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finalflight2024-09-12 10:58 am
retroductions) wrote in finalflight2024-09-12 10:58 am
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[Beckons her into his arms, then.]
Come here, then, dear girl.
Come here, then, dear girl.
[ she sinks into him with a laugh. never can stay annoyed at him for long. ]
I like it when you call me this.
I like it when you call me this.
[Smiling, he holds her close enough for a very casual yet intimate sort of dance.]
Do you? And what else do you like for me to call you, so that I might always please your ears?
Do you? And what else do you like for me to call you, so that I might always please your ears?
[He is rather familiar with the nature of women’s clothing and their undergarments, though certainly not because of any particularly… intimate reasons. But it just means he knows how to navigate without even looking, through touch alone. And it’s touch that he indulges in idly, particularly interested in the taut formation of muscle right at the base of her tail. She really is a well-built woman, he thinks — admittedly rather dumbly because the opium really doesn’t allow him to analyze much deeper than that.
Anyway. She’s touching him now. Really touching him, and Sholmes stutters a pleased and surprised noise both, arching straight into her hand. His cock twitches excitedly in response. He feels so warm that he might melt in the spot.]
And… with such deft hands, too…
Anyway. She’s touching him now. Really touching him, and Sholmes stutters a pleased and surprised noise both, arching straight into her hand. His cock twitches excitedly in response. He feels so warm that he might melt in the spot.]
And… with such deft hands, too…
[ in the quiet of the room, swaying gently ]
That is enough.
That is enough.
[ wriggles her fingers—deftly. he fills her hand and then some, that open vee stuffed full now that her hand has joined him.
angles her face up to kiss clumsily at his neck. ]
Ahh-h. You are stiff like wood.
[ and all of her is languid, humid, hot. ]
angles her face up to kiss clumsily at his neck. ]
Ahh-h. You are stiff like wood.
[ and all of her is languid, humid, hot. ]
Very well.
[Ehe. In his head, it’s a slow and gentle melody. Led by a violin, of course.]
My dear, dear girl.
[Ehe. In his head, it’s a slow and gentle melody. Led by a violin, of course.]
My dear, dear girl.
[And he'd feel the same way—does feel the same way—if that sensual anticipation she keeps building up inside of him twist all that laziness up inside, making him both eager and useless at once.]
And whose fault is that, I wonder?
[Palms her again, greedily, fingers flexing in one hand while the other slip down her tail.]
And whose fault is that, I wonder?
[Palms her again, greedily, fingers flexing in one hand while the other slip down her tail.]
I love you.
[ comeing out fast and soft, as though rushed by Sholmes' words. suddenly she feels near tears, aching and naked under his perception. ]
I am thankful every day that I was taken to that awful place.
[ comeing out fast and soft, as though rushed by Sholmes' words. suddenly she feels near tears, aching and naked under his perception. ]
I am thankful every day that I was taken to that awful place.
[ laughter, low and slow. he does feel teenage now as he gropes her and pulses in her hand. this could be... over quick.
can't have that. ]
You should be thanking me. [ she closes the ring of her fingers and pumps her hand once. ] Go on. Thank me.
can't have that. ]
You should be thanking me. [ she closes the ring of her fingers and pumps her hand once. ] Go on. Thank me.
One or two good things did come from all the toils, I’d say.
[Lightly, gently, contrasted to her own changing demeanor. He sways with her, and offers her a warm, fond kiss atop her forehead.]
Our love makes the top of the list.
[I love you, too.]
[Lightly, gently, contrasted to her own changing demeanor. He sways with her, and offers her a warm, fond kiss atop her forehead.]
Our love makes the top of the list.
[I love you, too.]
[Oh, he really squeezes when she graces him with that single stroke, and yes… it’s clear that if she’s not careful, this will end perilously soon. He’s teenaged and inexperienced — for Sholmes, anyway, the two are rather synonymous with each other.]
Th-thank you…? [Aaaaaa his brain just defaults to being obedient if it means she’s touching him like that.] Your generosity is boundless, I… can only thank you for it, dear girl.
Th-thank you…? [Aaaaaa his brain just defaults to being obedient if it means she’s touching him like that.] Your generosity is boundless, I… can only thank you for it, dear girl.
[ she lifts her face into it as a flower turning towards the sun. his kiss lingers at the peak of her forehead, just between the starting jut of her horns. it feels incredibly tender.
breathed, again, ] I love you... I love her...
breathed, again, ] I love you... I love her...
Mmmhmm.
[ he's so! darling! she understands again why she fell in love with him. reminded again of him on his knees, humping onto her foot while he held her tightly. she thinks she can get him there again. another languid stroke up his length, the best she can while still inside the open vee of his trousers, Sprezzatura kissing at his neck in little plucking smacks. ]
It is so good to make you feel this way.
[ it makes her feel like the better version of herself. one who isn't selfish or neglectful. with him, she isn't. ]
[ he's so! darling! she understands again why she fell in love with him. reminded again of him on his knees, humping onto her foot while he held her tightly. she thinks she can get him there again. another languid stroke up his length, the best she can while still inside the open vee of his trousers, Sprezzatura kissing at his neck in little plucking smacks. ]
It is so good to make you feel this way.
[ it makes her feel like the better version of herself. one who isn't selfish or neglectful. with him, she isn't. ]
[It is incredibly that: tender. Sholmes saves a joke about loving Wagahai, too, for another day.
Instead he gently extends an arm to give her a slow twirl.]
Simply imagine how you’ll feel once you get to know her even better.
Instead he gently extends an arm to give her a slow twirl.]
Simply imagine how you’ll feel once you get to know her even better.
[ she twirls, but keeps her tail looped about him so that she wraps herself in it on the way. ]
This is good side of you.
This is good side of you.
[She could probably convince him to do just about anything right now. Inhibitions are low, curiosity is at a high — so is want, which is not rare for him in regards to mental stimulation, but physically? So uncommon is it that he can't help but follow its lead, to see where it might take them.]
Is it so rare? I cannot- [His words stumble on his tongue when she strokes him again, but it's with diligent effort that he continues.] -imagine it is.
[With his future self, he means, that man he might someday become.
Still, he plays with her tail, realizing slowly that her undergarments must be fashioned in a way to allow for it. Both practical and, in this era, a bit scandalous, indeed.]
I want to make you feel the same. Isn't it only fair?
[He wants to excel as she does, and this isn't terribly surprising.]
Is it so rare? I cannot- [His words stumble on his tongue when she strokes him again, but it's with diligent effort that he continues.] -imagine it is.
[With his future self, he means, that man he might someday become.
Still, he plays with her tail, realizing slowly that her undergarments must be fashioned in a way to allow for it. Both practical and, in this era, a bit scandalous, indeed.]
I want to make you feel the same. Isn't it only fair?
[He wants to excel as she does, and this isn't terribly surprising.]
[Always connected. How envious he is of her, that she was born with a tail like that!]
Oh, as opposed to...?
[He laughs and brings her back in closer.]
Oh, as opposed to...?
[He laughs and brings her back in closer.]
[ that Victorian open crotch nearly seems made for her, it's true. as though somehow this world had known to one day expect her, and at least in this one way, had prepared. his hands are so close. she can feel the coolness of the room teasing itself between her legs, where she has become damp, where her lips tingle with the desire to be paid attention to. little pleasures straight from her tail to her cunt. it's not a long way to go.
his stutter all but rolls off his lips and across her cheek like a caress; she inhales as though she might taste. this inexperience of his holds deep allure. ]
Go on, then.
[ her hand has fallen still, as though she can't focus on the two things at once. ]
his stutter all but rolls off his lips and across her cheek like a caress; she inhales as though she might taste. this inexperience of his holds deep allure. ]
Go on, then.
[ her hand has fallen still, as though she can't focus on the two things at once. ]
[Her hand halting so soon is torture, but more importantly, further motivation to touch. To explore. To be less cautious, waiting for her permission, and far more exploratory, as he knows he can be. As he knows she must want.]
Very well. Then…
[Quite bold, indeed, is the course he decides upon. His hands abandon both her cheek and her tail, one finding itself resting upon her hip, the other snaking down—through or over or however the material might allow him—to touch, with two exploratory fingers, the wetness of her folds.
As he said, it’s only fair. And it’s just about what imagined it to be.]
…here?
Very well. Then…
[Quite bold, indeed, is the course he decides upon. His hands abandon both her cheek and her tail, one finding itself resting upon her hip, the other snaking down—through or over or however the material might allow him—to touch, with two exploratory fingers, the wetness of her folds.
As he said, it’s only fair. And it’s just about what imagined it to be.]
…here?
Ah, well. [Ahem.] I would hardly call that me at all, would I?
[ she gentles. pulls back in from the spin with her tail about his waist and lays her cheek on his chest.
his heartbeat... ah, she's become so sentimental. ]
I am so lucky woman.
his heartbeat... ah, she's become so sentimental. ]
I am so lucky woman.
[ i cannot overstate how easy it is for him to get in there. all he need do is venture in, perhaps tuck some of the material to one side, and there it all is. it's as if the Victorians designed women's drawers with her, specifically, in mind. how easy to bare herself to the room. how easy, too, for a young man to play with her cunt for the first time.
the hair at her nape seems to stand on end as she feels the creep of him moving down. then his slender fingers—cool compared to the heat coming off her—settling upon her lips. only now can she feel how wet she's gotten, simply from playing with him like this. she inhales shakily, sharply, prickles of heat and pleasure coursing through her. without meaning to, she lifts her tail. she's an easy woman. ]
Da, good boy.
the hair at her nape seems to stand on end as she feels the creep of him moving down. then his slender fingers—cool compared to the heat coming off her—settling upon her lips. only now can she feel how wet she's gotten, simply from playing with him like this. she inhales shakily, sharply, prickles of heat and pleasure coursing through her. without meaning to, she lifts her tail. she's an easy woman. ]
Da, good boy.
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