DEDICATED HENRATURRA POST;

[vecna]

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[vecna]

I’m really not this time. [This time.] You know you can share with me anything and everything you enjoy.

[velluminous]

I enjoy... [ eurgh. ] your voice. I say this already. It is so soft and gentle, like breath down my back. Like butterfly wings.

[vecna]

[The soft and gentle side of his voice, the low intonations of kindness and consideration that are partly a mask, partly just the remnants of a young, awkward boy forced to grow up quickly, and partly sincere — the latter applying more often with her than not.]

Oh? Do you like it when I speak to you sweetly?

[He turns his head, letting the words practically whisper into her ear. Meanwhile, his hands have not forgotten their challenge of trying to find any hint of her panties. They dip in lower, his fingers molding to her curves, groping. Squeezing. And... if he can, gently, very gently, parting.]

Like this, Sprezzatura?

[velluminous]

[ precisely like that. her entire spine tingles with a jolt of pleasure, a thrill that he indulges her something so simple, so undoing. his voice silk on the nerves. she shivers, conspicuous, and drapes against him more completely than before. ]

Da. No one alive would not like it.

[ his hands, too, are a pleasure. making her heart thump. seems that she is not wearing panties at all. there is only warm, flushed skin beneath his cupping hands. a slight arch comes into her spine when he parts her. ]

Ah...

[vecna]

[If he had known it would have been so easy to undo her, literally speaking sweet nothings, maybe he would have added this to his toolset much earlier.]

But I only care if you enjoy it. I only want to reserve my sweetest, and my most obscene... for you.

[Each syllable a flutter against the shell of her ear, more so now that she drapes against him.

Still no panties. They really must be the smallest in the world.]

Still nothing...

[velluminous]

[ or else nonexistent. Sprezzatura hugs her arms around the back of his neck and hangs there, shivery, with her cheek pressed to his shoulder. ]

You are so...

[vecna]

[Do they count as the smallest panties in the world if she’s wearing… none?

He nuzzles his cheek against her, a brief departure from his words in her ear.]

So what? Tell me.

[velluminous]

Easy to want.

[ nothing but bare skin beneath those trousers. lots of that. ]

[vecna]

Not as easy to want as you.

[She could look at him just the right way and have him wrapped around her little finger. They both know that.

For now, though, he dips his hands even lower, to the point where she practically sitting on the tips of his fingers. Skin on skin touch only.]

Now then, where are these panties of yours…

[He’s starting to think they are, indeed, just not there.]

[velluminous]

[ oh. achy...

and it's surely the most wholly cupped by him she's ever been, and to that end, she craves even more. her tail lifts slightly in little twitches as he works her. always a giveaway, that. ]

Hmm.

[ she wants to feel a touch toying between her cheeks. and she wants to kiss again. and, even still, to have him whispering softly in her ear. lifts her face, cheek to warming cheek. ]

[vecna]

Sprezzatura...

[Oh, he plans on touching her between her cheeks, certainly, but there's something satisfying about holding so much of her in both of his hands, that he can nearly lift her up and have her drape even closer against him. Just briefly, he does.

More of that light, cooing voice of his, fanning into her ear.]

And how am I supposed to earn my reward at this rate? You can't tease me like this.

[She can, and she will. And he likes it.]

/2

[velluminous]

[ being lifted like that is fairly scandalous ]

[velluminous]

[ she laughs and wraps her arms around the back of his neck and head, cradling him, nuzzling ]

Is this not reward enough?

[vecna]

[Well, with a reaction like that, he's just going to keep her hoisted up just a little longer. It's a bit like the world's lewdest hug.]

Of course not. I always want more. I guess I'll just have to keep looking, don't you think?

[velluminous]

[ gusting out an exhale: ] Da.

[ Henry really... spoils her. it's close and warm and lewd, certainly lewd, and that sense of exposure she enjoys—even without being bare to the room, or to Henry at all. his fingers splayed against her, his palms perfectly moulded to her shape. it feels good to be held like this, and held up like this, so that all her weight ensures not a millimetre separates them. ]

Keep looking.

[vecna]

[Can he keep her hoisted up like this, mainly with the effort of one arm? Thankfully, yes. Henry might not be as strong as her, but he can manage at least that much. Even if it means he tilts her against him even more to better distribute the weight, it isn't so bad.

His other hand, then, is finally free to explore a bit more. It slides towards the center of her backside, keeping her spread just enough so that he can sidle the length of one finger in between her cheeks, gliding the length down to just ghost over her hole.]

Still nothing.

[velluminous]

[ nothing but the flutter of the muscle beneath his fingertip, surprise at the barely-there, tantalizing touch. tingles up her spine. he will hear how her breath hitches. she's fully draped against him, now, her thumping heart seamed to his chest and her backside lifted for him like an animal in heat, and her tail lifted even higher than that. what things even his lightest attentions do to her. this truly is love, isn't it? if he pays any regard to her at all, she's helpless to say no to him. ]

Go deeper.

[ towards her cunt. she moves one arm behind herself to urge his wrist further beneath her trousers, to feel his fingers dipping towards that tender skin between cunt and hole, such a tiny span to separate them. she is wet and humid there. the hint of it dampening her trousers fabric. ]

Don't stop looking.

[ her sharp little mouth curves down his neck and seals at the join to his shoulder. the warm, unyielding pressure of the start of a love bite. ]

[vecna]

[Helpless to say no in return; truly the deepest kind of love. All-arresting, all-encompassing. Her mouth plays at the skin of his neck, encouraging a jolt of excitement to run down his spine. He loves just the very suggestion of her using those sharp teeth of hers…]

Deeper?

[Encouraged downwards, he complies. Two slender fingers travel past her rim completely, a short journey from there to the wet opening of her cunt. Just a tease of fingertips pressing down, wiggling slightly, pretending to search.]

If they’re not here, then I can’t imagine where.

[velluminous]

[ a contented sigh precedes her answer ]

Henry.

[ you know there aren't any, by now. ]

[vecna]

[Of course he does. He's playing with her. She should be able to tell by his very faux indignity-]

Sprezzatura, I can't believe you've tricked me.

[velluminous]

I'm bad girl.

[vecna]

Absolutely devious. What am I to do with you?

[velluminous]

Play with me, I hope.

[vecna]

Hm.

[And then, around the band of her trousers, his powers tug.]

Wiggle out of these first.

[velluminous]

[ such an ask, that she stand after being gathered against him like she has been. she sighs gently, a little huff, and pushes from his lap to stand. ]

"Wiggle"?

[ as Sprezzatura drops trou. there's some wriggling, namely to get them down off her hips and tail. ]