[As he moves, and keeps moving, she starts becoming accustomed to the constant intense friction, the feeling of being hollowed out and then suddenly filled again all in a rush. It takes her a while to get any air because she's gasping and panting in uneven fits and starts, like her body has straight-up forgotten how to inhale.]
[She's clinging to him for dear life, fingers digging into the skin of his back. Admittedly, it takes her a moment to realize how he's moving her hips because she is so intensely focused on what is going on in other areas. But fortunately, her hips seem to be picking up what her brain is missing, rocking into him in desperate search of more of what he's giving her.]
[All of this feels very good, but at a certain point, at a certain angle, it suddenly starts feeling VERY good, like someone just hit the "loud" button on all her physical sensations. She arches her back. Her toes curl. She lets out a pleading whimper, wordlessly begging for more.]
[ He grins when the volume on her responses, literal and otherwise, dials up, then he sets his body as needed and drives into her just that way, over and again. Short-winded with his pulse thundering, he buries his face against her temple so she'll be able to hear and feel him panting in her ear. That always gets him going. For a short while he gives her more of the same, aiming to get her hazy and wanton, reduce the world to the two of them and the way they fit together, make her sounds and movements grow urgent and shameless. ]
[ And now that she has the idea and is properly wound good and tight, he's got one more thing up his sleeve. ]
[ His hand grips her hip and the other slips beneath her shoulders, rolling over and bringing her with him, so they're once again in a sitting position with her astride him. Unlike the gentle, even way he moved her before, this shift is swift and sudden and breathless, tinged with the same desperate wanting she's feeling. His hands hook behind her knees to shift her legs so her ankles cross at the small of his back, to make it easier and less tiring for her to move -- like this, she can chase her pleasure all she likes. He doesn't intend to remain idle, however, and plants a palm on the floor so he can thrust up into her, his other skimming up her back and through her long hair. Him looking up at her, almost reverent. Once she gets her bearings, he thinks she'll find this suits her well. ]
[You know, she's always wondered why women make those very specific sounds when they couple. It's so distinctive, and you can hear it from a great distance. But now she finally realizes, as she catches herself having already transitioned from whimpers to full-blown sex noises, that it's not, in fact, a conscious decision after all. It is a noise the body makes all on its own when your mind is busy getting blown away.]
[How does it feel to completely unravel a god with your dick, Gentiana?]
[Then—!]
[—suddenly! bewilderingly! she's sitting in his lap again, and yet (like magic!) he is still inside her. The thing to do seems obvious here (and more importantly, she is desperate,) so without missing a beat, she wraps herself around him and picks up where they left off.]
[Somewhere, her bingo square for "ride a monster" is busy checking itself.]
[ To be entirely fair, plus it's fun to note, she's not the first god he's had his dick in since arriving here. Venti is a bit of a different rodeo, however. Both delightful, but very dissimilar. ]
[ That said, it feels pretty fucking fantastic, thanks for asking! In all varied and colorful meanings of the phrase. His only regret is that he won't get this opportunity much. He likes her usual form, it's lovely, but definitely only for looking at and talking to. Possibly feather preening, he'll see. ]
[ With her knowing just what to do, whether by instinct or otherwise, there's not much for him to do but push his hips up to meet her, make sure he's angled in such a way that it's what works for her, and enjoy it. He means to do all three -- and some additions, he considers, as his free hand drinks in her curves and his mouth makes its panting, pleasant way across her collarbone and up her neck, here and there with a moan muffled against her. ]
[With her arms around his shoulders, she rides him, rolling her hips forward and back to try to chase that specific angle, to feel the pressure along a certain path within her. With him thrusting up into her every time she comes down, it sends what feels like a shockwave of pleasure that she can feel all the way to her throat.]
[She needs this, need more of this, more... It's not long at all before she greedily increases the tempo, gasping with both pleasure and effort. But she finds there's a limit to how fast she can physically move her heavy human body, so full of mass and inertia as it is. This is as fast she can go, and yet she still needs more...!]
[ By now he's making little breathless sounds of his own and has a pleasant sheen of sweat. His hand settles on her hip and grips it tight, encouraging her and yanking her forward onto him. He wanted her in control of her own pleasure, that doesn't mean he's about to be a cold fish. He couldn't be if he tried, not with how eager and tempting and gorgeous she is all flushed and wanton and... damn, how can he want so badly what he already has? ]
[ There are things he could to do hurry her along, but he finds the idea distasteful. Racing to the finish has its moments, this is not one of them. What he does do, not entirely with intention, is flare his wings behind him so four of them brace on the floor, now his other hand can squeeze her other hip to set her in the angle she likes. (Wings, who knew?) With the added leverage he can drive into her harder, pitch his motions to where she's most sensitive, generally just enjoy the hell out of this for however much longer it lasts. ]
[Okay, but what if she wants to race toward the finish? For someone who has lived such an enormously long life, she has surprisingly little patience when it comes to pulling apart something new to see how it works.]
[That said, him taking over and just railing her full force is making her eyes roll back in her head with bliss. She feels almost deliriously overwhelmed, as if the entire world has narrowed down to their points of physical contact, the heat of his skin, the smell of sweat, the sounds of both of them moaning and panting. Nothing else exists for her in this moment.]
[A side effect of him now supporting her hips with his hands is that she no longer depends on her own arms to do it. That means she needs to find something else for them to do, because being still is completely out of her control at this moment. She presses her chest to his and slides her hands down each side of his spine, where they find the bases of his wings. She presses her fingers into them, carding through the feathers, fingertips twining through his down.]
[Her mouth, meanwhile, is flush at his shoulder, where she kisses, mouths, gasps at his skin. As the feeling of pleasure continues to mount, she starts feeling like she needs something to hang onto again. Without thinking about it, she wraps her teeth around the meat of his shoulder, right where it meets his neck, and clenches.]
[ Sometimes things work better at a measured pace, though! A song doesn't sound the same played twice as fast. That said, he certainly appreciates her impatience here and now; each time they slide together is another degree warmer, the world around them diffusing into haze and watercolor. ]
[ Her treatment of his wings is a particular surprise (despite her having done the same several times now, his nerves were less of a live wire then). His back arches beneath her touch, feathers flaring into her hands, and he gasps when she stoops to mouth at his shoulder. Patience is a virtue in these matters, absolutely, but he'd be lying if he said the waiting didn't ache. She's far too tempting for it to be otherwise. ]
[ When her teeth bite down he groans and turns his mouth against her hair, stirring it with his humid breaths. He never did mind a little pain, especially as he takes it as a sign that she's growing overwhelmed. What that bite does do is inspire him to redouble his efforts, a burst of force and speed in his hands, in his heartbeat, in his hips. ]
[Yes!! Yes!! She realizes now that this is what her body has been chasing all this time. This right here!! Celestia above, she had no idea it was anything like this!]
[The grip of his hands on her hips, the smack of his skin on hers, the sound of his gasps in her ear —and, of course, the feeling of being absolutely railed... everything feels perfect and amazing and right. And now it feels as if something is building inside of her — some sort of tension that starts in her abdomen and spreads all the way up to her throat, a delicious shivery tightness of something starting to Change.]
[He can probably feel it in her fingertips as they curl against the muscles in his wings, or hear it in pitch of her gasps and whimpers. It's not with just her hands that she clings to him extra tightly as she goes hurtling toward the edge.]
[ There's always the temptation to move even faster when a woman shows these signs -- if that were even possible. A rookie mistake. Her voice and body and breath say this is working for her, this exactly, and the only reason to change it would be to tease. She doesn't seem the type to enjoy that and frankly he's not interested in waiting. She'll feel him swell a bit inside her, his body more than ready for release; he won't dare finish before she does, but he won't be far behind. ]
[ In the meantime, his focus is on her. On moving just so in that way to make her voice soar and her hands twist in his feathers, very much enjoying the feel of her coiling tension all around him. He keeps going in just this way, hard and fast, moaning in her ear. Eager more for her pleasure than his own, though they are hopelessly linked in truth, so winding her up is making him a bit desperate. But that's fine because it seems almost right, almost there, and his hands clutch her hips as he rocks up into her with his whole body buzzing. His eyes stay open and he minds every piece of her, wanting to see and feel and relish the moment she's lost in all he's making her feel. ]
[She's starting to tense like an overwound spring as the feeling inside her mounts, growing larger and larger until it has taken up so much space inside her that she feels unable to breathe. She gasps, sucking in a breath... holds it...
—and his next thrust has her careening headlong over that edge, her entire abdomen clenching with wave after wave of delicious, shivering spasms from head to toe, and she keens- a stuttering, gasping, uncontrollable sound. Her body clenches around him, just as her fingers grab a tight fistful of feathers, her toes curl, and her teeth clamp into his shoulder. She grips him so tightly with her whole being that it's if she's trying to become one.]
[ He keeps her held close and tight as she rides through it, not that he had much choice, delightfully enough. And his hips keep moving, knowing it's better if he does, which is convenient since even with her astonishingly erotic sounds and movements it still takes him rocking into her four times, five, to finish himself -- too busy appreciating her, really, for it to be anything but a very pleasing afterthought. (He considered waiting, but he doesn't want to demand she do a thing with her well-earned afterglow but relax, and possibly let him unwind her in one or a hundred little satisfying ways.) ]
[ While his breathing slows and he eases into something not quite relaxed against her, his hand slips beneath her long hair to massage her neck, the crooks of her shoulders, imagining she must be a bit sore. Most are, even if they've had a lifetime getting used to their body. His other hand wraps her waist to keep her close while he sits up a bit more and four of his wings curl around them. Once he has breath for it, he presses a gentle kiss to her temple. Humans have quite the racket going, right? ]
[It takes a minute for the spasms to work themselves out, and as they subside, she begins to melt bonelessly over his chest. She only now notices that she is biting him, so she lets him go and kisses the spot apologetically, smoothing with her fingers the feathers she messed up in her throes of passion.]
[She's still out of breath and twitching a little, but it feels as though a comfortable fog of satisfaction has settled over her, and she is slowly recovering her peripheral vision and remembering where she is.]
[The massage of her shoulders is unexpected and feels much nicer than she would have thought. She hums and tips her head a little to invite better access, and starts to massage him back. Her hands are not as strong as his, but her delicate fingers knead gently around his shoulder blades and slowly caress his wings.]
[She feels like maybe she's supposed to say something here, but she's feeling so pleasantly lazy and wrung out that she decides to continue draping over him for a minute longer while her heart rate goes back to normal.]
[ No apology needed really, but hell if he's saying no to a kiss wherever she wants to put it. He sacrifices his hold on her so his second hand can join the first in working out any unpleasant knots that are threatening to settle in. This building, despite the lovely view, isn't the most opportune place for this. He'd have liked a bed or a bed of comfortable soft grass, but he was in no position to be picky. For his part, her stroking his feathers is much appreciateded, and he gives a low him to show it. ]
You're quite well? [ Mostly ensuring she's not sore or the like. ]
[Slowly, as if she's still pulling herself together a little.]
...Yes— [ahem] Yes.
That was... an exhilarating experience. Very involved, compared to what one is used to.
But nonetheless... an affair undoubtably worth the effort. From one's perception, at least.
[Conversation is starting to bring her back to her senses, and she starts to take stock of herself. Wow, she's really sweaty. And is he still inside her? What happens now? mystery.]
[ Despite the annoying logistics of cleaning up -- which he'd like to avoid for as long as possible, both as a matter of principle and a matter of preference. Rushing through afterglow is sometimes necessary but always annoying. Instead he redoubles his efforts to release whatever tension or knots are threatening to settle into her neck and shoulders and back. ]
For now, rest a minute. Almost as good as the release itself is the relaxation that follows.
[ He kisses her shoulder, soft and slow. See, doesn't that feel nice? Like a salve on overworked and overtired nerves. ]
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Re: Day 506
[As he moves, and keeps moving, she starts becoming accustomed to the constant intense friction, the feeling of being hollowed out and then suddenly filled again all in a rush. It takes her a while to get any air because she's gasping and panting in uneven fits and starts, like her body has straight-up forgotten how to inhale.]
[She's clinging to him for dear life, fingers digging into the skin of his back. Admittedly, it takes her a moment to realize how he's moving her hips because she is so intensely focused on what is going on in other areas. But fortunately, her hips seem to be picking up what her brain is missing, rocking into him in desperate search of more of what he's giving her.]
[All of this feels very good, but at a certain point, at a certain angle, it suddenly starts feeling VERY good, like someone just hit the "loud" button on all her physical sensations. She arches her back. Her toes curl. She lets out a pleading whimper, wordlessly begging for more.]
Re: Day 506
[ And now that she has the idea and is properly wound good and tight, he's got one more thing up his sleeve. ]
[ His hand grips her hip and the other slips beneath her shoulders, rolling over and bringing her with him, so they're once again in a sitting position with her astride him. Unlike the gentle, even way he moved her before, this shift is swift and sudden and breathless, tinged with the same desperate wanting she's feeling. His hands hook behind her knees to shift her legs so her ankles cross at the small of his back, to make it easier and less tiring for her to move -- like this, she can chase her pleasure all she likes. He doesn't intend to remain idle, however, and plants a palm on the floor so he can thrust up into her, his other skimming up her back and through her long hair. Him looking up at her, almost reverent. Once she gets her bearings, he thinks she'll find this suits her well. ]
Re: Day 506
[You know, she's always wondered why women make those very specific sounds when they couple. It's so distinctive, and you can hear it from a great distance. But now she finally realizes, as she catches herself having already transitioned from whimpers to full-blown sex noises, that it's not, in fact, a conscious decision after all. It is a noise the body makes all on its own when your mind is busy getting blown away.]
[How does it feel to completely unravel a god with your dick, Gentiana?]
[Then—!]
[—suddenly! bewilderingly! she's sitting in his lap again, and yet (like magic!) he is still inside her. The thing to do seems obvious here (and more importantly, she is desperate,) so without missing a beat, she wraps herself around him and picks up where they left off.]
[Somewhere, her bingo square for "ride a monster" is busy checking itself.]
Re: Day 506
[ That said, it feels pretty fucking fantastic, thanks for asking! In all varied and colorful meanings of the phrase. His only regret is that he won't get this opportunity much. He likes her usual form, it's lovely, but definitely only for looking at and talking to. Possibly feather preening, he'll see. ]
[ With her knowing just what to do, whether by instinct or otherwise, there's not much for him to do but push his hips up to meet her, make sure he's angled in such a way that it's what works for her, and enjoy it. He means to do all three -- and some additions, he considers, as his free hand drinks in her curves and his mouth makes its panting, pleasant way across her collarbone and up her neck, here and there with a moan muffled against her. ]
Re: Day 506
[With her arms around his shoulders, she rides him, rolling her hips forward and back to try to chase that specific angle, to feel the pressure along a certain path within her. With him thrusting up into her every time she comes down, it sends what feels like a shockwave of pleasure that she can feel all the way to her throat.]
[She needs this, need more of this, more... It's not long at all before she greedily increases the tempo, gasping with both pleasure and effort. But she finds there's a limit to how fast she can physically move her heavy human body, so full of mass and inertia as it is. This is as fast she can go, and yet she still needs more...!]
Re: Day 506
[ There are things he could to do hurry her along, but he finds the idea distasteful. Racing to the finish has its moments, this is not one of them. What he does do, not entirely with intention, is flare his wings behind him so four of them brace on the floor, now his other hand can squeeze her other hip to set her in the angle she likes. (Wings, who knew?) With the added leverage he can drive into her harder, pitch his motions to where she's most sensitive, generally just enjoy the hell out of this for however much longer it lasts. ]
Re: Day 506
[Okay, but what if she wants to race toward the finish? For someone who has lived such an enormously long life, she has surprisingly little patience when it comes to pulling apart something new to see how it works.]
[That said, him taking over and just railing her full force is making her eyes roll back in her head with bliss. She feels almost deliriously overwhelmed, as if the entire world has narrowed down to their points of physical contact, the heat of his skin, the smell of sweat, the sounds of both of them moaning and panting. Nothing else exists for her in this moment.]
[A side effect of him now supporting her hips with his hands is that she no longer depends on her own arms to do it. That means she needs to find something else for them to do, because being still is completely out of her control at this moment. She presses her chest to his and slides her hands down each side of his spine, where they find the bases of his wings. She presses her fingers into them, carding through the feathers, fingertips twining through his down.]
[Her mouth, meanwhile, is flush at his shoulder, where she kisses, mouths, gasps at his skin. As the feeling of pleasure continues to mount, she starts feeling like she needs something to hang onto again. Without thinking about it, she wraps her teeth around the meat of his shoulder, right where it meets his neck, and clenches.]
Re: Day 506
[ Her treatment of his wings is a particular surprise (despite her having done the same several times now, his nerves were less of a live wire then). His back arches beneath her touch, feathers flaring into her hands, and he gasps when she stoops to mouth at his shoulder. Patience is a virtue in these matters, absolutely, but he'd be lying if he said the waiting didn't ache. She's far too tempting for it to be otherwise. ]
[ When her teeth bite down he groans and turns his mouth against her hair, stirring it with his humid breaths. He never did mind a little pain, especially as he takes it as a sign that she's growing overwhelmed. What that bite does do is inspire him to redouble his efforts, a burst of force and speed in his hands, in his heartbeat, in his hips. ]
Re: Day 506
Oh-h-h-h-h-h-h!!
[Yes!! Yes!! She realizes now that this is what her body has been chasing all this time. This right here!! Celestia above, she had no idea it was anything like this!]
[The grip of his hands on her hips, the smack of his skin on hers, the sound of his gasps in her ear —and, of course, the feeling of being absolutely railed... everything feels perfect and amazing and right. And now it feels as if something is building inside of her — some sort of tension that starts in her abdomen and spreads all the way up to her throat, a delicious shivery tightness of something starting to Change.]
[He can probably feel it in her fingertips as they curl against the muscles in his wings, or hear it in pitch of her gasps and whimpers. It's not with just her hands that she clings to him extra tightly as she goes hurtling toward the edge.]
Re: Day 506
[ In the meantime, his focus is on her. On moving just so in that way to make her voice soar and her hands twist in his feathers, very much enjoying the feel of her coiling tension all around him. He keeps going in just this way, hard and fast, moaning in her ear. Eager more for her pleasure than his own, though they are hopelessly linked in truth, so winding her up is making him a bit desperate. But that's fine because it seems almost right, almost there, and his hands clutch her hips as he rocks up into her with his whole body buzzing. His eyes stay open and he minds every piece of her, wanting to see and feel and relish the moment she's lost in all he's making her feel. ]
Re: Day 506
[She's starting to tense like an overwound spring as the feeling inside her mounts, growing larger and larger until it has taken up so much space inside her that she feels unable to breathe. She gasps, sucking in a breath... holds it...
—and his next thrust has her careening headlong over that edge, her entire abdomen clenching with wave after wave of delicious, shivering spasms from head to toe, and she keens- a stuttering, gasping, uncontrollable sound. Her body clenches around him, just as her fingers grab a tight fistful of feathers, her toes curl, and her teeth clamp into his shoulder. She grips him so tightly with her whole being that it's if she's trying to become one.]
Re: Day 506
[ While his breathing slows and he eases into something not quite relaxed against her, his hand slips beneath her long hair to massage her neck, the crooks of her shoulders, imagining she must be a bit sore. Most are, even if they've had a lifetime getting used to their body. His other hand wraps her waist to keep her close while he sits up a bit more and four of his wings curl around them. Once he has breath for it, he presses a gentle kiss to her temple. Humans have quite the racket going, right? ]
Re: Day 506
[It takes a minute for the spasms to work themselves out, and as they subside, she begins to melt bonelessly over his chest. She only now notices that she is biting him, so she lets him go and kisses the spot apologetically, smoothing with her fingers the feathers she messed up in her throes of passion.]
[She's still out of breath and twitching a little, but it feels as though a comfortable fog of satisfaction has settled over her, and she is slowly recovering her peripheral vision and remembering where she is.]
[The massage of her shoulders is unexpected and feels much nicer than she would have thought. She hums and tips her head a little to invite better access, and starts to massage him back. Her hands are not as strong as his, but her delicate fingers knead gently around his shoulder blades and slowly caress his wings.]
[She feels like maybe she's supposed to say something here, but she's feeling so pleasantly lazy and wrung out that she decides to continue draping over him for a minute longer while her heart rate goes back to normal.]
Re: Day 506
You're quite well? [ Mostly ensuring she's not sore or the like. ]
Re: Day 506
[Slowly, as if she's still pulling herself together a little.]
...Yes— [ahem] Yes.
That was... an exhilarating experience. Very involved, compared to what one is used to.
But nonetheless... an affair undoubtably worth the effort. From one's perception, at least.
[Conversation is starting to bring her back to her senses, and she starts to take stock of herself. Wow, she's really sweaty. And is he still inside her? What happens now? mystery.]
Re: Day 506
[ Despite the annoying logistics of cleaning up -- which he'd like to avoid for as long as possible, both as a matter of principle and a matter of preference. Rushing through afterglow is sometimes necessary but always annoying. Instead he redoubles his efforts to release whatever tension or knots are threatening to settle into her neck and shoulders and back. ]
For now, rest a minute. Almost as good as the release itself is the relaxation that follows.
[ He kisses her shoulder, soft and slow. See, doesn't that feel nice? Like a salve on overworked and overtired nerves. ]