DEDICATED HENRATURRA POST;

[vecna]

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

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[velluminous]

... good. Da. Do this.

[vecna]

I will. So no more worries, okay? [They're good mushroom kids!]

[velluminous]

[ hi! her name is Sprezzatura Vaux, and she never, ever worries about things.

she turns back to him with a glass......... dildo. in her hand. ]

Entire mood is ruined.

[vecna]

[…Oh.

He’s getting a better idea of what she has in mind, here, if the harness was not already clue enough.]

Not for me. It looks like you’re really going to [ruin] spoil me.

[velluminous]

[ it's ruined to her!! nothing now feels natural or erotic, but rather like fumbling through a half-understood scenario. hitting the wrong beats, saying the wrong things. half of her mind on the mushrooms at every moment. ]

So, when I say I want to put my cock in you, you think I am not meaning it.

[vecna]

[One might say she overthinks too much.]

Did I say that? It’s more like the reality starts to set in as soon as I start seeing the… accoutrements come out.

[velluminous]

Accoutrements... ha! Such ridiculous word.

[ she tosses the dildo at the bed, where it summarily nestles into the rumpled covers. but... also... plucks a pretty purple vial of oil and a second glass "accoutrement" from the drawer. a short, thick-stemmed plug in purple and pink glass.

it still doesn't feel right to her. not the mood, nor the bitchy banter she's engaging. ah, well. back to the bed with her plunder. ]

[vecna]

[He will offset her grouchiness with his usual light, easy smiles.

Picks up… the dildo. Curiously.]

Hmm. “Instruments of pleasure?” [He’s joking.]

[velluminous]

[ it is modestly-sized, and not at all physiologically accurate. smooth and tapered; meant for function over form. as she sits, Sprezzatura spares it a judgemental look. ]

Who taught you to speak this way.

[vecna]

[Definitely function over form. But this is what she wants to put inside of him? Somehow, that's... exciting, makes his heart thump a little harder in his chest.

He sets his back down for now.]

"Copulation accessories."

[velluminous]

[ again and again and again. ]

Yes, yes, all those things at once.

[ she turns from him and bends over the bed, on all fours. legs open but crossed at the ankles. one hand drifts back to cup her cheek and part it. ]

Now, wait your turn.

[vecna]

[Oh, and a nice view, too. He watches with fascination, but suddenly the smallest hint of impatience, a little ember in his chest.]

Do you need help with that?

[velluminous]

[ leans on her elbow to look back at him. ]

Am I not going fast enough for Mister Creel?

[vecna]

[He still appears absolutely angelic.]

I just like to be useful.

[velluminous]

Then... da. Yes.

[vecna]

[He draws forward, closer to her, a little eager.]

All right. Here, let me have everything.

[velluminous]

[ ah... maybe the mood isn't completely ruined after all. nudges the plug and the vial of oil between her spread legs, where they roll with the divots in the bed to lay against one of her ankles, hooked beneath the other. ]

You cannot stand to have idle hands, hm? [ hahahaha. she smiles to herself, privately. ] Become devil's plaything.

[vecna]

[His fingers whisper along her ankles, then the line of both legs, just because he can. Before they finally dip down low and pick up the plug and the oil, and he considers them both with the same curiosity as the dildo just moments before.

He chuckles at the little joke.]

Your plaything, definitely. It's less painful than just being delegated to only watching.

[velluminous]

You don't like watching?

[vecna]

I do. But it makes me want to- [pops the top off of the bottle of oil] -touch, too.

[velluminous]

[ he'll be able to see the goosebumps suddenly erupt all the way down her spine. the sound alone prompts it. lowers down until her cheek presses to the bedspread, and she can close her eyes and just ... focus on the presence of him behind her. inhale. exhale. slowly... ]

That is entire point, Henry.

[vecna]

[Yes, what a reaction she's already having at the very knowledge of him being behind her. He says nothing at first, simply the shuffling of the sheets to accompany his non-reply. And then, suddenly, the feeling of one hand on her cheek, pulling it gently aside.]

I'm usually patient, but not always.

[velluminous]

Be patient enough.

[ a huskiness to her reply. her tail even twitches when he touches—the anticipation builds differently when she cannot see. reaches back again and parts her opposite cheek. fingers splayed. there's the secret mole, and the flushed rim, and the soft curls that trail down and prettily frame her cunt.

another inhale and another exhale. this time tighter. he may even notice how her toes have curled in anticipation. ]

This is my favourite part...

[ it's all her favourite part. ]

[vecna]

[What a pretty sight, as always. That hidden mole, for only him to see. When he touches her again, with his other hand, it's clear that he's already slicked his fingers with oil, and he teases a feather-light touch right atop it. So close to her rim, but not quite.

She cannot see, but his powers keep the vial and glass plug afloat while his hands are otherwise engaged. His voice has turned soft, so soft, almost cooing.]

Out of any of it? More than your cunt wrapped around me?

[velluminous]

...second favourite part...

[ the anticipation. the wanting. she loves the thrill of finally receiving his touch. the room's air cools her where his fingers wet her mole and the tender flesh of her rim.

and she loves his voice when it gets this way. ah. the kind of innocent tone that pairs best with doing something naughty things. ]