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RE: Sanctuary [Closed] - Tindome - 03-20-2017
Always so much drama with this girl. As long as she'd dropped the hoodie, he tried to use it to gently buff at the parts of his face that felt sticky and unpleasant. Then he pushed it back towards her. He nuzzled at her cheek with another lick, this one attempting to be coaxing.
Didn't she want to be good? Wasn't it easier this way, when he didn't have to make her behave? Maybe a teensy little growl would be enough of a warning. Just a little one. He didn't want to scare her.
... he did. He did want to scare her. But just until she behaved, so he wouldn't have to worry about hurting her.
Seriously. Seriously hurting her. A little bit of hurting was sometimes necessary, or else he'd never be able to do anything with her. But serious hurting was only a problem if she was going to be uncooperative.
Which she wasn't this time. Right?
He pulled at her arms to uncross them, trying to coax her into rubbing him again.
Didn't she want to be good? Wasn't it easier this way, when he didn't have to make her behave? Maybe a teensy little growl would be enough of a warning. Just a little one. He didn't want to scare her.
... he did. He did want to scare her. But just until she behaved, so he wouldn't have to worry about hurting her.
Seriously. Seriously hurting her. A little bit of hurting was sometimes necessary, or else he'd never be able to do anything with her. But serious hurting was only a problem if she was going to be uncooperative.
Which she wasn't this time. Right?
He pulled at her arms to uncross them, trying to coax her into rubbing him again.
RE: Sanctuary [Closed] - SolitareLee - 03-20-2017
At least he was cleaning his own face off. She didn't understand why he couldn't just let her do it. She would have done a better job. He nuzzled up against her and she kept her arms crossed, still pouting.
He growled in her ear.
Concerning.
He pulled at her arms, too, and she let him uncross them, a little nervous again. Why did he have to be so hard to predict? But it seemed like he didn't like that she'd stopped rubbing him. Despite the fact he was the one that stopped her.
Tentatively, she put a hand back on his chest. It was cool to the touch.
This was going to turn into a handjob again, wasn't it?
She really didn't want to get her clothes covered in glitter. Her skin still had a sheen to it despite rinsing off, and her hair would probably never be free of the silvery sparkles. But she was pretty damn sure this was going to turn into a handjob. And then probably more. Maybe she could distract him with frosting again.
Maybe she could get him to do that thing with his tail.
Maybe she could distract him with frosting again.
RE: Sanctuary [Closed] - Tindome - 03-20-2017
It was absolutely going to turn into a handjob again.
Especially when she put her hand against his chest. He put his hand over it, because – as he thought he'd made abundantly clear by now – he liked her hands.
He purred. He nuzzled. He put his hand on her so he could enjoy how soft she was without putting her leg in danger. Specifically, her breast. It rested there like the first overture of an awkward teenager, except that he was unaware that he was fondling a secondary sexual characteristic. It was just a nice soft place at a safe distance from legs.
Last time, she'd touched his cock unprompted. But it had already been out and rubbing at her. He wasn't any harder than he ever was, or even particularly aroused – he just wanted to be. He wanted all those nice feelings again, that wonderful stimulation and tension and relief. He wanted to feel the way he'd felt when she'd been good.
Tentatively, he moved her hand a little lower. Just a little. Just to see if she'd take the hint, and do it herself.
Especially when she put her hand against his chest. He put his hand over it, because – as he thought he'd made abundantly clear by now – he liked her hands.
He purred. He nuzzled. He put his hand on her so he could enjoy how soft she was without putting her leg in danger. Specifically, her breast. It rested there like the first overture of an awkward teenager, except that he was unaware that he was fondling a secondary sexual characteristic. It was just a nice soft place at a safe distance from legs.
Last time, she'd touched his cock unprompted. But it had already been out and rubbing at her. He wasn't any harder than he ever was, or even particularly aroused – he just wanted to be. He wanted all those nice feelings again, that wonderful stimulation and tension and relief. He wanted to feel the way he'd felt when she'd been good.
Tentatively, he moved her hand a little lower. Just a little. Just to see if she'd take the hint, and do it herself.
RE: Sanctuary [Closed] - SolitareLee - 03-20-2017
Ooooh, this fuckin' pervert. Coping a feel! Here she is with a bleeding leg, and he's all, 'nooo, pet me, specifically my dick, pet my dick.' Ugh. Men. Or.... dick-demon-bats or whatever. "I've got your number pal," she said sourly, because she knew he couldn't understand. "I know what you're after here. You've just dismembered three people and now you want to party." Dismembered was probably not the right word, but it sounded appropriately dramatic.
She wanted to get out of this without getting her clothes filthy. Realistically, she knew the only way she was getting out of this was for him to come a bunch of times. The obvious solution was to take her clothes off, but that would just move things along faster. She needed to stall. So she decided to just sort of pet and rub where her hand already was, on his chest, and try to work up rather than down. Towards his shoulders. This would be difficult, due primarily to the fact his hands were significantly larger than hers and also he could pretty much make her do whatever he wanted, whereas she could only give him a hard time about it. She sort of wanted to check out his wings anyway. Or maybe his horns. Definitely not his dick or strange bird-feet, anyway, so she would just try to go north and hope that the fact she was petting him would be enough to keep his satisfied, at least for a while.
And if not, well...
At least she knew what shop to break into if she wanted a shower. And she was unlikely to get any more or less pregnant.
RE: Sanctuary [Closed] - Tindome - 03-20-2017
Well… okay. Petting and touching were good. Not really the direction he'd wanted her to go. He thought she probably knew that, too. Didn't want to touch him that way, which bruised his pride. He didn't think it had been that unpleasant for her, the touching part. That part didn't even hurt her. Couldn't she just pretend to like it again? He'd been so nice and helpful, it seemed to him. Surely the least she could do was pretend to like touching him.
He urged her hand lower more forcefully this time, though he still didn't put it directly on or beneath his loincloth. Just over his stomach, over the muscles of his abdomen.
It did not occur to him that he might offer her something in return. He still couldn't sort out what she really liked from what she only seemed to like. He also still thought that not murdering her or breaking any of her limbs ought to be more than enough to earn him goodwill and heavy petting.
And they were working with a limited time budget, besides. He wasn't even sure how much, with no frame of reference for how long the night would last, how soon after sunset she'd arrived.
He urged her hand lower more forcefully this time, though he still didn't put it directly on or beneath his loincloth. Just over his stomach, over the muscles of his abdomen.
It did not occur to him that he might offer her something in return. He still couldn't sort out what she really liked from what she only seemed to like. He also still thought that not murdering her or breaking any of her limbs ought to be more than enough to earn him goodwill and heavy petting.
And they were working with a limited time budget, besides. He wasn't even sure how much, with no frame of reference for how long the night would last, how soon after sunset she'd arrived.
RE: Sanctuary [Closed] - SolitareLee - 03-20-2017
It seemed to be working, for a little bit. But then he pushed her hand lower, rather pointedly. She didn't sigh, but she probably made a face. Should she just get this over with, or keep stalling? She couldn't decide. Well, one thing was sure, this cardigan was coming off. She was not getting it covered in semen. Too bad that boutique hadn't had towels. She began unbuttoning it with one hand while running her other hand over the creatures abs which were... well, all of him was solid, but if it was possible for something to be extra-solid, that's what they were. They were almost like stone, thanks to the cool temperature, but they flexed and moved just like any other muscles. It was curious, and she would have been a lot more curious if it weren't for the fact she knew he was only doing this to get her to suck his dick again.
She pulled her cardigan off all but the hand he was still holding. She didn't think it wise to yank her hand away, and probably couldn't in any case, unless he felt like letting her. She glanced down at her shirt, black with a splash of red that had matched her late hoodie. Now that hoodie was more red then black really.
Well, no point in wrecking the shirt. It was tricky with one hand, but she managed to pull it off over her head around the same time her hand was starting to dip into loincloth territory. She wasn't wearing a bra, because she hadn't been given one with the outfit. Finally shirtless, she got her left hand involved, although probably not where he wanted. If she was going to touch his dick, she was going to touch what she wanted, too. She shifted closer, kneeling between his knees--though it hurt to move her leg, it hurt less bandaged like this. Him being so low to the ground meant that despite his height, she could reach up and run her fingers through his hair. Yep. Still soft. Her fingers traced towards his horns, remembering how he'd liked it when she'd touched them before. She ran curious fingers along the base, then up and along it, not quite gripping or stroking, just... running her fingers along it.
RE: Sanctuary [Closed] - Tindome - 03-20-2017
He watched with interest as she started to strip. He couldn't decide how he felt about it. On the one hand: skin. On the other: the last time she'd taken her shirt off, she'd thrown it at him while trying to run away.
So. Mixed feelings. But as long as she didn't throw it at him again, it was a net positive.
He let her hand go so that she could take it off entirely, trying to help by tugging at it. It occurred to him, as he did so, that if she'd left them on – not the whole cardigan, or shirt, necessarily, but just the sleeves – then her hands would be trapped. Which wasn't much use to him now, when he wanted her to use her hands, but. When he didn't. When he just wanted them still. If she came back, and her leg was better, and she was wearing clothes. Then he could pull off her top, and use it to keep her hands trapped.
This was a thought.
He liked this thought.
He worried a little when she moved, but that dissipated when she touched his hair. He purred loud, that rolling clicking sound, eyes closing as she touched his horns. He liked it best when she touched the base of them, but the stroking was like a tease, the promise that she might grip them the way she had when he'd been inside her.
This was much more effective at distracting him from all the things she wasn't touching.
So. Mixed feelings. But as long as she didn't throw it at him again, it was a net positive.
He let her hand go so that she could take it off entirely, trying to help by tugging at it. It occurred to him, as he did so, that if she'd left them on – not the whole cardigan, or shirt, necessarily, but just the sleeves – then her hands would be trapped. Which wasn't much use to him now, when he wanted her to use her hands, but. When he didn't. When he just wanted them still. If she came back, and her leg was better, and she was wearing clothes. Then he could pull off her top, and use it to keep her hands trapped.
This was a thought.
He liked this thought.
He worried a little when she moved, but that dissipated when she touched his hair. He purred loud, that rolling clicking sound, eyes closing as she touched his horns. He liked it best when she touched the base of them, but the stroking was like a tease, the promise that she might grip them the way she had when he'd been inside her.
This was much more effective at distracting him from all the things she wasn't touching.
RE: Sanctuary [Closed] - SolitareLee - 03-20-2017
Ooh, he liked that. He liked that a lot. That worked, because she sort of liked it to, if only because it was new and she was curious. Dicks were dicks. Horns were pretty unique, at least to her. She took advantage of the fact he'd let her hand go and helped pull off her sleeve to bring her other hand up. He might be cross, and he might insist she put her hand back down south of the border, but she didn't think he'd hit her or anything in order to accomplish that. She knelt up a little straighter, all her weight on the leg that wasn't injured. It was a bit uncomfortable, but with him squatting down so low and her kneeling, they were almost the same height. Almost. Not quite. He still had two or three inches on her. She ran her newly freed hand into his hair as well. She was a bit more cautious of this horn, since it was broken and might be sensitive in a bad way. She stuck to the base, at least for now.
She realized, a little belatedly, that their faces were very close, and she was very curious. But... no. Well. Maybe? No. But if he was intelligent? Er... No, maybe still not. But... Hmm...
She let her hand drop briefly from his hair and ran a curious thumb over his bottom lip. It wasn't soft, surprisingly. She'd never felt a not-soft lip before. It wasn't as hard as the rest of his skin, maybe... more like the level of pliability his dick had. But still quite firm, which was what she'd been curious about. Well, amongst other things.
RE: Sanctuary [Closed] - Tindome - 03-20-2017
He couldn't feel his horns, exactly, except for the pressure put on them. They were built for colliding with things, protecting his skull. He hadn't even noticed the broken horn until he'd felt it with his fingers. It irritated him mostly for reasons of pride, but it was also an uncomfortable reminder. When he was dormant, he was breakable. It could as easily have been a claw, or part of his wing. A symbol of mortality for someone who shouldn't have even had time to think about it.
His scalp at the base of his horns, however, was sensitive. Pressure there, too, of horn against skin, and it felt nice to have those spots touched and rubbed and otherwise toyed with. When she ran her fingers through his hair, that was a different kind of nice. It wasn't the same as when he did it himself. He didn't know what it made him feel, but it was something.
Longing, maybe.
He opened his eyes when she touched his mouth. Her face was closer than he'd expected. He liked looking at her face. He wanted… he didn't know what. Tentatively, he leaned forward enough that his forehead touched hers.
His scalp at the base of his horns, however, was sensitive. Pressure there, too, of horn against skin, and it felt nice to have those spots touched and rubbed and otherwise toyed with. When she ran her fingers through his hair, that was a different kind of nice. It wasn't the same as when he did it himself. He didn't know what it made him feel, but it was something.
Longing, maybe.
He opened his eyes when she touched his mouth. Her face was closer than he'd expected. He liked looking at her face. He wanted… he didn't know what. Tentatively, he leaned forward enough that his forehead touched hers.
RE: Sanctuary [Closed] - SolitareLee - 03-20-2017
His face was bigger than hers, too. Actually, every single part of him was bigger than whatever she had in that area. If they measured his pecs versus her breasts, she STILL might not win. She hadn't really been able to see his eyes before, not this clearly. They were a stormy sort of grey. That didn't really surprise her; all of him was grey, it seemed. Just different shades, sometimes.
She looked into them, wondering what was back there. Once again wondering just how clever he was. Was he sentient? What even was sentience? She didn't know; she'd never really considered it before. She had animal friends plenty. Her rats seemed pretty clever. But they were clever in a different way, how they seemed to know what she wanted automatically. Not like him, a wild, unpredictable sort of clever. The kind of thinking that could prompt him to behave so absolutely bewilderingly.
Was it thinking? Or was he just weird?
He leaned his head forward just a bit, tapping his forehead against hers.
Was she just fooling herself, here? Maybe she was the dumb one, tricking herself into thinking there was more in there than there was, because she wanted there to be.
She couldn't tell, and it frustrated her.
But when it came right down to it, she'd already fucked him. If he was an animal, she'd already done something really messed up. A couple somethings. And she was going to be doing them again probably in like five minutes. Was this really any worse?
At least she wanted this part.
She tilted her head to the side, carefully, and brought her lips to his. She wasn't sure what to expect... it might be like kissing a statue, or he might shove that weird tongue of his down her throat. Who knew. But one hand in his hair and one cradling the side of his face, eyes closed, kissing...
It felt strangely normal, like it wasn't the weirdest thing she'd ever done. Kissing was what normal people did.
RE: Sanctuary [Closed] - Tindome - 03-20-2017
His eyes widened. This… was new. New like so many things were new, but this felt different than those things in ways he couldn't pinpoint. Soft lips and a warm mouth pressed against his. It felt close. She was touching his face, and so he ventured to cup her face in his hands, the way he'd done before. He pressed his lips more forcefully to hers, a purr thrumming through him that couldn't escape.
Could he taste her? Would that ruin it? He could feel it somewhere in the core of him that this was different from when he'd tasted her mouth before, explorations of his mouth as he looked for things he could use. He didn't want to break this, turning the one thing into the other. He didn't want to lose this feeling of closeness and warmth, like nuzzling at her skin and yet not like that at all.
But he wanted more. And he wanted to taste her.
His tongue brushed her lips just a little, hesitant, wanting to see. As with so many things, he didn't know where the boundaries were, and so he'd push forward little by little until he found them.
Could he taste her? Would that ruin it? He could feel it somewhere in the core of him that this was different from when he'd tasted her mouth before, explorations of his mouth as he looked for things he could use. He didn't want to break this, turning the one thing into the other. He didn't want to lose this feeling of closeness and warmth, like nuzzling at her skin and yet not like that at all.
But he wanted more. And he wanted to taste her.
His tongue brushed her lips just a little, hesitant, wanting to see. As with so many things, he didn't know where the boundaries were, and so he'd push forward little by little until he found them.
RE: Sanctuary [Closed] - SolitareLee - 03-20-2017
This was... definitely kissing. She didn't have a great deal of experience with kissing, but this was definitely it. She felt his hands against her face, dwarfing her, still cold. But it didn't feel bad. It felt warm in a different sort of way; warm like affection, warm like the fuzzy feeling she got curled in a whole pile of rats, but without any of the literal warm or fuzziness. Strange. She felt a tongue brush against her lips. Cautiously, she parted her own lips, just a little, just enough to explore his lips with her tongue as well. Which inevitably turned into exploring his tongue with hers, a little. It had a different shape than hers. She knew it to be much longer.
He tasted strange. A little... dusty? His lips were a little salty, but not like people-salt, like rock salt. His tongue was a little sweet. Like, sugar sweet almost. She couldn't quite place it. It was too faint. She opened her mouth a little wider as she pushed against him, more and more curious.
She slid her hand from the side of his face, back, so she could wrap an arm over his shoulders, hand draping over his back where it met his neck. She couldn't really pull him closer, couldn't really pull him anywhere, and yet she was trying to get closer nonetheless.
Kissing, like two kids skipping classes, hiding in the dark of a stairwell. The thought made her giggle a bit into the kiss. Stupid. Normally stupid, so unlike finding something hard and cold as stone that came glitter and couldn't decide where it wanted to place her in a game of kill, fuck, or marry.
RE: Sanctuary [Closed] - Tindome - 03-21-2017
She was tasting him with her warm pink little tongue, and he just...
"Mmmph."
It was possibly the most human sound he'd made so far. She wrapped her arm around him as best she could, her tongue against his, and he moaned into her mouth. He wrapped an arm around her waist, and his legs didn't give out exactly, but he sort of tipped. His weight rested on his left leg, curled sideways beneath him, his other leg still bent upright. One wing was folded tight to stay off the ground, the other resting comfortably. His tail trailed off in the other direction, the tip of it curling into the air and then hitting the ground.
thump thump thump thump
It let him coax her closer, wanting to hold her in his lap but still scared to touch her leg and set her off again. His chest felt too small to contain himself, and he wanted her skin against his – not in any lascivious way, just skin-to-skin contact and all that warmth it held.
"Mmmph."
It was possibly the most human sound he'd made so far. She wrapped her arm around him as best she could, her tongue against his, and he moaned into her mouth. He wrapped an arm around her waist, and his legs didn't give out exactly, but he sort of tipped. His weight rested on his left leg, curled sideways beneath him, his other leg still bent upright. One wing was folded tight to stay off the ground, the other resting comfortably. His tail trailed off in the other direction, the tip of it curling into the air and then hitting the ground.
thump thump thump thump
It let him coax her closer, wanting to hold her in his lap but still scared to touch her leg and set her off again. His chest felt too small to contain himself, and he wanted her skin against his – not in any lascivious way, just skin-to-skin contact and all that warmth it held.
RE: Sanctuary [Closed] - SolitareLee - 03-21-2017
He moaned into the kiss, which might have been enough to make her forget he wasn't human if it weren't for the fact she was tasting salt and sugar and dust and cold. And also for the fact that after a moment, she could hear his tail thumping against the ground like a happy dog. He sort of folded, almost as if he lost balance or his legs gave out from under him. The thought that she made him fall down, that she made him weak, shot a thrill clean through her that had her growling lightly into the kiss.
Bit of a role reversal, that.
Drunk on the illusion of power, she put one hand on his chest and pushed. At the same time, she climbed into his lap, straddling the one leg that had fallen onto the ground. It made her leg hurt, but she didn't really care. She pushed again, more insistently. Could he even lay down, with wings like that? She had no idea, but she was going to find out.
Her kiss was mirroring her newfound enthusiasm, growing more hungry and more aggressive. Pushing against him, pulling back enough to give his lip a little nip he probably couldn't even feel, then pushing back again, deeper, letting his tongue a little more into her mouth, where she could taste that strange, sweet tang even better.
RE: Sanctuary [Closed] - Tindome - 03-21-2017
"Mmmph!"
She growled! She could growl? What did that mean!
He fell back as she pushed him, because he didn't know what she was trying to accomplish but he wanted to find out. He thought. He was pretty sure. He tried to spread his wings just-so to let him lie on his back in relative comfort, and they curled up on either side of him, his hips moving as he tried to get his tail just right.
A pinched tail was very uncomfortable.
He could definitely recognize aggression, as a concept. Behaving the way that he did, almost. Did that mean she wanted him in the same way? His tail continued thumping against the floor, purring into her mouth. He ran his tongue along hers, moaned again. His hand splayed out over her back, nearly spanning her ribcage. He still wasn't over her warmth and her softness, maybe if he touched her enough it would feel like an ordinary thing but instead she felt made for comfort and good feelings and he wanted all of them.
She growled! She could growl? What did that mean!
He fell back as she pushed him, because he didn't know what she was trying to accomplish but he wanted to find out. He thought. He was pretty sure. He tried to spread his wings just-so to let him lie on his back in relative comfort, and they curled up on either side of him, his hips moving as he tried to get his tail just right.
A pinched tail was very uncomfortable.
He could definitely recognize aggression, as a concept. Behaving the way that he did, almost. Did that mean she wanted him in the same way? His tail continued thumping against the floor, purring into her mouth. He ran his tongue along hers, moaned again. His hand splayed out over her back, nearly spanning her ribcage. He still wasn't over her warmth and her softness, maybe if he touched her enough it would feel like an ordinary thing but instead she felt made for comfort and good feelings and he wanted all of them.