DEDICATED HENRATURRA POST;

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[velluminous]

No! I did not mean this!

[vecna]

[Bright red on his fingertips. Not even that much, but how stark it is against his skin.]

Sprezzatura...

[velluminous]

[ she collects herself, becoming tense and touchy ] What. You are always asking I bite.

[vecna]

[He is always asking that. And thus she should know that his fixation on his fingers is one of surprise, yes, but a deep, warming one that sends electricity rocketing through his nerves, and his breath hitching in his lungs.

Finally looks at her, eyes darkened with want.]

Yes.

[That's all he has to say, his bloodied fingers reaching out to cup the back of her neck (sorry for the smearing), and bring her down, quite fervently and without warning, for an impatient kiss. Hungry and seeking.]

[velluminous]

[ a deep kiss—yes, she should expect such things from him. even without the factor of her own intent, she's just given him something he has long wanted her to give, and in the most desirable way: through the loss of her own self-restraint. he pulls her to him and she whines into his mouth, every limb tense, her tail tuft puffed out, and her thighs hugging where she couldn't quite pull him out of her.

her mouth has the tang of him on it. ]

[vecna]

[Heated, heated, hungry kiss. He kisses like he’s trying to eat her up, and tasting the iron of his blood on her lips drives this point home. Every muscle of his tense, too, vibrating keenly like she’s injected him with more eagerness than before. He holds her so close, wants to fill every inch of her up. His hand isn’t enough.

He barely pulls away, messy murmurs, but very certain statements-]

Let me fuck you. Right here.

[velluminous]

[ that word in his voice never fails to surprise. ]

Mmh...

[ right here? she already said she didn't want that!

mumbling vaguely into the wet and slippery juncture of their mouths, so much tongue and teeth and saliva. Sprezzatura feels it spinning down from the corner of her mouth and collecting on the edge of her jaw. viscous, quickly cooling. the animal nature of that alone undoes some small margin of her restraint; her tail twitches up invitingly without a thought. they always do seem to feed off one another in this way. he can suggest anything to her and work her down to it eventually. even...

here, she pulls from his mouth and seams her own back to his neck. another bite—another puncture. forgetting to answer, or even to decide a yes or a no for herself. ]

[vecna]

[Right here. She said she didn't want it, but they break each other down all the time, unable to say no. Besides, despite her dislike of being quiet, he's sure he can make her manage...

The noise he makes when she punctures his neck again is stuttering, guttural, incomprehensible, and very, very approving. He nearly tosses his neck back more, would it not pull at his skin harder (though maybe that wouldn't be so bad, either...), and that lightning shock of arousal surges through him. The pain is nice, but it's secondary to the thrill, to the obscenity of it. He wonders how he tastes on her tongue, but he doesn't wonder long enough to ask.

She's not given him an answer, and he doesn't wait for it. She's gotten him too worked up now, and his hand slips from her cunt, wet and slick, and grasps onto her hip. His other does the same.

He flips them over, maybe a little clumsily, but with assuredness enough that she needn't even detach herself from his neck. Him on top, with his knees pressed into the cushions, and her below. If she allows for it, anyway.]

[velluminous]

[ oh—

blood in her mouth and the room moving around her. suddenly she is empty, more than a little dizzy, and being manhandled beneath him. suddenly, she is caged by his legs and body. her heart leaps into her throat and sticks there.

pulls out of his neck with a sickening sensation, to her at least, and tosses her head back on the cushions. ]

Henry—

[vecna]

[She has not bitten fiercely enough to describe his neck, now, as ribboning red. But it does welt where she's pierced him, and it does eke crimson. He can feel his pulse throbbing in each spot, and his nerves sing along to the rhythm.

One hand keeps him propped up against the back of the couch, practically hovering over her. His other is working at undoing his trousers.]

Turn over.

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[velluminous]

[ the sheer heat of this response?? ]

[velluminous]

[ she cannot help but chafe against the demand. on her stomach like a dog? yes, she's put herself in that position before, but always at her own inclination. the rustle of Henry opening his trousers sounds very loud. nearly aggressive.

besides...

she still wants— ]

I want to kiss more.

[vecna]

[She'd be able to prop herself up somewhat on the back of the couch. So not completely like a dog. :)

The vee of his trousers finally fall open, and he pushes them and his underwear down so that they puddle at his knees, revealing a not terribly surprising sight: his cock, stiff, its tip glistening and smeared.]

I'll kiss you wherever you want, as much as you want, after. I want inside of you first.

[velluminous]

[ stomach: somersaulting. no small amount is desire, but there is anxious anticipation, too. he had not been that hard before she bit him.

he really is a man, though. why can't they kiss while he's inside? because he doesn't want to say out loud that he wants her face down, hm? wants that bid for control. the feeling of mounting her—

(she throbs between the legs)

surges up and forces their mouths together. kissing NOW. ]

[vecna]

[Kissing NOW, it would seem. Their lips are already slotted together before he can do anything else, and it's not like kissing her is ever a displeasure. But she's very right: he wants her face down, he wants to fuck her like an animal in heat, and he's impatient for it. This kiss isn't denied, but it has all the traces of this — heat and hunger and even a little bit of teeth. The not-unpleasant frustration of what he wants being put off for a few seconds more.

But he does indulge her. For a few moments, their mouths practically clash in a back-and-forth of wants, and he can still taste the faint traces of blood on her lips.

Then Henry breaks the kiss, simultaneously rising up and his powers will simply try to turn her over with those many invisible hands, grasping, feeling just as impatient.]

Don't be impatient. [who's the impatient one here,] Spread for me.

[velluminous]

[ oh, yes, she squirms in that, writhing and twisting. not nearly enough kissing to satisfy her. ]

Impatient me?

[vecna]

[Invisible hands still present. Girl stop being wiggly.]

Impatient you.

[Can he just flip her in one go-]

[velluminous]

[ he can! though not without a cry that might as well wake the mushroom children ]

Mischief! Ne'er-do-well!

[vecna]

[Then he will, even if the children risk being woken up by a 'ne'er-do-well'.

But soon after, the warmth of his body seams just behind her—the heat of his cock so very prominently pressed against her inside thigh—as he leans in, reaching forward to clasp a hand around her mouth. Please do not wake up the children in possibly the most compromising position they could be found in.]

Shh. You will wake them up like that.

[velluminous]

[ maybe her brain shorts out when he does that, his covering hand at the same time as his voice at the same time as heat straining between her thighs. it's—erotic, yes, but not just because he has his cock out. Sprezzatura's breath whirrs hot through her nose and down over his palm; her tail lashes on the cushion seat once.

should she bite his hand? the arrogance of muffling her as though they were still in public. and would have covered her mouth, too, then? if she had... been able to let him take her in that crowd?

oooh... a plummet of heat in her stomach. his body so close to her mollifies, even if neither of them are fully nude, and Henry barely undressed at all. thoughtlessly she reaches down and between, takes his aching length in hand, and nudges it between her cheeks, so it leaks against her hole.

just... for a moment... ]

[vecna]

[If she had bit him, he wouldn't have been terribly surprised. Her pride so very rarely allows for anything remotely close to this level of control over her, and Henry is so weak to her wiles and wants that he always caves to them. In fact, if she truly showed signs of not wanting this, if she kept railing against it in earnest, even in this state—so wildly turned on and driven by his lust—he would relent. He loves her too much.

But she doesn't. Her tail might lash in a thump, her hot breath fans over his fingers, but there's no sting of a bite. There's not even wriggling beneath him. She simply reaches between them both to adjust his cock so its head nudges so nicely against her hole, slickening that entrance.

Ha. His other hand cups her cheek, spreads it slightly, so she can better feel it. The slight pressure of his hips moving closer to her makes it hard to ignore.]

Do you want it there, instead?

[(He intends to take her cunt, no matter the reply. He's already decided.)]

[velluminous]

[ Mammon, even the hint is enough. she drops her forehead on the back of the sofa, exhaling long and slow and a little tremulous, through her nose. an affirmative sound, deep behind his covering hand: mmh.

yes, she wants it there. when they are behaving so libertine already, why not tie it off with his cock stuffing her ass? then she could push him between her thighs, have him kiss her clit...

eyes closed. her thighs are awash in goosebumps, and presumably her spine beneath her blouse, too. ]

[vecna]

[He knows he has her then, not just from the affirmative, but from her exhale, or the soft ridges of her goosebumps now alight under his touch. Good — maybe he'll keep his hand covering her mouth, too, for both the thrill of control and so that she can make the noises she likes, unbidden, hopefully muffled enough to not matter. Isn't he generous?]

Next time.

[Next time, they can do this again. Take her from behind, fucking her ass, positioned just the way they are, maybe with his neck welting red again for good measure. But he has other plans, wanting to selfishly feel the soft clutch of her cunt throbbing against his cock, wanting to seat himself inside suddenly and impulsively yet fit perfectly all the same. Made for each other.

So, with only a half-moment's adjustment of using his free hand to adjust his position, Henry eases back, moves the head of his cock to kiss the entrance of her cunt, and pushes in.]

[velluminous]

[ a throaty gasp, a groan, each muffled. they have been intimate often enough, and passionately enough, that a swift entry does not hurt; it merely aches in that tender way of awareness. suddenly full. suddenly connected. ]

Ugh...

[ well, she hasn't much room on the couch. her hands go to clutch its back, either side of her lowered face. oh, she misses this. every time. ]

[vecna]

[Completely connected, about as close as he can be, seamed to her, without diving into her head for good measure.

No, there’s not much room on the couch, but it’s easy work for Henry, who only needs to lean into her, practically over her, and rut. He does have to use that free hand of his now to reach forward and brace a palm against the back of the couch, seen in her periphery. But otherwise, the way the weight’s distributed lends to the vigor in which he chooses, almost immediately, to fuck her.

Hard, fervently, doggedly chasing pleasure in the hug of her cunt. If you’re feeling generous, you could call it passionate; if not, you might call it greedy.]

Next time, we’ll do it just like this again-