[ It's not like a human's... though she squeezes it, there's very little give... so hard and powerful that Ai's dainty hand seems to have no effect on it. At least, that would be the case if not for Oberon himself giving away how he can still feel that additional pressure.
She's having her way with him... and at this rate, he'll be adding to the mess he's already made...
And damn it, he can't stop her, he gave his word... but damn it, he's not just going to let her have her way unopposed. He returns the kiss, letting her think he's losing himself in the sensation of her lips against his... so that he can start to trail his claw down her body and between her legs. ]
[ Ah. Maybe it's because it's been a few days since he's so much as laid a hand on her, but the feeling of his claws trailing over her bare skin sends a pleasant ripple of anticipation through her. She's already feeling a little warm and wound up just from finally getting to touch him properly, but the thought of him having his hands all over her while she strokes and teases him in return... it's enough to make her squirm just a little, a tiny noise of eagerness and impatience muffled into the kiss. ]
Mmn... this was what you wanted in the first place, right?
[ She nips playfully at his bottom lip, just in time with her thumb sliding over his tip and dragging across the sensitive underside. Her breathing is starting to get heavier and a little unsteady, her heartbeat thundering against her ribs and a warm, familiar ache building low in her core. Ah... things really do feel so much different when they're both so needy for each other. ]
[ His breathing has gotten so heavy. Each time their lips part, he practically gasps against her... before he presses his lips to hers once more, hungrily... or rather, needily kissing her as her fingers send shudders of sensation up his spine.
For a brief moment, as her thumb slides over his tip, his hands suddenly grip her a little tighter... his claws briefly digging into her skin... but relenting just before they can dig too deep. His self control is slipping, the thought... scares him. ]
Yeah... I'll do just that...
[ ...But he keeps his hands on her. He keeps his claws on her, so dangerous and yet so careful even as they drift further down her back, running down the soft curve of her body as they reach her hips... reaches even lower...
...His claw is the first thing to touch it, to prod at the opening between her legs. With her chest so close to his, she'll be able to feel his own heart start to beat so much faster. Come to think of it, he's never used his hands down there, has he? Everywhere else, yes... his tail, certainly... but his hands—his claws—always kept just enough distance...
But that's changed now... as almost certainly, a clawed digit starts to invade that place. ]
[ Ah. This is new. She can feel his heartbeat against her chest, the rapid flutter of his pulse that matches the frantic pace of her own. The scrape of claws against her skin makes her shiver - she's acutely aware of just how much damage he could do with them if he really wanted to, but knowing that he's putting so much of his self control into being gentle with her and making her feel good... how is she supposed to focus on him when her body is already so eager for him to sink his fingers into her?
Not that she'll have to wait for much longer. She can already feel his claw between her legs, seeking out the wet heat between her thighs and it steals a hot, needy breath right out from her lungs. It's... different from his tail, not quite as thick and firm but still merciless, the pointed tip of his claw teasing the opening of her core in a way that sends sparks skittering down her spine. ]
...ah, you're... you're going to leave me a mess.
[ She sounds breathless and a little shaky. Her own hips press down against his finger, eager and shameless. But she hasn't forgotten about him, of course - her hand hasn't stopped moving, her fingers sliding down the length of him, the slickness of his release making it easy for her fingers to glide over him, squeezing and stroking every spot she can find that gets another of those gasps out of him. ]
[ He huffs out a laugh. He's going to leave her a mess...? He already has... a white, sticky mess, currently coating both of their lower bodies. Coating the shaft that she's so diligently stroking up and down, squeezing and servicing him in such a way that he's going to lose his mind and all but add to the mess between them. ]
It's... only fair...
[ Her hand sliding down his length, running along each and every ridge and scale, has slowly but surely begun to feel... natural. It's so decidedly inhuman, so animalistic and beastial in shape, and yet she shamelessly takes it in her hand and...
He pushes inside. Sharp claw pushes into her core, scales rub against her inner walls... but one finger isn't enough, and before he can stop himself, a second joins it. Perhaps it's because he knows what she's capable of, having pushed so much of his tail into her, that he can't stop himself from going further.
This means that, to his eventual surprise... instead of lingering on the thought of what his fingers must feel like compared to those of a human's... he instead starts to push in and out, his hand coaxing out a wet pumping noise as it slowly picks up speed... ]
[ A hot, sharp breath stutters out of her, followed almost at once by a long, satisfied sigh that edges on being a moan. His fingers are completely different from his tail, but the sensation of the smooth hardness and the points of his claws inside her is exciting and a little nervewracking all at the same time. Once again, she feels so painfully aware of how easy it would be for him to hurt her with those claws but the fact that he's taking so much care to work her so gently... it's wonderful. ]
Aah... y-you're the one who's not fair. You made us both wait all this time even though it's this good... you're terrible, Oberon.
[ Of course, it's hard to take her supposed scolding very seriously when her eyes are hazy and dark, her lips parted and damp with kisses - when she's huffing out warm little moans against his lips in time with each thrust of his fingers. It's impossible not to be aware of his claws, the points of them scraping gently over the most sensitive spots in a way that makes her whole body quiver. Her hips rock down against his hand and her breath catches on another moan. She wants to keep her promise, make him feel as good as he's making her, but it's hard to focus when her pulse is thudding so loud and her body is squeezing around his fingers. ]
[ For the first time since giving control over to her, he grins. It's taking so much of his self-control to keep himself from pumping his fingers too carelessly, making sure that his claws don't cut or pierce her inner walls... but he can feel every shudder her body makes whenever his claw drags against where she's most sensitive, and he wants to do more... ]
I'm a terrible, evil dragon... that's who you belong to now...
[ Inevitably, he picks up the pace... fingers her just a little harder. The risk makes his heart pound just as hard as hers, but he can throw a little caution to the wind, can't he? He can always heal her, after all. ]
[ There. That's the Oberon she knows and likes so much. Not that his flushed, overwhelmed expression hadn't been lovely to see as well, but... something about him grinning like that, all his sharp teeth on display while his fingers feel like they're stroking deeper and deeper into her with each thrust is... it's a little exciting. Her face feels hot enough that it must be crimson all the way to the tips of her ears by now and her voice has dropped into a low, heated moan, the pitch of her voice rising when he picks up the pace and his fingers move more purposefully inside her. She can feel the pads of his fingers, the hard scales and the points of his claws sliding over the most tender parts inside her and her body tightens up in delight.
She really has fallen beyond salvation, hasn't she? The claws that once struck such mortal terror into the Saintess are now buried deep in her and all she feels is an overwhelming, heady rush of pleasure. How unforgivable. ]
It's a... hah... It's a little hard to believe that when you're touching me like this. If this is what being yours is like, you should've stolen me a little sooner.
[ Her fingers trace the ridge of what she's found to be a particularly sensitive scale on the underside of his length, her thumb still teasing over the head as best she can manage. Her hand is moving just as quickly and eagerly as his now, stroking along him in time with his fingers pushing and curling into her. It's... it's not quite the same as what she's sure they're both thinking of, but there's no way they could manage that. Pretending like this, though... it's fine, right? ]
[ To think he ever believed she was a Saintess... those words coming out of her mouth is enough to make him grin even wider, but he notices the change in her pace... the way her hand finds an embarrassingly-sensitive scale and rubs it in time with his own movements...
He recognizes immediately what she's doing, and... ]
Aah...
[ ...What would it feel like, he wonders? He's already intimately familiar with how tight she is... he can scarcely imagine the sensation of such tightness, such warmth, around him in the truest sense. It's impossible, of course, but...
How... how divine would it feel if it were possible...? ]
Such... a dirty woman, you are...
[ He can feel it... he can feel himself reaching that peak yet again, all thanks to the pace that he himself set... but he doesn't relent. He assaults her with his claws, let's his claws press more dangerously against those tender walls of hers... ]
[ It's impossible. Unthinkable. Both of them know full well that her body had barely even been able to take his tail, no matter how greedily she'd wanted it, so there's no way she could manage this. Even if both of them are thinking it, even if both of them are wanting it... even considering trying it would be beyond irresponsible today. She's only just recovered from how thoroughly he'd satisfied her a few days ago - so there's no way.
Even so.
Pretending isn't so bad, is it? ]
Mm... wh-whose fault is that? I was a Saintess when I came here and now - ah- [ A jolt goes through her body, a shivering pulse of pleasure that makes her thighs tense and pull a little closer together. He's gotten much more bold, his fingers starting to move a little faster and more forcefully inside her, and it's so good she can hardly stand it. ] Mmn- ah, Oberon...
[ Oh. That's the first time she's said his name like that, isn't it? In that low, sweetly pleading voice. She's so wet around his fingers now that she can hear how slick and sticky the movement of his fingers inside her is, but it's not enough to hide the sound of her own ragged moaning. His, too - she can tell his breathing is getting a little more labored, a little more desperate, and it only encourages her to keep moving her hand, squeezing him tighter, trying to find the places that make him gasp. ]
It.. it's all your fault, you know? I'd still be a Saintess if you hadn't...!
[ Her words melt into a long, heated moan when the next thrust of his fingers makes his claws press and curl just right and her whole body arches and trembles - and snaps. Her moan sharpens into a cry and she shudders, clenching tightly around his fingers as the climax rolls through her in a wave - not as intense as the one's he'd teased out of her with his tail, but just as lovely all the same. ]
[ Truly... who's to say that pretending isn't good enough? If it got her to say his name... or at least, the name he prefers in a voice like that... then it's perfectly good enough, isn't it? ]
Hah, please...
[ His fingers don't stop... he continues to finger her throughout her climax. It seems to be something he likes to do... not letting up even as her body reaches a peak. Of course, he's never claimed to be anything other than a bully, after all. ]
[ And of course, she's not given a chance to breathe, let alone recover. He's relentless, his fingers continuing to slide in and out of her, rubbing and stroking her through the high of her climax with absolutely no mercy. It's overwhelming. The feeling of his hard scales and the prick of his claws against the soft, tender places inside her is still a little nerve-wracking and yet her body is still squeezing tight around him, twitching and shuddering as he works her oversensitive nerves. Maybe it's a good thing that this is as far as they can manage, because if he's this relentless with just his hands and his tail, then...
The pace of her fingers had stuttered and begun to slow, distracted by the feeling of his fingers sliding in and out of her, but she redoubles her efforts, determined to return the favor. The sounds his fingers are drawing out of her more than a little shameful, but if she's going to lose her dignity, then so is he....! ]
[ There it is, there’s that look on her face… that look she gets when she’s utterly overwhelmed, overstimulated, and struggling to even breathe as her body shudders and twitches from his touch. Ahh, he wonders just how depraved that look on her face can possibly get…
Not that he gets to imagine it for very long before she rekindles her own efforts, forcing him to inhale sharply as she all but threatens to pull him down into depravity with her.
While he’d like to say he resisted, that he contained himself until Ai could no longer muster the strength to her fingers… but alas. ]
W-Wai…! Hnn…!
[ Another eruption, another flood of hot sticky fluid that lands between them. It was already such a mess, made even worse by their bodies pressed against each other… but with a second climax, it only gets worse…
(What would happen if that were to happen with him inside her… yet another forbidden thought.) ]
[ Even if she's prepared, even if she's expecting the hot spill of his release between them, she still isn't used to seeing him this way - how his voice and his breath both stutter, the way he shudders against her, the way he twitches in her touch even when he's finally done. Her fingers are a sticky, slippery mess and her breathing is as unsteady and shaky as his, but the sight of him coming undone under her touch is worth it. ]
Ahah. I probably shouldn't have bothered with a bath before bed. You've made such a mess.
[ Her voice is honey sweet with approval and as she speaks, her fingers slowly slide up and off him, sticky and slick with his release. The same thought surfaces in her head, too - if we were doing this properly, would it make such a mess? - but she quashes it before it can take root. Even if both of them are thinking about it, they also both know full well why they shouldn't even try. ]
... it's the second time, and you're still letting out so much. [ There's a little catch in her voice. ] Twice... is twice even enough for you?
[ His breathing is heavy, heavier than it's been in a long time. How can she smile like that? Her hand having not only been on him, but now covered in him as well... it's absurd. Insane.
He can't help but gasp out a laugh. Someone insane enough for him... and he can't help but instinctively deny it, even though she's right in front of him. ]
Hah... depends. Is it enough for you...?
[ Despite his flushed cheeks, he grins up at her. It probably shouldn't be too surprising that a beast like him, despite flushed and overwhelmed, still has plenty left in him. ]
[ Something warm and sweet flutters in her throat and even when she swallows, it doesn't settle. It should be more than enough - no, she shouldn't even want this much to begin with. Even after all they've done, she can't entirely silence the part of her that's insisting this is wrong, that she's fallen completely into temptation and sin, and yet...
The feeling of his release is warm and sticky between on her hand and on her stomach and the thought that even this much isn't enough for him... it has her feeling the same. She shifts a little, her legs sliding restlessly together as though that will ease the needy throb between her thighs. She wants - more. More touch, more kisses, more of their bodies tangled up in each other.
She'd been readily meeting his gaze this whole time, but now her eyes dip down and away from him, bashful in a way she hasn't been with him in a long, long while. ]
... It's... it wouldn't work. You definitely wouldn't fit.
[ They're both thinking it, of course. So she might as well say it out loud. ]
But... th-there's something else that might be good enough.
[ His grin fades... she's right, of course. No matter how much they might think it, might fantasize it, it's a line that simply must not be crossed...
But god... that bashful look on her face... to think she can look so adorably innocent even as she falls into depravity and lust. It's no wonder she was able to fool others so well. ]
Oh...? Then... by all means.
[ He understands how she feels painfully well... he wants more of this, more of her... ]
[ In contrast, Ai's mouth tugs back up into a sheepish little smile. The fact that she's getting even a little embarrassed when they've already gone so far and surely done much worse... it's a little ridiculous. But she's too caught up in the moment and the heat rushing through her veins to even consider having second thoughts.
She inches forward a little more, just enough that she barely has to tip her head up towards him for another kiss. It's long, slow, and a little indulgent, lazy and deep enough that she feels like it's stealing the air right out of her lungs. By the time she pulls away again, her eyes are a little hazy and her breath comes in warm, short huffs. ]
Ahah. I won't be able to kiss you for a little bit, so...
[ She swallows, trying not to let her voice tremble. ]
[ He can hardly even imagine what could possibly be embarrassing her at this point. Though he supposes he may not be one to talk in that regard, so with that in mind, he returns the kiss... allowing her to savor the feeling of his lips against hers before she separates.
Her request is hardly unreasonable... but he can't help but hesitate. He really can't talk when it comes to her shame, can he? She just had her hand on him, stroking him so eagerly until he made a mess of them both... but he can't help but almost recoil at the mere implication of him... looking even closer.
But... ]
...Very well.
[ He does as he asks, laying back as she requested. ]
[ There's a flutter low in her stomach, giddy embarrassment and anticipation stirring up together to make her face flush even more than it even was. But rather than linger and lose her nerve, Ai follows suit and settles over him, her legs hugging his sides as she puts her weight onto him.
It's... a little too easy to imagine actually trying to follow through on what they both want, sinking down slowly and carefully until their hips are flush, but - no, even if they could, she doesn't trust either of them to be able to control themselves tonight. So instead, she makes herself turn and straddle his stomach instead. Then, heart thudding in her ears, she slowly leans down to settle her hands on his thighs and her face -
Well. If he really is as sensitive as she suspects, he'll be able to tell by the hot puffs of her breath against him, stuttering and shaky. Looking at him this close isn't so bad, but knowing just how completely exposed she is to him in turn... ]
... L-like this... we can still touch each other. And I can...
[ Pause. Swallow. ]
I'm... not sure how much I can manage. S-so... try not to be... too rough, okay?
[ And with that warning, she closes the last few inches and presses her lips against him, dragging the flat of her tongue carefully down the rough, uneven scales. ]
[ The fantasy lingers in his mind, stubbornly refusing to die... but if nothing else, a fantasy can at least be pushed aside, making it's presence just a little easier to ignore.
The huff of her breath against him, however, is impossible to ignore. He figured out what she was trying to do when she turned around on him... and he's grateful that, like this, she can't see the way his eyes widened in anticipation.
His mind races... she's looking at it so closely, so intimately... but the same can be said for her as she exposes herself to him in exchange. It feels almost fair, in a way... ]
H-Hhaah...
[ The sensation of her lips around him is... divine. It feels ironic to describe such a debaucherous act in such a way, but then again, this is a former Saintess. His claws instinctively come up to grip her hips, the wet feeling of her mouth on his inhuman organ different from the feeling of her hand and fingers wrapped around the grotesque shaft. Unsurprisingly, the texture on her tongue is completely unlike a human's... rough and uneven, rigid and tough, and here she is... servicing it so lewdly. ]
[ The steady puffs of her breath against him stutter for just a moment - a laugh, huffed lightly out of her nose. She doesn't respond immediately, her tongue too busy with carefully mapping out the uneven textures of him - her hands quick to settle on his thighs and the fingers of one hand gently rub and press soothing circles into his scales. But then, finally, after a few moments she lifts her mouth just enough to speak. ]
You'd definitely get jealous if I told you. [ He probably wouldn't. She's starting to settle more comfortably into the realization that whatever she was before doesn't matter to him anywhere near as much as the fact that she's his now. But it's an easy avenue for teasing. ] So it's a secret.
[ Her words melt into another kiss, the press of her lips against him deliberate and unhurried. The rough, uneven texture is... new, but certainly not unpleasant. Her tongue glides smoothly over the bumps and ridges of his scales, her breath coming in hot, heavy little huffs, and she's trying very, very hard not to think about the fact that he'll so clearly be able to see just how badly she's getting herself wound up with just this when he's not even touching her. ]
[ One would think that, with all of the scales, he would be less susceptible to stimulation... and it's hardly an unreasonable assumption to make. It's true, after all... at least in the scales elsewhere. Down there, however... he can feel it so intimately, all of it...
The heat of her breath on him, the softness of her lips on the jaggedness of his scales, the moistness of her tongue pressing against every nook and cranny that it comes across... the act is already so depraved, made moreso by the creature she's doing it to... ]
You're... ah... right, I don't. But...
[ His claws move from resting on her hips to pressing lightly into her opening and gently spreading it open. ]
It seems to me like you're enjoying it even more...
[ There's another hitch of her breath, a sweet little stutter that comes in time with his touch - and with her awareness of just how completely exposed to him she is right now, just how much he can see. How obviously needy she's getting, just from kissing and licking him. She doesn't even bother trying to quell the little tremor that goes through her when she's already so obviously on display for him. ]
I-is it... is it really that much of a surprise...?
[ Another long, slow slide of her tongue, following the ridge along the very top of him. It's hard not to keep her breath and her voice even a little steady, knowing what a debauched picture she must make like this. He really has thoroughly ruined her. ]
You wouldn't even let me touch you before, no matter how badly you wanted it, but now I'm finally...
[ Is it worse like that? If she's doing it not entirely to service him, but because the thought of it excites her just as much?
She swallows the thought and does her best to take the last of her apprehension with it, too. With a quiet, trembling exhale, she presses a hot, open-mouthed kiss to the tapered head and then, finally, carefully, she sinks her mouth down onto him... as best she can manage. ]
[ Aah, she's so dirty... she may very well be the dirtiest girl in all the world. What was he ever afraid of...? Of course such a dirty, debauched woman, would still desire him despite how inhuman he is... ]
Oh... ohhh...
[ He can't suppress the low moan as she sinks down on him. He fills her mouth almost immediately... it's adorable, really, the way she tries to take as much of him as she can...
It's only fair that he returns the favor, then. ]
You really are... so...
[ His claws keep her lower lips spread, exposing the moist pink folds beneath. She's so wet... perhaps as a result of earlier, but even then...
He leans up and, with his claws keeping her nice and open for him, a pointed tongue presses inside. ]
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[ It's not like a human's... though she squeezes it, there's very little give... so hard and powerful that Ai's dainty hand seems to have no effect on it. At least, that would be the case if not for Oberon himself giving away how he can still feel that additional pressure.
She's having her way with him... and at this rate, he'll be adding to the mess he's already made...
And damn it, he can't stop her, he gave his word... but damn it, he's not just going to let her have her way unopposed. He returns the kiss, letting her think he's losing himself in the sensation of her lips against his... so that he can start to trail his claw down her body and between her legs. ]
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Mmn... this was what you wanted in the first place, right?
[ She nips playfully at his bottom lip, just in time with her thumb sliding over his tip and dragging across the sensitive underside. Her breathing is starting to get heavier and a little unsteady, her heartbeat thundering against her ribs and a warm, familiar ache building low in her core. Ah... things really do feel so much different when they're both so needy for each other. ]
Go ahead, then. Touch me as much as you want.
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For a brief moment, as her thumb slides over his tip, his hands suddenly grip her a little tighter... his claws briefly digging into her skin... but relenting just before they can dig too deep. His self control is slipping, the thought... scares him. ]
Yeah... I'll do just that...
[ ...But he keeps his hands on her. He keeps his claws on her, so dangerous and yet so careful even as they drift further down her back, running down the soft curve of her body as they reach her hips... reaches even lower...
...His claw is the first thing to touch it, to prod at the opening between her legs. With her chest so close to his, she'll be able to feel his own heart start to beat so much faster. Come to think of it, he's never used his hands down there, has he? Everywhere else, yes... his tail, certainly... but his hands—his claws—always kept just enough distance...
But that's changed now... as almost certainly, a clawed digit starts to invade that place. ]
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[ Ah. This is new. She can feel his heartbeat against her chest, the rapid flutter of his pulse that matches the frantic pace of her own. The scrape of claws against her skin makes her shiver - she's acutely aware of just how much damage he could do with them if he really wanted to, but knowing that he's putting so much of his self control into being gentle with her and making her feel good... how is she supposed to focus on him when her body is already so eager for him to sink his fingers into her?
Not that she'll have to wait for much longer. She can already feel his claw between her legs, seeking out the wet heat between her thighs and it steals a hot, needy breath right out from her lungs. It's... different from his tail, not quite as thick and firm but still merciless, the pointed tip of his claw teasing the opening of her core in a way that sends sparks skittering down her spine. ]
...ah, you're... you're going to leave me a mess.
[ She sounds breathless and a little shaky. Her own hips press down against his finger, eager and shameless. But she hasn't forgotten about him, of course - her hand hasn't stopped moving, her fingers sliding down the length of him, the slickness of his release making it easy for her fingers to glide over him, squeezing and stroking every spot she can find that gets another of those gasps out of him. ]
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[ He huffs out a laugh. He's going to leave her a mess...? He already has... a white, sticky mess, currently coating both of their lower bodies. Coating the shaft that she's so diligently stroking up and down, squeezing and servicing him in such a way that he's going to lose his mind and all but add to the mess between them. ]
It's... only fair...
[ Her hand sliding down his length, running along each and every ridge and scale, has slowly but surely begun to feel... natural. It's so decidedly inhuman, so animalistic and beastial in shape, and yet she shamelessly takes it in her hand and...
He pushes inside. Sharp claw pushes into her core, scales rub against her inner walls... but one finger isn't enough, and before he can stop himself, a second joins it. Perhaps it's because he knows what she's capable of, having pushed so much of his tail into her, that he can't stop himself from going further.
This means that, to his eventual surprise... instead of lingering on the thought of what his fingers must feel like compared to those of a human's... he instead starts to push in and out, his hand coaxing out a wet pumping noise as it slowly picks up speed... ]
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Aah... y-you're the one who's not fair. You made us both wait all this time even though it's this good... you're terrible, Oberon.
[ Of course, it's hard to take her supposed scolding very seriously when her eyes are hazy and dark, her lips parted and damp with kisses - when she's huffing out warm little moans against his lips in time with each thrust of his fingers. It's impossible not to be aware of his claws, the points of them scraping gently over the most sensitive spots in a way that makes her whole body quiver. Her hips rock down against his hand and her breath catches on another moan. She wants to keep her promise, make him feel as good as he's making her, but it's hard to focus when her pulse is thudding so loud and her body is squeezing around his fingers. ]
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[ For the first time since giving control over to her, he grins. It's taking so much of his self-control to keep himself from pumping his fingers too carelessly, making sure that his claws don't cut or pierce her inner walls... but he can feel every shudder her body makes whenever his claw drags against where she's most sensitive, and he wants to do more... ]
I'm a terrible, evil dragon... that's who you belong to now...
[ Inevitably, he picks up the pace... fingers her just a little harder. The risk makes his heart pound just as hard as hers, but he can throw a little caution to the wind, can't he?
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She really has fallen beyond salvation, hasn't she? The claws that once struck such mortal terror into the Saintess are now buried deep in her and all she feels is an overwhelming, heady rush of pleasure. How unforgivable. ]
It's a... hah... It's a little hard to believe that when you're touching me like this. If this is what being yours is like, you should've stolen me a little sooner.
[ Her fingers trace the ridge of what she's found to be a particularly sensitive scale on the underside of his length, her thumb still teasing over the head as best she can manage. Her hand is moving just as quickly and eagerly as his now, stroking along him in time with his fingers pushing and curling into her. It's... it's not quite the same as what she's sure they're both thinking of, but there's no way they could manage that. Pretending like this, though... it's fine, right? ]
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[ To think he ever believed she was a Saintess... those words coming out of her mouth is enough to make him grin even wider, but he notices the change in her pace... the way her hand finds an embarrassingly-sensitive scale and rubs it in time with his own movements...
He recognizes immediately what she's doing, and... ]
Aah...
[ ...What would it feel like, he wonders? He's already intimately familiar with how tight she is... he can scarcely imagine the sensation of such tightness, such warmth, around him in the truest sense. It's impossible, of course, but...
How... how divine would it feel if it were possible...? ]
Such... a dirty woman, you are...
[ He can feel it... he can feel himself reaching that peak yet again, all thanks to the pace that he himself set... but he doesn't relent. He assaults her with his claws, let's his claws press more dangerously against those tender walls of hers... ]
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Even so.
Pretending isn't so bad, is it? ]
Mm... wh-whose fault is that? I was a Saintess when I came here and now - ah- [ A jolt goes through her body, a shivering pulse of pleasure that makes her thighs tense and pull a little closer together. He's gotten much more bold, his fingers starting to move a little faster and more forcefully inside her, and it's so good she can hardly stand it. ] Mmn- ah, Oberon...
[ Oh. That's the first time she's said his name like that, isn't it? In that low, sweetly pleading voice. She's so wet around his fingers now that she can hear how slick and sticky the movement of his fingers inside her is, but it's not enough to hide the sound of her own ragged moaning. His, too - she can tell his breathing is getting a little more labored, a little more desperate, and it only encourages her to keep moving her hand, squeezing him tighter, trying to find the places that make him gasp. ]
It.. it's all your fault, you know? I'd still be a Saintess if you hadn't...!
[ Her words melt into a long, heated moan when the next thrust of his fingers makes his claws press and curl just right and her whole body arches and trembles - and snaps. Her moan sharpens into a cry and she shudders, clenching tightly around his fingers as the climax rolls through her in a wave - not as intense as the one's he'd teased out of her with his tail, but just as lovely all the same. ]
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Hah, please...
[ His fingers don't stop... he continues to finger her throughout her climax. It seems to be something he likes to do... not letting up even as her body reaches a peak. Of course, he's never claimed to be anything other than a bully, after all. ]
'Dirty' suits you far better than 'Saintess'...
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[ And of course, she's not given a chance to breathe, let alone recover. He's relentless, his fingers continuing to slide in and out of her, rubbing and stroking her through the high of her climax with absolutely no mercy. It's overwhelming. The feeling of his hard scales and the prick of his claws against the soft, tender places inside her is still a little nerve-wracking and yet her body is still squeezing tight around him, twitching and shuddering as he works her oversensitive nerves. Maybe it's a good thing that this is as far as they can manage, because if he's this relentless with just his hands and his tail, then...
The pace of her fingers had stuttered and begun to slow, distracted by the feeling of his fingers sliding in and out of her, but she redoubles her efforts, determined to return the favor. The sounds his fingers are drawing out of her more than a little shameful, but if she's going to lose her dignity, then so is he....! ]
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Not that he gets to imagine it for very long before she rekindles her own efforts, forcing him to inhale sharply as she all but threatens to pull him down into depravity with her.
While he’d like to say he resisted, that he contained himself until Ai could no longer muster the strength to her fingers… but alas. ]
W-Wai…! Hnn…!
[ Another eruption, another flood of hot sticky fluid that lands between them. It was already such a mess, made even worse by their bodies pressed against each other… but with a second climax, it only gets worse…
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Ahah. I probably shouldn't have bothered with a bath before bed. You've made such a mess.
[ Her voice is honey sweet with approval and as she speaks, her fingers slowly slide up and off him, sticky and slick with his release. The same thought surfaces in her head, too - if we were doing this properly, would it make such a mess? - but she quashes it before it can take root. Even if both of them are thinking about it, they also both know full well why they shouldn't even try. ]
... it's the second time, and you're still letting out so much. [ There's a little catch in her voice. ] Twice... is twice even enough for you?
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He can't help but gasp out a laugh. Someone insane enough for him... and he can't help but instinctively deny it, even though she's right in front of him. ]
Hah... depends. Is it enough for you...?
[ Despite his flushed cheeks, he grins up at her. It probably shouldn't be too surprising that a beast like him, despite flushed and overwhelmed, still has plenty left in him. ]
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The feeling of his release is warm and sticky between on her hand and on her stomach and the thought that even this much isn't enough for him... it has her feeling the same. She shifts a little, her legs sliding restlessly together as though that will ease the needy throb between her thighs. She wants - more. More touch, more kisses, more of their bodies tangled up in each other.
She'd been readily meeting his gaze this whole time, but now her eyes dip down and away from him, bashful in a way she hasn't been with him in a long, long while. ]
... It's... it wouldn't work. You definitely wouldn't fit.
[ They're both thinking it, of course. So she might as well say it out loud. ]
But... th-there's something else that might be good enough.
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But god... that bashful look on her face... to think she can look so adorably innocent even as she falls into depravity and lust. It's no wonder she was able to fool others so well. ]
Oh...? Then... by all means.
[ He understands how she feels painfully well... he wants more of this, more of her... ]
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She inches forward a little more, just enough that she barely has to tip her head up towards him for another kiss. It's long, slow, and a little indulgent, lazy and deep enough that she feels like it's stealing the air right out of her lungs. By the time she pulls away again, her eyes are a little hazy and her breath comes in warm, short huffs. ]
Ahah. I won't be able to kiss you for a little bit, so...
[ She swallows, trying not to let her voice tremble. ]
Would you lay down for me?
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Her request is hardly unreasonable... but he can't help but hesitate. He really can't talk when it comes to her shame, can he? She just had her hand on him, stroking him so eagerly until he made a mess of them both... but he can't help but almost recoil at the mere implication of him... looking even closer.
But... ]
...Very well.
[ He does as he asks, laying back as she requested. ]
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It's... a little too easy to imagine actually trying to follow through on what they both want, sinking down slowly and carefully until their hips are flush, but - no, even if they could, she doesn't trust either of them to be able to control themselves tonight. So instead, she makes herself turn and straddle his stomach instead. Then, heart thudding in her ears, she slowly leans down to settle her hands on his thighs and her face -
Well. If he really is as sensitive as she suspects, he'll be able to tell by the hot puffs of her breath against him, stuttering and shaky. Looking at him this close isn't so bad, but knowing just how completely exposed she is to him in turn... ]
... L-like this... we can still touch each other. And I can...
[ Pause. Swallow. ]
I'm... not sure how much I can manage. S-so... try not to be... too rough, okay?
[ And with that warning, she closes the last few inches and presses her lips against him, dragging the flat of her tongue carefully down the rough, uneven scales. ]
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The huff of her breath against him, however, is impossible to ignore. He figured out what she was trying to do when she turned around on him... and he's grateful that, like this, she can't see the way his eyes widened in anticipation.
His mind races... she's looking at it so closely, so intimately... but the same can be said for her as she exposes herself to him in exchange. It feels almost fair, in a way... ]
H-Hhaah...
[ The sensation of her lips around him is... divine. It feels ironic to describe such a debaucherous act in such a way, but then again, this is a former Saintess. His claws instinctively come up to grip her hips, the wet feeling of her mouth on his inhuman organ different from the feeling of her hand and fingers wrapped around the grotesque shaft. Unsurprisingly, the texture on her tongue is completely unlike a human's... rough and uneven, rigid and tough, and here she is... servicing it so lewdly. ]
Hahh... where did... you learn this...
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You'd definitely get jealous if I told you. [ He probably wouldn't. She's starting to settle more comfortably into the realization that whatever she was before doesn't matter to him anywhere near as much as the fact that she's his now. But it's an easy avenue for teasing. ] So it's a secret.
[ Her words melt into another kiss, the press of her lips against him deliberate and unhurried. The rough, uneven texture is... new, but certainly not unpleasant. Her tongue glides smoothly over the bumps and ridges of his scales, her breath coming in hot, heavy little huffs, and she's trying very, very hard not to think about the fact that he'll so clearly be able to see just how badly she's getting herself wound up with just this when he's not even touching her. ]
But it sounds like you don't hate it.
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[ One would think that, with all of the scales, he would be less susceptible to stimulation... and it's hardly an unreasonable assumption to make. It's true, after all... at least in the scales elsewhere. Down there, however... he can feel it so intimately, all of it...
The heat of her breath on him, the softness of her lips on the jaggedness of his scales, the moistness of her tongue pressing against every nook and cranny that it comes across... the act is already so depraved, made moreso by the creature she's doing it to... ]
You're... ah... right, I don't. But...
[ His claws move from resting on her hips to pressing lightly into her opening and gently spreading it open. ]
It seems to me like you're enjoying it even more...
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I-is it... is it really that much of a surprise...?
[ Another long, slow slide of her tongue, following the ridge along the very top of him. It's hard not to keep her breath and her voice even a little steady, knowing what a debauched picture she must make like this. He really has thoroughly ruined her. ]
You wouldn't even let me touch you before, no matter how badly you wanted it, but now I'm finally...
[ Is it worse like that? If she's doing it not entirely to service him, but because the thought of it excites her just as much?
She swallows the thought and does her best to take the last of her apprehension with it, too. With a quiet, trembling exhale, she presses a hot, open-mouthed kiss to the tapered head and then, finally, carefully, she sinks her mouth down onto him... as best she can manage. ]
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Oh... ohhh...
[ He can't suppress the low moan as she sinks down on him. He fills her mouth almost immediately... it's adorable, really, the way she tries to take as much of him as she can...
It's only fair that he returns the favor, then. ]
You really are... so...
[ His claws keep her lower lips spread, exposing the moist pink folds beneath. She's so wet... perhaps as a result of earlier, but even then...
He leans up and, with his claws keeping her nice and open for him, a pointed tongue presses inside. ]
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