[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.
[ 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. ]
[ 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... ]
[He reaches up, cupping the side of her face gently. He still feels warm and wrung out, in that agreeable haze where she should tell him to do anything but move out from under her...]
You fit me so good... I felt like I was out of my mind when you pushed down. [This is a big old happy smile here.]
[ her tail starts wagging IMMEDIATELY, and she leans into his hand, her own coming up to cup his wrist. She goes very, very red, smiling and pleased, and can't really seem to meet his eyes. ]
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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.]
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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. ]
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And then just flops backwards, arms spread.]
Thhhhhat... we have GOT to do that again.
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... mmmight. Die. That was so much.
[ a pause ]
But I-- wanna... soon.
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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.]
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Next time-- condom. So you can... stay in.
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Yeah he's just red and nodding, thanks.]
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... Tight fit, huh...
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Mhm. Keep going, though? You were saying?
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You fit me so good... I felt like I was out of my mind when you pushed down. [This is a big old happy smile here.]
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... Thank you. For-- for all of... this.
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[Ahhhh she's the best. His thumb brushes along her cheek and he pushes up a little to kiss her.]
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She kisses him back, soft and eager, before pulling back a little. ]
It was... really good.
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[ her tail thumps a bit, and she oozes back down against him again. ]
... should get cleaned up...
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[He cards fingers through her hair and rubs at her ears.]
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M'so glad I met you...
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... you are?
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That's some stupid luck.
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