[ that noise definitely stirs something in her, hungry in more ways than
one; a little predatory and a little possessive, and she shifts to welcome
that squirming with her own body.
She nudges her legs up under Nem's even as she manages to remember to keep
her fingers moving, drawing in and out of her with long strokes and her
thumb working little circles around her clit. The tempo's a little off as
her focus drifts from blood to pleasuring her girl and back again, but she
manages to mostly keep on point, even as she adds the slow grind of her
hips between her legs, firm length rubbing up along the crease of her
thigh, to the mix.
... it's probably a minute or so before she does remember herself enough to
draw her fangs out with a soft grasp, closing her mouth over those
punctures as they heal up top keep from wasting even a drop. ]
[This is fine; Nemesis is lost enough in sensation herself that it's hard to know if the heady feeling is from the unsteady press of fingers within her and the hot, heavy length running frustratingly close, or from the strong pull of blood from her neck that leaves her limbs pleasantly heavy and Requiem's body warm to the touch--her warmth flowing through Req's veins or digestive system or however vampire anatomy works. Either way she digs her hands into Req's back and sees stars, clenching desperately around Req's fingers with another tiny, strained cry.]
[ she's certainly gotten that much warmer, yes. she groans, soft, trailing
her lips up under the edge of her jaw as her wings shudder at the grip
against her back, the firm squeeze of muscle against her fingers.
She's reluctant to draw them out, but she does-- slow, careful-- because
the hot need of her length is a bit more pressing at the moment; curls her
fingers, still wet with Nem's juices, around herself, pressing forward just
enough to rub the head along her in a smooth, firm motion, but hesitates,
because... well.
She's a little breathless, but now that her fangs aren't sunk into Nem's
flesh a little clarity returns, and she has enough in her to mutter: ]
[Nods, tugging Requiem into a somewhat sloppy though plenty enthusiastic kiss. Eventually it breaks because neither of them have regained quite enough breath for it, but it serves its purpose of buying enough time for Nem's head to if not stop spinning, at least be able to string a few words together. It's difficult with Req so warm, and even this close it's impossible not to want to be even closer. Her hands drift down to Req's hips and squeeze, shaky but firm.]
...Toldja I was close. ...Gonna haveta work harder to keep up.
[Her voice is slow and shivery, but even still twitching, she nudges herself closer, rubbing Req against her slick entrance]
[ Mutters the promise low against her lips, kissing her again-- and again,
and again, soft and breathless, her own hitching at the feel of that hot,
damp flesh against that sensitive head.
She doesn't indulge in that feeling for much longer, though, pressing
forward in against her until her length begins to sink in. She sucks in a
breath, eyes closed, and slowly continues; it's a bit thicker than her
slender fingers, to be sure, and Nem's comfort is more important than that
frankly delicious squeeze of heat surrounding her. ]
[She murmurs lazily through the kisses, enjoying the hitch of Req's breath. Though her own catches soon after, as Requiem finally heads in and her brain kind of statics a little. Instead of the fair attempt at banter, she barely manages to choke out a fluttery, surprised little sound, eyes widening and hands clenching again at Req's back.
The stretch is not a bad intense, but definitely intense--Req's dick is poker-hot and distractingly not-quite-solid within her. Her muscles clench rhythmically around its girth, as if not quite able to relax enough to let her in in one go--perhaps as if unwilling to let her get away. Either way, she rocks up automatically, urging Req deeper in]
[ she WAS going to ask-- how is it? are you okay? is it too much because
you're real tight and it feels maybe like too much--
but she doesn't really get the chance before the thoughts start to fizzle
into the back of her mind, as Nem's hips rock up to meet her, sinking her
in that much deeper. she groans, low, and buries her face in against nem's
hair as she pulls a little back and gently rocks forward again, slow and
careful and relishing in the wet heat in a way she hadn't been able to
before. her hand smooths down along nem's thigh to hold it against her as
leverage, as she uses each shallow motion to press deeper, to sink in until
her own hips can press tight to her bottom and she's confident she's been
filled. ]
[Nemesis probably makes some sort of sound that hopefully doesn't sound too much like a gut punch since that seems like the entirely wrong feeling for something that's so absolutely not-bad. It's--hard to string any thoughts of consequence together, her mind mostly monosyllables like 'hot' and 'full' and 'more'. It's too much and not enough all at once, and she wants Requiem to move--she wants Requiem to stay, filling up every last bit of space against and within her, so that there's absolutely nothing else but the two of them together, the shared throb of her pulse and her blood flowing through both their veins. Another shuddery groan--this one probably a curse--and she hooks her legs up to wrap around Req's waist, hitches jerkily forward, hands clutching at Req's back, scrabbling at the base of her wings]
[ there's plenty of purchase there, between the knobby shoulder bones and
connections of the wings themselves to the feathers that cover the skin,
for nem to grip onto; req's wings shudder in response, half- draped over
her sides and around them both, and she can't help the soft groan as Nem's
hips press up to meet her.
She hasn't felt this warm since she was-- since she was human again, and
it's dizzyingly intoxicating from more than just blood, so many sensations
happening at once it's hard to keep track. Slowly, fingers digging into
Nem's thigh, she draws back until she's almost out and in again in a smooth
motion, setting the rhythm as gentle as she can stand to manage when all
she wants is to be eclipsed by that tight warmth, to meld herself to nem's
smaller body, for good. ]
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[ that noise definitely stirs something in her, hungry in more ways than one; a little predatory and a little possessive, and she shifts to welcome that squirming with her own body.
She nudges her legs up under Nem's even as she manages to remember to keep her fingers moving, drawing in and out of her with long strokes and her thumb working little circles around her clit. The tempo's a little off as her focus drifts from blood to pleasuring her girl and back again, but she manages to mostly keep on point, even as she adds the slow grind of her hips between her legs, firm length rubbing up along the crease of her thigh, to the mix.
... it's probably a minute or so before she does remember herself enough to draw her fangs out with a soft grasp, closing her mouth over those punctures as they heal up top keep from wasting even a drop. ]
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[ she's certainly gotten that much warmer, yes. she groans, soft, trailing her lips up under the edge of her jaw as her wings shudder at the grip against her back, the firm squeeze of muscle against her fingers.
She's reluctant to draw them out, but she does-- slow, careful-- because the hot need of her length is a bit more pressing at the moment; curls her fingers, still wet with Nem's juices, around herself, pressing forward just enough to rub the head along her in a smooth, firm motion, but hesitates, because... well.
She's a little breathless, but now that her fangs aren't sunk into Nem's flesh a little clarity returns, and she has enough in her to mutter: ]
-- okay, Kitty...?
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...Toldja I was close. ...Gonna haveta work harder to keep up.
[Her voice is slow and shivery, but even still twitching, she nudges herself closer, rubbing Req against her slick entrance]
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... give you a better one.
[ Mutters the promise low against her lips, kissing her again-- and again, and again, soft and breathless, her own hitching at the feel of that hot, damp flesh against that sensitive head.
She doesn't indulge in that feeling for much longer, though, pressing forward in against her until her length begins to sink in. She sucks in a breath, eyes closed, and slowly continues; it's a bit thicker than her slender fingers, to be sure, and Nem's comfort is more important than that frankly delicious squeeze of heat surrounding her. ]
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[She murmurs lazily through the kisses, enjoying the hitch of Req's breath. Though her own catches soon after, as Requiem finally heads in and her brain kind of statics a little. Instead of the fair attempt at banter, she barely manages to choke out a fluttery, surprised little sound, eyes widening and hands clenching again at Req's back.
The stretch is not a bad intense, but definitely intense--Req's dick is poker-hot and distractingly not-quite-solid within her. Her muscles clench rhythmically around its girth, as if not quite able to relax enough to let her in in one go--perhaps as if unwilling to let her get away. Either way, she rocks up automatically, urging Req deeper in]
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[ she WAS going to ask-- how is it? are you okay? is it too much because you're real tight and it feels maybe like too much--
but she doesn't really get the chance before the thoughts start to fizzle into the back of her mind, as Nem's hips rock up to meet her, sinking her in that much deeper. she groans, low, and buries her face in against nem's hair as she pulls a little back and gently rocks forward again, slow and careful and relishing in the wet heat in a way she hadn't been able to before. her hand smooths down along nem's thigh to hold it against her as leverage, as she uses each shallow motion to press deeper, to sink in until her own hips can press tight to her bottom and she's confident she's been filled. ]
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[ there's plenty of purchase there, between the knobby shoulder bones and connections of the wings themselves to the feathers that cover the skin, for nem to grip onto; req's wings shudder in response, half- draped over her sides and around them both, and she can't help the soft groan as Nem's hips press up to meet her.
She hasn't felt this warm since she was-- since she was human again, and it's dizzyingly intoxicating from more than just blood, so many sensations happening at once it's hard to keep track. Slowly, fingers digging into Nem's thigh, she draws back until she's almost out and in again in a smooth motion, setting the rhythm as gentle as she can stand to manage when all she wants is to be eclipsed by that tight warmth, to meld herself to nem's smaller body, for good. ]