DEDICATED HENRATURRA POST;

[vecna]

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

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[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. ]

[vecna]

[He'll make her effort worth it, but for now he just enjoys the view as her trousers free themselves from her hips.]

Gyrate sensually? [He's joking, obviously.]

[velluminous]

Say less.

[ they fall, and she steps out of them with an aside and downward glance. it's about the least sexual she could be; simply undressing.

for now. ]

[vecna]

[He has that gleam in his eye that betrays his amusement at her reply. That said, it's not like he expected a striptease.]

Then come back here and shut me up now.

[velluminous]

Don't order me around.

[ as she climbs right back into his lap ]

[vecna]

Please.

[Does that help?

She settles onto his lap, and without the restriction of her trousers to keep him from touching her, Henry allows himself to be eager. Like before, one hand rests behind her—playing with the base of her tail, wanting it to raise again—and the other slides fingers just below to cup her cunt. For now. Slick, where he touches her, the whole length of a finger traveling forward just to feel.]

Would you please like to ride my fingers this time?

[velluminous]

[ mmh. it certainly does feel exposed, doesn't it? and lift her tail does, while the tuft of it loops over his arm and hangs there contentedly. ever the tell. her eyes fall to half-mast; she sags forward and places her cheek upon his shoulder again. arms around his shoulders and the back of his neck again. ]

Da.

[vecna]

[Ever the tell, and ever the encouragement. And they both know that Henry simply enjoys playing with her tail, especially when she's so exposed in this way. The way the muscle moves and twitches just at the base... he'll never get tired of it. Forefinger and thumb massage it up and down, up and down, while his other hand seeks her entrance. Easy, for how slick she is, but by now? It's familiar — they've certainly been intimate enough with each other more than enough times since he's begun living with her.

The length of one slender finger pushes in, and Henry barely pauses to wait for another, and in a matter of moments both middle and ring finger are snug within.]

Mm, you feel nice.

[She always does.]

[velluminous]

[ sighing, ] I do...

[ this feels very nice. two fingers, hugged and filling, and her tail twitching gently in the pressure of his other hand—it all lends itself towards a rising warmth and contentment. she cradles the back of his head and neck in silent reply to the easy familiarity of his touch. how easily her body opens for him now, when he knows just how to hold it. ]

Keep playing with my tail.

[ murmured into the join of his neck as she mouths at it: another slow love bite. ]

[vecna]

[Every part of him fits perfectly with her — never has this been unproven, and never will it be. His fingers are snug, kept warm and comfortable, her walls moving around him in minuscule ways as she leans forward to mouth at the skin of his neck.

At this rate, she will leave proof of her attentions there, but Henry's far less fussy about that than her. His head tilts accordingly.]

Oh? Are you going to leave a mark if I don't?

[As that gentle grip slides up the length of her tail, as far as the length of his own arm will allow it.]

[velluminous]

[ she pulls the rest of her tail through, so his hand can rub the entire length of it, right down to the tuft. ]

I intend to leave mark.

[ one way or another, despite all her loathing for it to be done to her. she nips, slowly. let him savour the sting like she knows he does. ]

[vecna]

[Right down to that tuft he likes so much for how soft it is. His thumb plays with it for a moment longer, tickling against his skin.

A-ah. She does sting. He wiggles his fingers inside of her slightly in "retaliation", hissing through his teeth as though it might hurt him, though it's all performative. His pulse quickens in his neck.]

And how am I supposed to explain something like that away?

[velluminous]

[ all such retaliation achieves is Sprezzatura rising up on her knees, falling again. does it count as riding his fingers if she's doing it to follow his motions, as ships follow the rocking of the sea? not pressing down, but settling above it. she twitches her tail once and piles it into the space between his legs. ]

Say "thank you, Ms Vaux".