DEDICATED HENRATURRA POST;

[vecna]

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

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[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.]

[velluminous]

[ and a pretty sound from the tiefling, who shudders gently as the glass nestles in close. a thick stem; a good view. her tail dips between her thighs just to touch where her folds hum with warmth.

it's filling. feels like an egg, heavy inside her.

... ]

Mmh.

[ that thought better not awaken anything in her. turning on all fours to practically climb into his lap.

once there: ] Hand me my cock.

[vecna]

[But if she's practically in his lap, held close, what if he just held her for a bit longer? One arm goes around her middle, the other lowers to cup her backside and give it a little squeeze.

His telekinesis does its duty, instead, and lifts the glass cock to float it over to her.]

Your cock. [lol]

[velluminous]

[ she will not deny the embrace. in fact, she nuzzles in close with her nose rubbing alongside his nose, as he cups her buttock. ]

It is slimmer and colder than yours, but... you like that, da? [ as her tail wends around it to pull it from the air. she slips it down between her own thighs and rubs it between her folds, gathering some heat, some slickness. ] And my harness.

[vecna]

[His frame rises and lowers with a soft, amused sound.]

I do like the cold, but I'm not sure I've ever applied that notion to this.

[What they're about to do. He steals a brief kiss from her as she nuzzles in, tickling noses, and his powers float her harness over and close, as well.]

[velluminous]

[ the curve of her mouth pressed to his, like: :>

she pecks him back, light as a whisper, and takes the harness. buckle after buckle undone and shimmied around her hips even as she kneels in his lap. ]

Do them up for me.

[vecna]

Oh? But it looks…

[Both hands raise and feel around, working to secure the harness around her.]

Complicated.

[It isn’t. He seems to be doing fine, especially if she’s remaining in his lap.]

[velluminous]

Mmh. Think of it as very tiny... panties.

[ a strap around each thigh, buckled in. a strap below each hip, buckled in to the o-ring at the back. a strap from the o-rings at the back of each thigh, over her buttocks, connected to the o-ring at the back. a strap above each hip. a strap across her navel, to cinch it all in. it really is a web. the leather, warming, thrills her; how it hugs her body. ]

[vecna]

Very tiny panties.

[He echoes, and clearly he finds something very amusing about that, too — to equate that imagery to something which is clearly not meant to be used as undergarments in a... traditional sense.

Still, deft fingers work. It's a lot of straps, yes, but their configuration isn't hard to parse. Hold please for a moment more.]

Very tiny panties only for very special occasions, right?

[for HIM!!]

[velluminous]

Mmmmhm.

[ his fingers buckle her in. her tail rubs the glass dildo back, forth, back, between her legs. won't be cold for much longer, at this rate. ]

[vecna]

[How nice of her to warm it up so diligently for him.]

I'm honored, then.

[Only for him!!

A few moments more, and he'll have finished with the straps — she is, for all intents and purposes, snugly buckled in. He tests this by tugging her forward a little, playfully.]

How's that?

[velluminous]

[ he would know his way around buckles and straps, wouldn't he?

laughs, obliging him to hump her hips on him once or twice more. it's a dangerous business, when they are both already nude. the straps pull on her thighs when he tugs them, and they hold fast: very tiny, very snug... leather panties. why not? ]

Haa. And all without looking.

[ just like she, without looking, reaches between them both to loosen the straps which hold the front o-ring close to her body. rising up onto her knees. feeling by memory. that slim length slides through the first smallest ring that will accept it, then "locks" into place. automatically, her hand drifts forward to wrap around the damp, translucent glass. it just feels right. ]

[vecna]

I got lucky.

[No, maybe he just knows a bit about binding people and things.

Her nearness—and yes, it’s a dangerous kind when they’re both naked and she’s wiggling about in his lap—does not make it any harder for her to add the glass cock. His eyes slip down to watch, the space below his stomach twisting in a pleasant way when she holds the item in her hand like it were a real cock. It’s already slick with her.]

The rest is all you. I’m in your caring hands, Ms Vaux.

[In other words: he’s never done this before, guide him please.]