DEDICATED HENRATURRA POST;

[vecna]

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

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[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.

[velluminous]

[ too slender. too cold. not like him at all.

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.

[vecna]

We do.

[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?

[velluminous]

[ pretty... ]

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. ]

[vecna]

[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.]

Like this?

[velluminous]

[ oh! how perfect. she sets one hand gently, lightly, at the back of his head. fingers barely slip between golden locks; it is a feathery caress. ]

Just like that.

[vecna]

[The tickly kind of caress, the sort that sends a tingle up and down the line of his spine — which is very much bared to her now, especially from this angle.]

Hmm.

[Well now, how to proceed? Knowing it's just for show and not necessarily pleasure makes it simple enough for Henry to decide on: starting things off as lewd as possible, so she gets to watch him "taste" the dildo from its base with the tip of his tongue... and then lave it flat against the glass, trailing it all the way back up to its tip.]

[velluminous]

[ he would be wrong about that. that this is not for pleasure. because, as he leans in and licks up the glass length, she releases a breath that for all the world sounds as pleasured as if it were her body. reaches slowly up (down?) the length of his spine, as he had once done to her. ]

Good.

[vecna]

[Oh.

Well.

If she's going to react like that.

Then there's a faint curve of a smile on his face as he drags his hand up and back down that length, settling again at its base, and licks... again. Slowly. Much more luridly. Eyes flicking up to look at her.]

[velluminous]

[ oh! is he having fun? ]

You are being coy.

[vecna]

[Is he spending quality time with her? Then yes, he’s having fun.

That actually interrupts his little show, though, making him almost-sputter out a laugh.]

You call this coy?

[velluminous]

Little bit.

[vecna]

[Maybe she’s a little bit right. Maybe she’s teasing.]

Anyone else would call this brazen.

[But no, he knows what she wants to see: his lips sealing around the tip of the cock, kissing gently and wetly. And then lowering, to take it in slowly, a few inches at a time.

So… he does precisely that.]

[velluminous]

[ can she help that he has such plush lips, and that she's sure they would look perfect wrapped around a pretty cock? indeed, when he begins to take the length, her chin lifts and her throat bobs in a dry swallow. oh, she was right to think that—like she always is, about everything.

the hand at his nape curls properly, now, and holds firm for every inch which glides between his lips. there will be no backing out of this for Henry Creel. she will see him hilted. ]

What is it when I am doing it, hm?

[ he can't answer. it's how she likes it. her free hand moves lazily, and the spectral, skeletal Mage Hand in her employ wisps into being. it grasps for the forgotten vial of oil and dangles it in the air just above the small of his back. ]