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[ A breathy laugh ]

H-Ha. With the way you turn my brain to mush? Y-Yeah, no. Safeword works better. [ Korone's password is physics nerd BS, and as good as she is at being a nerd in a fight or a mop chase, that'd be a little much, even for her, unless it was one hell of an emergency. ]

[ It's already getting harder to concentrate, and all he's doing is giving her some seriously amazing scritches. Her back arches and her wings spread, fine shivers running through her. And that little hint of claw — god. She digs her heels into the bed and tries to lift higher, pressing deeper into the scratch, chasing the feeling. ]

[ She breathes in sharply at the whisper. Breathes out with the faintest hint of a whimper. An arm curls around his shoulders, the other dragging down his side to his hip. ]

S-So … back there, if I'd chirped the word -

I might have tried an encore of your bedroom.

[He slowly pushes her wings, pushing her down on the bed, hovering over her, scratching just a bit harder through the feathers. Eyes roaming over her with an appreciative him.]

That could be fun ninja training now that I think about it. Could I give my lovely girlfriend an orgasm in public without anyone noticing? Extra challenging in making sure you're quiet as well as I make you fall apart.

[ She's getting more restless by the second, little shifts and squirms as as seeks to press up into his hands. It feels good. It feels like not enough. She tugs on him, on his shoulder and his hip, trying to pull him down closer.

And then he says —

That.

She freezes. Snaps her eyes open to stare at him, stunned, somewhere between incredulous and way more turned on than she should be at the thought of Donnie catching her in the shadows, pinning her, working to take her to pieces where anyone could find them oh god holy shit

There's a tell-tale throb between her legs, a trickle of slickness, and oh, she sure didn't bother to replace her panties, did she? Nope. She snaps her legs shut — or tries to, because his knee is in the way, goddamnit ]

Oh my god, Donnie, I would kill you-!

[ Her next move is less of a squirm and more of an embarrassed, empassioned attempt to wiggle-flip herself over to bury her face in the nearest pillow, all while her hands leave him in favor of grabbing another pillow to smack him with ]

[Donnie chuckles as the pillow whacks him, even seems to let her do so freely several times before a dangerous smirk spread across his face.]

Pin. Slow. [And then the spidershell's arms were tense, and start tugging her arms to pin them to the bed. Slow to keep from hurting her recovering body, but unrelenting.]

[Donnie moves his leg higher up, forcing her legs further apart.] That was quite the increase in that lovely scent if yours, Chocochu~

You might kill me after, but I think you'd experience a few little deaths first. His hands move from her feathers to her legs. Slowly pushing up her skirt as his leg moves up. Slow as he speaks.]

I could press you in the shadow of a tree in sight of the houses, kneel between your legs and devour you as you try so hard to keep yourself muffled.

Sit with you hear the lake, my fingers buried inside you as people fish just a little ways away.

[He presses his knee against her heat.] Fuck you on a rooftop as we hear people pass by below.

[ She's too caught up in flailing embarrassment to remember that Donnie just letting her assault him with a pillow was probably something to worry about. ]

[ But then there's that damnable smirk, and the casual instruction that confuses her until she feels it — the easy slack in the spidershell's arms giving way to tension as they slowly, gently, inexorably drag her wrists down against the bed. Oh. Oooh. Uh oh. She gulps. Struggles a little, but … just a little, just a little this time, just this once, if only because she's recovering. She wouldn't put it past Donnie to stop for real if she tried too hard, whether out of actual worry or to teach her a lesson. Or both. ]

[ He's a bully. ]

[ He is such a bully. ]

You—! [ She's still squirming, so when he presses his knee up against her like that … Oh. Oh, it hits hard in all the best ways. She whimpers low in her throat, a soft mewl of a sound she hadn't meant to let slip. ] Donnie. W-We, we'd get caught.

[ There's another determined wiggle — nevermind the friction, nevermind how utterly soaking wet she already is — as she tries valiantly to give him a petulant kick on the butt. ]

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