[ Now he really is asking for trouble. There's a little part of her that wants to let him have just a little fun, but she knows that if she lets him get going, the chances of getting an opportunity to catch him off guard go way down. He really is a beast, huh? ]
You really are awful.
[ Huff, huff. But her voice is warm and as she speaks, her hand reaches down so she can comb her fingers through his hair.
[ For a brief moment, he just carries on. He gropes her chest, presses his lips to her neck, peppering her beautiful skin with kisses.
And then it hits him. And he looks up at her with an expression of PURE shock. ]
W-Wha…!?
[ What the hell!? His binds!? When were they dispelled!? He didn’t even notice!! Honestly the look of pure dumbfounded-ness on his face can only be considered comedic. He’s never worn an expression like that. ]
[ The look of total shock on his face is so undignified and so uncharacteristic of him that she can't help it - she laughs, and the sound is full and bright and delighted. She's so used to him being smugly and collectedly in control that being the one to catch him off guard for once is a rare treat and she's absolutely savoring it. ]
Heehee, what are you so shocked for? You were the one who told me to break them.
[ Really, by all means, there should've been no way for her to straightforwardly overpower them. Even as a fallen Saintess, she doesn't have anywhere near enough magical power to match a dragon, let alone outdo him. But it's like a lock - it doesn't matter how sturdy the thing is if you know how to pick it. And one of the things Fragaria likes its Saintess to be good at doing is unpicking hexes. ]
They were pretty tough. But I managed.
[ She strokes a lock of dark hair back behind his ear and gives him a beaming smile. ]
[ He knows how uncharacteristic he must look right now, but... he can't help it. His jaw remains slack, moving up and down as he tries to parse the reality of what's going on.
...How many times has it been now? How many times has he made a deal thinking it was impossible regarding this Saintess, only to end up surprised? ]
...Gah. Damn it...
[ It's not like he has any obligation outside of his word to make him uphold his end, he could easily just bind her again and make it stronger this time, but...
...He doesn't like the idea of lying to her. ]
...Fine.
[ He pulls away, just enough to give Ai room to do as she pleases... ]
[ Another laugh bubbles out of her and Ai sits up, her eyes already twinkling with mischief. If he's going to make a face like that, he's already making it so, so hard not to return all that bullying with interest. But she'll restrain herself... for now.
Instead, she reaches a hand up and brushes some of his hair back from his face, tucking one of the sleek dark locks behind his ear to make sure his expression is just that bit clearer to her. He really doesn't know how to handle it when he's not the one calling the shots, huh? ]
You're acting like I'm gonna do something horrible to you. [ Her voice is playful, but it's fond, too. ] You don't trust me even a little bit?
[ She inches a little closer, enough for their knees to touch and leans up to close the distance between their lips. It's only a brief, chaste kiss, certainly not enough to satisfy. Maybe he shouldn't trust her. ]
It's okay. I won't do anything you'll really hate.
[ She says that she won't, and it's not as if she has any ill intent. He'd sense it if she did, but...
He averts his eyes, looking downward. Is there anything she could do that he wouldn't... hate? ]
...you really shouldn't. You...
[ Unable to think of any other way to say it, he just blurts out the truth... or at least, part of it before he bites his tongue. "You won't like it", words that he fails to say. ]
[ The coy smile on her face lingers for just a second longer before it softens and dulls a bit. It doesn't quite become a frown but her brow furrows a little and she tilts her head. ]
I've been doing all sorts of things I shouldn't since I got here, you know. One more isn't going to make things any worse, is it?
[ Her hand settles on his side, her thumb carefully stroking over his skin. He's always been... not shy about touch but reticent about it in a way she's never really thought about. But he's spent so long warning her off, insisting she'd be hurt or afraid or repulsed and...
Maybe she's been getting it wrong all this time. Maybe the one who's afraid is... ]
If you don't want me to, I won't. But... I think maybe you do.
[ Her thumb runs along skin... but it's only a matter of time before her finger meets pitch black scales instead of skin. Scales are fine, he's fine with her hand on those... hell, he's fine with them deep inside her, considering what he's done with his tail... ]
I...
[ But it remains so dangerously close... close to what he... doesn't want her to see. ]
Just... don't... don't look at... at it...
[ He says it not out of shame... it's almost a plea. ]
[ Ai looks right into his eyes for a long, long moment and it's difficult to tell exactly what she's thinking. For as open a book she is in so many ways, it's startlingly easy for her to go closed off and opaque at moments like this.
But then her eyes go gentle again. Bright. ]
Okay. I won't.
[ Her voice is almost unbearably soft. ]
But... if I'm not looking, then...
[ Her hand trails down his side and finds his hand - her fingers slide under his, offering her own hand for the taking. ]
[ It's annoying, how hard she becomes to read sometimes. He supposes it's only natural, considering her former role... before he claimed her as his, before she became his fallen saintess.
His hand twitches as her fingers slide between his, dainty human fingers interlocked with monstrous claws... ]
I... I don't...
[ How does he want her to touch him... he doesn't want her to touch him at all... and yet the same time he does... and that contradiction threatens to tear him apart.
Does it make him a hypocrite? For him to touch her all over regardless of any protest she might have, but to be so averse to the treatment being returned? He doesn't mind being a hypocrite, he really doesn't, but... ]
F... fine...
[ He... starts to lead her hand downward, down where there... isn't anything yet, but... it's only a matter of time before it starts to poke out. ]
[ A warm breath pours out of her mouth - their faces are so close that it probably puffs against his lips, too. Her fingers are gentle against his skin and though she seems more than confident enough - really, she's a little nervous. It'd be one thing if he'd hesitated then let her do as he pleased, but something about the look on his face, the catch in his voice - those words, don't look...
Yeah. She knows how it feels. ]
See? All you have to do is show me, just like this.
[ She won't look, if he doesn't want. But she won't give him the reaction he's expecting, either.
As her fingers skim dark, smooth scales, her other hand drifts up so she can cradle his cheek in her palm. Her expression warms back up into a gentle smile in the moment before she closes the gap between them again and kisses him. ]
[ His eyes widen, his hand stiffens in hers... but only briefly before his body relaxes and returns the gesture... aah, shit, is this a weakness of his? But he isn't supposed to have any of those...
Her hand on his scales feels heavenly... an apt choice of words, he realizes, for a former saintess. They're... smooth, smoother than his tail at least. Smaller and more clumped together, but comparatively more soothing to the touch... inviting, almost.
It might be best to not tell him that. ]
...!
[ With that said, there's a moment during the kiss when he flinches again... and the reason is readily apparent. Something... something is starting to poke out. ]
[ It's easier when they're kissing - despite her promise not to, the temptation to look is still there, as it naturally would be. For as familiar as he's become with her body over these last few months, Ai isn't even half as close to understanding his. But his mouth is warm and hungry and hers is just as eager. So when he flinches, her eyes stay firmly on his face, her focus on the kiss. ]
It's okay. [ The reassurance comes out in a murmur against his lips. ] Don't worry, I'm not looking.
[ Not unless he wants her to, of course - but going by that flinch, she suspects that's the last thing he wants right now. Her hand doesn't pull away - it stays steady, even as her mind's quickly tripping to catch up with what she's feeling. It's different from what she's used to and even with his hand guiding hers, she's really not sure what she needs to do for him.
But she's adaptable, of course. A quick learner. So she settles for stroking her thumb carefully over that delicate seam in his scales and over the part of him that's pushing out into her fingers. ]
[ It's not like he'd blame her for that temptation, but... he still doesn't want her to see. It must already feel so different, so inhuman. The only familiarity is in the fundamentally phallic shape, but... ]
A-Ahh...
[ There's another flinch as her thumb brushes over the tip. He wonders if she even perceives it as a tip... it's hardly a human size. Either way, it's... new. Not just to Ai, but... ]
Ai...
[ He can't respond, he doesn't know how to respond. She asks him if she's doing it right, but he can't answer that question... doing so would admit to something... dreadful.
But if nothing else, his body is honest. The seam in his scales opens up a little more, and it starts to push even further out.
The size alone must be temptation enough to look, if not the inhuman shape that becomes more and more apparent the more she feels it. ]
Okay, to be clear, she had told herself very firmly that she wasn't going to freak out so matter what and to be even clearer, she absolutely definitely isn't freaking out right now. But this is, um...
This is different. From what she was expecting. And maybe that's her fault - she spends so much time with him in the shape of a human that a little part of her head forgotten, despite everything, that there really is a beast under his skin, fang and claw and scale. Just because he looks human doesn't mean he is one.
But this is a little...
Suddenly, she's very, very aware that all his drawling threats that he'd break her if she wasn't careful were only bluffs in the sense that he was unwilling to follow through. ]
... Now, this is the part where you need to help me.
[ Her voice is, thankfully, steady. But he can probably tell she's a little nervous. But... that's just natural when it's your first time exploring your partner's body, right? ]
I... don't know where it feels good for you. So you'll have to...
[ Show her. Guide her fingers, at least until she understands herself what to do. ]
[ He can feel it... in her voice, in the way her eyes subtly tremble, the change in her demeanor. Slight, but still so painfully obvious to him, is the blooming of uncertainty in her.
It's not her fault. This is to be expected, this is the only reasonable way for her to respond. No matter how broken she may be, she's still just an ordinary human woman at the end of the day. He expects her to recoil, to say he was right...
...The thought of those words hurts him, but fortunately they... never come. ]
...
[ He swallows. She's not being unreasonable... she's asking for guidance in the dark, for a hand to hold hers as she stumbles into unknown territory. It's unknown territory to him as well, though. It's not as if he'd ever felt a need to satisfy himself, after all. Especially as of recently, where he much prefers to satisfy himself with Ai rather than by himself.
But... he knows instinctively what he needs, and must now... guide her. ]
...Okay.
[ Hah, hilarious, isn't it? They're both nervous now. As his length continues to grow in both girth and length, his clawed hand moves down to join hers... ]
Just... start with how you would do it normally...
[ It's different, it's inhuman, it's monstrous and puts into perspective how fortunate it is that he'd never followed through on their agreement for her to warm his bed... but it still functions mostly as one can expect. He pulls her hand to wrap around him... hah, just barely, though her hands were already dainty so perhaps that's a given.
...But he guides her fingers to the underside, where the scales are at their thickest, forming a rough ridged surface. If she thought the texture of his tail was unique, then this is a whole other beast entirely... ]
[ ... Maybe it's because she's so closely focused on his face, just as she'd promised, but just as he's able to see the gradual welling up of uncertainty in her, there's no way for her to miss the shifting of his expression, the way his breath catches, his voice drops into something low and... not quite a murmur, but...
Ah. So he's nervous, too. Something about it is a little reassuring but as she looks up at him, she feels an unexpected bloom of fondness in her chest as well. Anyone would think she was a lunatic to - well, they'd think she was a lunatic for getting in so over her head to begin with. But to be sat here, her fingers wrapped around him, knowing exactly what sort of beast she's allowed to take ownership of her and to still have even the fleeting thought that - Oh. He really is cute like this.
There's definitely something wrong with her. ]
Like this...?
[ She'd have expected the scaled underside to be less sensitive, come to think of it. Good job she asked. But following his direction, she starts to slowly slide her fingers along his length, her grip still loose and a little tentative. Her fingers trail over ridged, smooth scales and she wonders just for a second what they'd feel like inside her.
...Then she immediately dismisses the thought. Seriously, there's no way...! ]
[ It's somewhat contradictory... that the place where the scales are thickest are so sensitive. Then again, aren't there folktales of dragons with special, sensitive scales? Granted, many of those folktales describe it as something to avoid touching at all costs, lest you send the dragon into an uncontrollable rage...
This isn't like that in the slightest, but... ]
Y... yeah... like that...
[ It feels... terrifying, saying out loud, encouraging her... but the words come out before he can stop it, and now...
Lunacy is a downhill slope... hasn't someone said something like that before? No? ]
[ ... Her slightly nervous smile starts to unfurl into something a little coy. ]
So this is where it feels good... Okay. I'll make sure I remember that.
[ With that encouragement, her fingers tighten around him just a little, sliding along his length a little more firmly and deliberately, exploring the contours of that sensitive underside. She won't pretend she's not a little intimidated... it's not so much just the size (though... you know, that) but the shape and the unfamiliarity of it.
But he's reacting in such familiar ways - his breath getting heavy and warm, his eyes hazy and dark. Even if some of this is new to her, it's just like she's been saying - she's not pure. She knows these reactions, knows them intimately and it's gradually getting easier now that she can tell she's making him feel good. ]
It really is totally different from your tail... you can actually feel it when I touch you here, right?
[ He can guess, actually... but shit, he doesn't know how to keep his composure when she has her hand on him like this. The sensation is unusual, the fact that he's relinquished a position of power even moreso.
But even harder to deal with... is looking into her eyes, and not seeing the disgust he was expecting.
That smile of hers leaves his mind scrambling for balance. ]
You've had more than your fair share of touching me, haven't you? By this point, you must know my body better than I do. But I've never gotten the chance to do the same for you.
[ Her touch is starting to get a little more confident - her fingers tighten around him a little more, not enough to squeeze, but enough for him to feel the slow, deliberate way she traces the outline of a particular ridge before she starts to drag her hand down him in a slow, steady stroke. Her expression is a mix of fondness and mischief as she watches his face, her eyes bright and hungry. ]
You made it sound like I wouldn't be able to handle even touching you like this... but I think I'm managing. So long as I just touch all the places that make you feel really good, like you always do to me...
[ She trails off and lets the words hang between them for a second before leaning in close to kiss him again as her fingers stroke slowly up and down the length of him. ]
[ He can't stop the way his breath hitches as she hungrily tests him for more reactions, leaving him open for when she leans in close and... and kisses him.
This is wrong, he thinks. She should be disgusted, unnerved by the inhuman thing in her hands. It occurs to him that there's already so much wrong with her, but even still... ]
You shouldn't... you don't need to worry about that...
[ So he gasps out during a break in the kiss... his reactions betraying what he says. ]
[ The hitch in his voice makes her heart throb and her own breathing stutter. She isn't really sure what sort of reactions she'd been expecting out of him when she started but this is... ]
So it is good. [ Another kiss, pressed in gently and warmly. Her low, sweet voice tickles against his mouth. ] I'm glad.
[ It's so difficult, not giving into the temptation to look at what she's doing, not when every reaction he gives her is so terribly honest, but as she'd promised, her eyes stay focused on his face.
There's no longer any hesitation in the way she strokes him, fingers exploring the sensitive underside and along the ridges of his scales, seeking out any new reactions she can tease out of him. She can feel her heartbeat picking up, her breathing coming a little quicker, her cheeks flushing hotly, and the way he looks right now, the way he sounds... his mouth is so close to hers, their breaths mingling and his gasps tickling against her lips - seriously, what is she supposed to do except kiss him again, more deeply and heatedly than before? ]
[ She candidly cuts him off with that kiss… and he can do nothing except return the kiss just as deeply. She’s kissing something inhuman, pleasuring something grotesque and disgusting…
He pulls back, all but ripping his lips from hers to gasp out one last protest… ]
W… wait, something is… aah…
[ Aah, his face… it must look the same as hers whenever he pushed her to the edge… ]
[ She doesn't let him get any further protests out. Maybe it's mean - or maybe, at this point, it's just payback. But before he can pull away from her, Ai closes the distance between them again and swallows the rest of his words in another heated kiss. His voice, the warmth of his breath, the heat of his skin, the feel of him in her hand, the way he shivers and squirms against her - how is she supposed to even think about stopping?
Suddenly, she thinks she understands exactly why he's always such a bully. ]
It's okay. [ She huffs it right against his lips. ] Just keep kissing me. I'll take care of you.
[ Her hand keeps working him over, carefully stroking the length of him, exploring him and seeking out all the places that make him twitch and tremble. She swallows every moan and gasp out of his mouth like she's greedy for them, and really, she is. Her own breathing is quick and unsteady, her heart thudding against her ribs, and the harder it beats the less she wants to stop with just this. ]
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You really are awful.
[ Huff, huff. But her voice is warm and as she speaks, her hand reaches down so she can comb her fingers through his hair.
... Her... hand. ]
Like this, you mean?
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Yeah, like that…
[ For a brief moment, he just carries on. He gropes her chest, presses his lips to her neck, peppering her beautiful skin with kisses.
And then it hits him. And he looks up at her with an expression of PURE shock. ]
W-Wha…!?
[ What the hell!? His binds!? When were they dispelled!? He didn’t even notice!!
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Heehee, what are you so shocked for? You were the one who told me to break them.
[ Really, by all means, there should've been no way for her to straightforwardly overpower them. Even as a fallen Saintess, she doesn't have anywhere near enough magical power to match a dragon, let alone outdo him. But it's like a lock - it doesn't matter how sturdy the thing is if you know how to pick it. And one of the things Fragaria likes its Saintess to be good at doing is unpicking hexes. ]
They were pretty tough. But I managed.
[ She strokes a lock of dark hair back behind his ear and gives him a beaming smile. ]
Is this the part where I claim my reward, then?
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[ He knows how uncharacteristic he must look right now, but... he can't help it. His jaw remains slack, moving up and down as he tries to parse the reality of what's going on.
...How many times has it been now? How many times has he made a deal thinking it was impossible regarding this Saintess, only to end up surprised? ]
...Gah. Damn it...
[ It's not like he has any obligation outside of his word to make him uphold his end, he could easily just bind her again and make it stronger this time, but...
...He doesn't like the idea of lying to her. ]
...Fine.
[ He pulls away, just enough to give Ai room to do as she pleases... ]
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Instead, she reaches a hand up and brushes some of his hair back from his face, tucking one of the sleek dark locks behind his ear to make sure his expression is just that bit clearer to her. He really doesn't know how to handle it when he's not the one calling the shots, huh? ]
You're acting like I'm gonna do something horrible to you. [ Her voice is playful, but it's fond, too. ] You don't trust me even a little bit?
[ She inches a little closer, enough for their knees to touch and leans up to close the distance between their lips. It's only a brief, chaste kiss, certainly not enough to satisfy. Maybe he shouldn't trust her. ]
It's okay. I won't do anything you'll really hate.
[ A shy hand starts to trail up his side. ]
... but... am I allowed to touch you this time?
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[ She says that she won't, and it's not as if she has any ill intent. He'd sense it if she did, but...
He averts his eyes, looking downward. Is there anything she could do that he wouldn't... hate? ]
...you really shouldn't. You...
[ Unable to think of any other way to say it, he just blurts out the truth... or at least, part of it before he bites his tongue. "You won't like it", words that he fails to say. ]
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I've been doing all sorts of things I shouldn't since I got here, you know. One more isn't going to make things any worse, is it?
[ Her hand settles on his side, her thumb carefully stroking over his skin. He's always been... not shy about touch but reticent about it in a way she's never really thought about. But he's spent so long warning her off, insisting she'd be hurt or afraid or repulsed and...
Maybe she's been getting it wrong all this time. Maybe the one who's afraid is... ]
If you don't want me to, I won't. But... I think maybe you do.
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I...
[ But it remains so dangerously close... close to what he... doesn't want her to see. ]
Just... don't... don't look at... at it...
[ He says it not out of shame... it's almost a plea. ]
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But then her eyes go gentle again. Bright. ]
Okay. I won't.
[ Her voice is almost unbearably soft. ]
But... if I'm not looking, then...
[ Her hand trails down his side and finds his hand - her fingers slide under his, offering her own hand for the taking. ]
Will you show me how you want me to touch you?
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His hand twitches as her fingers slide between his, dainty human fingers interlocked with monstrous claws... ]
I... I don't...
[ How does he want her to touch him... he doesn't want her to touch him at all... and yet the same time he does... and that contradiction threatens to tear him apart.
Does it make him a hypocrite? For him to touch her all over regardless of any protest she might have, but to be so averse to the treatment being returned? He doesn't mind being a hypocrite, he really doesn't, but... ]
F... fine...
[ He... starts to lead her hand downward, down where there... isn't anything yet, but... it's only a matter of time before it starts to poke out. ]
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Yeah. She knows how it feels. ]
See? All you have to do is show me, just like this.
[ She won't look, if he doesn't want. But she won't give him the reaction he's expecting, either.
As her fingers skim dark, smooth scales, her other hand drifts up so she can cradle his cheek in her palm. Her expression warms back up into a gentle smile in the moment before she closes the gap between them again and kisses him. ]
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Her hand on his scales feels heavenly... an apt choice of words, he realizes, for a former saintess. They're... smooth, smoother than his tail at least. Smaller and more clumped together, but comparatively more soothing to the touch... inviting, almost.
It might be best to not tell him that. ]
...!
[ With that said, there's a moment during the kiss when he flinches again... and the reason is readily apparent. Something... something is starting to poke out. ]
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It's okay. [ The reassurance comes out in a murmur against his lips. ] Don't worry, I'm not looking.
[ Not unless he wants her to, of course - but going by that flinch, she suspects that's the last thing he wants right now. Her hand doesn't pull away - it stays steady, even as her mind's quickly tripping to catch up with what she's feeling. It's different from what she's used to and even with his hand guiding hers, she's really not sure what she needs to do for him.
But she's adaptable, of course. A quick learner. So she settles for stroking her thumb carefully over that delicate seam in his scales and over the part of him that's pushing out into her fingers. ]
Like this...?
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A-Ahh...
[ There's another flinch as her thumb brushes over the tip. He wonders if she even perceives it as a tip... it's hardly a human size. Either way, it's... new. Not just to Ai, but... ]
Ai...
[ He can't respond, he doesn't know how to respond. She asks him if she's doing it right, but he can't answer that question... doing so would admit to something... dreadful.
But if nothing else, his body is honest. The seam in his scales opens up a little more, and it starts to push even further out.
The size alone must be temptation enough to look, if not the inhuman shape that becomes more and more apparent the more she feels it. ]
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Okay, to be clear, she had told herself very firmly that she wasn't going to freak out so matter what and to be even clearer, she absolutely definitely isn't freaking out right now. But this is, um...
This is different. From what she was expecting. And maybe that's her fault - she spends so much time with him in the shape of a human that a little part of her head forgotten, despite everything, that there really is a beast under his skin, fang and claw and scale. Just because he looks human doesn't mean he is one.
But this is a little...
Suddenly, she's very, very aware that all his drawling threats that he'd break her if she wasn't careful were only bluffs in the sense that he was unwilling to follow through. ]
... Now, this is the part where you need to help me.
[ Her voice is, thankfully, steady. But he can probably tell she's a little nervous. But... that's just natural when it's your first time exploring your partner's body, right? ]
I... don't know where it feels good for you. So you'll have to...
[ Show her. Guide her fingers, at least until she understands herself what to do. ]
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It's not her fault. This is to be expected, this is the only reasonable way for her to respond. No matter how broken she may be, she's still just an ordinary human woman at the end of the day. He expects her to recoil, to say he was right...
...The thought of those words hurts him, but fortunately they... never come. ]
...
[ He swallows. She's not being unreasonable... she's asking for guidance in the dark, for a hand to hold hers as she stumbles into unknown territory. It's unknown territory to him as well, though. It's not as if he'd ever felt a need to satisfy himself, after all. Especially as of recently, where he much prefers to satisfy himself with Ai rather than by himself.
But... he knows instinctively what he needs, and must now... guide her. ]
...Okay.
[ Hah, hilarious, isn't it? They're both nervous now. As his length continues to grow in both girth and length, his clawed hand moves down to join hers... ]
Just... start with how you would do it normally...
[ It's different, it's inhuman, it's monstrous and puts into perspective how fortunate it is that he'd never followed through on their agreement for her to warm his bed... but it still functions mostly as one can expect. He pulls her hand to wrap around him... hah, just barely, though her hands were already dainty so perhaps that's a given.
...But he guides her fingers to the underside, where the scales are at their thickest, forming a rough ridged surface. If she thought the texture of his tail was unique, then this is a whole other beast entirely... ]
I... it feels sensitive here...
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Ah. So he's nervous, too. Something about it is a little reassuring but as she looks up at him, she feels an unexpected bloom of fondness in her chest as well. Anyone would think she was a lunatic to - well, they'd think she was a lunatic for getting in so over her head to begin with. But to be sat here, her fingers wrapped around him, knowing exactly what sort of beast she's allowed to take ownership of her and to still have even the fleeting thought that - Oh. He really is cute like this.
There's definitely something wrong with her. ]
Like this...?
[ She'd have expected the scaled underside to be less sensitive, come to think of it. Good job she asked. But following his direction, she starts to slowly slide her fingers along his length, her grip still loose and a little tentative. Her fingers trail over ridged, smooth scales and she wonders just for a second what they'd feel like inside her.
...Then she immediately dismisses the thought. Seriously, there's no way...! ]
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[ It's somewhat contradictory... that the place where the scales are thickest are so sensitive. Then again, aren't there folktales of dragons with special, sensitive scales? Granted, many of those folktales describe it as something to avoid touching at all costs, lest you send the dragon into an uncontrollable rage...
This isn't like that in the slightest, but... ]
Y... yeah... like that...
[ It feels... terrifying, saying out loud, encouraging her... but the words come out before he can stop it, and now...
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So this is where it feels good... Okay. I'll make sure I remember that.
[ With that encouragement, her fingers tighten around him just a little, sliding along his length a little more firmly and deliberately, exploring the contours of that sensitive underside. She won't pretend she's not a little intimidated... it's not so much just the size (though... you know, that) but the shape and the unfamiliarity of it.
But he's reacting in such familiar ways - his breath getting heavy and warm, his eyes hazy and dark. Even if some of this is new to her, it's just like she's been saying - she's not pure. She knows these reactions, knows them intimately and it's gradually getting easier now that she can tell she's making him feel good. ]
It really is totally different from your tail... you can actually feel it when I touch you here, right?
[ Her smile gets a little wicked. ]
I guess now we're finally even.
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[ He can guess, actually... but shit, he doesn't know how to keep his composure when she has her hand on him like this. The sensation is unusual, the fact that he's relinquished a position of power even moreso.
But even harder to deal with... is looking into her eyes, and not seeing the disgust he was expecting.
That smile of hers leaves his mind scrambling for balance. ]
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[ Her touch is starting to get a little more confident - her fingers tighten around him a little more, not enough to squeeze, but enough for him to feel the slow, deliberate way she traces the outline of a particular ridge before she starts to drag her hand down him in a slow, steady stroke. Her expression is a mix of fondness and mischief as she watches his face, her eyes bright and hungry. ]
You made it sound like I wouldn't be able to handle even touching you like this... but I think I'm managing. So long as I just touch all the places that make you feel really good, like you always do to me...
[ She trails off and lets the words hang between them for a second before leaning in close to kiss him again as her fingers stroke slowly up and down the length of him. ]
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This is wrong, he thinks. She should be disgusted, unnerved by the inhuman thing in her hands. It occurs to him that there's already so much wrong with her, but even still... ]
You shouldn't... you don't need to worry about that...
[ So he gasps out during a break in the kiss... his reactions betraying what he says. ]
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So it is good. [ Another kiss, pressed in gently and warmly. Her low, sweet voice tickles against his mouth. ] I'm glad.
[ It's so difficult, not giving into the temptation to look at what she's doing, not when every reaction he gives her is so terribly honest, but as she'd promised, her eyes stay focused on his face.
There's no longer any hesitation in the way she strokes him, fingers exploring the sensitive underside and along the ridges of his scales, seeking out any new reactions she can tease out of him. She can feel her heartbeat picking up, her breathing coming a little quicker, her cheeks flushing hotly, and the way he looks right now, the way he sounds... his mouth is so close to hers, their breaths mingling and his gasps tickling against her lips - seriously, what is she supposed to do except kiss him again, more deeply and heatedly than before? ]
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[ She candidly cuts him off with that kiss… and he can do nothing except return the kiss just as deeply. She’s kissing something inhuman, pleasuring something grotesque and disgusting…
He pulls back, all but ripping his lips from hers to gasp out one last protest… ]
W… wait, something is… aah…
[ Aah, his face… it must look the same as hers whenever he pushed her to the edge… ]
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Suddenly, she thinks she understands exactly why he's always such a bully. ]
It's okay. [ She huffs it right against his lips. ] Just keep kissing me. I'll take care of you.
[ Her hand keeps working him over, carefully stroking the length of him, exploring him and seeking out all the places that make him twitch and tremble. She swallows every moan and gasp out of his mouth like she's greedy for them, and really, she is. Her own breathing is quick and unsteady, her heart thudding against her ribs, and the harder it beats the less she wants to stop with just this. ]
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