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[othellovonryan]

Boy got game!!!

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[bluediligence]

[ How dare he. How dare he. She has to bite back a whine at the praise, shifting restlessly between him and the wall. Her wings flutter. ]

R-Right. Right, o-ohfuck! — okay — [ it's like that hamster on a keyboard feeling she gets when he has his hands in her feathers, but so much more?? ] Might. Probably. Need reminders.

[ She squeezes his hand back. Tries to steady herself. ]

I had - another idea. By the way. A question. About toys.

[othellovonryan]

I can do reminders. [He keeps the attention gentle. Light kisses pressed against her neck, giving her several before another slow, careful, but pointed drag of teeth against her neck.]

[He presses his plastron against her, pinning her more firmly to the wall.]

Hm, what is it, love? [Nuzzling gently over her pulse point.]

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[ Her heart's already beating hard under the attention, her ragged breathing hitching shakily with every kiss, stuttering for handfuls of seconds at the drag of teeth.

At the firmer press of his plastron against her.

She could move if she really needed to. It's firm, demanding, but she's only trapped for as long as she wants to be. (And, really, if he wasn't so close, who's to say she wouldn't have melted into a tingly, flustered puddle on the floor already?) ]

S-So, uhm. I don't, don't know if this is a thing, but, uh ... [ She hooks an ankle around one of his. ] It probably is, right? [ ... She says, forgetting to even say what the thing in question might be. ]

[othellovonryan]

[He chuckles against her throat, hand moving to grip her hips, a leg moving between hers to give her more support, and maybe more temptation. Having her quaking in his arms was a powerful thing. He wanted more of it, and more of those breathless sounds.]

You didn't say what the thing was, Chocochu. [He nibbles, gentle, brief over her pulse.] It probably does, but I could make it if someone hasn't been so inventive yet.

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[ Temptation is right. An attempted grumble of protest comes out more like a garbled, wanting gasp. She wiggles — only to jolt into stillness at the nibble. ]

[ She wants - ]

[ ... ]

Uhm. [ Right. What was she saying? ] Something ... something you could wear. So I'd get to, to feel what it's like, having something inside, have you moving over me — that could be inside you at, at the same time.

[othellovonryan]

[A bit of a confused at the first part, nuzzling her neck, until she finishes.] Ooooh. For a moment I thought you were mush brained enough to forget I do have a cock. [He sounds amused.]

[There's another slow scrape.] There's two headed dildos. Some strap one though that angle will need an adjustment. Usually for lesbians so there's definitely options in the ruins. We could go after your mark is fresh.

Flower, love. [Another light nibble.]

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Hard, hard to forget, when I keep thinking about it. [ Listen.

She has a vivid imagination.

And knowing that it's going to be a while before they both feel confident about her trying to take him? Yeah. That imagination's been going hard when she hasn't been occupied with other things. ]

[ She almost loses the thread of what he's saying when she feels that next scrape of teeth, lips parting around shallow, panting breaths. It feels good. It feels like fizzy, fuzzing static, pin-prick trickles of fire and ice running through her veins. ]

[ Her fingers flex against the back of his neck, grip tightening, loosening, tightening again. Options in the ruins. Adjustments. They could go. ] Mn, mm'k- [ A nibble; her voice jumps, pitching higher, ] 'kay -

[ Wait, he asked for - ]

[ Flower. ]

T-Tulip? Tulip.

[othellovonryan]

[There is a churr at that, a low growl in his voice.] Have you now? [He adjusta his leg, pressing it up more.]

Good girl. My good girl. [He nuzzles just under her chin.]

It would be like a preview of getting to be inside you. Help you get used to the pace in a way fucking your thighs can't do. We can even adjust sizes. Get you closer.

Sounds delightful.

[He opens his mouth, and presses his teeth to her neck. Not a scrape, just a more firm press to really feel his teeth, but before he pauses any pain.]

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[ Hopefully he wasn't expecting any kind of coherent response to that, because ]

[ Damn ]

[ The press of his thigh against her, firm enough to feel even through layers of fabric. She shifts, squirms, her hips twitching against him without her permission, and oh, oh fuck, she's already wet, isn't she? She is. Wanting — wanting —

A whimper of a whine escapes.

The firm press of sharp, sharp teeth short-circuits whatever's left of her brain; a short-sharp freefall drop that punches the air out of her. Reality stutters. When it fuzzes back in, she's clutching at him, an arm around his shoulders, a leg hooked around him. She absolutely would have fallen if he didn't have her pressed so securely between himself and the wall. ]

[othellovonryan]

[There is a feeling of satisfaction as she squirms against his thigh,can feel the telltale sticky heat that tells him she's affected. He thought so, but it's always good to have it confirmed.]

[And then the way she clings to him after the press of teeth pulls a deep, rumbling churr against her neck, hands gripping her tightly in the surge of want.]

[He pulls his teeth away, kissing over the mark as he presses his thigh more firmly against her, shifting it slightly for that bit of friction.]

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[ The air's not the only thing that's been knocked out of her; she's lost her words as well. Head empty no thoughts only pure, unadulterated static brrrr now. Everything teeters on a knife-edge between perfection and too much ]

[ His tightened grip alone is enough to make her moan, stuttering and soft but borderline wrecked. The slick-wet-need want in her scent spikes higher. More. She wants more. The push, the praise, the pain that isn't hurt. ]

[ Heat and friction and — ]

[ Please. ]

[ She doesn't think. Can't think. He shifts his thigh and she jerks into the touch, rolling her hips once, twice, again, again, again. Little sounds spill out of her, hazy, increasingly breathless. And then there's one. A chirp, too pleading to be anything but instinctive, ]

[ Yours ]

[othellovonryan]

[Mine]

[The chirp mixed with a deep churr that turns into a wanting growl as he gently nuzzles her neck. He keeps his thigh pressed firmly to her, rolling his hips some to give her just a bit more friction to work with.] That's a good girl. Keep going, love. You've been doing so well for me, you deserve to feel good.

[There is another slow, gentle drag of his teeth over her neck.] You've earned this reward, my lovely songbird. [His mouth drifts down, away from her neck to her shoulder, a few brief kisses before opening his mouth, and finally properly bites down, groaning as he presses harder, harder until that slight tang of iron.]

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[ Every word of praise. ]

[ Every chirp and churr and growl. ]

[ Every point of contact. From the tight grip of his hands on her body and the brush of teeth against her delicate throat, to the thigh wedged between her shaking legs, pressed firmly against her heat, rolling slow and gentle and utterly maddening. It all blends and blurs together, pressure building, coiling tighter, as she chases her own pleasure.

If Korone had a brain cell left, she might have whined about the absolute mess this is going to make of her panties and tights — about the mess it already is making. But Korone does not have a brain cell left, not a single one, thanks, Donnie, and all she can do is whimper and moan and chirp for more. ]

[ yours yours mate please I'm yours please please please - ]

[ … Until the bite comes, a blinding, euphoric flashfire of pleasure-pain-pleasure. Her voice breaks, pitching up into a high, sobbing keen as the first wave of orgasm crashes through her. She jerks against the wall, against his grip, curling into him, hand flying from his shoulder to the back of his head to keep him right there, right there, right there. ]

[othellovonryan]

[It's a heady, powerful feeling making her fall apart. Feeling her move so desperately against him, her voice echoing in his head with the most delightful sounds. Her scent was strong in the air, he could feel the wet heat at his thigh.]

[She was an utter wreck and all because of him and he loved it.]

[Even if it would make her clothes a mess. They were in her room, she could change. And it was adding to the thrill, if he was honest, to know he unraveled her so thoroughly.]

[He churrs against her shoulder, keeping his teeth pressed against her, sucking on the skin between them, his body still pressed against her. Keeps his leg right against the heat of her, let her ride out her orgasm.]

[His hands runs his hands up and down her sides, keeping her supported as she shakes against him.]

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[ Wave after wave after wave of aftershocks roll through, and it feels — between the sharp, sucking pressure of the bite, and the slick wet friction between her legs — like it might not ever stop.

Her desperate grind slowly gentles to unsteady rocking, and from there into shallow twitches of her hips, each one making her whimper and jolt from oversensitivity. Until finally, eventually, she sags limp against him like a puppet with its strings cut, panting, too dazed to even begin to string a single thought together, let alone a word. ]

[othellovonryan]

[Donnie lingered a few moments more, to ensure a dark mark is left behind, before carefully releasing her shoulder. Locking over the wound, cleaning away the blood.]

Good girl. You were so hot. [There is another light, gentle kiss to her neck, brief. His hands moving to her thigh to lift her up and carry her over to the bed to sit down and let her to recover.]

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[ She moans softly when he releases her shoulder, shivering at the gentle, soothing lap of his tongue. Cleaning her up. Taking care of her, always. His attentions drift back up to her neck, and as brief and gentle as it is, that one little kiss makes her jerk in his arms the same way a bite would. A deeper shiver wracks through her. ]

[ She's still shivering as he lifts her, and as he settles her down where he wants her. Just a limp, trembly, soup-for-brains melted deadweight in his arms, so far out of it that she lets her wings hang completely loose. ]

[ The one and only thing she manages to do is bury her face against the crook of his neck. That's it. That's all. Brrrr too hard, only shivers and soup now. ]

[othellovonryan]

[Donnie trills and churrs low, letting himself rumble as he holds her. Gently petting her hair, other hand resting on her lower back. Tilting his head so she can more comfortably bury herself.]

Such a pretty bird. My lovely nougat. You did so well for me. Just relax. You deserve it. [He whispers gentle praise and compliments to go with his soft affection.]

[bluediligence]

[ that was intense. it was intense on … so, so, so many levels, even before the objectives — holy shit, those objectives — came into play, and the praise and the cuddles now are hitting even more objectives and she ]

[ she's in space. melty space. ]

[ brrrrrrrrrrrrrrr will continue for … A While. like, ten minutes, probably, before she starts to come back to herself. somewhere around then: a teardrop or two hit his scales. it's nothing big, nothing dramatic — just a little wobble in her breathing, a scant couple of tears, and a handful of those wracking shivers from before ]

[othellovonryan]

[He slowly lets himself flop on the bed, still holding onto her. Keeping up his attention, light kisses to the side of her head, and the gentle petting.]

[However, as he feels the tears and wobble, he gets concerned.] Are you okay? Was it too much?

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[ the shift in tone pulls at her attention. enough that she stirs, shifting against him for the first time in A While. ]

M'kay. [ a hazy mumble against his scales. ] Good. Really… really.

An' tents. [ … ] In... tense.

[othellovonryan]

[He relaxes at that.] Good.

So how would you rate your experience? Satisfied? Very satisfied? Very, very satisfied?

[Listen. I had to do this joke sometime.]

1/3

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done

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[ opens her mouth ]

[ BITES HIS NECK ]