finalflight | DEDICATED HENRATURRA POST;

[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?

[ insatiable, she mocks in her head, when he's the one who emerged from utterly dated memory still hungering for more. she exhales warm against him, fanning breath across tender places, and murmurs something that might be affirmative—yes, those hands, that caress. a touch like fingers seeking, playing. yes. yes.

another pull, another pop, and the warm, wet stroke of her tongue in generous circles over and over and over and over his hole. she opens her eyes, gazing up the pretty curve of his back, and wriggles her fingers on his thighs contentedly. ]

[The line of his back both tenses and relaxes, alternating in response to her sucking and releasing against his hole. What an obscene act, he thinks, in the wake of the already obscene things they’ve done — but he loves it. Feeling absolutely filthy with her, highlighted still by the way her tongue laves in circles around his rim. All of her touches are mere affirmation—and this would not change even if he perceived that hint of mocking in her thoughts—and Henry spares another tendril of his powers to be play with the tip of her tail as the heat in his body (and groin, mostly) suffuses through him more fully.

The touch between her legs spreads her lips apart in a tease, to really expose her to the room as she seems to enjoy. The hint of a suggestion — maybe she’d like that same touch sheathed in deep, just as his fingers were moments before.]

Absolutely… insatiable.

[yeah so what if he’s the perpetually horny one]

[ simple as this to wrap him around her finger. her breathing heavy, smothered in the humid heat of his backside, Sprezzatura tugs at his rim again and again and watches how the sensation plays out across his back. like this, she knows; plush lipping, tongue flat. don't shy away from gifting him full, slow contact, from coaxing licks to the very same kisses she would offer his mouth. nice, steady, passionate. working him all so wet and open until she is rewarded by his hole giving beneath her tongue, asking for something to fill it.

it won't take long... but she will enjoy the process and make the best of it last until she gets him there. another wet kiss. his skin shines.

in answer: ] Mmh-h-m-m-m...

[ a sort of laughing moan, juttering, because she can feel him parting her for the room. at once the flush rises in her cheeks pressed between his, and in her breasts. can't move her tail but for the tip, which twitches tellingly. ]

[She’s right about it not taking terribly long; as always, Henry loses himself willingly in sensation, with not enough experience to bulwark him against being so easily manipulated by her. Never mind all his teasing, never mind how much he loves to ply a sense of control. It all falls apart when he touches him just so, or kisses him just so… Just as she eases her tongue so beautifully against his rim, that the muscle there so generously gives way. Relaxes, for whatever she wishes to do to him, wet and throbbingly warm.

Henry, for his part, lets a moan slip past his lips. He finds his hands bracing him on either side of the sheets, fingers flexing. His powers, too, follow this lead, all the places where she’s bound gripping into her, then relaxing into its default state again. He senses the tip of her tail flickering in his periphery — just barely.]

Ngh. [A little impatiently-] Fill me up if you want the same.

[ the first, she hopes, of many moans. he never moans as often when he's actually fucking her, whether it's his own focus or intensity which silences him, and so the sound now makes her shiver. the peaks of each breast pebble and the nipples go taut.

it feels... as though he's squeezing her all over. but his hands—the real ones—are in the sheets. curls her toes again, because she thinks that conveys to him all that needs conveying: she likes this.

she likes having him on her face.

she likes her horns being held to keep her down.

she likes the sight of his back curving above her while her mouth buries in his most intimate places.

so she begins to pull her nails back and forth on his thighs while she holds him. continuing to play at his rim, letting her tongue drift further beneath with every lick, rather than inside. ]

[Always sensitive there, too, almost ticklish, at his thighs. It's one more layer of something prickly keen to contrast the way her tongue teases him, and though he holds back a shiver, it might as well be seen in the flexing muscles along his back. His shoulder blades most especially prominent, given that he's tilted his arms back at an angle to lean and arch, palms in the sheets. All him taut, with a sheen to his skin courtesy of faint perspiration.

Hyperfocused on a few things right now: how her tongue is very much not even teasing slipping inside, the movement of her body beneath him, how his cock feels stiffer than it's ever been. He could touch himself, allowing him some relief, but he's stubborn, too. A shuddering breath, an almost-moan this time, and his powers squeeze at her legs, imploring. His other invisible touch glides up her cunt again, but refuses to even brush past her clit.]

Come on. Be good for me.

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