DEDICATED HENRATURRA POST;

[vecna]

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

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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.]

[velluminous]

[ guide him? ]

Go down.

[ how's that. ]

[vecna]

Go down…

[Eyes flicking down to the cock.]

…on you?

[velluminous]

Yes. Go down.

[vecna]

Hm.

[Hmm.]

So you want a show.

[velluminous]

I want you to feel what it's like.

[vecna]

[That actually does make him laugh, feather light.]

If you’re comparing me to the stiffness of a glass cock, I guess I should be flattered.

[He will, unfortunately, have to let her go for it… which he does, arm unfurling slowly from her.]

[velluminous]

[ such delicate tones for a man so given to violence. she arches her brow as he releases her from his ensconcing embrace. very easy to slip back, out of his lap, and sit upon the bedspread with her legs akimbo and the dildo pertly bobbing in between.

it does not look remotely realistic. but it does get the idea across. ]

I did not say that...

[vecna]

[It doesn't, but realism is hardly the point.]

No?

[Softly, slowly, he reaches down to touch the dildo, to wrap his fingers around it and slide it all the way down its length, collecting the remnants of her slick along the way. She has done this to him more than once, so the gesture is very easy to mimic.]

Mm, you're right. Not at all like me.