[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. ]
[The embarrassing noises don't stop as he starts moving. The sensation layers over itself in warm waves, building up each time he sinks into her until she's eager for more, pushing back against the thrusts. She appears to have forgotten about the hand still pulling painfully on his hair, and she trips over her words to respond.]
I'd hope—so. But I'd also—hope you're not—satisfied yet.
[When one thrust hits her in a particularly nice way, her muscles contract around his cock as if trying to hold him inside her, and she shudders hard.]
[ his groan sounds like a growl again when she contracts around him and his next thrust is angled just a bit differently, trying again to see what sorts of noises she'll make, his head tucking down so he can scrape his sharp canines against her neck -- like he's about to bite down.
in fact, he does, not replying to her quite yet as his teeth sink into the crook of her neck, sharp enough to easily break through skin as he fucks her. ]
[Her nerves are so wired with arousal that his teeth drawing blood doesn't even register as painful, just another bright spark of warmth down her spine that settles in her groin. But it does make her clamp down again, less momentary this time, muscles tight around him for a few thrusts before they ease. The sound she makes is almost incredulous as it adds more resistance to his movement, but doesn't stop the barbs steadily dragging into and out of her.
She needs to do something with her hands, and they run over his shoulders and through his hair aimlessly, before one eventually settles on gripping a cat ear, nails digging in, and the other trails down his face, past his missing eye, over his scars, and towards where his mouth is on her skin.]
[ he breaks the bite after a few seconds, muffling another deep growl into her skin when he feels her clench around his shaft again -- it's a lot, especially around the bulbous part of his cock where it feels all the more tighter, and the barbs flex inside of her as he ruts roughly, at this point not too concerned over her comfort in this.
he laps at the pinpricks of blood, and when she digs nails into his ear he hisses (again, more catlike than human) and rakes claws down her side, leaving wet red lines in their wake. ]
[She can feel his growl vibrate, both where his mouth is pressed to her skin and where her hand rests on his face. It's very gratifying. In a way, so are the drops and trails of blood she has from scratches and bites by now; she cannot even slightly find it into her to be concerned about that, and his claws just draw out another low moan.
Even as her muscles relax, his rough thrusts into her are intense, riding the line between pleasure and discomfort again. But the slight discomfort is probably the only thing keeping her from going over the edge, which means she stays there on the edge as he fucks her, trembling hard and somehow needing both more and less.
Eventually she decides that more is the answer, and she arches up against him, both hands sinking into his hair and digging into his scalp.]
[ he does take that as encouragement to fuck her harder, his knee sliding up on the bed some just to get some more leverage to pick up the pace of his thrusts; short, needy movements in, his teeth sinking into her skin again where he muffles a rougher growl of pleasure. he can feel himself getting closer, too, the sensations around his cock oh-so-different now that it's not a normal human one's and he's finding it difficult to last long as he is. ]
[That's good, because that's as coherent a request as she can manage to vocalize right now. She shifts slightly, legs just a little bit wider, hips lifted until his thrusts hit her in a way that make her dizzy. She can barely feel his bite this time.
It's not long of that before she's shaking hard, pleasure hitting her in harder waves, but the drag of the barbs is still distracting enough that it's not quite satisfying, and she hisses, with a short needy gasp at the end of it.]
[ thankfully -- he seems a bit inclined to help on that front, the hand not clawing down her side moving between them to brush past her chest, to her stomach then between her legs, roughly grinding at her clit with his fingers as he chases his own completion, barbs extended as if to stay inside of her as long as possible as he gets close. ]
[That does it—more than does it—the pressure to her clit is almost like a shock with how sensitive she is now. A shudder runs up and down her spine, and then the tremor takes over the rest of her, her muscles fully escaping her control as her climax hits her. Her brain isn't doing much better, and and she's completely unconscious of the volume of her shout. She tightens hard around him again at the end of his next thrust, her body finally having had enough.]
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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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[The embarrassing noises don't stop as he starts moving. The sensation layers over itself in warm waves, building up each time he sinks into her until she's eager for more, pushing back against the thrusts. She appears to have forgotten about the hand still pulling painfully on his hair, and she trips over her words to respond.]
I'd hope—so. But I'd also—hope you're not—satisfied yet.
[When one thrust hits her in a particularly nice way, her muscles contract around his cock as if trying to hold him inside her, and she shudders hard.]
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in fact, he does, not replying to her quite yet as his teeth sink into the crook of her neck, sharp enough to easily break through skin as he fucks her. ]
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She needs to do something with her hands, and they run over his shoulders and through his hair aimlessly, before one eventually settles on gripping a cat ear, nails digging in, and the other trails down his face, past his missing eye, over his scars, and towards where his mouth is on her skin.]
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he laps at the pinpricks of blood, and when she digs nails into his ear he hisses (again, more catlike than human) and rakes claws down her side, leaving wet red lines in their wake. ]
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Even as her muscles relax, his rough thrusts into her are intense, riding the line between pleasure and discomfort again. But the slight discomfort is probably the only thing keeping her from going over the edge, which means she stays there on the edge as he fucks her, trembling hard and somehow needing both more and less.
Eventually she decides that more is the answer, and she arches up against him, both hands sinking into his hair and digging into his scalp.]
Ah—come on—
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[ he does take that as encouragement to fuck her harder, his knee sliding up on the bed some just to get some more leverage to pick up the pace of his thrusts; short, needy movements in, his teeth sinking into her skin again where he muffles a rougher growl of pleasure. he can feel himself getting closer, too, the sensations around his cock oh-so-different now that it's not a normal human one's and he's finding it difficult to last long as he is. ]
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It's not long of that before she's shaking hard, pleasure hitting her in harder waves, but the drag of the barbs is still distracting enough that it's not quite satisfying, and she hisses, with a short needy gasp at the end of it.]
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[That does it—more than does it—the pressure to her clit is almost like a shock with how sensitive she is now. A shudder runs up and down her spine, and then the tremor takes over the rest of her, her muscles fully escaping her control as her climax hits her. Her brain isn't doing much better, and and she's completely unconscious of the volume of her shout. She tightens hard around him again at the end of his next thrust, her body finally having had enough.]
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