Donatello "the air bud of war crimes" Hamato (![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png)
othellovonryan) wrote2020-03-15 05:55 am
othellovonryan) wrote2020-03-15 05:55 amNSFW
Boy got game!!!
othellovonryan) wrote2020-03-15 05:55 am
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Doesn't … [ She gasps, panting raggedly. ] D-Doesn't, nghh, doesn't hurt. [ Please don't stop. She doesn't think she could stand it if he did, not now, not when she feels so wonderfully full, the ache from the stretch giving way to throbbing pleasure; not when the gentle scratch of blunted claws through her sensitive feathers makes her blood sing with how much she wants.
And the picture he paints … ]
F-Fuck —
[ She wants that. Wants him. They can't, not yet; she knows that'd be moving too fast, but the thought, his voice, his touch, they dig deep, leave her molten. She almost sobs when he kisses her — actually does sob at the touch of his thumb to her aching clit. ]
D-Donnie, fuck, please, I -
[ And then the bite, and ]
[ Oh ]
Donnie-!
[ It's probably a good thing she used the soundproofing charm, because the bite — markingclaimingmatematemate — tears a scream of his name from her chest. Leaves her quivering, writhing, torn between the need to rock into his touch and the instinct to melt. Close. She's so close, she's so so so close …
She presses her hips back against him, into the bite, into the press and rub of his fingers, even as she lets her knees shuffle out wider, making space for him. Her tail lifts, feathers flaring. Her wings drop … and so do her shoulders; a tilt of her head all but bares her throat. ]