finalflight | DEDICATED HENRATURRA POST;

[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.

[ the sheer heat of this response?? ]

[ 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.

[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.

[ 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. ]

Edited (thought of a better tag) 2025-06-13 06:31 (UTC)

[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.

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

Impatient me?

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

Impatient you.

[Can he just flip her in one go-]

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

Mischief! Ne'er-do-well!

[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.

[ 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... ]

[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.)]

[ 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. ]

[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.]

[ 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. ]

[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-

[ like this, Sprezzatura Vaux is an easy lay. next time, they have so many next times... she sets her jaw and closes her eyes, hair falling in curtains around her as Henry fucks into her. with an arched back, the pressure of his plunging cock lays hard into her walls.

the growing sense of... needing to relieve herself. skin on skin. her face burns. she recognizes the growing feeling and wriggles her hips as though trying to find an angle where Henry does not drive quite so well, so deep. but all it really does is work her cunt more welcome and open, then hug it around his length. ]

Mmn!

[ harder to breathe with his hand over her mouth. lightheaded... ]

[It's as though he seeks to plumb her deeper with every thrust, and her wiggling does little to dissuade him. For a mercy, he will not last long like this—not while prioritizing his release—so she's not fated to be held in a position meant for his ease for fucking over all else. For too long, anyway.

But in the time that she is, his movements are hard, set to a fast tempo. The grip of her cunt is so divine, she always feels so good, and he grunts a little in his exertion, his fingers still curled around her mouth. He can feel her breathing through her nose, fanning over his fingers.

Murmured, senseless, stream of consciousness, constant as he rocks into her:]

Ffffuck— ah, you... you were made for this, can't you feel it, too? I'm going to spill— every last drop inside-

[ more and more intensely, the feeling of being... used. muffled despite her preferences, bent over forward despite her preferences; she opens her eyes for a moment but only sees the blur of the sofa cushions below her face and his hand sealed across her mouth.

it's not as exciting as she'd hoped.

but he likes it.

breathing hard and laborious as he fucks her, Sprezzatura closes one hand around his wrist. thinks about pulling it away but doesn't. she remains muzzled. her tail, limp at her side, flicks slowly in time with the way he moves her—forward and back, taking him in with no difficulty and plenty of slide. the insides of her thighs feel wet. her body finding the pleasure in the pose that her mind seems to lack—relentless pressure on her walls that— ]

Hmmnnm.. Mmn—

[ ... that ... ]

Hh-hhmn—

[ that—seems to open a floodgate, one which begins to pour out of her as easy as letting go, and it's wetting Henry's cock and thighs and his trousers, too, and the sofa cushions, all while she makes a menagerie of animal sounds and twists at the pivot point where he plunges into her. simultaneously trying to escape and also bury him deeper into that tender place leaking, pulsing, clutching down on his length. she hears herself whimpering. ]

[Henry doesn't at first realize it's happened; her cunt is already so slick that the addition of more is neglible when it comes to what his cock feels, chasing only the friction and hug of her walls, and just how deep of an angle he can fuck her.

He's already so close when does realize what's happening, when she makes those keening noises under his hand, when she writhes beneath like she can't decide if she wants him to stop or keep fucking her until she has no more left to give. His thighs feel wet, and it drips down so low that he knows she's doing the same to his trousers, and he doesn't even have to pull away and look to verify it for himself before the very notion itself acts as a tipping point.

Henry seams in close, fucks her erractically—impossibly wet, lewd noises each time—until the final stroke seats him inside and he stills with a growl. He comes, his body propelling into orgasm. Heavy, heavy breathing, his heart feeling like it might leap out of his ribcage, and as his cock pulses inside of her, spilling, he finally loosens his fingers around her mouth and retracts his hand. Lets her breathe.

Words are beyond him right now. His mind feels temporarily shunted out of his body.]

[ a deep gasp, then, as air comes back to her. her hips stutter and squirm even as Henry hilts himself and goes still—tiny movements, but uncontrolled and hitching, jerking. ]

Mammon...

[And even those tiny movements are like lightning running through his raw nerves, given to overstimulation so soon after orgasm. He finds himself still over her, but bracing himself against the couch with both palms this time, and a shudder immediately wracks his body.

God.

Stupidly, hazy and addled, even though it's not the first time he's seen her practically flood like that:]

Are you okay?

Mmmmn ...

[ the tremors fade. she lays her cheek (hot, flushed) on the back of one of his hands. ]

Hhah.

[It’s not an affirmative, but Henry suspects she’d not hesitate to let him know if she were displeased.]

Hm.

[He doesn’t want to pull out just yet, even if his cock is softening inside of her. She’s snug and perfect, and he can feel the way he’s beginning to seep out. Lucidity, however, slowly seeps back in.

(They should have put a towel down, he thinks.)]

Don’t tell me you’re too worn out for kisses, now.

[ good, because she does not want to move yet, either. her body feels like an electric current just beneath the skin. uncomfortably humming. prickling.

all that forcefulness, drained away as quickly as he'd came. is that all it takes? is that how it will always be? ]

You are like flipping pages in book.

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