DEDICATED HENRATURRA POST;

[vecna]

(( when the sun sets, we're both the same ))

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[velluminous]

Mmn. How lucky for you that you are so cute.

[vecna]

[She’d practically let him get away with murder!]

After all this time, do my powers still startle you?

[velluminous]

[ practically.

half-lids her eyes, a downward slanted gaze. playing with his collar. fingers dipping beneath. she can tease without any hesitation. ]

They surprise. I cannot know when you mean to use them, and you do not always.

[vecna]

[Warm, soft fingertips. He’s always liked how bold she is, and Henry doesn’t mind answering in kind. He unhooks his arms from around her in favor of palming her back instead, slipping his hands all the way down to the curve of her backside.]

It’s second nature. I don’t always think to warn you about it.

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[velluminous]

You have never warned me.

[velluminous]

[ that does... feel good, though. she leans in and mouths at his neck. her arched spine presents a cushion of backside to play with.

murmured into his skin, ] I am wearing tiniest panties known to Waterdeep right now.

[ and not a panty line to be seen... or felt ]

[vecna]

[He has, in fact... never warned her rip.

But it seems that he's easily forgiven in this one instance, and Henry gladly tilts his head back to give her more access to his neck, while his hands roam gently down her backside, then up, then down again. Playing at feeling for any hint of her panties beneath the fabric.]

Oh? Are you sure? I don't feel anything at all.

[velluminous]

[ he may be able to find it, provided his fingers are keen. ]

Da, this is what "tiny" is meaning.

[vecna]

[omg

…

Spanks her butt with one open palm. More to surprise than to actually sting.]

Don’t be sassy, now.

[velluminous]

[ what! what!! she jumps, at the clap and the impact both, a sharp inhale. she's instantly flushed and can feel the added heat. swats at him, not hard... but not gentle, either. ]

Your gall!

[vecna]

[Successfully thwapped, Henry leans back as if it should make any difference to avoid further retaliation. Scoffing!! (Amused.)]

You’re the one being sarcastic with me…!

[Spanks her on the other side, just because he can!!!]

[velluminous]

[ her tail instantly leashes around his wrist and pulls it up. spanking as punishment is not enjoyable. ]

Do not. Little miscreant.

[vecna]

[Wrist deftly caught.]

Come now. You know I’m just playing with you.

[velluminous]

Missssscreant.

[vecna]

One who loves you more than anything.

[✨]

[velluminous]

Touch me. Nicely.

[vecna]

[Wiggles his wrist caught in her tail.]

If you let me go… I will, I promise.

[velluminous]

You have two hands.

[vecna]

Really?

[Is she going to hold his wrist prisoner? Not his left hand of Vecna—]

Fine. [The hand still clutching her backside spreads wide, feeling the curve of her with more intention than before. Gentle presses of his fingertips here and there.] Nicely.

[velluminous]

[ it is nice. in response, the coil of her tail ripples around his wrist. a slight flexing of muscle beneath his palm.

as ever, she is overcome by the urge to... kiss. leans in, wantingly. ]

[vecna]

[As though he would ever deny her, knowing how much she loves to kiss. She leans in, and he does the same, pulled in by her gravity.

Henry's hand kneads her backside gently, a little thoughtlessly. His main focus is slotting his lips with hers, kissing her warmly.]

[velluminous]

[ all the tension of the day seems to ramp out of her, though her face still pinches up in the kissing. a furrowed brow, as if in concentration. if she could always be like this, held and wanted, resting close against Henry's body, all his warmth, all his life, that feeling of companionship that comes from touch... maybe she would be happier, come her time to leave this life.

she really does think that.

as the kissing goes on, never quite deepening, she threads one hand behind his nape. the other traces his jaw. holds it. ]

[vecna]

[If he took the effort to peer into her thoughts, he’d declare that she’s overthinking it. But maybe only the ghost of those notions brush past his mind, too busy kissing her to note otherwise.

The same gentle kisses; her touch framing his jaw. He hums satisfaction and a question both — more? His hand squeezes at her rear. His other is still kept prisoner.]

[velluminous]

[ an inhale, a sigh. still frowning in her brows, but she sinks into him, folding her arm around his shoulders. a firmer touch.

she loves when he holds her like this. her own value has never felt so keen as when Henry Creel melts into her this way, all soft sounds in his soft voice. hands that are gentle and intelligent, the way he has memorized how she likes to be touched. her answer is, at first, that sigh through her nose. Sprezzatura arches so that her backside pushes into his palm. then her tail unwinds, freeing him for the other cheek.

murmured, barely above a whisper, between those languid kisses, ] If you find my panties, I will give you treat.

[ she's not letting this go. ]

[vecna]

[As if he'd not want to play this game.

In fact, nearly as soon as her tail uncurls from his wrist, that same hand drifts down on finds it perch on her opposite cheek, feeling with twice as much enthusiasm as though to make up for what it had been missing. He does have the curve of her memorized at this point, yes, though that hardly makes it less compelling to explore her ad infintum.

But she teases him, and he smiles, kissing and murmuring.]

What kind of treat?