finalflight | DEDICATED HENRATURRA POST;

[ 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.

[ :)

Quirks a brow. Jokingly-]

I appreciate them all equally. But it's my turn to return the favor, isn't it?

[ at this, she falls back and smiles at him. it's lecherous. i am not gonna lie. ]

Why are you asking?

[But he's seen a smile like that before; she must truly be wanting. It's flattering.]

I'm polite like that.

[Heh. He bends down for one more kiss, and then straightens again to move atop her like moments ago.]

[ she strains up and plants a cute little kiss to his thigh. mwah. ]

[Cute. A little tickly there, too, and just sensitive enough to threaten a shiver.

But he keeps it at bay, just so he can settle on top as before, legs braced on each side of her. Almost precisely where he was sitting prior, only having risen up a few inches so he can adjust back, back, the swollen sight of his stiff cock all too impossible to ignore.

He implores, practically cooing-]

Open up for me.

[ why does she insist on giving him the control, only to defy him at every turn? who can say! all she knows is her heart is in so many places at once—most prominent where her tail gently smooths between her lips and across her clitoris.

she stretches her hands up his back again. every vertebrae in his spine. his dips, his swells. silly, that he might think she would obey. ]

Mmmmake me.

[ she can't not needle him when her entire field of vision is filled by Henry Creel's cock and balls. ]

[Oh my god. Of course now she chooses to be stubborn about adhering to a simple request. This shouldn’t surprise him, though it makes him increasingly impatient — even if he can’t deny he likes it when she’s playful.]

Sprezzatura…

[Balanced on one palm of his hand, the other dips under to feel for the curve of her chin as she feels up every divot of his spine. A thumb nudges at her top lip, then over, urging her to open. It’s far from forceful, more imploring than anything; if the tease of his cock right there won’t entice her, then maybe simple touch will.]

Behave, now.

[ he'd be right. the tracing movement of his thumb on her lip—she parts her lips gently, in case he'll treat her to more. ]

[It makes little to no sense to pull away now that he's properly enticing her, so he traces her bottom lip once, and nudges his touch gently between her parted lips.

Again-] Just like that. Be good and open for me.

[ and her eyes fall completely shut. yes. he knows what she likes. nudges her tongue up to feel out the shape of his thumb... her thighs squeeze on either side of her tail. she's subtly, but clearly, still humping it. ]

[Henry's only dimly aware of what she's doing with her tail, far too focused on the shape of her lips around his thumb, the feel of her tongue tracing the contour of it.]

Little more, Sprezzatura.

[And now, the nudge of his pointer finger, too, to slip past her bottom lip and delicately join his thumb.]

[ a little more. this is a laughably bad view of Henry Creel, but she opens her eyes anyway in case she can glimpse him looking down at her while she, again, sucks his fingers.

she feels too hot for her own body. ]

Mmn.

[Come now, she’s seen him in much more unflattering circumstances than from a bad selfie angle. It’s hard to be… well, harder to look at than his lich self, so at least it isn’t that.

And besides, sex always provides rose tinted glasses. For Henry, anyway, she could not do a single wrong ever in moments like these; and she’s always beautiful, so that never changes, anyway.

He turns his fingers partway as her tongue swirls around them, then the other direction. She’s so warm. Everywhere. He feels the same, too, like his blood is molten and wanting to escape from his own buzzing body.]

Now, then. Will you behave for me?

[ in answer: pulling off his fingers with a soaking wet pop, then her mouth falling open so he can see the coil of her waiting tongue inside. wide open. eyes once again fluttering closed. she cups his thighs in her hands again and plays with the soft, soft inner skin.

is this "behaving"? ]

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