finalflight | DEDICATED HENRATURRA POST;

Just two. [ even after all they've done. the simplest, the gentlest, and intimate of its own merit. she sighs as he does as asked. ] Mmmn. This feels nice.

[ oh, his hand could belong there. keep her always warm. she rubs his back once, slowly, then pulls on a thigh to bring him back down. closer. her vision blocked again by his pretty back and the pretty flush all the way down it and below. the kiss is feather-light. ]

[He does as suggested, moving back enough to settle down closer. Her kisses are not the fervent ones from before, but rather gentle and considerate, almost ticklish were it not for how she's already left him swollen and aching.]

Everything's nice with you.

[He murmurs it mindlessly as he lets his weight rest against her fully again, though slightly more distributed than before since he's still stretched out to finger her. What a different angle than what he's used to, and within, his fingers wiggle to feel — and to hear, for the wet noises her cunt makes are just as appealing.]

You make everything perfect. If I could do this to you all day, I would.

You have.

[ that husky laugh fanning warm, because hasn't it been hours now since he beckoned her to the greenhouse? and further down the rabbit-hole—hadn't he convinced her mind that he had fucked her for hours and filled her to overflowing?

the apples of her cheeks lift in a smile, even nestled between Henry's. the wiggling is not particularly erotic, but it is still pleasant. him. his inexperience shines through even when he is trying so very hard to present control, and Sprezzatura likes that. ]

Henry...

[ there's her tongue again: warm, slippery, lapping at him, coaxing, as though his rim hasn't already accepted her before. his heartbeat seems to pulse in her fist. ]

[He had accepted her before, and he will accept her now, with even more ease than the last. She’ll barely have to push past that ring of muscle if that’s her true aim — and if not, it’s still as though his hole is primed for her in any way possible. More kisses, more licking, more anything.

It makes him shudder this time, absolutely aching for even more stimulation. His hips move to grind against her, but more pressingly, to encourage more friction against his still-twitching cock.

He palms her, rubs in slow massages, but his focus remains on his fingers. How he can fuck her from this angle — and the answer’s nearly the same as before. Fingers undulating inside, that come-hither motion with his hand simply facing a different direction. Ah, he wonders if he can slip in a third finger, too, and does so without even prompting. She’ll feel the stretch, no doubt.]

And all night.

[If only they could.]

[ she does, and she answers with a husky, muffled moan and the steady slip of her tongue inside him. she pulls on his cock and his thigh, holding him in place so that he's all but smothering her. her breath drips damply between his legs as she pants, making little, breathy sounds and nuzzling closer.

even still pinned to the mattress, the tip of her tail flickers happily. her toes curl and wriggle and her thighs flush as he fingers her. she loves how it feels. how it sounds. the sensation of something inside her, moving around. feeling him crook his fingers and squirm. she thumbs the tender head of his cock and pulls away, gasping, only long enough for breath before she burrows back in. she's so wet that he has her dripping. he may feel, or see, the shine. ]

[Both. He can feel it and see it, and his palm feels drenched with her, and his fingers briefly halt in faint paroxysm as her tongue slips inside once more.

Fuck. This is good. He might as well be smothering her with how he's situated now, and it seems like she all but encourages it. While she moves inside like a thing alive, the way she slides her thumb across his cockhead provides a small jolt down his spine. She'll feel it — proof of how close he is, and if she continues to stroke him off at any frequency, it won't take long for him to spill himself across her chest and belly.]

Careful... you'll make me come. All over you, until there's nothing left-

[He clenches playfully around her tongue, and his fingers continue. He sinks them in deeper—even if it gains him a half-centimeter more depth at most—and fucks her as fervently as his range of motion will allow from his angle, deeply and consistently.

His thoughts are becoming a bit disjointed-] I wonder if I can make you spill like before-

[Aha, with the tentacle. He won't forget that.]

[ ah, her body tingles with heat, but she doubts it. not without the fullness, of being splayed like that, and the unrelenting pressure rocking inside her like that. so heavy. so lithe. his fingers are a different pleasure—one apart. she tries to wriggle into the cupping of his palm, a sole pivot point, but he still has her pinned to the bed like a moth to paper.

Henry bears down on her tongue. it tugs, squeezes. she responds with a small huff, laughter melting into a moan, and kisses his rim with the loud smack of parting. ]

Ah-ah. [ she lets herself make noises and sighs through her parted lips as she slithers in and out. he will like the sound of them. ] Hhaaaahhh.

[ thump! her tailtip on the bedspread. thumbing only just beneath the head of his cock, now. can't have him coming too soon. ]

[Poor Sprezzatura. Any other man might be kind enough to give her a bit more freedom to move and ruck against the shape of his hand, but Henry... does not.

He does, however, let loose her tail from his telekinetic hold. Just to be cheeky about it, and just to see it move in his periphery, one more visual stimulation among the many.]

Ha...

[Oh yes, he likes the noises. The ones she makes both purposefully and not — the sound of her kisses are exceptionally indecent, and her long tongue dragging in and out of him is a refrain he won't forget for a while yet.

Even when she moves her attention away from the head of his cock, his fingers move within her at the same tempo, same enthusiasm, though of course he's going to decry the fact that she's trying to pull him away from the edge, despite his words. Henry clenches around her tongue again, presses his weight down on her, rolling his hips forward and back, seeking stimulation.]

[ Henry grinding onto her face, inexplicably, is the moment which sinks in the clearest. the moment which makes her heart thump hard in her chest and her face turn violet with blushing as he works her head into the mattress just humping down on her. she feels like... like a loose woman.

she tries to arch beneath him, breathless and overheating, toes curled tight and her hand trembling at his cockhead. little bastard. her thighs trembling, too. then—smack! on his backside, then her nails digging in and pulling pink lines over his cheek. ]

Mmmh.

[ she wants to... suck him. what a waste it would be on her stomach. her tongue pops free and snakes beneath: his balls, yes, but the sudden pulling pressure on his thigh as he rocks his hips asks for that something more.

panting hard, she whispers it: ] In my mouth—...

[If she feels like a loose woman, then what does that make him? He's just as indecent as her, probably more so depending on whatever he requests as of late, with the caveat that he feels no shame in any of it. Why should he? When he's with her, nothing else matters.

He feels it, though, just as he hears it. A shift, a change. She wants something different now, something more — maybe he can feel it, too, in the warble of her mind.

Another jolt with the sting of that spank, and the drag of her nails. As before, it straightens his spine, muscles moving beneath skin. Her tongue slinks out of his hole and eases against his thigh, pulling his hips back.]

Ohh? What about it?

[Like he can't guess. But hearing it is sublime, too. His fingers slide out, torturously slow, from her cunt, just to feel how the room's air cools against his skin.]

[ what cruel emptiness! she lips frantically at his balls, the smooth tender skin of his inner thighs, where he can feel her smile or her grimace. the kisses are wet and constant and she has lost grip on her pride; it is not only his fingers which cool in the room. Sprezzatura Vaux, pinned and curled beneath him, licks and kisses as though she'll die without it. ]

Bastard... [ at this, a sharp suck ] Slide your cock inside it.

[ somehow, imperious. a demand. maybe she hasn't lost all pride.

the only thing she can think about is having Henry inside her, in whatever way she can accomplish it. she is only just beginning to understand how immense her pleasure had been, swollen with his vines until she came and came and came. her own exposure to the room now, lips petalled and glistening, serves to intensify her craving for that fullness again, more keenly. ]

Bury it someplace warm.

[ as if to ward her cunt against Henry's selfishness, she lifts her tail in a twitch and glides it directly between her spread legs. ]

[He’d be more surprised if she had let go of her pride completely. No, that isn’t her at all and he knows it — of course she’d still command him to fill her mouth, and of course she’d take a mile when he gives an inch where her tail is concerned.

But he wants to watch as it slides between her legs, and he wants to feel how nigh desperately she licks at his balls, or sucks and kisses at his rim. His heartbeat feels everywhere, it utterly ignites every nerve and throws into stark contrast how much he wants. How much he’d like to please her, and how good it would feel to be seated inside of her again.

There’s a smile to his very breathy, low and haggard, reply.]

Oh, Ms Vaux. How could I deny you, hmm?

[The coyness is purposefully frustrating, probably. He drags his fingers across her thigh, where it leaves a cooling trail against her skin. There is, too, the slightest sting of his nails.]

Your face in my lap again?

[ very slowly, her tail wriggles in place. it would be nearly impossible to tell if not for the way her thighs tremble as though she's holding them so far up of her own effort. little motes of heat, liquid, pooling, spreading up her spine like a poison.

he speaks in that tone and the trembling gets so much worse. ]

N—Nno, ah. [ his fingernails. unthinking, Sprezzatura curls her own in on either thigh, and so holds him to her mouth. it's as though she can't bear to allow his rim to dry. ] Like this. [ suck, pop, nuzzle. ] Like first time.

[He laughs, breathy, in both response to her desperate kisses along his rim and her clarification.]

Oh, I liked the first time.

[And, with purpose, his telekinetic hold releases completely. For all her trembling, he might offer her a small reprieve, for her to wiggle about or rearrange herself (or him) as she sees fit. But moreover, this marks an impatience that continues to brew within Henry, ushering the next part forward as he lifts off of her.]

I'll be gentler.

[Than the first time, too, where she might've gagged a little.]

[ all at once she has no support to keep her legs up and open, and her entire body pitches a little as they wobble and collapse down on the mattress. toes dig into the sheets and thighs stretch out as straight as she can get them—oh sweet, painful relief.

now she can squeeze her legs closed around her tail. it's instinct to hump against it. ]

Hhah—

[ it's hardly words anymore, only noises. she lifts her chin and cranes her head back, looking up at him. beautiful, beautiful him. her lips are swollen and soaked, and she's smiling. ]

This is very nice...

[Her legs, seamed together, her tail caught in between. Her face, too, lips utterly glistening as she smiles up at him. For how obscene this all is, Henry's heart twinges again, reminding him with that lovely-yet-painful-yet-lovely ache that he loves her impossibly much.

Yes, he'll be privy to this entire sight, because he actually moves off of her, kneeling at her side, just so he can bend down and steal a kiss from her swollen lips. He'll rearrange himself again later to properly fuck her throat, but... he's gone too many minutes without getting to kiss her. Thanking her for her effort.]

[ you know how it is. Sprezzatura Vaux loves to kiss.

as he dips near, she closes her eyes, parts her lips, moves one arm to hug around the small of his back. it's a slippery, slow one. no hurrying. just as she had with his rim, she dips her tongue in and out of his mouth. leisurely.

soft, ] My favourite yet.

[ her favourite kiss. each one better than the last, forever. ]

[Forever.

His lips part for her, too, and he lets her tongue dance inside his mouth for now, sucking at it gently whenever she provides him the opportunity. A smile, a pleasant hum.

Almost a shame to break the kiss for the sake of air, but in lifting his head a few inches to appreciate her features, she gets to note the slight trickle of blood at his nostril — ever so slight. But he has used his powers quite a bit today.

Not that he cares.]

They only get better.

[ tingles up and down her spine every single time he does that, sucking on her tongue. maybe this is a glimpse into what it feels like to have a cock, and to have it hugged by a willing throat.

shuddering exhale; her eyes hone in on the nosebleed and fall to half-mast. ]

Lean back down.

[ he can Probably Guess her urge. ]

[He likes the feel of it, too. He wonders just how far that tongue may travel down his mouth, deeper than that, but the thought is derailed and left to be tended to some other day.

And yes, he can definitely guess at that urge. Some things never change, and no part of him wants to deny her.]

Hm…?

[Leans back down, close.]

Mm...

[ good boy, she thinks, and laps her tongue beneath his nostril as tenderly as she did at his hole. the same flat lick. the same tapered tip wriggling, then probing, having found a warm, wet place it wants to crawl into. his blood.

his blood...

Sprezzatura's hunger being what it is, a single drop is not nearly enough. she's shaky with want, the enormity of her desires.

she locks a heavy hand at his nape so he can't pull away as she licks all the way up into his nostril. ]

[H-hello???

At this point, the initial indulgent lick is expected, picking up the outer traces of blood. Still warm and strangely dextrous, just as before, though now he feels the clutch of her hand around his nape keeping him steady.

And her tongue, licking all the way up into that bleeding nostril.

As much as Henry appreciates her desire for blood—and finds it attractive in its own right—this feels... tickly. Makes the teenage part of him, which still exists in tiny fractals amid what remains of his past self, want to tell her again: this probably isn't good for her health.

But that thought vanishes like vapor. Instead, he just wiggles and breathes out disbelieving laughter, wrinkling up his face at the feeling.]

Sprezzatura- [He's still so close that his lips brush against her face.] God forbid I'm ever actually injured and bleeding.

[ignoring the times in mwm he actually was injured and bleeding-]

[ this is somewhat less than the breathless, erotic reaction she had anticipated based off prior experience. tugs her tongue free with a frankly nasty sound. the kind of sound you'd read about in a Stranger Things subtitle. ]

You do not like this anymore?

[He's allowed to like it and find it a funny quirk of hers!!!

The nose she makes as she detaches herself — now that's weirdly erotic to him, man who has been known to stick tentacles down others' throats-]

I do. [He's smiling, looking down at her, crimson thinly smeared across his upper lip where she's missed a bit. He's flushed and keyed up and utterly horny, but easily turns giddy in her company, too. This reflects in his eyes.] I like your tongue in every hole.

[Not untrue.]

It just tickled a little up there.

[ of course he finds squelching erotic.

licks her own lips at him. ]

Some holes more than others.

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