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RE: Sanctuary [Closed] - SolitareLee - 03-18-2017
That had not been the expected reaction to her taking his frosting. She positively tore the lid back off. She went limp in his grip other than that, however, visions of human spines dancing through her head. She did not want to be fucked while he was covered in blood and human bits. However, she had not wanted to be fucked in the first place. He just had ways of convincing her. Like, for instance, doing it anyway.
She didn't quite have time to attempt to seduce him with the frosting further, because he was moving her sideways. She let him, wincing as pain shot down her injured leg. He was laying her out, but fortunately not on her back, just... down. She went, hands still nervously gripping the open frosting, wondering if she should just dip her hands in it and hope it distracted him. Maybe she did totally, absolutely have time to slowly feed him an entire tin of frosting. Her night was just, gosh, looking super clear and open and free for feeding bat-demons frosting extremely slowly.
She whimpered as he laid her down, both pain and fear. Somehow, she wasn't feeling like yelling at him.
RE: Sanctuary [Closed] - Tindome - 03-18-2017
Under the impression that she was trying to distract him with the frosting, he took it, and set it aside. There'd be time for that later, when her leg was safely secured. And he did have every intention of going back to it. But between how successfully he'd managed to not hurt her before, and this now, he was discovering that he did have some amount of patience for delayed gratification.
Not much. But some.
Once she was down, he looked her over, trying to decide on a strategy. Small and weak should have meant she'd be easy to manage, but this would have been much easier if she were harder to hurt. She was already hurt! It wasn't even his fault! Not that she acted like it.
Carefully, his the tip of his tail poked into the hole in her jeans, trying to snag the fabric without touching her skin. He tugged at it, trying to widen the hole to better see what was going on. It did not work as well as it had when he'd been using both hands. He huffed in irritation, and slid his tail past the waist of her jeans to try to push them off her entirely. Except that that was hard, too, because any resistance whatsoever felt like a danger to her leg.
Her wounded, broken, hanging-on-by-a-thread and going-to-fall-off-any-minute leg.
Not much. But some.
Once she was down, he looked her over, trying to decide on a strategy. Small and weak should have meant she'd be easy to manage, but this would have been much easier if she were harder to hurt. She was already hurt! It wasn't even his fault! Not that she acted like it.
Carefully, his the tip of his tail poked into the hole in her jeans, trying to snag the fabric without touching her skin. He tugged at it, trying to widen the hole to better see what was going on. It did not work as well as it had when he'd been using both hands. He huffed in irritation, and slid his tail past the waist of her jeans to try to push them off her entirely. Except that that was hard, too, because any resistance whatsoever felt like a danger to her leg.
Her wounded, broken, hanging-on-by-a-thread and going-to-fall-off-any-minute leg.
RE: Sanctuary [Closed] - SolitareLee - 03-18-2017
He'd laid her down. Now he was going for her trousers again. She let out a frustrated groan, almost a wail due to her level of distress. "C'mon, please! Give me a break, man! I brought you frosting!" Why did he have such a one-track mind?! She didn't even know if Plan B worked on demon babies. But at least it probably meant she was still insured if he decided to paint her insides silver again. Not that she'd had any real chance to wash that crap out. The inside of her vagina probably looked like a craft store exploded.
And the frosting distraction had been removed from her person, leaving with her nothing but a pocket rat that she would be leaving safely in her pocket. He had his hand around her neck, for fuck's sake. She felt something trail into the torn hole of her jeans, near her thigh. His tail? At least his tail hadn't been bloody. Small mercies. Her neck had to look seriously alarming right now. It was uncomfortably wet, to be sure.
Now he was just trying to pull her pants off altogether. She thought about her options. He might get impatient and tear them off, and then she'd be out a pair of jeans. A very oversized pair of jeans, but a pair nonetheless. And she liked the belt.
"You're an asshole," she sniffled, hands going to her belt buckle. "I hate you, seriously. I brought you frosting. And three people. You probably eat people! I brought you dinner and desert, and this is the thanks I get?" She opened the fly of her pants, but she couldn't really pull them down herself. She couldn't bend, not with his hand around her neck. Still, without the belt, they would have fallen to her ankles immediately from just standing up. "Please at least watch the leg," she begged, knowing full well he couldn't understand her. "It seriously hurts and I don't want to get an entire pint of stranger-blood in it."
RE: Sanctuary [Closed] - Tindome - 03-18-2017
Not yelling at him: good. Helping: even better! He couldn't understand her whining, but thought he got the gist. She was hurting, and looking for sympathy. Trying to tell him how it had happened, or something. If he had any reassuring noises, he would have made them. Or just general noises of understanding. He was discovering the limitations of his range, and they were inconvenient. Maybe if she didn't die, she would come back again, and teach him some.
Not that she should. The more she came back, the clearer it became that she was exactly the kind of person he was supposed to be killing. Encouraging intruders was the opposite of correct.
It would just be nice. Was all. If she came back alone, like the first time. Not half-broken, so he didn't have to worry about her ending up all-broken.
He used his tail to push her jeans down her legs, until her thighs were bare. Then he inspected the scene.
He squinted.
He let her neck go so that he could look closer at it.
Was that it?
It was still a lot of blood, but her leg did not seem to be in danger of falling off. The primary danger was instead that she had sprung a leak, and eventually she would run out of blood. She didn't seem close to that, though, based on his understanding of how much blood was inside a human.
They just needed to plug up the leak. With something. It should have been easy enough, except that if he tried to touch it she might go all flailing and screeching again. He looked from her leg to her face and then back again, waffling as he tried to decide what he should be doing.
Not that she should. The more she came back, the clearer it became that she was exactly the kind of person he was supposed to be killing. Encouraging intruders was the opposite of correct.
It would just be nice. Was all. If she came back alone, like the first time. Not half-broken, so he didn't have to worry about her ending up all-broken.
He used his tail to push her jeans down her legs, until her thighs were bare. Then he inspected the scene.
He squinted.
He let her neck go so that he could look closer at it.
Was that it?
It was still a lot of blood, but her leg did not seem to be in danger of falling off. The primary danger was instead that she had sprung a leak, and eventually she would run out of blood. She didn't seem close to that, though, based on his understanding of how much blood was inside a human.
They just needed to plug up the leak. With something. It should have been easy enough, except that if he tried to touch it she might go all flailing and screeching again. He looked from her leg to her face and then back again, waffling as he tried to decide what he should be doing.
RE: Sanctuary [Closed] - SolitareLee - 03-18-2017
His tail pulled her pants down, but to her surprise and confusion, stopped at her knees. Perhaps he was mystified by the presence of underwear? He seemed to understand clothing in general, though, so it seemed unlikely. She lay relatively placidly, though still complaining, until he released her neck. Her hands went to it. They came back sticky red, which she quickly wiped away on her hoodie. She glanced over to try and figure out what he was doing. He was staring, perplexed, at her leg.
"...I know you understand the concept of injuries," she said sourly, gesturing over the balcony. "You cause them, with great prejudice." She sort of half sat-up, propping herself up on one arm. "Please don't claw at it," she added, nervous about the way he was looking between it and her face. "I will give you all the frosting you want. I've lost a lot of blood and I really, really don't want to lose more. Please?"
Not that he could understand. She didn't know why she was bothering.
Honestly, what she should do is probably try and... wrap it with something, now that her pants were down. But she didn't have any... ...Oh, hmm. Tentatively, she reached for his hand again. When he didn't immediately growl or grab her neck again, she gripped one of his fingers and pulled his hand towards her. It was awkward, because one did not typically use another person's finger in this manner, but she managed to sort of get grip on it like she was wielding a knife, and brought the sharp tip the very top of her left sleeve. She poked it through, very carefully, then sort of sliced with it.
It went like cutting through slightly cottony butter.
That was concerning, but useful in this particular case.
With some difficulty, she managed to cut the whole way around the sleeve, then dropped his hand to pull it off. Hmm... she should probably cut it lengthways too, for more area. She reached absent-mindedly for his hand again. Never let it be said she was unwilling to improvise. He seemed mostly amused by her antics, which was... good? It was better than any alternative, so yeah, good.
Once she had her sleeve properly sliced up, she shifted a bit more to wrap it around her thigh. She managed to go around her leg several times before running out of sleeve. She was very skinny and was wrapping it very, very tightly. She tied it off as best she could, tucking it under itself. Not... great. But something. And maybe enough to keep him from dripping blood into it or LICKING it or something.
RE: Sanctuary [Closed] - Tindome - 03-19-2017
Success! They worked so well together, when she actually worked with him. He felt very pleased with himself for his accomplishment. The fact that she had mostly helped herself went ignored in favor of the fact that he'd prompted the treatment by undressing her, and had let her use his claws.
He hadn't cared for it as much when she'd been getting frosting on his hand (instead of in his mouth, where it belonged), but in general he kind of liked when she used his hands. Small hands gently guiding his own toward things rather than away. The feel of her hands in his, in general, and how dainty they were. He took one of her hands, and pressed it against one of his own, palm-to-palm, the better to see how small they were by comparison. Then he wrapped his hand around hers, and just… held it.
Still concerned about her leg's exposure to the elements, he tried to tug her jeans back upward enough to cover it without tearing into the waistband or belt with his claws. His other hand was still holding hers. Once her pants were on, her leg would be doubly-secured. He still wouldn't feel comfortable with her moving it too much, even if it wasn't about to fall off, but he'd feel better.
He didn't like her being out in the middle of the floor like this, either. It didn't feel secure enough. So he finally let her hand go, and slid his arms under her knees and her back to scoop her up off the floor. As an afterthought, his tail wrapped around the can of frosting. He stood, and carried her to a corner of the room further away from windows and railings and stairs. Then he set her back down, trying to be careful of her leg.
There. Walls on two sides of her, and he could crouch down beside her. Safely secured from future intruders, or wind, or rain, or her own attempts to go running off. He flexed his wings, stretching them out sideways to confirm his ability to cage her in, and set the frosting down next to her.
She'd come back this time. He didn't know if she'd come back again, because he still wasn't sure why she was here at all. He wanted to feel her again, but the leg situation complicated matters enormously. Maybe he could just rub against her again? That seemed like it would be both harmless and unobjectionable. He leaned forward to nuzzle at her cheek and test the waters.
He hadn't cared for it as much when she'd been getting frosting on his hand (instead of in his mouth, where it belonged), but in general he kind of liked when she used his hands. Small hands gently guiding his own toward things rather than away. The feel of her hands in his, in general, and how dainty they were. He took one of her hands, and pressed it against one of his own, palm-to-palm, the better to see how small they were by comparison. Then he wrapped his hand around hers, and just… held it.
Still concerned about her leg's exposure to the elements, he tried to tug her jeans back upward enough to cover it without tearing into the waistband or belt with his claws. His other hand was still holding hers. Once her pants were on, her leg would be doubly-secured. He still wouldn't feel comfortable with her moving it too much, even if it wasn't about to fall off, but he'd feel better.
He didn't like her being out in the middle of the floor like this, either. It didn't feel secure enough. So he finally let her hand go, and slid his arms under her knees and her back to scoop her up off the floor. As an afterthought, his tail wrapped around the can of frosting. He stood, and carried her to a corner of the room further away from windows and railings and stairs. Then he set her back down, trying to be careful of her leg.
There. Walls on two sides of her, and he could crouch down beside her. Safely secured from future intruders, or wind, or rain, or her own attempts to go running off. He flexed his wings, stretching them out sideways to confirm his ability to cage her in, and set the frosting down next to her.
She'd come back this time. He didn't know if she'd come back again, because he still wasn't sure why she was here at all. He wanted to feel her again, but the leg situation complicated matters enormously. Maybe he could just rub against her again? That seemed like it would be both harmless and unobjectionable. He leaned forward to nuzzle at her cheek and test the waters.
RE: Sanctuary [Closed] - SolitareLee - 03-19-2017
She was still sort of eyeing her leg, wondering if she'd done it right, when she felt him grab around her wrist. She looked over quickly, a bit alarmed. But he just... put his hand against hers. She blinked, tilting her head. Lord, his hands were so much bigger than hers, even without the claws.
And then he closed his hand around hers.
He didn't do anything else.
... He was holding her hand.
This was... getting weird. Like, even weirder than it had the first time when it turned out he wanted to rub his dick on her, then in her. And it only got weirder, when he pulled her pants back up, effectively destroying everything she had learned about him up to this point. She stared at him in dumbfounded bewilderment.
...How... How sentient was he, exactly? She'd kind of assumed a sort of... monkey-esque level. She had spent most of the day trying to ignore the fact that, in the back of her mind, she was sort of aware of the possibility that she had, in essence, been raped by a cryptid dog of some sort. Frankly, the animal part had bothered her more than anything else, because there was something very, very wrong, she felt, about being fucked by an animal and enjoying even parts of it as much as she had.
Her mind was spinning with confusion and possible implications, and him scooping her up, princess style, did absolute nothing to make her less confused. He must... realize she couldn't walk easily, without being in pain, thanks to her leg. Where was he taking her? Not downstairs, she hoped.
His body was very solid.
Being carried didn't feel bad.
Actually it felt the opposite of bad.
She was kind of sad when he set her down, and she also kind of hated herself for that. But affectionate contact was something she had with rats. Who were very nice, but not big and solid and strong. Though they were warm, one thing they definitely had on him.
He knelt down next to her, and briefly stretched out his wings. It made a little cage, blocking out the world, before he brought them back in. Her heart pounded, and she was very aware it wasn't fear. Or maybe it was? Maybe it was fear, but it had been a kind she liked, like hands on her neck. He leaned forward to nuzzle against her cheek, but she was distracted. She reached out and tugged at the edge of his wing, trying to get him to spread them back out again, to make a little makeshift tent like he had before.
RE: Sanctuary [Closed] - Tindome - 03-19-2017
It took him a moment to figure out what she was doing with his wing. When he did, he felt a surge of distinctly masculine pride. He spread his wings back out, rolling his shoulders back and really stretching to look as large as possible when he caged her in this time. The nature of stone meant the membranes were too thick to see through, the 'fingers' of his wings all more skeletal and monstrous than those of an ordinary mammal, topped with sharp curling claws, the limb portions connecting to his back thickly muscled.
If she wanted to admire his impressively large wingspan, he was more than happy to oblige.
He nuzzled at her face again, and purred this time. He gave her a little lick, the same kind he'd given her before she left. His hand rested on her stomach, splayed out there against her hoodie. He liked her skin better, but the hoodie was soft, too. She was always so warm. He thought about what it would feel like to slide his cock along her skin, under her shirt, and wondered if she'd flail around again if he tried it.
He'd been trying to minimize her flailing since she got here, but the leg made it harder to just hold her down until he was done.
Well. At the very least, he definitely wanted to be closer to her. The easiest way for him to do that, with their comparative anatomies being what they were, was to straddle her. He was careful not to put any weight on her when he did it, and the position let him wrap an arm around her and nuzzle at her neck. He sighed against her skin.
If she wanted to admire his impressively large wingspan, he was more than happy to oblige.
He nuzzled at her face again, and purred this time. He gave her a little lick, the same kind he'd given her before she left. His hand rested on her stomach, splayed out there against her hoodie. He liked her skin better, but the hoodie was soft, too. She was always so warm. He thought about what it would feel like to slide his cock along her skin, under her shirt, and wondered if she'd flail around again if he tried it.
He'd been trying to minimize her flailing since she got here, but the leg made it harder to just hold her down until he was done.
Well. At the very least, he definitely wanted to be closer to her. The easiest way for him to do that, with their comparative anatomies being what they were, was to straddle her. He was careful not to put any weight on her when he did it, and the position let him wrap an arm around her and nuzzle at her neck. He sighed against her skin.
RE: Sanctuary [Closed] - SolitareLee - 03-19-2017
It took a bit of coaxing for him to figure out what she wanted, but once he did, he flared his wings back out and she had her little tent back. This was probably what camping felt like.
No, it wasn't, at all.
But it was still nice.
Paradoxically, she felt kind of scared and kind of safe at the same time. She was in danger, her body told her, but she had a rough idea of what she was in danger of. There was a comforting sort of familiarity with that. Hitching her saddle to the scariest horse nearby hadn't particularly worked out well for her in the past, mind, but it was a habit.
He was being so ridiculously gentle. It was almost frustrating, how little she could understand what the hell was happening.
"Last time," she said quietly, as if to remind him and herself both, "You roared a great deal. You threw me around. Dragged me. Pinned me. You were very keen on not taking no for an answer, as I recall."
He licked her. Things continued to not make much sense.
They made a bit more when he practically climbed onto her lap, mind, if only because it was completely goddamn terrifying. It didn't get less terrifying when he wrapped an arm around her, because he had forgotten one very important detail.
He was still extremely covered in human blood and some goopy bits.
She felt something; probably a leg, maybe his tail, brush slightly against her leg. Not even near her injury, really, though it did jar her leg a little, mostly due to her own extreme tension on being the special victim of Demon Discovers Hugs: Blood and Viscera Edition. She winced automatically but then, immediately, had an idea.
She let out an exaggerated cry of pain, clutching her leg dramatically where it was injured. She glared--pouted really--up at him, trying to look hurt and betrayed, as if she'd trusted him and he'd done her great harm. If only she could cry on command.
RE: Sanctuary [Closed] - Tindome - 03-19-2017
Immediately, he let her go, standing in order to more effectively recoil from her. His wings drew back in as he blinked, watching her, confused.
It seemed like he'd hurt her leg again, but he thought he'd been very careful not to do that. He crouched down again, now at a distance from her, putting his hands on the floor to creep closer. It looked similar, in some ways, to when he was preparing to pounce. His tail lashed behind him as he got closer to her leg to see it better.
It didn't look like anything had happened to it.
He regarded her with suspicion. She'd seemed sturdy enough before, and she had a history – as far as he was concerned – of making a lot of noise for not much reason.
Figuring out how to touch her, and how to get her to touch him, was going to be even more complicated than he'd thought it would be.
It seemed like he'd hurt her leg again, but he thought he'd been very careful not to do that. He crouched down again, now at a distance from her, putting his hands on the floor to creep closer. It looked similar, in some ways, to when he was preparing to pounce. His tail lashed behind him as he got closer to her leg to see it better.
It didn't look like anything had happened to it.
He regarded her with suspicion. She'd seemed sturdy enough before, and she had a history – as far as he was concerned – of making a lot of noise for not much reason.
Figuring out how to touch her, and how to get her to touch him, was going to be even more complicated than he'd thought it would be.
RE: Sanctuary [Closed] - SolitareLee - 03-19-2017
She felt sour about losing her tent, but she supposed it was a necessary evil. She shouldn't have wanted to be all cornered by Bloody Mary here. That was the sort of behavior that got her into trouble. As, you know, opposed to her marked tendency to trick an extremely dangerous demonic bat thing.
He was going to touch her eventually. She couldn't sit here and scream all night. But she had a unique opportunity here... touching on her terms. Better than just coaxing him into squeezing her neck or bending her a certain way, she could maybe actually have some control, thanks to his newfound desire to not have her hurt. Which was still baffling and made zero sense, by the way, she was just rolling with it.
So what were her terms?
Term one: No blood.
But how was he going to get clean? He'd seemed almost confused by the presence of blood. He kept licking at it, scratching at it. Maybe he normally had something to roll against, like one of those giant spinning brushes they gave to cows. Well. She didn't have a giant spinning brush. But she had a ruined hoodie, and he was still mostly wet.
She took it off without much concern. He was glaring at her, low to the ground, as if he intended to pounce. Probably expecting her to try and run, or something. But she no longer had concern that he'd grab her and rip her throat out for doing something he didn't like. Not right now, anyway; he might spontaneously decide to be Hurt Demon again next time she saw him. He didn't seem very predictable.
Now... how to do this. She decided to start with a hand and arm, just because she knew she could grab and manipulate them without him minding. So she sort of grabbed a finger and pulled it over to her, guiding him a bit closer so she could reach better. Then she took her poor, bloody hoodie, and began wiping up blood. It worked shockingly well, probably because that ridiculous person had given her extremely nice clothing that she was now utterly ruining. She got his hand at large first, working between each finger to be safe, then sort of moved on down his arm, so long as he didn't protest. She wouldn't be able to get him super clean, but she could soak up the wet stuff so he'd stop smearing it all over her.
RE: Sanctuary [Closed] - Tindome - 03-19-2017
He followed her lead when she tugged on him, and was immediately rewarded with rubs. He crouched beside her, purring furiously as she mopped up blood. Yes. He liked this. Aside from her leg, and that little incident with the other intruders, this night was going wonderfully. She'd come back, and she'd fed him sugar, and now she was rubbing him with soft things.
Now, if he could just have an orgasm or two, it would be tied with the other night for the best night. He didn't think it could beat the other night, because the other night he'd been able to pin her down and fill her up in ways that were not currently an option. But rubbing him and feeding him and admiring his wings could make up for a lot.
He nuzzled and licked at her cheek again, tail moving in slow arcs. Obviously, the advantages of behaving herself had become clear to her, and things would be much easier now.
Now, if he could just have an orgasm or two, it would be tied with the other night for the best night. He didn't think it could beat the other night, because the other night he'd been able to pin her down and fill her up in ways that were not currently an option. But rubbing him and feeding him and admiring his wings could make up for a lot.
He nuzzled and licked at her cheek again, tail moving in slow arcs. Obviously, the advantages of behaving herself had become clear to her, and things would be much easier now.
RE: Sanctuary [Closed] - SolitareLee - 03-19-2017
Oooh, he liked this. He might like it a bit too much, actually, but that was a risk she'd have to take. She didn't believe for one second that his newfound concern for her health would extend to not being extremely insistent upon the need for him to empty his own testicles, using her. She finished his arm, moved on to the other one, using a different part of the hoodie. He was purring, and nuzzling, and licking, and she could swear his tail was wagging.
"This must be what everyone says cats are like," she mused. "Only with less penis, I assume. I don't think they would leave that part out."
Finishing his other arm, she considered her options. He was crouched pretty low, so she could reach him, but the angle was awkward. "I don't suppose I could impress on you to roll over," she said with a sigh. She started sort of rubbing his chest a bit, hoping he'd get the point and move himself into a position where she could properly clean that part of him. Then his face. Those were the priorities, because his tail was already clean and his cock was covered in a blood-splattered loincloth. With his chest and face clean, she'd be mostly in the clear.
RE: Sanctuary [Closed] - Tindome - 03-19-2017
When she moved on to rubbing his chest, he immediately tried to straighten out, dropping his knees lower until they touched the floor. Kneeling, but upright, keeping him up off the ground so his tail wouldn't get uncomfortably bent. He leaned into her scrubbing motions, moving to get her to rub different places when he decided she was neglecting them. Mostly his sides, which he moved his arms to let her reach. It was nice, the way the plush fabric felt when she ran it over the contours of his literally-sculpted abdomen. And he appreciated that it was getting the blood off him, as he found the situation uncomfortable and unpleasant. Not as much as she did, because he was not aware of serious health and hygiene implications, and did not have her existential reaction to human viscera. Still: clean was nice.
Less nice was when she rubbed his face.
He made an indignant sound, and batted her hand away, with neither the strength nor the claws that he could have. Just enough to make her stop doing that. He rubbed at his face as if to set it to rights, though nothing was askew, than raked his claws through his hair.
Less nice was when she rubbed his face.
He made an indignant sound, and batted her hand away, with neither the strength nor the claws that he could have. Just enough to make her stop doing that. He rubbed at his face as if to set it to rights, though nothing was askew, than raked his claws through his hair.
RE: Sanctuary [Closed] - SolitareLee - 03-19-2017
She was getting him clean. Cleaner anyway. And in the process, she was satisfying her curiosity a little bit. Admittedly, she was mostly curious about the non-human parts of him... His horns, his tail, his wings. Those were the things she didn't see on anyone else, after all. But getting a very up close, personal, and slow look at his musculature was not exactly a struggle. She finished his chest, and some of his sides because he really seemed to want her to, and then moved on to his face, because he licked her with that and it was disgusting right now.
He batted her away and she yelped, dropping the hoodie in shock. He hadn't even hit her as hard as she'd been hit in the past--not even close. But she very much hadn't been expecting it. She lost her balance, falling from her knees sideways onto her ass.
Well fine! See if he got his face anywhere close to her bits covered in blood! Stupid jerk! She crossed her arms and pouted, looking away.