DEDICATED HENRATURRA POST;

[vecna]

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[vecna]

[It's a tone that settles well on his throat and tongue; especially when doing naughty things.

His finger moves just so to the side, nudging against her rim. Despite the teasing start, he wastes no time in circling it with his touch, watching it slick and shine with the oil he is sure not to waste.]

More than my fingers exploring every single hole of yours?

[velluminous]

Mmhh...

[ probably not... more than that... shuddering out an exhale, Sprezzatura twitches herself, purposefully, beneath his touch. the advent of being pried open. the tightness in her chest, waiting, waiting, for the moment Henry decides to turn that gently-stroking fingertip en-pointe and burrow it inside. each passing second winds her tighter; she wants it more.

both hands on her backside, now, spreading herself just wide enough to really accept his touch, then squishing her cheeks closed around him. ]

[vecna]

[No, probably not more than that.

He feels her twitch beneath his touch, and whether purposefully or instinctively, it doesn't matter. Her anticipation is palpable; he can feel it roll off her mind, too, without even trying. He might let her remain hanging in this moment of expectancy a little longer, just so he can revel in how much she wants his touch... for a bit more.

But then the soft skin of her cheeks closes around his nuzzling touch, and he decides he'd rather feel her warmth wrapped around that same finger, and he pushes forward, burrowing inside... slowly. Letting her accept him in, slick with oil.]

No?

[velluminous]

[ every moment Henry Creel does not have his fingers in her is just leading up to the next. she gusts out a shaky exhale, spreads herself again, squishes closed again. when she closes her eyes, it all narrows down to that warm press working its way into her. a slender finger. an artist's hands. oh, she loves that moment of entry—fluttering around him, kissing around him. the anticipation of opening for him.

she cannot wait to do it back. ]

Oh—feels good—

[ still not an answer. but maybe a little. she wriggles in place a bit, trying to arch to feel more of him. ]

[vecna]

[That warm and wonderful stretch is unlike anything else, the length of his finger finding its home buried inside of her, slow and steady. He thinks to himself that he should touch her like this more often, turning his wrist just slightly as she arches, just to feel at a different angle.]

Wouldn't you want my cock buried inside of you like this, instead?

[Again, a tease, a temptation that he knows she's unlikely to swerve from her original idea so easily.]

/2

[velluminous]

[ wouldn't she—? ]

[velluminous]

[ up on one elbow, twisting a little ]

You would not do it when I ask you twenty minutes ago!

[vecna]

[The indignity... sorry, he has to laugh again.]

I can change my mind in twenty minutes' time!

/2

[velluminous]

[ rrrrraaaaaaAAAAAAA ]

[velluminous]

No! Too late for you!

[vecna]

[Tries very hard to swallow down another laugh. Tilts his head, and wiggles his finger slightly.]

Are you sure?

[velluminous]

[ ugh! Mammon. she releases her own backside and steadies herself on her forearms, so that it is an easy movement of weight to push herself onto that encroaching finger; to feel it slip deeper, should he let it. ]

Da. Da... Hhah. I will have you leaking all over yourself.

[vecna]

[Should he let it? Why wouldn't he. He wants to slip as deep into as is physically possible. A single finger almost doesn't feel like enough, and down it goes as she swallows him down to the knuckle.]

Hm. Is that a promise? Sprezzatura.

[velluminous]

[ oh...! inhaaaaaale as the widest point of his middle knuckle slides past the tight middle—her body does the rest. pulls him in. kisses around him. she wriggles, hoping to feel the cupping of his other fingers and palm. ]

Mmmh... no... it is fact. You will be as wet as woman.

[vecna]

[Of course his other fingers and palm follows, cupping gently. Showing intimate appreciation.]

And you, knowing the same kind of eagerness that I experience, fucking you.

[As though they're not both equally eager all the time.]

[velluminous]

[ alllll the way in. she stutters out a contented sigh, finally pushes up on her palms until she's stretching like a cat. her backside lowers in tandem. he will know simply from the weight she pushes into his cupping palm that she means to sit on his hand. sit perfectly upright on spread knees. ]

Will you cry out for my like I do you?

[ a leer over her shoulder. there's no other way to describe it. ]

[vecna]

[If that what she wants, she can have it. He will lower his hand to accommodate her if she truly ends up sitting on it. Easy enough to cup her warmly — easier still to wiggle his finger inside of her, testing the clutch and softness of her insides.]

That, I'll promise you.

[And what a promise! Given Henry's propensity to be quiet.]

[velluminous]

[ it is soft, and oh, it is a clutch. wraps his wrist in her tail and holds him close and buried—one of her fingers has found its way to her mouth, and she bites down on it. Henry Creel, moaning with abandon. imagine it!

what is she waiting for? ]

Plug me.

[vecna]

[Now, doesn't she like that idea? The warmth of her tail wraps around his wrist, keeping him sunken into her, contradicting her request for now. But Henry's more than happy to keep her pleasured like this, have her sitting on his fingers, for as long as she likes. The view's nice.]

Happily, Ms Vaux. But you'll have to get on your knees again.

[velluminous]

Put me there. Still, you are not knowing how to read me after so much time?

i'm here again!!!

[vecna]

Oh, but always such mixed signals from you, Sprezzatura...

[She likes being moved via his powers, she doesn't. She wants to dom, she wants Henry to be more forceful. What's a man to do?

...His powers push her at the shoulders, forcing her down on her knees without any further preamble. His own fingers slide out in the motion, obscenely.]

HENWY🥹

[velluminous]

Mix—

[ shoulders down... backside up. and suddenly emptied, his finger pulling free with a wet pop, and then a cool kiss on wet, bared skin. she gasps, but it's one of pleasure, not dislike, and Sprezzatura spreads herself with her hands once more.

yes, she can anticipate the drilling pressure coming at her hole next. her spine flushes in anticipation of it. naughty. ]

You make me want to feel my every opening... made full... and kept full...

[ OVERfull. she would love to feel that, just once. but this is not that time. ]

I will do it for you...

CWEEL!!!

[vecna]

[Look at her, spread wide. It makes his heart jump into his throat, but he is vigilant enough to tear his gaze away and tend to the vial of oil and the plug. A clink of glass. He makes sure the item is slick with it, though he spends little time doing so.]

Every opening?

[And now, leaning forward with one hand bracing against her lower thigh, and the other... Well, she will feel the plug at her entrance, and gentle stretch and push forward.]

Aren't you naughty, Sprezzatura. We could use my mindscape again someday.

[velluminous]

[ a stretch, a push, an intrusion. more than enough to fill such a small woman; that was the point. flutters her eyelids closed, so she can funnel all her attention down to that singular point of entry. where glass yawns her wide and then holds her that way.

goosebumps... ]

You will play with me again?

[ the ache and strain of the apex, working her open. it feels like forever. it makes her voice waver. ]

[vecna]

[A slow stretch towards the apex, yes. Gentle encouragement for her to take it in past its widest point; leisurely not just because it's safer to be that way, but because this is where it's most pleasurable to watch.]

Happily. Always.

[Further in, finally just past that point.]

You only have to ask.

[Pretty words for someone who denied her a different request just a while ago.]