[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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[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. ]