[The response to his touch is positive and enthusiastic. She sucks in a breath of surprise and lifts her jaw to give him better access to her neck. One hand goes up the back of his neck and into his hair, fingers curling through his locks; the other slides over his shoulder to press the fingertips into his back. Both seem to be pulling him closer, encouraging.]
[When his hand returns to the small of her back, she presses her belly even more against his, getting squirmy and restless under his ministrations.]
[Her voice is quiet, breathy, barely more than a whisper]
[ Squirmy and restless is nothing but the highest of compliments, particularly given how composed she typically is. He can't stoop enough to get further than her collarbone, which is truly a shame, but he's nothing if not creative. Certainly rushing would be it's own sort of insult, so he slowly, deliberately works his way back up her neck, taking his very sweet time and lightly grazing his teeth over her jaw on his way back to her mouth. Once there he takes a good, long moment to get her lost in the kiss and everything she's feeling before he needs to fiddle around with the unfortunate matter of logistics. ]
[ Shrugging off the wool coat jacket that had been hanging open, he reaches behind him to fold it once and then drape it over the observation tower railing. Not as a clothes hanger, or at least not only that. ]
[ His hands circle her waist to draw her close again, less restrained this time, and lift her against him so he can take a few steady steps backwards and seat her down on the now-padded railing, which should be comfortable enough for a moment. It won't do for long, but he doesn't want to stop and negotiate anything more complicated. If she'll part her knees for him he'll steps in close again, palm sliding down the silk that's draped over her leg. ]
[When his teeth graze her neck, she outright shivers, breath coming out in tiny gasps of pleasure and surprise at all these brand-new stimuli, and her fingers curl into his skin and hair a little tighter.]
[When he picks her up, she responds by shifting her weight and hanging onto him, to make it easier for him to move her. And when he sits her on the railing, she does indeed spread her legs, especially so she can pull him closer so she can reach him with her kisses.]
[Initially, she cups his face between her delicate palms as she kisses and nips at his lips. Her hands are fast to wander, sliding down his neck and onto his freshly-bared chest, exploring the shape of his collarbone, his pecs, his nipples, his abdomen...]
[He mouth also wanders, nuzzling under his jaw to pepper his neck with kisses and brush his skin with her teeth. With her lips right next to his ear, she whispers, breathy:]
One wants....mm—
...One wants to know... what it feels like.....in this body...
[ However delicate and sharp his features, his build is that of a broad-shouldered field hand this is literally in The Lightning Tree not just being self indulgent honest, and a winded one at that. Normally he's a bit less affected than this, but there is the entire trip over to consider, and that in his arms is someone whose company he genuinely enjoys with no ulterior motives at play. ]
[ He huffs when she speaks, breath shuddering even though he doesn't. Though Gent is a patient one, her impatience is fascinating. But giving in, tempting as it is, would do her a disservice. If she has one game in this body, perhaps, the experience should be worth her while. ]
I intend to show you. [ His voice is lowered to a near-baritone, which he purrs against her cheek. He stoops forward to kiss her neck again, at the pulse point, while a hand rustles with the silks that cover her leg, aiming to get beneath them. ] It takes time to do a thing properly.
[ His hand curls on the small of her back to yank her flush against him. ] But you are a wonder, so you'll forgive me if I might be tempted to reconsider my patience, now and then.
[ If his hand finds a path beneath her silks then his eager fingertips drag up past her knee, halfway up her thigh. ]
[The courtship of cranes is all about making an impression. There's dancing, and singing, and ritualized displays of athleticism and strength. But the actual coupling itself is a relatively brief affair, and the physical contact is both localized and very specific. It is just a small piece of a larger process. It's straightforward. Predictable.]
[But this is already very different than what she knows. She can feel the heat of his body in her hands, and neck, and chest, and waist, and thighs. She has tasted the salt of his skin. She is sitting (wild!) But the most unexpected thing about all of this is how it feels — how she feels. Her body itself feel prickling with heat, and her skin craves his touch, and her breathing is unsteady. Everything is new and strange and heightened. There is this thrumming desire inside of her that is wholly unlike how it feels in her more familiar form. And she isn't quite sure what to do with herself right now. All she knows is that she -- this human body -- WANTS... something. It wants... it wants.]
[But what SHE wants is to know what the whole Human Courtship Experience is like. She wants to know how and where to touch and be touched. She wants to know what is pleasure and what is pain. She wants to know how it is all done.]
[She resolves to be patient, and observe the sensations and reactions of her own body. we're doing SCIENCE, babey]
Yes... One leaves oneself— in your capable hands. ...One wishes to learn the ways...
[He will find little resistance getting under her silk skirts. She even draws her leg up a little to make it easier. One thing he might find, if/when his hand travels far enough, is that under several layers of skirt and petticoat, there is nothing else all.]
[ He smiles against her neck as his hand slides beneath layers of underskirt and petticoats -- how like her to dress as a noble. Royalty, really. Fortunately, his capable hand is accustomed to such obstacles and deftly finds its slow, teasing way across the top of her thigh to her hip, making a swirling path that aims to touch of much of her skin as possible. ]
The only sure way is to do as you like. I'm yours to explore. [ As ways to say "get as handsy as you like" go, it's as elegant as any. He kisses her mouth again, more urgent and insistent now, wanting her focus on many things other than words. ]
[ His free hand skims down her soft curves, seeking whatever ties or fastenings hold the topmost layer of silk in place and making quick enough work of it, the sweeping rustle of cloth as he opens her dress a delightful backdrop. The hand beneath her skirts releases her hip so his fingertips can slide down the crook of her thigh, so close to where she must want them. Slowly, his touch light and teasing, his thumb circles closer, greedily awaiting her responses. ]
[While he's teasing and untying this and that, she's taking him up on his offer to explore. Her arms are around his neck now, creeping down his back to feel the place where his wings meet his body. Did you know? This is the first time she has felt feathers in this way, that she can recall. Human hands and fingers are so full of sensation, and relay so much more information than a beak or claw. His feathers are smooth, and soft, and warm, and she feels her way across the leading edge of one of them, since that's all the can reach. She never knew feathers felt like this to human hands.]
[She is learning so much. Everything feels so much. It is almost an overwhelming amount of stimulus already. Her attention keeps being yanked between each progressive point of contact between them — his fingers, his teeth, his hips between her thighs.]
[She hooks her bare calves around his knees and pulls him closer until he's tightly nestled in between her legs, which is just as much for balance as she perches on this narrow rail as it is that she simply wants to feel more of his body heat against her.]
[Her hanfu is composed of four distinct layer groups. The undermost layer is a petticoat made of generously pleated fabric, to give volume to the skirt. This is her undergarment for her bottom half, and the "undergarment" for her top half is a camisolethat looks not completely unlike a spaghettis-strap tanktop. This is basically the ancient chinese version of a bra, and this low-cut, ruffle-topped thing is straining to contain her. On top of that is the outermost part of her robe with the wide, ankle-length sleeves. This comes together in the front and is tucked under the hem of the skirt. And the skirt itself is an enormous length of cloth that has been spooled around her waist and tied shut with ornate, tasseled cords. Kind of along these lines.]
[So, should he unwind the ties of her sash, her skirt should loosen enough to allow her dress top to fall open (though the skirt can't fall off by virtue of the fact that she is sitting on it). Then it's just a matter of undoing the ties of her camisole behind her neck and in the small of her back. She shivers as his fingers find his way back there, goosebumps prickling over her skin. She nips at his lip, urging him on.]
[Once he had undone the knots, this poor, belabored camisole straight-up surrenders, allowing her very generous endowments (this isn't canon, i'm just being self-indulgent] to escape to freedom, right there in the cool air.]
[Cloud Retainer makes a muffled, indistinguishable noise and glances up at him through her lashes.]
[ He's able to untie and unravel her various trappings with one hand and without so much as glancing down -- capable hands, indeed. Not his first time contending with the many layers of high-ranking women's clothing, he rather enjoys it actually. He makes the process its own seduction, slowly unwinding and peeling away the cloth, delighting in each new inch of skin. Her skirt is slowly rucked up by his other hand, bunching around her hips. ]
[ When her fingertips find where his wings meet skin he gasps against her mouth, unprepared for that particular spot to be sensitive. His feathers fan out and curl around them, encouraging and eager. ]
[ Once as much of her clothes are away as is possible just now he pulls her against his chest, this being the most efficient way to touch as much of her as possible. His mouth trails down her neck again, nipping at her skin in a path along her collarbone to her shoulder. He's forced to consider the need to once again move -- the floor seems less than ideal, cold and uncomfortable, but there isn't much for it. He wishes her to move freely, he wants that skirt off, and he has plans this railing will not suffice for. He'll have to ensure he warms her and distracts her sufficiently. And his wings are flexible and comfortable enough to rest beneath her once he coaxes her onto her back. ]
[ Very well, then. He hooks his hand behind one of her knees to pull her leg up around his waist, hoping the other will follow. With one hand wrapping her waist again, the other sliding under her ass and lifting her from beneath her skirt (which is a pleasant resting place if ever there was one), he plucks her off the railing and into his arms. ]
Let us find somewhere with more freedom to move, hm? [ His voice is short-winded, low and muffled against her. While he has her up there he keeps her held tight against him, pressed flush from shoulders to hips, which is delightfully distracting. ]
[ He shifts her full weight into one arm and with the other he grabs the railing so he can settle himself down in a seated position on the floor with her atop him. There now; his hands skim up her flanks to cup her face and he kisses her again, full and unrestrained. With her hips pressing his down there's no mistaking his interest. ]
[Sure enough, as soon as he makes motions to lift her, she wraps her arms around his neck and her legs around his waist to cling to him like a very, VERY excited koala, making herself easier to move.]
[So. Now. Gentiana is sitting on the floor, and she is essentially kneeling while straddling him/sitting in his lap. And she is, at this point, completely naked. Her figure is peak Conventional Attractiveness because this is a body that was magicked onto her that she didn't have to work for beyond pure strength of will and ego. Her breasts are full against her slender figure, hair spilling around them like a waterfall, and her cheeks and lips are flushed with arousal. But more importantly, now that she doesn't have to worry about gravity (fuck you, gravity!!) she is more at liberty to explore his body as well.]
[While her mouth is busy, so are her hands, sliding down his chest and sides. She can feel all sorts of muscles as they move under his skin, and that's amazing to her. You really start to notice how many things you've missed out on touching when you suddenly have hands the necessary appendages for doing so.]
[Her delicate fingers work their way down... down... down to the waist of his pants, and she slips the tips of her fingers inside.]
[She fondles the delicate skin of his lower abdomen for a moment before deciding that isn't quite enough, so she starts deftly undoing his pants, her lips still busy kissing and nipping wherever they wind up, be it his face, ears, neck, or collar.]
[ There cannot be enough said for Peak Conventional Attractiveness, as far as he's concerned. (And he sort of is himself, so. Magical beings make fucking pretty humans is the takeaway here.) His hands, soft and strong and nimble, skim over her, drinking her in. Everything from the graceful arch of her back to the lush curves of her hips (perfectly suited for a hand, in his opinion) to the swell of her breasts against his chest to the softness of her hair is well worth some time to revel in, and he does just that. ]
[ She's more than welcome to his pants and everything beneath them, which includes not a stitch of clothing ALSO CANON which I point out because it's incredible. He hums against her neck and shifts his hips toward her touch without the slightest hint of shyness. Modesty wouldn't suit him at all. Whatever plans are flitting through his head -- and there are many -- can wait until her curiosity is well satisfied. ]
[ In the meantime he huffs slightly heavier breaths against her ear and gently pulls the skin of her neck through his teeth, never one to waste time idle. ]
[Underwear is for shmucks!! Commando only in this abode!]
[She gets his pants open and slips her hand inside...]
[...And her wriggling responses to his touch still significantly, and she becomes a little too distracted to keep the pace of kisses up. Hmm. It seems her brain is suddenly working double-time to process what it just discovered.]
[What... the heck... is that?]
[She softly feels around the base of it with her fingertips... traces them up the shaft... almost as if she's trying to map the shape of it in her head.]
[ He laughs a bit as she stills and gropes around, too charmed and amused to take things seriously at the moment. Welcome to Human Anatomy 101, please take your seats and write down three things you want to learn this semester. ]
[ But he's here to satisfy her curiosity as well as other things, so he slides onto his back and lifts his hips just enough to get his pants off them while he works on kicking off his boots without disturbing her. ]
Look and touch all you like. Trust me, it'll prove useful. [ He'll just be waiting to jump back in when she's out of Observation Mode and back into Experimentation Mode. ]
[ The amount of time some mortal men spend obsessing on these very questions. Needless and pointless in his mind. ]
More or less. [ Quite literally! ] I usually have concerns other than measurements. Though I suppose you could host a survey if you're curious. [ Who does he need to bribe to make this happen?? ]
[ He sits up again, one palm on the floor to support himself and the other wrapping around her waist. Reacting to her touch with a catch of his breath. ] It's nothing you need worry about. Humans were built for this to work.
[She noticed the catch of his breath when she touched it, so now she's wrapping her slender fingers around it and gently caresses it with a feather-light touch, soft strokes from base to tip and back again.]
[ His demeanor softens considerably. ] My thanks for the trust. I'll be a good steward of it. [ For all his amusement, he knows what it means for someone to be exposed (ha!) to something new. She'd have been within her rights to change her mind, so it's up to him to make her glad she hasn't. ]
[ He seems like he might have said more, but his words fall away when her hand moves. He leans forward, nuzzling into her neck, making a quiet but distinctly approving sound. For someone unfamiliar, she sure dives right in. A few thick exhales and he finds his voice again. ]
I mean to ensure you're... prepared. [ He's not going to be able to explain this in euphemisms, and the normal terms might not mean much to her, so here's hoping that trust extends a bit more into the unfamiliar. ] If I might lay you on your back?
[ He fans three of his wings out against the floor. He didn't mean plop her onto the cold ground, absolutely not! ]
[She allows herself to be guided to the ground. The canopy of feathers overhead is a familiar feeling, although usually her back is to the sky at this point, in preparation to be mounted.]
[She's not really sure what to do now, so she awaits further instruction.]
[ It's far too much to ask that she not think about what they just discussed, so he won't bother. He has no intention of rushing anyway. ]
[ Curling over to rest on one elbow, he rests his hip on the floor in a pose which makes it quite evident that he isn't about to press into her. Instead he leans down and kisses her, slow and intense, only aiming to get her thoughts elsewhere and the mood properly suited once again. He expects this might take some time, he's prepared to offer as much as necessary. His other hand rests on her waist, gentle and patient. ]
[Not what she expected, but not unwelcome, either. She kisses him back with equal enthusiasm, caressing his cheek and running her fingers into his hair.]
[ He lives to be unexpected, and also not unwelcome if he can help it. He's not about to act like a drunken mortal boy in his fifteenth year taking his first go at a woman. Fortunately, his attitudes about sex come from a different culture entirely so he believes she deserves for this not only to not be unpleasant, but for it to be very pleasant. ]
[ He scoops up her hand and rests it on his chest, which she liked exploring before. His mouth leaves hers only to lavish kisses over her jaw and down her neck, teeth grazing the harder turn of her collarbone. His hand moves to rest on her hip, sliding down her thigh. Slow and lazy. ]
[Well, he's doing a great job so far. She's having an excellent time, and it's easy to see it in her body language, and the way she leans into his kisses, and the little noises she makes when his teeth skim her skin (TEETH! A hitherto unknown tool of lovemaking what the fuck)]
[Her hand gets to roaming across the planes of his chest, and then to his side, and then around to his back. It's a little hard to reach back there, so she rolls/scoots herself toward him a little until her breasts are pressed against his chest.]
[This is much better. Now she can reach back to his wings again. She strokes them lightly, running her fingers through his feathers.]
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Day 506
Date: 2022-10-22 07:19 am (UTC)[The response to his touch is positive and enthusiastic. She sucks in a breath of surprise and lifts her jaw to give him better access to her neck. One hand goes up the back of his neck and into his hair, fingers curling through his locks; the other slides over his shoulder to press the fingertips into his back. Both seem to be pulling him closer, encouraging.]
[When his hand returns to the small of her back, she presses her belly even more against his, getting squirmy and restless under his ministrations.]
[Her voice is quiet, breathy, barely more than a whisper]
Mmhh.........more...
Re: Day 506
Date: 2022-10-22 07:41 am (UTC)[ Shrugging off the wool coat jacket that had been hanging open, he reaches behind him to fold it once and then drape it over the observation tower railing. Not as a clothes hanger, or at least not only that. ]
[ His hands circle her waist to draw her close again, less restrained this time, and lift her against him so he can take a few steady steps backwards and seat her down on the now-padded railing, which should be comfortable enough for a moment. It won't do for long, but he doesn't want to stop and negotiate anything more complicated. If she'll part her knees for him he'll steps in close again, palm sliding down the silk that's draped over her leg. ]
Re: Day 506
Date: 2022-10-23 07:47 am (UTC)[When his teeth graze her neck, she outright shivers, breath coming out in tiny gasps of pleasure and surprise at all these brand-new stimuli, and her fingers curl into his skin and hair a little tighter.]
[When he picks her up, she responds by shifting her weight and hanging onto him, to make it easier for him to move her. And when he sits her on the railing, she does indeed spread her legs, especially so she can pull him closer so she can reach him with her kisses.]
[Initially, she cups his face between her delicate palms as she kisses and nips at his lips. Her hands are fast to wander, sliding down his neck and onto his freshly-bared chest, exploring the shape of his collarbone, his pecs, his nipples, his abdomen...]
[He mouth also wanders, nuzzling under his jaw to pepper his neck with kisses and brush his skin with her teeth. With her lips right next to his ear, she whispers, breathy:]
One wants....mm—
...One wants to know... what it feels like.....in this body...
Re: Day 506
Date: 2022-10-23 08:38 am (UTC)this is literally in The Lightning Tree not just being self indulgent honest, and a winded one at that. Normally he's a bit less affected than this, but there is the entire trip over to consider, and that in his arms is someone whose company he genuinely enjoys with no ulterior motives at play. ][ He huffs when she speaks, breath shuddering even though he doesn't. Though Gent is a patient one, her impatience is fascinating. But giving in, tempting as it is, would do her a disservice. If she has one game in this body, perhaps, the experience should be worth her while. ]
I intend to show you. [ His voice is lowered to a near-baritone, which he purrs against her cheek. He stoops forward to kiss her neck again, at the pulse point, while a hand rustles with the silks that cover her leg, aiming to get beneath them. ] It takes time to do a thing properly.
[ His hand curls on the small of her back to yank her flush against him. ] But you are a wonder, so you'll forgive me if I might be tempted to reconsider my patience, now and then.
[ If his hand finds a path beneath her silks then his eager fingertips drag up past her knee, halfway up her thigh. ]
Re: Day 506
Date: 2022-10-23 09:33 am (UTC)[The courtship of cranes is all about making an impression. There's dancing, and singing, and ritualized displays of athleticism and strength. But the actual coupling itself is a relatively brief affair, and the physical contact is both localized and very specific. It is just a small piece of a larger process. It's straightforward. Predictable.]
[But this is already very different than what she knows. She can feel the heat of his body in her hands, and neck, and chest, and waist, and thighs. She has tasted the salt of his skin. She is sitting (wild!) But the most unexpected thing about all of this is how it feels — how she feels. Her body itself feel prickling with heat, and her skin craves his touch, and her breathing is unsteady. Everything is new and strange and heightened. There is this thrumming desire inside of her that is wholly unlike how it feels in her more familiar form. And she isn't quite sure what to do with herself right now. All she knows is that she -- this human body -- WANTS... something. It wants... it wants.]
[But what SHE wants is to know what the whole Human Courtship Experience is like. She wants to know how and where to touch and be touched. She wants to know what is pleasure and what is pain. She wants to know how it is all done.]
[She resolves to be patient, and observe the sensations and reactions of her own body. we're doing SCIENCE, babey]
Yes... One leaves oneself— in your capable hands. ...One wishes to learn the ways...
[He will find little resistance getting under her silk skirts. She even draws her leg up a little to make it easier. One thing he might find, if/when his hand travels far enough, is that under several layers of skirt and petticoat, there is nothing else all.]
Re: Day 506
Date: 2022-10-23 07:30 pm (UTC)The only sure way is to do as you like. I'm yours to explore. [ As ways to say "get as handsy as you like" go, it's as elegant as any. He kisses her mouth again, more urgent and insistent now, wanting her focus on many things other than words. ]
[ His free hand skims down her soft curves, seeking whatever ties or fastenings hold the topmost layer of silk in place and making quick enough work of it, the sweeping rustle of cloth as he opens her dress a delightful backdrop. The hand beneath her skirts releases her hip so his fingertips can slide down the crook of her thigh, so close to where she must want them. Slowly, his touch light and teasing, his thumb circles closer, greedily awaiting her responses. ]
Re: Day 506
Date: 2022-10-24 01:28 am (UTC)[While he's teasing and untying this and that, she's taking him up on his offer to explore. Her arms are around his neck now, creeping down his back to feel the place where his wings meet his body. Did you know? This is the first time she has felt feathers in this way, that she can recall. Human hands and fingers are so full of sensation, and relay so much more information than a beak or claw. His feathers are smooth, and soft, and warm, and she feels her way across the leading edge of one of them, since that's all the can reach. She never knew feathers felt like this to human hands.]
[She is learning so much. Everything feels so much. It is almost an overwhelming amount of stimulus already. Her attention keeps being yanked between each progressive point of contact between them — his fingers, his teeth, his hips between her thighs.]
[She hooks her bare calves around his knees and pulls him closer until he's tightly nestled in between her legs, which is just as much for balance as she perches on this narrow rail as it is that she simply wants to feel more of his body heat against her.]
[Her hanfu is composed of four distinct layer groups. The undermost layer is a petticoat made of generously pleated fabric, to give volume to the skirt. This is her undergarment for her bottom half, and the "undergarment" for her top half is a camisolethat looks not completely unlike a spaghettis-strap tanktop. This is basically the ancient chinese version of a bra, and this low-cut, ruffle-topped thing is straining to contain her. On top of that is the outermost part of her robe with the wide, ankle-length sleeves. This comes together in the front and is tucked under the hem of the skirt. And the skirt itself is an enormous length of cloth that has been spooled around her waist and tied shut with ornate, tasseled cords. Kind of along these lines.]
[So, should he unwind the ties of her sash, her skirt should loosen enough to allow her dress top to fall open (though the skirt can't fall off by virtue of the fact that she is sitting on it). Then it's just a matter of undoing the ties of her camisole behind her neck and in the small of her back. She shivers as his fingers find his way back there, goosebumps prickling over her skin. She nips at his lip, urging him on.]
[Once he had undone the knots, this poor, belabored camisole straight-up surrenders, allowing her very generous endowments (
this isn't canon, i'm just being self-indulgent] to escape to freedom, right there in the cool air.][Cloud Retainer makes a muffled, indistinguishable noise and glances up at him through her lashes.]
Re: Day 506
Date: 2022-10-24 02:23 am (UTC)[ When her fingertips find where his wings meet skin he gasps against her mouth, unprepared for that particular spot to be sensitive. His feathers fan out and curl around them, encouraging and eager. ]
[ Once as much of her clothes are away as is possible just now he pulls her against his chest, this being the most efficient way to touch as much of her as possible. His mouth trails down her neck again, nipping at her skin in a path along her collarbone to her shoulder. He's forced to consider the need to once again move -- the floor seems less than ideal, cold and uncomfortable, but there isn't much for it. He wishes her to move freely, he wants that skirt off, and he has plans this railing will not suffice for. He'll have to ensure he warms her and distracts her sufficiently. And his wings are flexible and comfortable enough to rest beneath her once he coaxes her onto her back. ]
[ Very well, then. He hooks his hand behind one of her knees to pull her leg up around his waist, hoping the other will follow. With one hand wrapping her waist again, the other sliding under her ass and lifting her from beneath her skirt (which is a pleasant resting place if ever there was one), he plucks her off the railing and into his arms. ]
Let us find somewhere with more freedom to move, hm? [ His voice is short-winded, low and muffled against her. While he has her up there he keeps her held tight against him, pressed flush from shoulders to hips, which is delightfully distracting. ]
[ He shifts her full weight into one arm and with the other he grabs the railing so he can settle himself down in a seated position on the floor with her atop him. There now; his hands skim up her flanks to cup her face and he kisses her again, full and unrestrained. With her hips pressing his down there's no mistaking his interest. ]
Re: Day 506
Date: 2022-10-24 02:56 am (UTC)[Sure enough, as soon as he makes motions to lift her, she wraps her arms around his neck and her legs around his waist to cling to him like a very, VERY excited koala, making herself easier to move.]
[So. Now. Gentiana is sitting on the floor, and she is essentially kneeling while straddling him/sitting in his lap. And she is, at this point, completely naked. Her figure is peak Conventional Attractiveness because this is a body that was magicked onto her that she didn't have to work for beyond pure strength of will and ego. Her breasts are full against her slender figure, hair spilling around them like a waterfall, and her cheeks and lips are flushed with arousal. But more importantly, now that she doesn't have to worry about gravity (fuck you, gravity!!) she is more at liberty to explore his body as well.]
[While her mouth is busy, so are her hands, sliding down his chest and sides. She can feel all sorts of muscles as they move under his skin, and that's amazing to her. You really start to notice how many things you've missed out on touching when you suddenly have hands the necessary appendages for doing so.]
[Her delicate fingers work their way down... down... down to the waist of his pants, and she slips the tips of her fingers inside.]
[She fondles the delicate skin of his lower abdomen for a moment before deciding that isn't quite enough, so she starts deftly undoing his pants, her lips still busy kissing and nipping wherever they wind up, be it his face, ears, neck, or collar.]
Re: Day 506
Date: 2022-10-24 03:17 am (UTC)[ She's more than welcome to his pants and everything beneath them, which includes not a stitch of clothing
ALSO CANON which I point out because it's incredible. He hums against her neck and shifts his hips toward her touch without the slightest hint of shyness. Modesty wouldn't suit him at all. Whatever plans are flitting through his head -- and there are many -- can wait until her curiosity is well satisfied. ][ In the meantime he huffs slightly heavier breaths against her ear and gently pulls the skin of her neck through his teeth, never one to waste time idle. ]
Re: Day 506
Date: 2022-10-24 03:28 am (UTC)[Underwear is for shmucks!! Commando only in this abode!]
[She gets his pants open and slips her hand inside...]
[...And her wriggling responses to his touch still significantly, and she becomes a little too distracted to keep the pace of kisses up. Hmm. It seems her brain is suddenly working double-time to process what it just discovered.]
[What... the heck... is that?]
[She softly feels around the base of it with her fingertips... traces them up the shaft... almost as if she's trying to map the shape of it in her head.]
[????????]
Re: Day 506
Date: 2022-10-24 03:37 am (UTC)Something you need answered, my Lady?
Re: Day 506
Date: 2022-10-24 03:41 am (UTC)[oh shit he's on to her]
[quick, think of something]
Er...
...It seems unfair that only one of us is nude, no?
Re: Day 506
Date: 2022-10-24 03:46 am (UTC)[ But he's here to satisfy her curiosity as well as other things, so he slides onto his back and lifts his hips just enough to get his pants off them while he works on kicking off his boots without disturbing her. ]
Look and touch all you like. Trust me, it'll prove useful. [ He'll just be waiting to jump back in when she's out of Observation Mode and back into Experimentation Mode. ]
Re: Day 506
Date: 2022-10-24 03:53 am (UTC)[She raises herself up a little while he shucks off his clothes, and once he's done, she settles back down on his thighs so she can see....IT.]
—And this entire thing is meant to go inside?!
Re: Day 506
Date: 2022-10-24 04:01 am (UTC)Don't worry, I'm an expert.
Re: Day 506
Date: 2022-10-24 04:12 am (UTC)[Did you know sex between cranes is non-penetrative?????? did you know they don't have dicks at all??????]
One has seen humans in the act on several occasions, but... this is much... —larger in person than it appears from a great distance...
[Are you sure all of this will fit???!!!!]
[Damn! Okay! Well, she's here to do science, so time to stop fucking around and start fucking around!]
[She reaches out and lightly sets her fingertips on the shaft, then traces them up toward the head, delicate and experimental.]
Are they all this size?
Re: Day 506
Date: 2022-10-24 04:22 am (UTC)More or less. [ Quite literally! ] I usually have concerns other than measurements. Though I suppose you could host a survey if you're curious. [ Who does he need to bribe to make this happen?? ]
[ He sits up again, one palm on the floor to support himself and the other wrapping around her waist. Reacting to her touch with a catch of his breath. ] It's nothing you need worry about. Humans were built for this to work.
Re: Day 506
Date: 2022-10-24 04:53 am (UTC)[The "who" he would need to bribe is a pep!pep!]
Then... one shall trust you on this.
[She noticed the catch of his breath when she touched it, so now she's wrapping her slender fingers around it and gently caresses it with a feather-light touch, soft strokes from base to tip and back again.]
Re: Day 506
Date: 2022-10-24 05:04 am (UTC)[ He seems like he might have said more, but his words fall away when her hand moves. He leans forward, nuzzling into her neck, making a quiet but distinctly approving sound. For someone unfamiliar, she sure dives right in. A few thick exhales and he finds his voice again. ]
I mean to ensure you're... prepared. [ He's not going to be able to explain this in euphemisms, and the normal terms might not mean much to her, so here's hoping that trust extends a bit more into the unfamiliar. ] If I might lay you on your back?
[ He fans three of his wings out against the floor. He didn't mean plop her onto the cold ground, absolutely not! ]
Re: Day 506
Date: 2022-10-24 05:10 am (UTC)Very well...
[She allows herself to be guided to the ground. The canopy of feathers overhead is a familiar feeling, although usually her back is to the sky at this point, in preparation to be mounted.]
[She's not really sure what to do now, so she awaits further instruction.]
Re: Day 506
Date: 2022-10-24 05:17 am (UTC)[ Curling over to rest on one elbow, he rests his hip on the floor in a pose which makes it quite evident that he isn't about to press into her. Instead he leans down and kisses her, slow and intense, only aiming to get her thoughts elsewhere and the mood properly suited once again. He expects this might take some time, he's prepared to offer as much as necessary. His other hand rests on her waist, gentle and patient. ]
Re: Day 506
Date: 2022-10-24 05:22 am (UTC)[Not what she expected, but not unwelcome, either. She kisses him back with equal enthusiasm, caressing his cheek and running her fingers into his hair.]
Re: Day 506
Date: 2022-10-24 05:32 am (UTC)[ He scoops up her hand and rests it on his chest, which she liked exploring before. His mouth leaves hers only to lavish kisses over her jaw and down her neck, teeth grazing the harder turn of her collarbone. His hand moves to rest on her hip, sliding down her thigh. Slow and lazy. ]
Re: Day 506
Date: 2022-10-24 05:43 am (UTC)[Well, he's doing a great job so far. She's having an excellent time, and it's easy to see it in her body language, and the way she leans into his kisses, and the little noises she makes when his teeth skim her skin (TEETH! A hitherto unknown tool of lovemaking what the fuck)]
[Her hand gets to roaming across the planes of his chest, and then to his side, and then around to his back. It's a little hard to reach back there, so she rolls/scoots herself toward him a little until her breasts are pressed against his chest.]
[This is much better. Now she can reach back to his wings again. She strokes them lightly, running her fingers through his feathers.]
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