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RE: Sanctuary [Closed] - Tindome - 04-11-2017
He hissed reflexively when she screamed, then blinked at her, a general aura of befuddled offense.
He had no idea what she was doing, or why.
He slipped inside the tower and fell heavy to the floor. This time when he got low to the ground, it was out of a desire to look smaller.
She smelled like blood. Other smells, different smells. She was upset, and he was sure it wasn't something he'd done this time. Didn't look the way she had before. Frightened, skittish. Did she think she was being hunted? Maybe like the ones he'd killed before.
He would kill them again, the same as before, if they tried to find her here.
He sat down beside her in that slouchy position he'd previously discovered was so ideal for pulling her into his lap. Rats were dragged along with her as he positioned her close against his chest, but he wasn't worried about them if they weren't bothering her. He curled up his wings around them, the way she'd seemed to like. He kissed her hair.
Hopefully soon she would realize she was safe, and they could kiss properly. With less crying, and bad screams.
He had no idea what she was doing, or why.
He slipped inside the tower and fell heavy to the floor. This time when he got low to the ground, it was out of a desire to look smaller.
She smelled like blood. Other smells, different smells. She was upset, and he was sure it wasn't something he'd done this time. Didn't look the way she had before. Frightened, skittish. Did she think she was being hunted? Maybe like the ones he'd killed before.
He would kill them again, the same as before, if they tried to find her here.
He sat down beside her in that slouchy position he'd previously discovered was so ideal for pulling her into his lap. Rats were dragged along with her as he positioned her close against his chest, but he wasn't worried about them if they weren't bothering her. He curled up his wings around them, the way she'd seemed to like. He kissed her hair.
Hopefully soon she would realize she was safe, and they could kiss properly. With less crying, and bad screams.
RE: Sanctuary [Closed] - SolitareLee - 04-11-2017
She remained flopped on the ground, crying, as he climbed into the clock tower. She didn't know what he was going to do, and it was hard to get herself to care. Objectively, she should care a lot. She should be scared, or worried about him breaking her like he nearly had in the past. She was 80% of the way to naked already; it was inevitable he'd take her the rest of the way and then want to fuck her, again and again. But he wouldn't kill a rat in front of her and pour its blood on her face. No matter what he did, it wouldn't be that. So she couldn't bring herself to care.
Instead of anything to hurt her, however, unintentional or no... He sat down beside her. She glanced up at him, and he scooped her up into his lap. She curled up against him automatically, tucking her feet and legs into his lap. Pressing herself against his chest. It wasn't warm, but it was strong. She rested against it, and the cool felt good against her feverish skin.
He wrapped his wings around her, shutting out the world. She relaxed, by inches, sinking more and more against his chest. She was still crying, but it was more subdued now, a quiet trickling of tears down her cheeks.
He kissed her hair, gently.
Wings around her, keeping her safe from the terrifying city outside and everything in it, everything that wanted to hurt her. Because sometimes he wanted to hurt her, but only a little bit, and only in ways she liked. She sniffled quietly, leaned against him more, as much as she could, a hand against his chest.
"At least I've got you, you weird gargoyle thing," she sniffed, voice strained from all she'd been through. She wasn't even being sarcastic, not really. She nuzzled against his chest, soothed by the darkness his wings provided, the closeness of contact. If anything came here to hurt her, he would kill the shit out of them. Even that asshole vampire. He'd murder it, tear its spine out, break its neck. If he knew what it had done to her...
She probably shouldn't have screamed at Ruka for doing basically the same. She'd just been scared. Not expecting yet another unfathomable inhuman thing in her life.
But some unfathomable inhuman things were okay, maybe, if they held her close and wrapped her in wings and kissed her hair. Human things didn't even do that. Ever.
He cared about her, in his weird way.
She thought maybe she cared about him too, in her weird way.
Her tears had sort of stopped, although she was still making little sniffling noises. She rubbed at her eyes and cheeks to wipe away the dampness, then looked up at her would-be friend.
"Did you even eat my cake?" she chided gently, smiling weakly. "I had to face off against a scary monster for that too, you know. Nothing's ever easy."
RE: Sanctuary [Closed] - Tindome - 04-12-2017
He ran his hand over her hair, his thumb over her cheek, holding her.
Yes. Snuggle close, and relax. He was here to keep her safe, now.
Having her there, even as sad as she was, made him feel powerful. He'd caught her, and tamed her, and made her his. She would come back here for him, so that she could bring him cake and he could keep her safe from predators.
He didn't like this smell on her, though. Not just the blood smell, but a smell like someone else. Multiple someone else's. Strange men, he suspected, and maybe they were the ones who hurt her and made her cry. They weren't as good as he was at not hurting her. He nudged at her, buried his face in her hair and then her shoulder, deep huffing breaths as he tried to identify which parts of her were most tainted.
She had blood on, her, too. That was also bad.
Her hoodie smelled the most like a stranger, so he pulled that away from her first, tearing it further. He examined it thoughtfully. The softer parts on the inside were the least objectionable, and there were clean spots that he thought would work. Since she was the one covered in blood this time, he started using those clean and soft spots of fabric to rub at her skin and clean her off. He tried to be gentle, but still firm enough that it would feel as nice as it had when she'd done it for him.
Yes. Snuggle close, and relax. He was here to keep her safe, now.
Having her there, even as sad as she was, made him feel powerful. He'd caught her, and tamed her, and made her his. She would come back here for him, so that she could bring him cake and he could keep her safe from predators.
He didn't like this smell on her, though. Not just the blood smell, but a smell like someone else. Multiple someone else's. Strange men, he suspected, and maybe they were the ones who hurt her and made her cry. They weren't as good as he was at not hurting her. He nudged at her, buried his face in her hair and then her shoulder, deep huffing breaths as he tried to identify which parts of her were most tainted.
She had blood on, her, too. That was also bad.
Her hoodie smelled the most like a stranger, so he pulled that away from her first, tearing it further. He examined it thoughtfully. The softer parts on the inside were the least objectionable, and there were clean spots that he thought would work. Since she was the one covered in blood this time, he started using those clean and soft spots of fabric to rub at her skin and clean her off. He tried to be gentle, but still firm enough that it would feel as nice as it had when she'd done it for him.
RE: Sanctuary [Closed] - SolitareLee - 04-12-2017
She had just started to relax when he started tearing off her clothing. She yelped in alarm, barely keeping it from being a screech. She didn't want to scream in this tiny little space; she'd deafen herself, and also possibly him. He tore her hoodie clear off, not that it had needed much help. Without it, it was even more clear how fucked up she was; her bra had been torn in two and dangled uselessly by strings on her shoulders. Her shirt had been similarly torn down the front, all the way to her midriff. And with the hoodie gone, it would be much easier to see the blood-soaked bandages around her neck. "Please, just give me some time," she began to beg, not wanting to have to start having sex so soon after barely avoiding horrifying rape/murder at the hands of some deranged vampire. But her protests were unnecessary.
He was rubbing her with her hoodie. To clean blood off of her. Like she had, off of him, a few nights ago.
Once again, she burst into tears.
But this time, she buried her face against his chest, wrapping her arms around him as best she could. Which wasn't very well. But she was trying.
He was just so fucking earnest it was ridiculous. She didn't know how to deal with this, the sincerity of feeling that had him fretting over her and kissing her hair and holding her close and cleaning her of blood the way she had him. She had a range of experiences, and every single part of this was outside of it.
She was probably distressing him, crying like this. She couldn't stop. But she could let him know it wasn't his fault.
She pulled back from his chest enough to look upwards at him. She reached up to cup the side of his face, to guide it down towards hers.
He liked kissing. That was the way she could tell him he was good, kissing. Like how she'd kissed him after he'd fucked her so well, before, to let him know she was going to be okay.
RE: Sanctuary [Closed] - Tindome - 04-12-2017
Too firm! Maybe he'd hit a soft spot? She'd been getting better, but now she was crying again, but also hugging him. He gave up on rubbing her clean to hold her again, since that was what she seemed to want more than anything. He nuzzled at her hair, and stroked her back, and generally tried to convey the idea of safety and comfort as best he could.
Yes? Good? Better?
She pulled him down into a kiss, which he would take as a yes. He cupped her face, tried to use his thumbs to brush away her tears as he kissed her. Kissing: good, and nice. She was still happy to see him, even if she was crying. She might still be hurting. He couldn't tell. It looked like something bad had happened to her neck.
His working theory was that someone else had caught her in the daytime, the way he'd caught her that first night she'd been here. Except they had been too rough, or maybe when she'd asked for the touches and bites she liked they'd misunderstood. They'd hurt her, so she'd come back, because she knew that he would keep her safe. Was this why she was hunted? Did everyone want her the way he did?
Well. They wouldn't while he was awake. He'd rather they never did, but he accepted that some things might be unrealistic. Unless she started staying here more of the time, unless she managed to avoid everything that might hunt her when she had to leave.
He stroked her hair, and kissed her more deeply, his tail thumping against the floor. He still wanted to get the rest of her clothes off of her, to get rid of the smells he didn't like, but he would go slow. He would prove that he was the only one she should ever want to touch her, because he would do it right.
… even if she didn't always think it was right, at first.
Yes? Good? Better?
She pulled him down into a kiss, which he would take as a yes. He cupped her face, tried to use his thumbs to brush away her tears as he kissed her. Kissing: good, and nice. She was still happy to see him, even if she was crying. She might still be hurting. He couldn't tell. It looked like something bad had happened to her neck.
His working theory was that someone else had caught her in the daytime, the way he'd caught her that first night she'd been here. Except they had been too rough, or maybe when she'd asked for the touches and bites she liked they'd misunderstood. They'd hurt her, so she'd come back, because she knew that he would keep her safe. Was this why she was hunted? Did everyone want her the way he did?
Well. They wouldn't while he was awake. He'd rather they never did, but he accepted that some things might be unrealistic. Unless she started staying here more of the time, unless she managed to avoid everything that might hunt her when she had to leave.
He stroked her hair, and kissed her more deeply, his tail thumping against the floor. He still wanted to get the rest of her clothes off of her, to get rid of the smells he didn't like, but he would go slow. He would prove that he was the only one she should ever want to touch her, because he would do it right.
… even if she didn't always think it was right, at first.
RE: Sanctuary [Closed] - SolitareLee - 04-12-2017
She'd started kissing to reassure him, to let him know she was okay. She doubted he understood the condition she was in, or why she was upset. Although he clearly understood that she was upset. He was very intent on comforting her. She... couldn't remember this happening before. Not just with him, but with anyone. She had a vague sort of concept of love and the support that came with it, pretty much entirely from rats. She'd known what she'd wanted from Noah, for instance, although none of her dark little fantasies with Clarke had ever involved cuddling. She'd known better by then. But rats, they had done this sort of thing her whole life. They had been the first to come find her, because they always found her, and they would always curl up with her and try to sooth her in their ratty ways. Rats took comfort in the group, in knowing they weren't alone. She did too, but...
This was something different, something better. He held her and cleaned her and nuzzled her and pet her and just. Every part of him was focused on comforting her.
And he was figuring out kissing very quickly.
She knew where this would go, eventually. He'd definitely want to get his rocks off--pun one thousand percent intended--and she'd have no real choice but to comply. But he wasn't starting there. Like he wanted her to feel better, first. Like maybe he also wanted her to feel better more.
She paused in the kissing, pulling back, and looked up at him--and laughed.
She'd smeared red lipstick on him.
It was probably not nearly so pretty as when Mr. Cernunnos first applied it. It had been fucked up by a vampire, and then her own attempts to wipe blood from her face, and then probably his attempts to do the same. But apparently it was resilient, because there he was, with lipstick staining his lips. It looked hilarious.
It made her think of other things she could stain, which made her smile.
She wiped a bit of it off his face with her thumb, showed it to him, then pointed to her own lipstick, giggling. She kind of wanted him to be in on the joke. Maybe that way, he'd find it funny too, when she covered him in kisses the way she now intended to. A gargoyle covered in red lipstick kisses... It'd be easier to clean off of him than blood, and funnier.
RE: Sanctuary [Closed] - Tindome - 04-15-2017
He blinked in befuddled surprise when she laughed, her attempt to explain still a little puzzling. If he'd noticed her lips at all, he had assumed it was more blood. Not something that bothered him, unless it bothered her. She may have gotten it on her while eating. He didn't know why she'd be eating bloody things when she could have cakes, but he didn't understand most human things. Why she liked the things she liked, why she screamed and cried about other things.
It wasn't blood, though. He squinted closer at her mouth as she tried to show him, and licked her lower lip. He touched his own mouth to see what was on it.
Paint? He understood paint. Something she'd worn for a battle she lost. He kissed her cheek, and was pleased by the little bit of lipstick left on her when he did it, though he didn't have much on him to leave.
He liked having ways to mark her. The way he marked her with his cock, with his scent, with the little bruises and scratches still left on her from where he'd held her still. Was it on purpose, that this would let her mark him with her mouth? Maybe she wanted to claim him in return.
He purred, nuzzling at her hair. He huffed a little, smelling her. Her hair was soft, and he liked the smell that shampoos and bath bubbles had all left in it, though he didn't know what those were. It just seemed like a good, soft smell.
It wasn't blood, though. He squinted closer at her mouth as she tried to show him, and licked her lower lip. He touched his own mouth to see what was on it.
Paint? He understood paint. Something she'd worn for a battle she lost. He kissed her cheek, and was pleased by the little bit of lipstick left on her when he did it, though he didn't have much on him to leave.
He liked having ways to mark her. The way he marked her with his cock, with his scent, with the little bruises and scratches still left on her from where he'd held her still. Was it on purpose, that this would let her mark him with her mouth? Maybe she wanted to claim him in return.
He purred, nuzzling at her hair. He huffed a little, smelling her. Her hair was soft, and he liked the smell that shampoos and bath bubbles had all left in it, though he didn't know what those were. It just seemed like a good, soft smell.
RE: Sanctuary [Closed] - SolitareLee - 04-15-2017
He seemed more confused by lipstick than she thought he'd be. He peered, and licked, and touched it on his own mouth. He seemed to grasp it eventually, however, and she couldn't help smiling. There was a learning curve. There was a lot of very random things he didn't know, and a lot of even more random things he did. But she could teach him. He'd figure things out, slowly but surely. And then maybe she'd figure him out, what exactly he was and why he was like this.
He purred and nuzzled at her hair, and she smiled and tilted her head up a bit to kiss his neck. She wasn't sure if that was the sort of sensation he'd like, but he'd reacted somewhat favorably to her biting before, and had enjoyed kissing her that way, so maybe he'd like it too? In any case, she liked the stain of red it left, not blood, though there might have still been some staining her, but the telltale red print of painted lips. She left a little trail across his shoulder, kisses and little bites, wondering how far down his body she could get before she ran out of lipstick. All the way down, perhaps?
He wasn't even randy yet, that she could tell, and look at her. She had to roll her eyes at her own behavior. But she liked the kissing, and the cuddling, and the security of his wings around her. A little relieved thrill of still being alive was settling in, as well, and she realized she felt safe.
How ridiculous.
Sitting alone in a dark room surrounded by rats, she hadn't felt safe. She'd felt like anything could come swooping in. But now that he was here, she felt safe?
There was no accounting for taste, she supposed.
RE: Sanctuary [Closed] - Tindome - 04-21-2017
He purred as she started to kiss him, and once she was low enough on his body, bent his head to watch her do it. He was right that she was marking him, and that pleased him immensely. He brushed his claws through her hair. She was doing lots of smiling. That was good, right? It meant she was better?
A little better. Probably still hurting, because of her neck. He didn't think she'd be kissing at him if it was too bad, though.
Then again, he didn't know as well as she did when things would hurt. Best to be careful, and let her move in non-hurty ways. Which still wasn't always safe, because sometimes she hurt herself, but quite frankly it was the best he could manage under the circumstances.
Maybe she'd keep kissing. Maybe she'd keep going lower. Oh, but that seemed like it could be dangerous to her neck, didn't it? He was scared he'd snap her neck under ordinary circumstances.
If she stayed still enough that he could fix her wrong smell, though…
A little better. Probably still hurting, because of her neck. He didn't think she'd be kissing at him if it was too bad, though.
Then again, he didn't know as well as she did when things would hurt. Best to be careful, and let her move in non-hurty ways. Which still wasn't always safe, because sometimes she hurt herself, but quite frankly it was the best he could manage under the circumstances.
Maybe she'd keep kissing. Maybe she'd keep going lower. Oh, but that seemed like it could be dangerous to her neck, didn't it? He was scared he'd snap her neck under ordinary circumstances.
If she stayed still enough that he could fix her wrong smell, though…
RE: Sanctuary [Closed] - SolitareLee - 04-21-2017
She was glad for his purring; the only real indicator she had that he liked what she was doing. He had been very unambiguous about his likes and dislikes in the past, but this was a bit different. Even when she'd kissed him, before, he'd been pretty obviously insistent about his arousal and her touching thereof. He wasn't this time. He was being nice, snuggly. Was she a bad person, for turning one thing into another? What if he thought she only liked him for sex, or something? Was he even capable of that sort of thought? From her limited reading, it seemed like most gargoyles... weren't like him. She didn't know why, exactly, she hadn't read much. But like. The diagram in one of her books had one wearing underwear. Like normal underwear.
She hesitated, mouth hovering near his chest.
What were the words he knew...
"Fine?" she asked hesitantly, looking up at him. She didn't know how she expected him to give her a yes or no indicator. She hadn't gotten around to teaching him yes or no. More hestitantly still, she placed a hand on his loincloth. She felt a stirring underneath. Promising. "Fine?" she asked again, eyes fixed on him for any sort of sign one way or another.
RE: Sanctuary [Closed] - Tindome - 05-07-2017
He blinked at her again. Fine? Was she trying to say that she wasn't hurting, or trying to ask if he was hurting? She could also have been trying to say that she was safe to touch. There wasn't a whole lot of clarity in his understanding of that little syllable.
Clearer when she touched him through his loincloth. Definitely asking. Making sure it wouldn't hurt him?
He couldn't imagine what he'd done to make her think it would hurt him to be touched there. He'd need to rectify whatever it was. His limited experience suggested that being touched there was always great, and the opposite of hurt.
He opened his mouth, then shut it again. He didn't know if he could repeat that word, and he didn't really want to try. It probably wouldn't sound the same. It wasn't as if he'd had time to practice.
Instead he gave his answer by putting his hand over hers, and pressing it harder against himself. That was clear enough, right? He wouldn't have done that if he weren't fine. He purred, open-mouthed to make the sound louder, the tip of his tongue touching his fangs.
Clearer when she touched him through his loincloth. Definitely asking. Making sure it wouldn't hurt him?
He couldn't imagine what he'd done to make her think it would hurt him to be touched there. He'd need to rectify whatever it was. His limited experience suggested that being touched there was always great, and the opposite of hurt.
He opened his mouth, then shut it again. He didn't know if he could repeat that word, and he didn't really want to try. It probably wouldn't sound the same. It wasn't as if he'd had time to practice.
Instead he gave his answer by putting his hand over hers, and pressing it harder against himself. That was clear enough, right? He wouldn't have done that if he weren't fine. He purred, open-mouthed to make the sound louder, the tip of his tongue touching his fangs.
RE: Sanctuary [Closed] - SolitareLee - 05-07-2017
Ren smiled broadly in relief when he made his stance on her continued course clear. By pushing her hand against his crotch, which stirred with further interest, and purring, loudly. Cheerfully, she continued her happy task of kissing her way down his stomach, this time rubbing his cock through the loincloth. As she lowered herself, however, the contortion was becoming a bit painful for her neck. She had to slide off his lap a bit, to seek a more comfortable position as she brought herself lower still. It was not hard to figure out how to remove a loincloth.
She glanced up at him one more time, as if paranoid he'd change his mind, as she ran her hand more directly against his stiffening member. He didn't seem to object to her course of action in the least. It hurt to crane her neck up at him, but frankly, it was worth it for the view. Even sitting, he loomed; curious grey eyes watched her progress. Stony skin stained with red lip prints down his chest and stomach, a trail with an inevitable end.
She had a brief moment of self-awareness, where she reminded herself that she'd been rather dramatically ravished by this, you know, inhuman monster, not a week ago. She shrugged it off, almost idly. Making good, healthy decisions had never been her forte, and she wanted to stay here tonight. That would involve fucking him, sooner or later, and she was in the mood now. He was gentler when she was aggressive, anyway. Besides. He was kind of sweet, in the weirdest way, and this was the only real thing she had to give.
She ran a tongue along the side of his cock, delighting in the way his whole body seemed to reel with the sensation. He was so sensitive, in some ways. He liked having the base of his horns rubbed and his hair played with, and he didn't know how to handle himself when she wrapped her lips around the head of his cock and sucked... like so. His purring was a comforting sound, like moaning, although she knew he could moan in earnest if she worked hard enough. She remembered the way he'd looked the first time. That had been a good angle, though she'd barely been able to appreciate it. Over her like that, thrusting along her chest and into her mouth. The way he'd looked when she'd started sucking, like he couldn't breathe, like she'd blown his world wide open, his hair falling in his face. She loved that.
Her moan vibrated around his cock, and she smiled a bit to herself, knowing that he liked that, too. She liked knowing things. And she loved the way his fist clenched and his breath hitched when she worked her tongue around his head, bobbing and sucking in unison with strokes of her hands. But she felt a stab of pain in her neck and paused, wincing. She pulled off him briefly, one hand still around his now quite-hard shaft, the other going to the bandaged wounds on her neck. All this up and down was painful... she hadn't even thought about that. This angle was a bit rough on her neck as well. He wasn't immediately grabbing her to shove her back down on his cock, so maybe she could get him into a better position? She wasn't really wanting to get fucked just yet. She had other plans, plans that involved walking and not rough, dry fucking.
She released his dick briefly, apologetically, and then tucked her hands under his arms, on his sides, sort of... pushing him upwards. Could she get him to stand? She thought that if he stood, she could probably... kneel, or something... and then at least her neck would be straight.
RE: Sanctuary [Closed] - Tindome - 11-26-2018
Something in his ribcage fluttered when she smiled. Possibly his spleen.
He watched her, delighted in watching her, the heat of her mouth like a brand and the marks she left behind. Tentatively, he touched her hair as gently as he could. He was, very faintly, patting her on the head. He couldn't say for sure if this was a good idea, but in his defense, she was very pettable.
He was in no way over the way it stunned him to have her soft little tongue lapping at his cock, and his hips jerked slightly before she wrapped her lips around him. Much too small to fit him, surely, but the small sounds she made reverberated all through him and made him feel electric. He bit back a growl of frustrated want, unable to thrust the way he wanted.
Horrible, that she should be so fragile, that she should be half-broken already. He felt irrationally robbed, as if the ability to freely manhandle her were a right he'd been deprived of. Nothing he could do about it now that the damage was done, and that was the frustration of it, the newness and desperation of wanting with the absolute uncertainty of a future. Each half-formed fantasy her mouth summoned could only be staved off with a thought of later that might not come.
His lust was tempered when she stopped to rub her neck, a reminder of her condition. Her hand was still on his cock; she was trying, was the important thing. He was not the most well-informed, did not understand most social anything—having never before had the opportunity to be social—but he understood, in some half-formed way, that making an effort counted for something.
It took him a moment to figure out what the hell she was doing, the weak pushing on his arms. He moved in slow and awkward ways as she persisted, until he was standing upright above her. His purring had abated, but his cock was still hard, and his eyes were fixed on her as he raked hair out of his face to see her better.
He watched her, delighted in watching her, the heat of her mouth like a brand and the marks she left behind. Tentatively, he touched her hair as gently as he could. He was, very faintly, patting her on the head. He couldn't say for sure if this was a good idea, but in his defense, she was very pettable.
He was in no way over the way it stunned him to have her soft little tongue lapping at his cock, and his hips jerked slightly before she wrapped her lips around him. Much too small to fit him, surely, but the small sounds she made reverberated all through him and made him feel electric. He bit back a growl of frustrated want, unable to thrust the way he wanted.
Horrible, that she should be so fragile, that she should be half-broken already. He felt irrationally robbed, as if the ability to freely manhandle her were a right he'd been deprived of. Nothing he could do about it now that the damage was done, and that was the frustration of it, the newness and desperation of wanting with the absolute uncertainty of a future. Each half-formed fantasy her mouth summoned could only be staved off with a thought of later that might not come.
His lust was tempered when she stopped to rub her neck, a reminder of her condition. Her hand was still on his cock; she was trying, was the important thing. He was not the most well-informed, did not understand most social anything—having never before had the opportunity to be social—but he understood, in some half-formed way, that making an effort counted for something.
It took him a moment to figure out what the hell she was doing, the weak pushing on his arms. He moved in slow and awkward ways as she persisted, until he was standing upright above her. His purring had abated, but his cock was still hard, and his eyes were fixed on her as he raked hair out of his face to see her better.
RE: Sanctuary [Closed] - SolitareLee - 11-26-2018
She was sort of tangentially aware of her inability to make good, healthy decisions, although she reasoned to herself that he wanted to have sex pretty much constantly, as far as she could tell, so this would have happened eventually. And things went way smoother for her when she took the lead, seemingly because he was too confused about what was happening to remember he liked to manhandle. Being injured also helped, but that was not a sustainable plan.
Getting him to stand up, though?
That had been a good goddamn decision.
She hadn't really stood next to him before. He was always crouching down or scrambling around to reach her better. But he could, in fact, stand up straight--and it seemed like it would be more comfortable for his tail than all this rolling around, at that--and when he did... christ.
"Jesus fuck you're huge," she said out loud, aghast and more than a little awed, briefly distracted from his cock to stand up on her tip-toes next to him. It did essentially nothing. She came up, to like, his stomach. "I'm not that short!" she exclaimed. "You make me look like a fucking hobbit, who the fuck built you?!"
He, of course, couldn't understand what she was saying, but hopefully he would endulge in her momentary curiosity as she explored his abdomen with her hands and then peeked around his back, ducking her head under one wing. She instantly and very strongly wanted a piggyback ride, but had just enough self-awareness to note that this wasn't the time. After her came, maybe. If only she could negotiate that ahead of time...
She cupped under his cock with one hand, half admiring the view, half taking note of how it was still unreasonably sized from this angle. If anything, him standing made it worse, because it was very nearly in her face. If she lifted it up a bit, she could probably rest it on her shoulder. ... ...She did so, then giggled.
"Okay, okay, sorry," she said, holding up a hand while still choking on her laughter. "This is just so absurd. You're huge. It's insane. Hold on, lemme just..." She started kneeling down, and then frowned. No, she'd be, if anything too low that way--ridiculous, absurd. She pulled her backpack over after a moment's consideration of angles, and then knelt on it. Softer on her knees, and now she was just about the right size to... uh. She scooted backwards about six inches. Alright. THERE. NOW she was at a decent angle.
"I've never had to think this much about logistics before," she complained idly as she resumed stroking his dick. There was nothing she could do about the thickness issue, how her jaw had to stretch right to the edge of uncomfortable to fit around him. But this way, when he pushed against the back of her mouth, it felt like he could slip down her throat with relatively little issue.
She looked up at him. A mistake, or maybe the opposite of a mistake, because she had no way to cope with the way he looked, the way he loomed, the way his hair fell into his face, framed by his mismatched horns. She let out a quiet groan around his cock. Okay, so maybe some of her bad decisions were also really, really good decisions.
RE: Sanctuary [Closed] - Tindome - 02-06-2019
Tiny thing.
He was confused when she stood, since that did not seem conducive to any kind of fucking they'd done thus far. She still seemed too tall to keep licking his cock standing upright, despite her smallness. The touching helped the situation, let him know they were still doing something even if he couldn't quite figure out what. He watched her with narrowed eyes as she peered all around him, his tail drawing half-circles behind him, lashing as she rested his cock beside her head.
Happy sounds. Those were good. His cock twitched, and he nearly bent down to get a better look at what she was doing with her bag. But then she settled in, seemed to make herself comfortable at the level of his dick. This all seemed much more complicated than if she'd simply lain on the floor and let him fuck her face, but he supposed there was the issue of her neck. Perhaps this made it safer for her, in some manner he didn't entirely understand.
He purred, thrusting just the small amount that he couldn't help into her moaning mouth. He patted, clumsy but gentle, at the top of her head – having no idea what to do with his hands when he couldn't use them to hold her head still. He raked his hair out of his face with a huff, put his hand over hers where she stroked him and squeezed so she'd grip him.
There. Yes. Better.
He was confused when she stood, since that did not seem conducive to any kind of fucking they'd done thus far. She still seemed too tall to keep licking his cock standing upright, despite her smallness. The touching helped the situation, let him know they were still doing something even if he couldn't quite figure out what. He watched her with narrowed eyes as she peered all around him, his tail drawing half-circles behind him, lashing as she rested his cock beside her head.
Happy sounds. Those were good. His cock twitched, and he nearly bent down to get a better look at what she was doing with her bag. But then she settled in, seemed to make herself comfortable at the level of his dick. This all seemed much more complicated than if she'd simply lain on the floor and let him fuck her face, but he supposed there was the issue of her neck. Perhaps this made it safer for her, in some manner he didn't entirely understand.
He purred, thrusting just the small amount that he couldn't help into her moaning mouth. He patted, clumsy but gentle, at the top of her head – having no idea what to do with his hands when he couldn't use them to hold her head still. He raked his hair out of his face with a huff, put his hand over hers where she stroked him and squeezed so she'd grip him.
There. Yes. Better.