finalflight | DEDICATED HENRATURRA POST;

[ 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"? ]

[Compared to before? It's encouraging, which is close enough to behaving.

Henry hums with both appreciation and approval, the tip of his pointer finger tracing the bottom of her lip before it departs from her mouth completely.]

Good girl.

[It's becoming his mantra when she presumably does as she's told, but something tells him that she doesn't mind it too much.

Far be it from Henry to wait too long and let the opportunity pass. Her eyes might be closed, but it's impossible to miss the shifting of his weight, the movement of his thighs, as he rises and adjusts to that the heat of his erection hovers just above her lips; and then brought down lower so that its tip, still glistening with the salty taste of precome, might slip past her open mouth and meet her tongue within.

Gentle, gentle for now. He did say he would be.]

[ he keeps calling her that. he must have... realized... how much she likes it. her compulsive shiver, the way her chest flushes and her skin pebbles in goosebumps when he says it.

she tightens her hands on his thighs, as if trying to hold him in place even as he adjusts. senses are higher with her eyes shut: that closeness of heat. trying to nudge it, she lifts her chin a little and rubs her thighs together on either side of her working tail.

the he bumps her. her body flushes through with renewed desire. salty, slick. she tongues his slit before coiling that tongue around to pull him deeper; come inside. yes, like that.

ohh. she's dizzy... ]

[He has. He'll slowly unwind all her little secret likes and wants from her, as a man called Vecna should. Every little tell—undeniable proof—is committed to memory just as fervently, pleasure in its own right.

Both hands are on either side of her, and his fingers curl into the sheets as her tongue tastes him, draws him in. Surrounded by warmth, wet, and softness. He exhales a low sigh, as if the very act brings him relief — it does, in a way, though it only stokes that flame hotter, too, paradoxically making his desire flare.

Her grip might be tight around his thighs, but it'll hardly stop him inching forward farther into her mouth, encouraged. It feels just like the first time...]

I wonder if you'll let me come down your throat again. [They are hardly at that point yet, but the imaginings are lewd, indeed. And therefore worth speaking aloud.] Let me sink in so deeply that I have no choice. What do you think?

[Yes, she can't answer, and he knows it. And that's enticing, too.]

[ can't answer, can't deny. her responses are limited like this to thick, guttural sounds that will soon become moans trapped behind his cock. already she's so excited for it, the shameful pleasure in it; in her eagerness, her tongue twists around his length in ringlets and pulls him deeper.

deeper...

and there's the sound, way down inside her. her chest rises, flushed and pebbled, as Henry fills her out—quicker, shallower breaths. a quiver in her thigh-petting.

when she presses her lips around him, she feels how soft his skin is. how rigid the length is. next: the bend of her throat to contend with. ]

[That tongue of hers will be the death of him, and that's a thought he's going to have until the day he actually dies, probably. The way it coils around his cock as it slides in... he could indulge in that feeling alone, let her stroke him off like this until he comes.

But she draws him in, all the same, until the notion is pushed out of his mind in favor of the allure of sinking in deeper. One hand rises to squeeze at her wrist, just one more point of connection; his other palm stays flat against the bed and balanced, rooting him in place to ease forward until the tip of his cock finds where the start of her throat begins.]

Slowly, this time. [And again, knowing she can't reply, despite the figurative finger on her mental pulse he constantly employs:] Open up.

[It's more warning than command; his cock pulses with anticipation as he urges it farther.]

[ mmh. she opens anyway: not all the way, but enough that he can easily slide through her lips and steadily sink down onto her face. her breathing likely warms his undercarriage, coming in hard little sighs through her nose.

has she ever... done this slowly? she can't think of a time. it's a quick and dirty kind of thing to her—and the idea that this time it may be different has her squirming and rubbing her thighs against each other. her hands, even the one braced in Henry's grip, push at his thighs as though she is trying to widen his kneel and bring him lower, and therefore deeper. ]

["Slowly" is a novel little idea. He equates it with gentler, but they'll soon find out how well he can adhere to either notion. There's nothing gentle-seeming about the position, after all. It's all lewdness that lends itself towards animal instinct, wanting to fuck any hole that she's kind enough to present to him. The snug, warm, line of her throat is just as divine as any.

But for now... he'll try. He wonders how she'll prefer it when it's all said and done.]

There... Just like that. Beautiful girl, taking me in so easily.

[Her encouragement should be encouraged, too. He lowers, indeed having to widen the spread of his legs to sink in more deeply, slowly. His length, sliding in, requiring the hug of her throat to spread to let him in.]

A-ah. [A shaky laugh, light.] Even like this, you feel so good.

[ let's nobody labour under the idea that this is easy for her. her heart throbs in her ears and her fingers flex on his thighs with every little push into her throat—trying not to choke like before. trying to breathe. she curls her knees right up to her stomach, tail flittering loose to squirm on the bedspread.

whenever he laughs when they're like this... she swears it's like the touch of a lightning bolt. ]

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