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RE: Sanctuary [Closed] - Tindome - 03-23-2017
He managed, if only just, to catch her leg and duck his head sideways and out of the way. Just as soon as he caught it, he'd pinned it to the floor, and roared as loud and as furious as a wounded lion.
It was as close as he had the capacity to get to what the fuck.
Why! Why would she do that! What possible reason could she have for doing that! He'd licked her and kissed her and kept her leg safe, so why! What if she hurt her leg more? What if he hurt her leg, pinning it down like this!
He was confused and angry and a little bit distraught, and he considered ramming into her harder, hurting her until she gave up and learned her lesson. He did thrust, once, just to make a point. But she was making awful sounds again, and knowing what she could sound like made them worse.
Why did she always have to ruin everything?
With one hand holding her bad leg, he put the other against her torso, and pushed her against the ground she was already pinned to with a bark of a roar. Stay. Then he pulled out of her, grumbling growls all the while as he retrieved her hoodie.
Stupid tiny idiot human didn't even know when to lie there and take it and behave her damn self.
When he came back, he used his feet to hold the calf of her leg, trying to keep it relatively straight as his hands worked on her hoodie. He claws dug into the stitches until the sleeve came away from the rest of it. He dropped the body of her hoodie, a little spitefully, over her head with a hmph.
How had she done it before? Carefully, he tore into the fabric, slicing it in a sort of spiral until it was one long strip. Like this, maybe? Then he hooked his claw into her previous bandage, and cut it away. It was obviously ruined now, since it was letting her blood get out.
Still gripping her leg, he slowly and gently pressed a clean patch of fabric from the inside of her sleeve to the wound. Then he lifted it off the ground just enough that he could wind the cloth around her limb, and then tie it.
He'd only seen a knot happen once. It was slow going. But eventually, it did stay where he wanted it to.
"Hmph."
There. All better. No thanks to her. Idiot.
It was as close as he had the capacity to get to what the fuck.
Why! Why would she do that! What possible reason could she have for doing that! He'd licked her and kissed her and kept her leg safe, so why! What if she hurt her leg more? What if he hurt her leg, pinning it down like this!
He was confused and angry and a little bit distraught, and he considered ramming into her harder, hurting her until she gave up and learned her lesson. He did thrust, once, just to make a point. But she was making awful sounds again, and knowing what she could sound like made them worse.
Why did she always have to ruin everything?
With one hand holding her bad leg, he put the other against her torso, and pushed her against the ground she was already pinned to with a bark of a roar. Stay. Then he pulled out of her, grumbling growls all the while as he retrieved her hoodie.
Stupid tiny idiot human didn't even know when to lie there and take it and behave her damn self.
When he came back, he used his feet to hold the calf of her leg, trying to keep it relatively straight as his hands worked on her hoodie. He claws dug into the stitches until the sleeve came away from the rest of it. He dropped the body of her hoodie, a little spitefully, over her head with a hmph.
How had she done it before? Carefully, he tore into the fabric, slicing it in a sort of spiral until it was one long strip. Like this, maybe? Then he hooked his claw into her previous bandage, and cut it away. It was obviously ruined now, since it was letting her blood get out.
Still gripping her leg, he slowly and gently pressed a clean patch of fabric from the inside of her sleeve to the wound. Then he lifted it off the ground just enough that he could wind the cloth around her limb, and then tie it.
He'd only seen a knot happen once. It was slow going. But eventually, it did stay where he wanted it to.
"Hmph."
There. All better. No thanks to her. Idiot.
RE: Sanctuary [Closed] - SolitareLee - 03-23-2017
She couldn't even manage to kick him in the face properly. She felt her rat, at the edges of her awareness, clawing her way out of the hoodie, fully intent to attack whatever was hurting Ren. Ren was momentarily distracted forcing her to stay put, through means she did not particularly understand but could always do and assumed anyone else could too. She was dead. No reason for Phoebe the rat to die too.
The creature wrenched her leg and roared an earth-shattering, furious roar, and Ren whimpered, arms wrapped around herself like it might somehow protect her. They had been doing so well. Why had he started being so rough? He rammed into even harder, slamming against her cervix with enough force that she feared it might finally break. She screamed and sobbed and tried to twist away and, of course, failed.
When he pulled out of her, she was expecting something worse, some act of violence. He pushed his weight against her stomach, hard enough to make her lose the air in her lungs, and roared again. She whimpered, her hands going between her legs the second he was off of her. She covered herself as if it could even possibly keep him from going back in if he wanted to. Cold silver oozed over her hands and as soon as he was all the way off her, she curled up into a little ball on the ground, unmoving save for little shakes and twitching. Waiting for a kick to the side or something similar.
Instead, she had her bad leg once more pulled, straight out this time. He pinned it down and she whimpered again, hands still desperately covering herself. He was...
He was attempting to rebandage her leg.
...he...thought the problem was her leg.
He dropped her hoodie unceremoniously on her face, which startled her, but gave her a moment to grip it and attempt to soothe the frantic rat inside. She was terrified and furious and probably didn't understand why Ren wouldn't let her chew the monster's face off. Ren just tried to calm her as the creature roughly and clumsily rebound her injured leg. Then she put the remains of her now-sleeveless hoodie off to the side. She hoped Phoebe would have the good sense to run if Ren got squished flat. This wasn't a situation a pocket rat could help with.
Ren stared up at the strange creature, eyes full of fear, wondering if he was clever enough to understand. If he was clever enough she could make him understand.
Keeping one hand still covering herself--as if it could really stop him--she pointed at the injured leg. "Hurt," she said as clearly as she could. "Hurt."
Then she pointed to her other leg. "Not hurt. Fine. Fine." Injured leg. "Hurt." Non-injured leg. "Fine." Then, a desperate last ditch effort, she pointed between her legs. "Hurt," she said, voice practically begging him to understand. "Hurt."
Desperate for anything else she could offer a furious, horny hellbeast, she pointed to her mouth. "Fine." Vagina. "Hurt." Mouth. "Fine."
Please, dear god, let her be right about his intelligence level.
RE: Sanctuary [Closed] - Tindome - 03-23-2017
He was only marginally mollified by her little shows of submission, but even the cowering irritated him. He'd been nice! He hadn't wanted to hurt her! That was her own stupid fault, for being stupid.
The hands covering herself did nothing to improve his temper.
His tail lashed as he watched her try to communicate… something. He could tell that was what she was doing, and he understood pointing just fine. Bad thing, good thing? Thing he couldn't touch, and thing he could? He knew this. He was well aware of the leg situation. She had made the leg situation abundantly clear, and he'd tried to be very careful, and it had done him no good whatsoever.
Don't touch. Bad. Why? Had he somehow wounded her insides? That didn't even make sense. She'd been okay before. Except for the crying.
… surely his semen wasn't hurting her, somehow.
Surely not.
Okay. There was an explanation for this that didn't involve his fluids being somehow hurty. Maybe it was too much. Maybe she was too full. She was very small, and he had a lot of seed, and obviously at least some of it ended up overflowing. Maybe he just needed to give her time to make room.
This was a better explanation, because it was more convenient for him, even if it put a serious damper on his previous fantasies.
He cautiously reached out to rub her stomach with his hand. She didn't feel all swollen up and full. She still felt soft, and nice. How would he know when she had room for more? How long would it take? Was once a night all he would ever be able to get?
Her mouth wasn't injured. Her mouth worked fine. He could touch her mouth.
Grumpy and cautious, he pressed his lips to hers.
The hands covering herself did nothing to improve his temper.
His tail lashed as he watched her try to communicate… something. He could tell that was what she was doing, and he understood pointing just fine. Bad thing, good thing? Thing he couldn't touch, and thing he could? He knew this. He was well aware of the leg situation. She had made the leg situation abundantly clear, and he'd tried to be very careful, and it had done him no good whatsoever.
Don't touch. Bad. Why? Had he somehow wounded her insides? That didn't even make sense. She'd been okay before. Except for the crying.
… surely his semen wasn't hurting her, somehow.
Surely not.
Okay. There was an explanation for this that didn't involve his fluids being somehow hurty. Maybe it was too much. Maybe she was too full. She was very small, and he had a lot of seed, and obviously at least some of it ended up overflowing. Maybe he just needed to give her time to make room.
This was a better explanation, because it was more convenient for him, even if it put a serious damper on his previous fantasies.
He cautiously reached out to rub her stomach with his hand. She didn't feel all swollen up and full. She still felt soft, and nice. How would he know when she had room for more? How long would it take? Was once a night all he would ever be able to get?
Her mouth wasn't injured. Her mouth worked fine. He could touch her mouth.
Grumpy and cautious, he pressed his lips to hers.
RE: Sanctuary [Closed] - SolitareLee - 03-23-2017
He was watching her through narrowed eyes, tail lashing furiously behind him. She tried very hard to communicate clearly despite the fact that both her voice and her entire body were shaking with pain and fear. Mostly fear. She wasn't entirely convinced he didn't intend to fuck her to death. But the bandaging of her leg--kind of shittily, but he was working with limited dexterity--seemed to provide further evidence that he wanted her in one piece. Maybe he was just really shitty at knowing what that meant? Maybe he didn't realize how comparatively fragile she was. After all, his murder of that man had been almost comically over the top. It was unnecessary to kill someone so hard that their skull became liquid. Perhaps he vastly overestimated human toughness in general.
He looked grumpy, but a little less blindly furious. She flinched when he reached our for her, but relaxed slightly when he just ran a hand over her stomach, pushing more gently than he had. She cramped a little from the bruising of her cervix, the spasm causing another little burst of cold semen to soak her hand.
Okay. He was getting it, maybe. Maybe. He was getting something, because he wasn't shoving her back onto the ground and fucking her unconscious. Progress?
She'd been expecting her absolute best case scenario to be a face fuck that DIDN'T suffocate her, so when he leaned forward to kiss her again, it was a huge relief. The tenseness in her back and shoulders relaxed a little and she parted her lips for him, a bit. Kissing was nice. Not being broken in half was even nicer. She reached out with the hand slightly less dripping with semen, running a hand blindly down his abdomen to find his cock. He'd liked rubbing before. She could do that again. As many times as he wanted, so long as he wouldn't hurt her.
RE: Sanctuary [Closed] - Tindome - 03-23-2017
He'd liked the kissing better before, but it was still nice. Even nicer when she stopped shaking so much. The shaking always seemed very accusatory, and he did not at all care for it.
Touching his cock was even nicer. An affirmation that she was not afraid of his cock in general, or unwilling to please him. She was just… delicate, was all.
Positions were turning out to be the second most complicated part of this whole thing, right after her weird fragile body. He was still trying to figure out sitting. The thick base of his tail did not work comfortably with certain configurations, but he'd liked it when she'd been sort of straddling him before. It was a closeness that crouching did not allow for. Leaning forward the way he had earlier also didn't leave enough room. So this time he tried tucking his tail between his legs, so that it draped up over his calves when he sat cross-legged. His posture was theoretically atrocious, his spine curved so his tail could lie against the ground, but it was more comfortable than some other things he'd tried.
This way, most importantly of all, he could pull her into his lap to sit on his thigh. He made sure her legs were draped out straight, trying to fix her panties and keep her thighs together so that she'd know her insides were safe. Then he wrapped his arms around her to hold her close, and kissed her with greater confidence, purring when she touched him.
Touching his cock was even nicer. An affirmation that she was not afraid of his cock in general, or unwilling to please him. She was just… delicate, was all.
Positions were turning out to be the second most complicated part of this whole thing, right after her weird fragile body. He was still trying to figure out sitting. The thick base of his tail did not work comfortably with certain configurations, but he'd liked it when she'd been sort of straddling him before. It was a closeness that crouching did not allow for. Leaning forward the way he had earlier also didn't leave enough room. So this time he tried tucking his tail between his legs, so that it draped up over his calves when he sat cross-legged. His posture was theoretically atrocious, his spine curved so his tail could lie against the ground, but it was more comfortable than some other things he'd tried.
This way, most importantly of all, he could pull her into his lap to sit on his thigh. He made sure her legs were draped out straight, trying to fix her panties and keep her thighs together so that she'd know her insides were safe. Then he wrapped his arms around her to hold her close, and kissed her with greater confidence, purring when she touched him.
RE: Sanctuary [Closed] - SolitareLee - 03-23-2017
It was kind of weird, sometimes. The ways his body moved. His legs weren't quite like hers, and he had extra bits to account for, like his wings and tail. During the limited times around him when she wasn't terrified out of her mind, she was mostly curious. His supposed intelligence only made her more curious. What was he?
But she was a bit too busy at the moment to be too distracted by such thoughts. She was nervous when he pulled her up onto his lap... although a position where she was on top would at least arguably give her a bit more control. But he straddled her against his thigh, instead, and then moved in to continue kissing her.
She may have inadvertently gotten a demon addicted to kissing.
That was weird to think about.
But she didn't mind it much herself. She could taste herself on his lips, which was strange, but she could also taste little hints of sugar and salt that she'd been enjoying so much earlier.
She moved her other hand to his cock as well, with only a little shifting necessary. She couldn't wrap one hand all the way around him, after all.
And the idiot wondered why she was sore...
Both his length and her hands were an absolute mess of glittery semen, so it was a very wet, somewhat noisy handjob. She didn't mind. At that moment, she was so happy not to be dead or in pain that she would have rolled in the stuff if he'd asked her to.
...which she might end up inadvertently doing, she realized, because if he came in this position, he'd probably soak her entire front half. And possibly his, too.
RE: Sanctuary [Closed] - Tindome - 03-23-2017
He could make this work. This was definitely workable. Just because she didn't have her legs spread beneath him didn't mean this wasn't working.
A pretty girl full of cum in his lap was definitely nothing to turn his nose up at.
Especially working his cock with two noisy hands.
One hand cupped her face as he kissed her more fervently, his other arm still holding her close against his chest. He moaned into her mouth, his wings curling around them, deliberate rather than involuntary. Possessive, protective. His.
Thinking of her as being fragile and eager to please and doing her best may not have been the most accurate, but it was making her much cuter. It was also much more flattering to his ego. He'd hurt her accidentally a little, but now she'd forgiven him, and would do whatever she could to please him. Yes? Yes.
How did he coax her to make the good noises again when he couldn't touch her? He might not have understood her exactly when she spoke, but he had a general understanding of tone. If she could just make a few good sounds, a few yes thank you I love being here and touching your wonderful cock sounds, all her earlier behavior would be forgotten.
He took his mouth from hers, and tried to use his thumb on her chin to suggest she open her mouth. Then maybe sounds would happen naturally? He tilted his head a little, forehead pressed to hers, watching her face and listening intently.
A pretty girl full of cum in his lap was definitely nothing to turn his nose up at.
Especially working his cock with two noisy hands.
One hand cupped her face as he kissed her more fervently, his other arm still holding her close against his chest. He moaned into her mouth, his wings curling around them, deliberate rather than involuntary. Possessive, protective. His.
Thinking of her as being fragile and eager to please and doing her best may not have been the most accurate, but it was making her much cuter. It was also much more flattering to his ego. He'd hurt her accidentally a little, but now she'd forgiven him, and would do whatever she could to please him. Yes? Yes.
How did he coax her to make the good noises again when he couldn't touch her? He might not have understood her exactly when she spoke, but he had a general understanding of tone. If she could just make a few good sounds, a few yes thank you I love being here and touching your wonderful cock sounds, all her earlier behavior would be forgotten.
He took his mouth from hers, and tried to use his thumb on her chin to suggest she open her mouth. Then maybe sounds would happen naturally? He tilted his head a little, forehead pressed to hers, watching her face and listening intently.
RE: Sanctuary [Closed] - SolitareLee - 03-23-2017
His irritation from earlier seemed almost entirely forgotten now, to Ren's relief. Perhaps "when all else fails, kick him in the face and start crying" was not the best of lessons to learn. But hey. If it worked... Although she was still a little worried. Come to think of it, he'd gone twice right away the first time too, hadn't he? Did that mean he was done after two, or did that imply an ungodly (possibly literally) stamina? The night was much younger now than when she'd first showed up yesterday, and it had been maybe half an hour before sunrise by the time he'd let her go.
And she had maybe gotten ninety minutes of stolen sleep since then.
Was he going to keep her at this all night? Eventually she'd lose the ability to pleasure him or fight him off.
She tried to fight off that fear and focus on his cock and his lips. His lips were nice. He kept moaning and let out these little breathy growls against her mouth. And when she felt his wings settle around her back, she let out a pleased little shudder despite her fear. Or perhaps because of it. She had a lot of weirdly crossed wires and no time for an electrician.
He pulled her off his mouth, hand cupping her chin to pull her mouth open. She flushed, not entirely sure why or what it was she was finding attractive. Maybe it was the intense, but sort of lazy way he was looking at her, as if there was something he expected her to already know she should be doing.
Unfortunately, she didn't actually know.
Um, okay, she was smart. Something with her mouth, something involving her mouth being open. But not kissing, because he'd just stopped that. Did... did he want her to suck his cock now? It would be a bit tricky to get into position, with his wings around them like this... but if she wiggled backwards a little, slid her legs to the side and sort of... half laid across his lap... Yes, alright. This would work. She was a bit contorted, do a degree that would probably be significantly uncomfortable to a less flexible person, but...
She managed to get her lips around the head of his cock. It was very messy, beyond soaked with sticky seed and her own juices. She tried her best to suck it a bit clean before pausing to lick up and around the sides of his shaft, cleaning him off. She tilted her eyes up towards him, hunting for an expression. Good? Yes? What he wanted?
RE: Sanctuary [Closed] - Tindome - 03-23-2017
Well.
Okay.
That wasn't what he'd been going for, but her willingness to put her mouth on his cock at the slightest provocation was hardly a reason for complaint. Watching her lap up cum until her tongue glittered was enough to make it twitch in her mouth. He ran his claws through her hair, hesitant.
It was good, and she was good. He didn't want her to think she wasn't good. How could he make her do what he wanted without making her think she'd done a bad thing?
She was so small, and so delicate.
Okay. This was okay. He would be careful, and gentle, and make her understand, and she would like it. Maybe. His knuckle under her chin tilted her head upward, coaxed her higher until he could kiss her again. She tasted like sex. He liked that even better. He tried to urge her back into his lap with hands on her arms, trying to balance his desire to guide her with the fragility of her skin.
He wanted to hold her close again. Was that so strange a thing to want? He wrapped his arm around her waist, and pushed her hands back onto his cock.
This was the hard part. He tried to tap on his chin, toward his mouth. "Ah." Noise. Yes? Making noise. Then he tapped on her chin.
Okay.
That wasn't what he'd been going for, but her willingness to put her mouth on his cock at the slightest provocation was hardly a reason for complaint. Watching her lap up cum until her tongue glittered was enough to make it twitch in her mouth. He ran his claws through her hair, hesitant.
It was good, and she was good. He didn't want her to think she wasn't good. How could he make her do what he wanted without making her think she'd done a bad thing?
She was so small, and so delicate.
Okay. This was okay. He would be careful, and gentle, and make her understand, and she would like it. Maybe. His knuckle under her chin tilted her head upward, coaxed her higher until he could kiss her again. She tasted like sex. He liked that even better. He tried to urge her back into his lap with hands on her arms, trying to balance his desire to guide her with the fragility of her skin.
He wanted to hold her close again. Was that so strange a thing to want? He wrapped his arm around her waist, and pushed her hands back onto his cock.
This was the hard part. He tried to tap on his chin, toward his mouth. "Ah." Noise. Yes? Making noise. Then he tapped on her chin.
RE: Sanctuary [Closed] - SolitareLee - 03-23-2017
He didn't seem to dislike it, as she swallowed silvery cum by the mouthful. She shivered when he ran his claws through her hair; she could feel the points against her scalp. Not painful, but sharp. Maybe it was the sharp relief from fear, flooding her with endorphins. Maybe it was the way his wings enclosed them, casting everything into peaceful darkness, the scant light that slipped through making his come all over her glitter like stars. He was guiding her with careful fingers and knuckles, not scratching her. It didn't feel like he was being careful, it felt like he was just moving her the way he wanted her to move. But she knew he had to be being careful, because she kept experiencing what happened when he didn't realize he had to be.
Her head back up away from his cock so he could kiss her. She was confused. What kind of man pulled you away from his cock for a kiss? Precisely none of them, ever, in the history of men, so far as Ren's experience went.
He half-guided, half-pulled her back up onto his lap. Her hands back down to his cock as he kissed her. Her eyes slid half-shut. Why was she feeling good? Was it the kissing? He did taste good; it wasn't that his come tasted bad--it was that his lips tasted better, and his tongue better still.
He pulled out of this kiss and she stared at him through half-lidded eyes. He still wanted something from her. Something to do with her mouth. Something not kissing and not sucking his cock, and she wasn't really sure what else she could do with her mouth.
He made a weird sort of noise. Then tapped on her chin.
...Noise? She blinked in confusion. He wanted her to... make noise? Bewildered, she decided to just try and mimic him. "A-ah?" she tried, uncertain as to what making noise in this context could possibly--
...........
Wait.
She narrowed her eyes slightly.
There was no way he was asking for her to moan was there? That was ridiculous, right? She'd been asked to do that during sex before, particularly blowjobs. Moan like she liked it, say ridiculous, often humiliating things. But how could a weird demon thing that didn't seem to be capable of speaking want that?
Also, it was embarrassing. She flushed at the very notion. Not to mention, what if she started, and that hadn't been what he was after, and he judged her for it? Her cheeks were starting to flame bright, bright red at the mere concept. Then she thought about how she was embarrassed at being judged by a creature whose life appeared to consist of murdering men and fucking women, and she was even more embarrassed, just by herself in general.
She'd... try just a little one... to see if it was what he was after. Face flaming, she tried to find something erotic enough to coax a moan out of her when she was this mortified. Okay um... Things she liked. His wings, those were nice, the way they were wrapped around her. His eyes when they fixed on hers, the way it felt when he made a demand instead of just throwing her to the ground and taking what he wanted. The illusion of choice. When she climbed on top of him. When he'd murdered three men who tried to hurt her.
She kept her eyes closed, slid closer to his chest, and managed a soft, quiet moan. She felt mortified immediately and snapped her mouth shut. Maybe she could play it off if she sneezed or something. Fuck.
RE: Sanctuary [Closed] - Tindome - 03-23-2017
She seemed confused; he was learning to recognize confusion. It seemed like this wasn't how things were supposed to go. She knew better than he did, after all.
But he was big and strong and could do whatever he wanted. And he wanted to hold her.
Her first little sound was tentative, unnatural. Then she started to blush, and he stroked her cheek. He associated turning red with good things. It was cute.
Then she shut her eyes, and moved close, and moaned. Quiet, but there. He thrust into her hands, the effect immediate. He tilted his head down to nuzzle at her hair and her neck, purring.
Yes. Good. Good little human. More of that.
But he was big and strong and could do whatever he wanted. And he wanted to hold her.
Her first little sound was tentative, unnatural. Then she started to blush, and he stroked her cheek. He associated turning red with good things. It was cute.
Then she shut her eyes, and moved close, and moaned. Quiet, but there. He thrust into her hands, the effect immediate. He tilted his head down to nuzzle at her hair and her neck, purring.
Yes. Good. Good little human. More of that.
RE: Sanctuary [Closed] - SolitareLee - 03-23-2017
yEP. That... that was the thing. The thing he was after. Her moaning. He, uh. Liked that.
She buried her face against his shoulder--more the front than the top, because she was short and he was huge--face burning so crimson she feared she might spontaneously combust. This stupid guy was so weird! Wanting her to kiss him and moan and stuff! Coming all over the place, and wanting to do it a bunch, at that! Most folks were just wham-bam-thank-you-ma'am. The last guy she lived with, she'd blow him under his desk while he worked and he'd act like he was doing her a favor. There was none of this... noisy moaning and glitter everywhere.
Her next noise was more of a whimper than a moan. The next one hit "whine." She wasn't very good at this, she suspected.
Okay. She couldn't be expected to do this on her own. Right? Right! She'd moaned plenty when he'd been eating her out; he couldn't just expect her to, to... moan on command! Right? Right! He'd need to do something! Like, um...
Well, his mouth was right by her neck. But she couldn't coax him, because her hands were very busy with his cock, and despite her cleaning, if she reached up for his hair, she'd absolutely smear come in it and he'd probably get mad.
Well, leading by example had worked pretty well for both of them thus far. She nestled as far up towards where his shoulder met his neck as she could, and bit. Not too hard, but... well, she probably could have chomped down like a wolf if she'd wanted; she doubted it would have hurt him.
Monkey see, monkey do. You moan, I moan. I bite, you bite. Then I moan more. He could figure it out. Hopefully.
RE: Sanctuary [Closed] - Tindome - 03-24-2017
Her face was warm to the point of hot, pressed against his always-cold skin. He stroked her hair as she continued stroking his cock and whimpering.
Not quite what he was hoping for. But she'd whined in good ways, before, all helpless with desire. There was some precedent for it being a good sound.
It was an enormous surprise when, apparently out of nowhere, she bit the crook of his neck. His breath caught, and his cock twitched in her hand, and he was confused. She hadn't done that before. Was it supposed to be arousing? It was arousing either way, but he couldn't tell if that was her intent.
He'd nipped at her skin before, hadn't he? Not on purpose, but he had. This could be her way of letting him know that she'd liked it, the way he liked when she made noises.
Okay. This could work. If he'd understood her right. He just had to be careful.
He bent and nuzzled at her neck again, and gave her shoulder a few cautious little nips. Then, at the crook of her neck, he tried pressing the points of his teeth more firmly into her skin. Not enough to make her bleed, just a cautious bite.
Not quite what he was hoping for. But she'd whined in good ways, before, all helpless with desire. There was some precedent for it being a good sound.
It was an enormous surprise when, apparently out of nowhere, she bit the crook of his neck. His breath caught, and his cock twitched in her hand, and he was confused. She hadn't done that before. Was it supposed to be arousing? It was arousing either way, but he couldn't tell if that was her intent.
He'd nipped at her skin before, hadn't he? Not on purpose, but he had. This could be her way of letting him know that she'd liked it, the way he liked when she made noises.
Okay. This could work. If he'd understood her right. He just had to be careful.
He bent and nuzzled at her neck again, and gave her shoulder a few cautious little nips. Then, at the crook of her neck, he tried pressing the points of his teeth more firmly into her skin. Not enough to make her bleed, just a cautious bite.
RE: Sanctuary [Closed] - SolitareLee - 03-24-2017
There was probably an intense sort of irony in the way they were learning to communicate. When she wasn't naked in his lap, hands stroking his cock, trying to make herself moan for his pleasure, she'd probably think a lot about it. She'd read quite a few anthropology and human psychology books, before. She hadn't really understood all of it, but she knew enough to know this was super fascinating from like, a scientific standpoint. Although it was probably not the normal method of experimentation to involve his dick so much. That had never been her idea, though. He was just involving his dick all willy-nilly, and she had to roll with it.
She might not have had to roll so vigorously or with so much enthusiasm at times, but whatever.
The thing was, the thing was, it was working. They were communicating, after a sense. She managed to communicate that she needed him to not break her vagina, and he hadn't. He'd told her to moan. She'd told him to bite her. If they could turn that to non-sexual things, they'd be making real progress.
But, uh, later.
Because right now, he was biting her neck.
She let out a moan in earnest, not as loud as it could have been, because he wasn't biting as hard as he could have been. But that was probably for the best, because if he did, he would tear her throat out. That thought made her moan a bit more, not because she particularly wanted her throat ripped out, but because maybe he could and just didn't.
"Yes," she let out, between a hiss and a moan. "Fuck." If he wanted to make her moan, she could think of some great ways to show him how. She worked his cock a bit faster, now more enthusiastic about the whole situation. She kind of wanted her mouth on his cock, now, but she also wanted his mouth on her neck more, and he wanted her to moan and she couldn't do that as easily choking on cock. So instead she worked it with her hands, soft and hard, imagining what it would be like when he came into the tiny little space he'd made for her, tucked between his lap, his chest, his wings, and his mouth. Would silver glitter cover her whole body? She'd never get it off.
She let another moan against his shoulder.
RE: Sanctuary [Closed] - Tindome - 03-24-2017
Yes! Yes. That was exactly what he wanted. He didn't know what she was saying, if she was even saying anything, but he didn't care. The tone of voice was exactly right for him to imagine that she was saying… good things. Nice things. Lustful things. Flattering things about how good he was at touching her and how much she liked touching him.
He kept on nibbling at her skin, encouraged whenever she made another sound, said another word, seeking out whatever seemed to make her the loudest. His hips rocked, thrusting harder into her hands the more she gave him what she wanted. She was a noisy little furnace in his lap, her hands never hesitating, and he liked this very much. His hands wandered as much as he dared, traced the top of her socks. They were soft, and pretty, and he hadn't decided what to make of them yet. He liked her skin better, but there was something appealing about them.
He only pulled his mouth from his skin when he wanted it elsewhere – when he wanted to kiss her again, groaning and growling as he came in her hands. Cold and metallic against flushed skin, sticking wherever it struck, ensuring she'd sparkle long after he was done. He'd already filled her once, but one wouldn't know it to see how much came out of him again, pumped out onto her indiscriminately. It didn't occur to him to aim it anywhere, entirely wrapped up in his desire to taste her as he climaxed, feel close and warm with this creature he'd decided was his.
He kept on nibbling at her skin, encouraged whenever she made another sound, said another word, seeking out whatever seemed to make her the loudest. His hips rocked, thrusting harder into her hands the more she gave him what she wanted. She was a noisy little furnace in his lap, her hands never hesitating, and he liked this very much. His hands wandered as much as he dared, traced the top of her socks. They were soft, and pretty, and he hadn't decided what to make of them yet. He liked her skin better, but there was something appealing about them.
He only pulled his mouth from his skin when he wanted it elsewhere – when he wanted to kiss her again, groaning and growling as he came in her hands. Cold and metallic against flushed skin, sticking wherever it struck, ensuring she'd sparkle long after he was done. He'd already filled her once, but one wouldn't know it to see how much came out of him again, pumped out onto her indiscriminately. It didn't occur to him to aim it anywhere, entirely wrapped up in his desire to taste her as he climaxed, feel close and warm with this creature he'd decided was his.