[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.]
[ Teeth are very underrated! (As long as you're gentle, which he is unless he's asked not to be.) Sex in general is an art form as far as he's concerned, and foreplay isn't only something to endure to get to a larger goal, it's a goal unto itself. Flirting, too. He could write libraries about women whom he's never been within arm's reach of (or, you know, dictate it to a bookworm who needed some lessons). ]
[ He leans down obligingly when she reaches back, mostly so she can reach but not incidentally it presses her flush against him. And he gasps against her when her fingers move through his feathers, are they always so sensitive? He makes note to ask her another time. Perhaps it's a virtue of not being used to them -- a welcome one, if so. ]
[ The pads of his fingers brush up her thigh with the lightest touch, slowing and pausing at any sign it might bring her anxiety. ]
[We are both experiencing the thrill of sensitive new erogenous zones, it seems!]
[There is none anxiety about his touch whatsoever, just more restless energy. When/if his fingers approach the top or inside of her thigh, she reflexively moves them a little, opening them a touch for easier access just in case his hand happens to be moving that way.]
[In the meantime, she's enjoying nibbling at his shoulder, letting her own teeth graze his skin in the administration of her kisses. Her hands are also enjoying the softness of his wings. Touching feathers with human hands is still a novelty, and it turns out feathers are VERY enjoyable to touch. Who knew!]
[After several millennia of wing-having, she knows the anatomy of them intimately, and her fingers move their way through the different layers of feathers (within reach). She works the tips of her fingers through them down to the skin of his wings, which is tender and fragile as tissue paper. She's gentle, smoothing her fingertips over individual feathers from shaft to tip. Without thinking about it, she has started preening him with slow and meticulous care.]
[ His hand had been headed that way, but he was delightfully distracted by this preening process. He idly wonders if she likes it done to her with human hands, or whether she's tried. ]
[ His breathing is a bit quicker when his hand moves again, taking advantage of her knees falling open to skim the rest of the way up the inside of her thigh and with the nimble pads of his fingers, which gently shift against her. Nowhere close to any penetration. She'll let him know when he finds somewhere worth lingering. ]
[oh BABY. She did NOT know that part of her body was going to be this sensitive. His gentle touch may as well be electrified for how clearly she can feel his touch, and how very, very ... stimulating it is.]
[She goes a bit still again as he touches her, completely absorbed in this brand new sensation. It takes a minute before she realizes she stopped breathing for a moment there, and she exhales a shivering breath directly into his shoulder as she spreads her legs for him a bit more.]
[ Now there's a reaction worth waiting for. And also worth experiencing again, as the slick of his fingers does the same again, with a bit more pressure. Some of this is repetitive of necessity, but that doesn't mean it's not worth doing properly, as long as it takes. Using the graze of his teeth on her shoulder and neck again in the ways he's learning she likes best. ]
[ (Of course of she's impressed by this, he can only imagine what she'll think in a little while.) ]
[Sorry, she doesn't have the brains to keep preening his feathers right now. This is a lot. Right now all she can do is press her forehead to the crook of his neck and breathe, digging the pads of her fingers into his back.]
[She's responsive to his fingers, and it's hard to keep her body from twitching now and then as he touches something new. Her breathing is already reduced to quick little gasps.]
[ Much better. He takes particular satisfaction in working her up so effectively, and that as much as the feel of her against him makes him shudder. He does this for some time, lazy and aimless, winding her slowly up and then easing off before beginning again. Learning the spots she likes best, but also just enjoying her responses for their own sake. Anticipation is another underrated thing, in his estimation. ]
[ At length, though, he does shift, his mouth sliding down past her collarbone, between her breasts, over the swell of her hip. He's definitely not going to explain, this is one of those matters that sounds odd if you don't know how very, very good it is. It might become more clear as his mouth pauses halfway down her leg and then kisses a slow, indulgent trail up the inside of her thigh and moves to rest the back of her knee on this shoulder. ]
[ Before she has time to wonder much, or worry if that was anywhere in the cards, the tip of his tongue teases her and he can't imagine there will be much protest after that. ]
[His fingers feel so good, but simultaneously not enough. She wants more, but what she wants more of, she doesn't really know. But her body is craving something, alright, and it feels like he's winding her up like a spring, and she's feeling this increasing sense of urgency.]
[When he starts shifting down her body, her eyes follow him, watching him kiss down the length of her torso. It feels lovely, and she squirms a bit, her fingers trailing after him as he goes...]
[But then he puts his face between her legs, and despite everything, she feels a little spike of embarrassment. What's he doing down there, staring her straight in her weird human hoo-ha? For what reason would he—]
[ There it is. It's not easy to watch her face from here but he makes as valiant an effort as he can without sacrificing what he's doing. If there's anything better than reducing someone to a head-tossing, hip-shimmying bundle of over-firing nerves, he's never found it. Particularly someone like her, and particularly when they're unaccustomed or nervous. ]
[ The goal here isn't to get her off (yet!), but to at once coil her up and ease her into a lovely, squirming state of wanting. He said he intended her to be ready, he wasn't being entirely metaphorical. Once she's all wanton and eager then she won't be alarmed when he's ready to slide into her, she'll crave it. Of course, this is enough its own reward, too. Some people don't bother knowing the finer intricacies of human anatomy, and one particularly brilliant design he appreciates now: there isn't one singular bundle of nerves on a woman like an X on a treasure map, it's a delightful array. His tongue swirls and circles about, playing particularly with the good spots his fingers mapped out. He pays close attention to the tilt of her hips, the pitch of her voice, the tempo of her breathing -- and if she's at any risk of getting too frustrated where he'd need to finish her off, he shifts slightly and begins again. ]
[ Which isn't to say he's not a bit eager, himself. Watching her like this is the best sort of anticipation but also a challenge for his self-control. He can't help but think about being face to face when finally she topples over the edge he's leading her to, the way she'll flutter around him. And it makes him groan right against her, so the vibration echos straight through her. ]
[Holy mackerel, this is intense. This is beyond intense. How is it that a tongue can feel so different than fingers, and different still than she would have guessed it would felt like? She covers her mouth to try to stop herself from making any embarrassing noises, but try as she might, she can't stop the uncontrollable gasping and panting and even the occasional whimper of pleasure and anticipation.]
[She has absolutely no idea what she's supposed to be doing with her body right now. Frankly, it seems to be doing a lot of things all by itself. Trembling, mostly, from the overwhelmingly pleasurable sensation, twitching this way and that in response to the movement of his tongue. Her hands feel the need to hang onto something, and she alternates between gripping the long wing feathers under her back, to palming her own collarbone or stomach, looking for purchase.]
[Between bouts of arching her back and squirming, she watches him, too. At first she was embarrassed to see him down there, but now, to see him so eagerly pleasuring her, gives her an unanticipated erotic satisfaction in itself. She reaches down and combs her fingers through his hair while gazing at him through a haze of reverie, caressing what part of his face she can reach... but when he amps it up again, she grabs his hair in her slender fist -- not to yank, but just to hold on tight as if it's the only thing keeping her grounded.]
[Whenever his tongue threatens to dip inside, the reaction from her hips gets more pronounced, as if they are rising up on their to try to meet him.]
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[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.]
[????????]
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Something you need answered, my Lady?
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[oh shit he's on to her]
[quick, think of something]
Er...
...It seems unfair that only one of us is nude, no?
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[ 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. ]
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[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?!
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Don't worry, I'm an expert.
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[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?
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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.
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[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.]
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[ 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! ]
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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.]
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[ 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. ]
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[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.]
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[ 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. ]
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[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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[ He leans down obligingly when she reaches back, mostly so she can reach but not incidentally it presses her flush against him. And he gasps against her when her fingers move through his feathers, are they always so sensitive? He makes note to ask her another time. Perhaps it's a virtue of not being used to them -- a welcome one, if so. ]
[ The pads of his fingers brush up her thigh with the lightest touch, slowing and pausing at any sign it might bring her anxiety. ]
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[We are both experiencing the thrill of sensitive new erogenous zones, it seems!]
[There is none anxiety about his touch whatsoever, just more restless energy. When/if his fingers approach the top or inside of her thigh, she reflexively moves them a little, opening them a touch for easier access just in case his hand happens to be moving that way.]
[In the meantime, she's enjoying nibbling at his shoulder, letting her own teeth graze his skin in the administration of her kisses. Her hands are also enjoying the softness of his wings. Touching feathers with human hands is still a novelty, and it turns out feathers are VERY enjoyable to touch. Who knew!]
[After several millennia of wing-having, she knows the anatomy of them intimately, and her fingers move their way through the different layers of feathers (within reach). She works the tips of her fingers through them down to the skin of his wings, which is tender and fragile as tissue paper. She's gentle, smoothing her fingertips over individual feathers from shaft to tip. Without thinking about it, she has started preening him with slow and meticulous care.]
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[ His breathing is a bit quicker when his hand moves again, taking advantage of her knees falling open to skim the rest of the way up the inside of her thigh and with the nimble pads of his fingers, which gently shift against her. Nowhere close to any penetration. She'll let him know when he finds somewhere worth lingering. ]
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[oh BABY. She did NOT know that part of her body was going to be this sensitive. His gentle touch may as well be electrified for how clearly she can feel his touch, and how very, very ... stimulating it is.]
[She goes a bit still again as he touches her, completely absorbed in this brand new sensation. It takes a minute before she realizes she stopped breathing for a moment there, and she exhales a shivering breath directly into his shoulder as she spreads her legs for him a bit more.]
[Overall, positive review so far]
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[ (Of course of she's impressed by this, he can only imagine what she'll think in a little while.) ]
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[Sorry, she doesn't have the brains to keep preening his feathers right now. This is a lot. Right now all she can do is press her forehead to the crook of his neck and breathe, digging the pads of her fingers into his back.]
[She's responsive to his fingers, and it's hard to keep her body from twitching now and then as he touches something new. Her breathing is already reduced to quick little gasps.]
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[ At length, though, he does shift, his mouth sliding down past her collarbone, between her breasts, over the swell of her hip. He's definitely not going to explain, this is one of those matters that sounds odd if you don't know how very, very good it is. It might become more clear as his mouth pauses halfway down her leg and then kisses a slow, indulgent trail up the inside of her thigh and moves to rest the back of her knee on this shoulder. ]
[ Before she has time to wonder much, or worry if that was anywhere in the cards, the tip of his tongue teases her and he can't imagine there will be much protest after that. ]
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[His fingers feel so good, but simultaneously not enough. She wants more, but what she wants more of, she doesn't really know. But her body is craving something, alright, and it feels like he's winding her up like a spring, and she's feeling this increasing sense of urgency.]
[When he starts shifting down her body, her eyes follow him, watching him kiss down the length of her torso. It feels lovely, and she squirms a bit, her fingers trailing after him as he goes...]
[But then he puts his face between her legs, and despite everything, she feels a little spike of embarrassment. What's he doing down there, staring her straight in her weird human hoo-ha? For what reason would he—]
[—OOOHHHHhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh]
[You know what else cranes don't have? Clits.]
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[ The goal here isn't to get her off (yet!), but to at once coil her up and ease her into a lovely, squirming state of wanting. He said he intended her to be ready, he wasn't being entirely metaphorical. Once she's all wanton and eager then she won't be alarmed when he's ready to slide into her, she'll crave it. Of course, this is enough its own reward, too. Some people don't bother knowing the finer intricacies of human anatomy, and one particularly brilliant design he appreciates now: there isn't one singular bundle of nerves on a woman like an X on a treasure map, it's a delightful array. His tongue swirls and circles about, playing particularly with the good spots his fingers mapped out. He pays close attention to the tilt of her hips, the pitch of her voice, the tempo of her breathing -- and if she's at any risk of getting too frustrated where he'd need to finish her off, he shifts slightly and begins again. ]
[ Which isn't to say he's not a bit eager, himself. Watching her like this is the best sort of anticipation but also a challenge for his self-control. He can't help but think about being face to face when finally she topples over the edge he's leading her to, the way she'll flutter around him. And it makes him groan right against her, so the vibration echos straight through her. ]
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[Holy mackerel, this is intense. This is beyond intense. How is it that a tongue can feel so different than fingers, and different still than she would have guessed it would felt like? She covers her mouth to try to stop herself from making any embarrassing noises, but try as she might, she can't stop the uncontrollable gasping and panting and even the occasional whimper of pleasure and anticipation.]
[She has absolutely no idea what she's supposed to be doing with her body right now. Frankly, it seems to be doing a lot of things all by itself. Trembling, mostly, from the overwhelmingly pleasurable sensation, twitching this way and that in response to the movement of his tongue. Her hands feel the need to hang onto something, and she alternates between gripping the long wing feathers under her back, to palming her own collarbone or stomach, looking for purchase.]
[Between bouts of arching her back and squirming, she watches him, too. At first she was embarrassed to see him down there, but now, to see him so eagerly pleasuring her, gives her an unanticipated erotic satisfaction in itself. She reaches down and combs her fingers through his hair while gazing at him through a haze of reverie, caressing what part of his face she can reach... but when he amps it up again, she grabs his hair in her slender fist -- not to yank, but just to hold on tight as if it's the only thing keeping her grounded.]
[Whenever his tongue threatens to dip inside, the reaction from her hips gets more pronounced, as if they are rising up on their to try to meet him.]
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