finalflight | DEDICATED HENRATURRA POST;

[That one properly stings, and if she hasn't already made his backside tinted pink, she has now. He actually lifts up a little in surprise, though that just means he can angle himself better to... slip a cheeky finger inside of her.]

And you're wet all over again.

[Was she ever not.]

[ when he lifts up, the curve of his spine, the movement of the muscle... mmh. one hand dips between his legs and cups his balls—and more firmly when he tucks a finger inside.

yes, she is wet again. hot again. she pushes her raised legs against the invisible hands holding them back and open. liking the futility. or the struggle. ]

Would you prefer I be dry like desert?

[Held down quite firmly, her legs will feel the resistance of his telekinesis; the same with her tail, though he gives that enough leeway for its tip to flicker.

And oh, he just moans when she clenches around his balls, and it almost feels like a threat, except Henry rather enjoys it — in a playful way.

He crooks his finger inside of her.]

Oh, no. That’s not much of a compliment.

[ squirms and squirms and squirms and squirms and squirms as much as she has leeway to ]

Henryyyyyyyyyyy...

[EhehehHEH intensifies in his mind.]

What is it?

Do something!

[Slips a second finger in to feel the glide and stretch, knowing full well she probably means the facesitting.]

Aren't I?

[ she does! but she also means between her legs, where his slender fingers ease in with a satisfying, pretty, slick sound. her toes curl, uncurl. she cannot flex or even move her legs like this, hoisted back and held in place as they are, and all at once that sense of exposure floods in. ]

Mmghghh.

[ SMACK SMACK SMACK ]

[DON'T YOU LIKE THE EXPOSURE, SPREZZATURA

His backside will just have to take a beating for a few moments more, jolting a little bit each time, but the ever-present bite of a sting keeps him motivated. At this angle, he can see where his fingers meet her cunt, but most of the experience is the sensorial wetness that surrounds them. He spreads his fingers inside of her, then, to feel her stretch-

His other hand rests on her inner thigh, as if to keep her spread open.]

Well, do you like it- [A-ah, his rear. She hits with vigor.] -or don't you?

[ of course she likes it. the protest is part of the play. Sprezzatura Vaux can hardly act if she can't act indignant, writhing beneath him as if she hates the little pleasures.

her lips petal around his fingers, soft and flushed and shining deep in between. ]

I am wanting more!

[And Henry can't ever turn down the chance to tease as much as he can get away with. He wiggles his fingers inside of her, slides them out, wet and gratuitously, then slips them back in again. Leans forward even more, his backside on full display, the length of his erection laying flat against her.]

Don't you still want me to sit on your face?

[ she does! she does! his cheeks are pink and his length hot between her breasts. ]

Are you going to not??

Mixed signals, Sprezzatura! I thought you liked me fingering you.

[Poor girl. Both fingers slip out, then. But surely this just means he's going to finally accommodate her, but not without placing a kiss down wherever his lips meet first.]

[ her shin, her thigh? she digs her nails in at the meat of his thighs. ]

Ohhhh. I do.

[Oh, she's fiery right now. His lips land upon her thigh, and upon that once-more sting of nails, Henry nips a little at the skin before he raises back up.]

You can't have both.

[Or maybe she can, with the use of his powers. But he'll not say that right now.

However, now, Henry finally concedes — he lifts up a few inches to scoot himself back, with the intention of finally settling himself atop her face. She has more than enough leeway to guide him in the meanwhile.]

[ he's a tall man! he can reach her cunt from her face! don't deny her!

as Henry arranges himself, he's welcomed with a small, quavering moan. biting nails turn into cupping palms, yes, to guide him up to her face. she leans into the pressure on her horns to lift her chin and kiss the curve of one buttock. so close. her heart is going so fast. ]

I want this.

[ :) He will deny her for now! …At least until she begins in earnest, anyway.

Anticipation is at a boiling point in these few moments before. Her kiss practically sears, pleasantly. His heart feels like it’s pulsing in every single part of him, but most especially below the waistline.]

And I want you. Make me feel nothing but you.

[…And, situated and guided, he slowly lowers himself.]

[ slowly, slowly... his backside comes down. her hands pull at his thighs, fingers splaying and closing and splaying and closing in gentle repetition until his weight really begins to settle, and her face nestles right up in between, the damp parting of her lips bumping just north of his hole.

she closes her eyes. exhales shakily, which blooms warm between his buttocks and betrays the stumbling pace of her heart. this is... less control than she would normally allow. it's Henry who can choose to wriggle on top of her; push her face deeper in, smother her, deny her breath, pleasure himself on her face, admire her body, open and close her, and coo dirty things at her.

Mammon. he had better.

her face hot where Henry's cheeks hug her. the tip of her tail, which he's left free, flickers.

murmured, muffled, ] You will feel so relaxed after this, you cannot help but fall to sleeping...

[Everything he does with her is exciting, but uncharted territory—which is plenty for them, though they've been crossing a lot off the list recently—is always special. More elevated. Becomes his favorite, immediately, if only because he favors every single sensation in the moment as it happens. Now, even before they've barely begun, he's already titillated by her warmth nudged between his buttocks, the idea of his weight atop her, even the minute movement of her lips as she murmurs beneath him makes his erection throb almost uncomfortably.

And yes, the control. He wiggles a little even now, though it's less to assert dominance and more to simply feel. Appreciate the view of her spread out. Anticipate exactly what that tongue of hers is going to do to him. Think about, maybe, what he'd like to do with his own telekinesis to make focus difficult for her... later.]

Are you going to make me useless, Sprezzatura? Make me come with your tongue inside of me?

Mmhmmm.

[ yes—useless so that he will concede to lay next to her as the day dwindles by, and feeling utterly enraptured by the pleasure she imparts. when he wiggles himself onto her face, she finds herself needing to catch her breath. already. he rubs himself on her mouth; down, past his rim, and up again.

caressing his thighs. she wets her lips and feels with the tip of her tongue for his pucker, and, finding it, sucks a single kiss to warm him to the sensations. ]

[Sensitive there, always. Even rubbing against her lips incidentally as he adjusts and wiggles makes him bite at the inside of his lip; and when he feels the tip of her warm, wet tongue nudge against him, followed by that kiss, he instinctually tightens against her. Certainly not because he's suddenly unkeen to the idea of kisses against his hole, but the novelty of it is a jolt. His back straightens. Lifts incrementally on his knees, maybe a centimeter at most.]

Ha...

[ hhaa. the apples of her cheeks lift, smugly. beneath his weight, even. she turns her face as best she can to kiss the inside curve of one cheek, and to Henry, he may be aware of the curl and release of her fingers on his thighs and her clawed toes in the air. ]

Don't run...

[Very aware of all of the above, have no doubt about that.]

I wouldn't dare.

[Notably gives her no chance to respond, just barely enough of a breadth of time to realize that he's settling down on her face once more.

And now, the tease of his telekinetic touch running up and down her thighs.]

I wonder if I should keep myself occupied, too. Hm?

[ ah, his weight. her lips push, plush and damp, up to meet him as he sinks and smothers her. dimly, she's aware of the heat, and gentle pressure, of his balls beneath her chin, and she opens her mouth to smear her tongue across his rim... just in case she can get them to twitch.

not yet.

sighs out heavily, with some effort, as those hands of his venture to her thighs. oh, so long as he's offering.... Sprezzatura tries to pull her knees up a little higher. he makes her like feeling naughty. ]

[Less of a tickling jolt this time, that feeling against his rim. She'll definitely feel him twitch in more ways than one soon enough: his balls, and certainly his cock. Even his hole, more so than the rest, reacting to whatever ministrations she's kind enough to give him. He settles down lower, a bit more pressure to really feel.

But look at her, making her even more exposed, hiking herself up. Just asking for attention between her legs. His powers drag their wanderings towards her inner thighs, until both "hands" converge at her cunt, rubbing up against her folds once, twice.]

Dirty girl. Spread wide open, waiting for my touch, while you tongue me? Insatiable, aren't you?

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