[ 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.]
[ She needn't worry about how tightly she grips his hair, in his opinion this is what his hair is for, actually. She's very literally breathtaking like this, from the way she watches him -- first unsure, then appreciative -- to her muffled sounds that echo through the empty room, to the shifting tilt of her hips seeking him out. It's entirely possible, given enough time, he could get off just from this. That's not the plan, however. ]
[ He's nowhere dumb enough to miss that cue, so his tongue slips inside her, just a flicker at a time, which conveniently has the dual purposes of getting her used to the sensation and being a pleasure in its own right. Taking care to note any tensing just as he notes any of the very good sort of sensitivities, his tongue rolls and curls, pressing her open gentle and easy, impatient though he's growing. ]
[ He slings an arm beneath her hips so she can move freely, and finds he wants to spend just another moment before shifting them face to face. His tongue seeks out where she was most responsive and flutters against her. And then with reluctance his mouth drifts up her stomach and over her breast and nestles into her neck. Rather than press into her right away he slides them together just so to slick himself, gasping at the feel of her and wrestling his desires down until he knows for sure that she's ready for him. ]
[There isn't any flinching or tensing of discomfort, but there IS the tension of Want, of brand new muscles flexing as if trying to draw him in all by themselves. It's so good but it's still teetering on the edge of not enough. It's getting harder and harder to keep her hips from bucking in search of something even greater, and that just gets worse when he lifts her up enough to give her leverage. But what does she even need? a little more friction? a little more substance???? She doesn't even know, but she craves it so much that she feels like she may be strangled by the pounding of her own heart.]
[Him pulling away to climb back toward her is welcome in that she is joyful to feel his body heat against her chest again, but it leaves her feeling so suddenly empty down there... at least, for a moment, until something else takes its place. She can't even feel weird or nervous about it because her brain is already gone, replaced with pure primal instinct of seeking touch in that very specific place.]
[She wraps her arms around him and holds him tight against her, and her legs fall wide open to invite him in in no uncertain terms. She cants her hips as much as she's able, just to feel his length sliding against her.]
[The look on her face is almost desperately urgent.]
[ Pushing up onto an elbow, he catches her expression and finds it unspeakably lovely. He could watch her for a longer moment, but with the way she's clutching at him, shifting against him, there are things he wants more. ]
[ He leaves one arm beneath her hips to angle her as he needs, with the other hand he cups her cheek and smiles down on her flushed face, warm and admiring. His forehead pressed to hers, he curls his hips forward and glides into her, knowing she won't need or appreciate anything halting or tentative by now. He does give them both a moment of stillness in which he shudders out a long breath, and then he moves. Long and slow and even, eager to watch her react. ]
[Now here's a sensation she's never felt before. Something big and hot is firmly pressing into her —into her!!— and her own body seems to part to let it in. She can feel the whole thing as it sinks into her, taking up more and more space —a seemingly endless amount of it thanks to the time dilation of adrenaline— until she finally feels his pelvis pressing flush up against her, indicating he's fully inside up to the hilt.]
[Her muscles clench around it and she can feel it there, firm and heavy and present, taking up a seemingly impossible amount of space inside of her. But most bewildering of all is that it doesn't hurt; she can feel the stretch of her own body accommodating. She can feel the pressure of it. But the fullness inside of her feels right, as if this is the thing her body was craving all this time.]
[The pause after the insertion is much appreciated, because this is absolutely overwhelming. It takes a moment before she is able to breathe again, sucking in a gasp and doing a full-body shudder. She clamps and flutters around him, brand new muscles working in a brand new way to feel out the contours of this brand new object inside of her.]
[When she is just finally starting to get her breathing under control and relax a little, he starts sliding out, and it becomes overwhelming all over again. She clings to him, digging her fingers into his back, and she's helpless to keep in the cry of pure pleasure she makes.]
[ His teeth clamp around a groan when she flexes and trembles around him, forcing himself to keep still and patient for another moment. But the way she's still so curious, so inviting -- ]
[ Her response when he pulls back is more than worth straining his control just a hint, and he means to make a habit of causing such a cry. The muscles in his back shift in taut, smooth waves as he slips back in, hips canting just a bit as he aims to test more than her muscles. There's typically a certain angle, a certain friction, a certain cadence that is best, and he means to find it. The first few movements are thusly experimental, testing, taking the time to learn her in this way, too, despite the piece of him that is all too distracted and eager and selfish. ]
[ The arm beneath her hips shifts her a bit, now and then, showing her how to move with him, find what she likes. He's very willing to give it to her, once he knows. ]
[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. ]
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Re: Day 506
Date: 2022-10-24 05:52 am (UTC)[ 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. ]
Re: Day 506
Date: 2022-10-24 06:04 am (UTC)[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.]
Re: Day 506
Date: 2022-10-24 06:14 am (UTC)[ 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. ]
Re: Day 506
Date: 2022-10-24 06:33 am (UTC)[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]
Re: Day 506
Date: 2022-10-24 06:42 am (UTC)[ (Of course of she's impressed by this, he can only imagine what she'll think in a little while.) ]
Re: Day 506
Date: 2022-10-24 06:50 am (UTC)[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.]
Re: Day 506
Date: 2022-10-25 12:44 am (UTC)[ 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. ]
Re: Day 506
Date: 2022-10-25 08:49 am (UTC)[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.]
Re: Day 506
Date: 2022-10-25 08:27 pm (UTC)[ 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. ]
Re: Day 506
Date: 2022-10-25 09:24 pm (UTC)[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.]
Re: Day 506
Date: 2022-10-25 09:59 pm (UTC)[ He's nowhere dumb enough to miss that cue, so his tongue slips inside her, just a flicker at a time, which conveniently has the dual purposes of getting her used to the sensation and being a pleasure in its own right. Taking care to note any tensing just as he notes any of the very good sort of sensitivities, his tongue rolls and curls, pressing her open gentle and easy, impatient though he's growing. ]
[ He slings an arm beneath her hips so she can move freely, and finds he wants to spend just another moment before shifting them face to face. His tongue seeks out where she was most responsive and flutters against her. And then with reluctance his mouth drifts up her stomach and over her breast and nestles into her neck. Rather than press into her right away he slides them together just so to slick himself, gasping at the feel of her and wrestling his desires down until he knows for sure that she's ready for him. ]
Re: Day 506
Date: 2022-10-25 11:05 pm (UTC)[There isn't any flinching or tensing of discomfort, but there IS the tension of Want, of brand new muscles flexing as if trying to draw him in all by themselves. It's so good but it's still teetering on the edge of not enough. It's getting harder and harder to keep her hips from bucking in search of something even greater, and that just gets worse when he lifts her up enough to give her leverage. But what does she even need? a little more friction? a little more substance???? She doesn't even know, but she craves it so much that she feels like she may be strangled by the pounding of her own heart.]
[Him pulling away to climb back toward her is welcome in that she is joyful to feel his body heat against her chest again, but it leaves her feeling so suddenly empty down there... at least, for a moment, until something else takes its place. She can't even feel weird or nervous about it because her brain is already gone, replaced with pure primal instinct of seeking touch in that very specific place.]
[She wraps her arms around him and holds him tight against her, and her legs fall wide open to invite him in in no uncertain terms. She cants her hips as much as she's able, just to feel his length sliding against her.]
[The look on her face is almost desperately urgent.]
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Date: 2022-10-25 11:38 pm (UTC)[ He leaves one arm beneath her hips to angle her as he needs, with the other hand he cups her cheek and smiles down on her flushed face, warm and admiring. His forehead pressed to hers, he curls his hips forward and glides into her, knowing she won't need or appreciate anything halting or tentative by now. He does give them both a moment of stillness in which he shudders out a long breath, and then he moves. Long and slow and even, eager to watch her react. ]
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Date: 2022-10-26 12:19 am (UTC)[Now here's a sensation she's never felt before. Something big and hot is firmly pressing into her —into her!!— and her own body seems to part to let it in. She can feel the whole thing as it sinks into her, taking up more and more space —a seemingly endless amount of it thanks to the time dilation of adrenaline— until she finally feels his pelvis pressing flush up against her, indicating he's fully inside up to the hilt.]
[Her muscles clench around it and she can feel it there, firm and heavy and present, taking up a seemingly impossible amount of space inside of her. But most bewildering of all is that it doesn't hurt; she can feel the stretch of her own body accommodating. She can feel the pressure of it. But the fullness inside of her feels right, as if this is the thing her body was craving all this time.]
[The pause after the insertion is much appreciated, because this is absolutely overwhelming. It takes a moment before she is able to breathe again, sucking in a gasp and doing a full-body shudder. She clamps and flutters around him, brand new muscles working in a brand new way to feel out the contours of this brand new object inside of her.]
[When she is just finally starting to get her breathing under control and relax a little, he starts sliding out, and it becomes overwhelming all over again. She clings to him, digging her fingers into his back, and she's helpless to keep in the cry of pure pleasure she makes.]
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Date: 2022-10-26 12:48 am (UTC)[ Her response when he pulls back is more than worth straining his control just a hint, and he means to make a habit of causing such a cry. The muscles in his back shift in taut, smooth waves as he slips back in, hips canting just a bit as he aims to test more than her muscles. There's typically a certain angle, a certain friction, a certain cadence that is best, and he means to find it. The first few movements are thusly experimental, testing, taking the time to learn her in this way, too, despite the piece of him that is all too distracted and eager and selfish. ]
[ The arm beneath her hips shifts her a bit, now and then, showing her how to move with him, find what she likes. He's very willing to give it to her, once he knows. ]
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Date: 2022-10-26 01:08 am (UTC)[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
Date: 2022-10-26 01:31 am (UTC)[ 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. ]
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Date: 2022-10-26 02:11 am (UTC)[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.]
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Date: 2022-10-26 02:35 am (UTC)[ 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. ]
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Date: 2022-10-28 08:10 am (UTC)[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...!]
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Date: 2022-10-28 07:18 pm (UTC)[ 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. ]
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Date: 2022-10-29 06:00 am (UTC)[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.]
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Date: 2022-10-29 06:40 am (UTC)[ 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. ]
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Date: 2022-10-29 08:22 am (UTC)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.]
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Date: 2022-10-29 06:31 pm (UTC)[ 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. ]
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