again, does it? Her teeth meet something-- skin, perhaps-- and bite down with a sobbed little whimper, releasing his hair so she can dig her fingers into his arm with urgency. ]

[It's hard to say what one thing it was, but out of the haze of her ripping around him, squeezing so tightly, the SOUNDS pouring out of her in little hitches ... it's the bite of teeth and nails that pushes him right over.

Val will find herself being pulled with the suddenness of desperation as he remember the ONE AND ONLY THING HE HAD TO KEEP IN MIND FOR THIS, spines dragging all the way down that oversensitive passage. It doesn't take much for his cock to slip between them, pushing against her mound to find his own finish.]

[ She makes a truly pathetic noise in her throat as he does that, high-pitched-- for a brief, unreasonable moment she feels almost horrid without him filling her, like something's been taken. But her faculties slowly, slowly return as she feels him rut against her-- her fingers (and teeth) loosen in his skin and she carefully presses the flat her hand around him as he finishes between them so he has some more friction, eased by the slick still coating him.

She doesn't really bother to move much beyond that, though, heaving for breath and sagging against him; no mind to his grip on her or the new coat of paint all over her front, still just kind of. y'know. rebooting. ]

[Sett just, curls up around her a little more, a tired, soundless laugh as he feels like he's emptied out his balls and maybe like, oh, five years of his life. Worth.

And then just flops backwards, arms spread.]

Thhhhhat... we have GOT to do that again.

[ oof. she lets herself be flopped onto his chest when he moves, looking a bit more like a sweaty blob of flesh than, yknow, a person. It takes her another minute or so to speak, throat a bit raw, her hand shakily and weakly giving his chest a smack. though honestly it might just be a pat it's kind of hard to tell when she's so boneless. ]

... mmmight. Die. That was so much.

[ a pause ]

But I-- wanna... soon.

[Nooo, no smack, his arms go around her again, and pets her hair and ears. He will pull up the energy for that.]

M'glad. [That she liked it, that they'll do it again, that she's laying on him. There's a lot at the moment. He's VERY content.]

[ makes a small noise as he pets her, but oozes atop him, eyes half-lidded. Her tail tries to wag, but kind of gives up halfway. ]

Next time-- condom. So you can... stay in.

[sHIT. How all of that orgasm would have been still in her feeling her come down, warm and soaking and and.

Yeah he's just red and nodding, thanks.]

[ another moment or two just to breathe and come down and let her nerves all stop firing at once, finally, before slooowly and carefully pushing herself up. her arms and legs still tremble, a little, as she straddles him again, looking down at him, considering... ]

... Tight fit, huh...

YEAH it was GREAT, like REALLY right there at -

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