[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.]
[ 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.
[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.]
[ 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.
[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.]
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. ]
[ 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. ]
[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?
[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.]
[ 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. ]
[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.]
[ 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. ]
[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.]
[She slides past his grip, easy and smooth. He glides it back up again, then down. Settles his free hand on her thigh, as he dips down closer... lower.
Kisses its tip. It tastes like her, too, faintly.]
[Oh, she really does want to reverse the roles, doesn't she?
Well, then he shuffles back just a little, weight on his elbows, and settled... on his knees. By way of dipping down to tend to "her" cock, his backside will raise, too, but only once he's started in earnest.]
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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.]
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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.
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His telekinesis does its duty, instead, and lifts the glass cock to float it over to her.]
Your cock. [lol]
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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.
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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.]
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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.
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[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.]
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[ 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. ]
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[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!!]
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[ 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. ]
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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?
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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. ]
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[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.]
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Go down.
[ how's that. ]
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[Eyes flicking down to the cock.]
…on you?
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[Hmm.]
So you want a show.
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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.]
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it does not look remotely realistic. but it does get the idea across. ]
I did not say that...
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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.
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her throat gets tight looking down at this. she tries for a playful little thrust into the ring of his fingers. ]
But we will make do.
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[She slides past his grip, easy and smooth. He glides it back up again, then down. Settles his free hand on her thigh, as he dips down closer... lower.
Kisses its tip. It tastes like her, too, faintly.]
Put your hands in my hair?
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Put yourself on your knees.
[ she wants him just as he's put her many a time: face buried in her lap, backside raised, legs spread. back arched. the whole nine yards. ]
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Well, then he shuffles back just a little, weight on his elbows, and settled... on his knees. By way of dipping down to tend to "her" cock, his backside will raise, too, but only once he's started in earnest.]
Like this?
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ignore the blood my paid ran out