[ he hisses at the sensation of her mouth against him, and takes that as further encouragement - - grinding his finger inside of her, twisting it before pressing another in and spreading them apart.
he's shifting as close as he can to her, too, close enough his erection will be obvious against her leg through his pants. ]
[ he shudders, both at the teeth and the touch to his cock - - Maki might notice even through his pants the shape is definitely not normal. there's a more bulbous part towards the base that tapers, an uneven shape.
he's fucking her more aggressively with his fingers, now, too - - pressing them in knuckle deep each time, a rumbling sound like a purr deep in the back of his throat. ]
[That's definitely interesting, and her hand lingers there, feeling out the shape of it with various amounts of pressure. It would probably be easier to just get his pants open and look, but that seems like it would take more focus than she has with him doing that; even her exploratory touches are a bit distracted. Her hips move slightly to meet each thrust of his fingers, her lips part slightly, and her eyelids flutter.]
[ his hips roll forward, the purr deepening into a bestial growl with the pleasure, but he doesn't let himself get distracted from fucking her - - his fingers curling and raking against her inner walls, heel of his palm against her clit. ]
[She starts making little helpless noises at the end of each breath, no longer concerned enough with it to try to stop herself, and fairly quickly she does get distracted enough that she's not doing much with her hand either than providing a firm pressure for him to push against. Her other hand grips his shoulder hard for leverage, and a real needy moan escapes her when she grinds hard against his palm.]
he stops, entirely, with his fingers - - pulls them out. as tempting as it is to tease it's not really for that reason as much as it is a sense of urgency, his hands going to his pants to start to fumble them open, his mouth open with little pants for air. ]
[When he pulls his fingers out she makes a wordless throaty frustrated noise, her dark eyes turning sharper.
But when she sees what he's doing her attitude changes immediately, sitting back to give him room to work on undoing his pants since she doesn't trust herself to make that process any more efficient. In the meantime she moves to touch herself, splaying her legs and pressing fingers to her clit.]
[ it's attractive - - having her show her need like that, wanting him, and there's another low growl in his throat, this one of his own hunger and impatience.
at last he frees his cock and now the strangeness of it is fully visible - - the bulbous base has small, fleshy little spines on it, and the base tapers to a thin point. it's fully hard, and he moves to try to push her on her back, now, his hand going to tug one leg apart from the other. ]
[Her gaze definitely lingers on his cock once she can see it, but she's not as surprised by it as she could be. The idea of having it inside her still makes her chest flutter a little, but any actual apprehension she might have about it is completely absent. She already thought the idea was kind of hot. She wants to know how it feels. And more importantly, she wants, a lot, and now she has him here, so clearly nothing can go wrong.
She sprawls backwards easily, drawing him in closer by hooking a heel around his back.]
[ his gaze is dark and hungry when he shifts between her legs, eye roaming down her body then back up towards her face, expression intent - - and he grabs her hips, grinding up between her legs, not quite entering her quite yet, just letting her get the sensation of his hot cock pressed against her folds. ]
[Even that sends a wave of warmth through her, and she tenses slightly in anticipation before some still functioning part of her brain reminds her that tensing is probably a bad idea and she consciously relaxes most of her body.
Her core muscles tighten, though, as she moves her hips, letting his shaft rub against her, each pass a bit more slick with her fluids, and she shivers.]
[ he asks, as if he even needs to - - it's a rhetorical question more than anything. his cock quickly becomes slick with her juices, easing the travel of the barbs against her.
he doesn't wait for her to answer before pressing the thin tip of his cock against he entrance and then pushing in - - just until it hits the bulbous part of his cock, but even that is enough to have him hissing, claws curled into her skin to the point of drawing blood. ]
[Is her exclamation at the feeling of him finally pressing into her, or the bite of his claws into skin? It's impossible to tell, the sharp pain merging with the flush of pleasure, and her hands tangle and grip in the sheets above her as her back arches off the bed.]
[ he laughs, breathless and husky, stilling for a second as he watches her move, kneading his claws into her skin. ]
This isn't... A bad look for you, either.
[ his hips push forward, pushing the wider, bulbous part of his cock inside of her - - it's easier for the spines to go in than come out, at least, but they'll still rake noticeably against it her insides. ]
[She opens her mouth to respond to that, but then he moves, and she holds her breath as he pushes the rest of the way into her. Probably that's a bad idea, and she should breathe and distract herself, do something other than focus on the way it stretches her and the way each individual spine drags going in. It's not pleasurable, exactly, or even particularly comfortable. But it's not bad (well, it is her dream), and it's... visceral, in a way she finds she kind of enjoys. And it's certainly not enough to change the way her body burns with desperate arousal.
It's a few seconds after he's fully settled inside that she manages to focus her eyes on him and say anything, and her voice is breathy and low.]
[ he stays settled all the way inside her, cock twitching along with the barbs inside of her. he leans down, dragging his lips against her jaw before he nips, teeth far sharper than a regular human's. ]
[She threads her fingers into his hair as his teeth draw pricks of blood to her skin, one hand rubbing at the base of his ears as the other trails down to his back.]
Isn't that all I got? Not a bad look? You're going to have to do a bit better than that if you want better compliments.
[She's not doing a great job of keeping her voice light and teasing, though, and after a moment she rocks her hips experimentally, testing how it feels when the angle of his cock shifts inside her, and she inhales sharply.]
[ groans - - and then laughs again, pulling out a few inches and then pushing in again. it's when he pulls out the barbs are more noticeable, dragging like they're resisting the motion of being pulled out, intending to keep him inside. ]
Should I be saying... How good you feel around my cock?
[She makes a strangled noise in her throat—that feeling is a lot more, riding the edge of unpleasant, but the release when he shifts to pushing back in again combines with the press of his shaft inside her into something that sends sparks through her.
Even with that, even now, it feels like her face somehow burns hotter at his words. And the words she says in response, haltingly.]
Do you just want—to hear how good your cock feels?
Yeah. How about something like... You've never fucked someone like me before?
[ in contrast the words don't seem to embarrass him; his lips are curled into a smirk, clearly enjoying testing at seeing what she'll say, what he can urge her into doing. his next thrust is deeper, almost all of his cock leaving her before pushing into her again, the barbs raking again as the bulbous part of his shaft sinks to the base. ]
it's also soothed by how she trembles when he moves -- not that he's insecure, per se, but he's also still a proud man that likes it when he knows he's good at things. like getting a reaction from her, and he repeats the same thrust -- pulling almost all the way out then pushing till he's sunk into his base, the barbs flexing again each time he rakes in and out of her. ]
[His thrust catches her on an inhale this time, and she can't suppress the noise she makes, her embarrassment rising again at how helpless it sounds. The feeling is different the second time, in some way she can't describe, her body adjusting and her arousal masking more of the discomfort. This time it's much easier to believe they could continue like this.
She cards her fingers through his hair a few times, for the sensation of it, and then fists her hand and yanks hard on it to communicate—something.]
[ he huffs out, amused, his hand sliding further down her leg to prop her knee up so he can get a bit deeper of an angle. he starts to set up a proper pace now, not as deep but moving faster, rocking in and out of her, imagining at this point she's adjusted more to the barbs so it's not purely uncomfortable.
he tilts his head back with the yank, the smug look not leaving his face. ]
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he's shifting as close as he can to her, too, close enough his erection will be obvious against her leg through his pants. ]
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And enough to give herself room for her hand to slide down his chest and press the heel of her palm hard against the bulge of his pants.]
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he's fucking her more aggressively with his fingers, now, too - - pressing them in knuckle deep each time, a rumbling sound like a purr deep in the back of his throat. ]
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he stops, entirely, with his fingers - - pulls them out. as tempting as it is to tease it's not really for that reason as much as it is a sense of urgency, his hands going to his pants to start to fumble them open, his mouth open with little pants for air. ]
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But when she sees what he's doing her attitude changes immediately, sitting back to give him room to work on undoing his pants since she doesn't trust herself to make that process any more efficient. In the meantime she moves to touch herself, splaying her legs and pressing fingers to her clit.]
Yes—come on—
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at last he frees his cock and now the strangeness of it is fully visible - - the bulbous base has small, fleshy little spines on it, and the base tapers to a thin point. it's fully hard, and he moves to try to push her on her back, now, his hand going to tug one leg apart from the other. ]
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She sprawls backwards easily, drawing him in closer by hooking a heel around his back.]
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[Even that sends a wave of warmth through her, and she tenses slightly in anticipation before some still functioning part of her brain reminds her that tensing is probably a bad idea and she consciously relaxes most of her body.
Her core muscles tighten, though, as she moves her hips, letting his shaft rub against her, each pass a bit more slick with her fluids, and she shivers.]
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[ he asks, as if he even needs to - - it's a rhetorical question more than anything. his cock quickly becomes slick with her juices, easing the travel of the barbs against her.
he doesn't wait for her to answer before pressing the thin tip of his cock against he entrance and then pushing in - - just until it hits the bulbous part of his cock, but even that is enough to have him hissing, claws curled into her skin to the point of drawing blood. ]
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[Is her exclamation at the feeling of him finally pressing into her, or the bite of his claws into skin? It's impossible to tell, the sharp pain merging with the flush of pleasure, and her hands tangle and grip in the sheets above her as her back arches off the bed.]
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This isn't... A bad look for you, either.
[ his hips push forward, pushing the wider, bulbous part of his cock inside of her - - it's easier for the spines to go in than come out, at least, but they'll still rake noticeably against it her insides. ]
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It's a few seconds after he's fully settled inside that she manages to focus her eyes on him and say anything, and her voice is breathy and low.]
You're not bad yourself.
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[ he stays settled all the way inside her, cock twitching along with the barbs inside of her. he leans down, dragging his lips against her jaw before he nips, teeth far sharper than a regular human's. ]
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Isn't that all I got? Not a bad look? You're going to have to do a bit better than that if you want better compliments.
[She's not doing a great job of keeping her voice light and teasing, though, and after a moment she rocks her hips experimentally, testing how it feels when the angle of his cock shifts inside her, and she inhales sharply.]
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Should I be saying... How good you feel around my cock?
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Even with that, even now, it feels like her face somehow burns hotter at his words. And the words she says in response, haltingly.]
Do you just want—to hear how good your cock feels?
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[ in contrast the words don't seem to embarrass him; his lips are curled into a smirk, clearly enjoying testing at seeing what she'll say, what he can urge her into doing. his next thrust is deeper, almost all of his cock leaving her before pushing into her again, the barbs raking again as the bulbous part of his shaft sinks to the base. ]
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[Her whole body trembles when his cock sinks into her again. It's so much, even that one thrust. Can she really handle him fucking her like that?
Even as she poses the question to herself she wants to, urgently. Wants to ride through whatever he can do to her until they're both mindless from it.
She rocks her hips again, making the barbs shift and press at her, the feeling already easier. More familiar. Better.]
Y-You know—that's true.
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[ smug cat ego: soothed.
it's also soothed by how she trembles when he moves -- not that he's insecure, per se, but he's also still a proud man that likes it when he knows he's good at things. like getting a reaction from her, and he repeats the same thrust -- pulling almost all the way out then pushing till he's sunk into his base, the barbs flexing again each time he rakes in and out of her. ]
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She cards her fingers through his hair a few times, for the sensation of it, and then fists her hand and yanks hard on it to communicate—something.]
Don't look so smug yet.
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he tilts his head back with the yank, the smug look not leaving his face. ]
Why not? Shouldn't I be enjoying myself?
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