she can't really help but actually kiss him, if gently still, chaste
given she seems to accomplish it even while doing that, whatever she does while his eyes are closed doesn't appear to take much on her part. the silence is broken only by the sound of the waves ebbing gentle against the lakeshore - louder, then, after the last, more intensely after that, strength greater and greater with precious little change in the breeze, as if worked into a frenzy by some immeasurable, unseen force -
before it just dies down, returning to normal in moments, but with some change in his surroundings - some appendage, warm to the touch as if alive but lacking any joints to be classified as a hand, immaculately smooth but without wetness - has begun to creep its way near his torso, prodding at his abdomen. her free hand - blindly, occupied with the kiss - trails over his thigh, gropes clumsy at his lap, feeling for his cock ]
between the time he closed his eyes and now, a cluster of tentacles has gathered on the shore. ostensibly having risen from the lake, they're not unlike those one would find on a squid or octopus - they flank Dia now, emanating from seemingly nowhere in particular, simply fading into existence at her sides; while there's a variety of shapes and sizes on display, consistent among them appears to be their color - each dark in color, specks of iridescence dancing in the pitch with the light of the sun as if each limb were made of oil,
but they - even the slender limb that attempted to climb its way up his torso - all stop short of advancing, writhing idly as she watches him, smile as content as ever, if with a thoughtfulness to it befitting the situation, attempting to gauge his reaction ]
They're really cute, right...? Is this amount okay?
[ cupping her hand between his legs, now, slowly beginning to rub at him, building up a careful friction ]
You're the one being spoiled here, so you don't need to think of anything but feeling good, but if it's too much, or if you don't like it - you can let me know, alright...?
[ hums, leaning in to kiss him - at the edge of his jaw first, then his mouth again, more intently, tongue prodding at his lower lip
her hand maintains that languid pace, deliberate as if easing him into it, or teasing perhaps, as the tentacles at her side advance - thin tendrils brushing against his chest to wind comfortably around his nipples, tugging at them gentle, careful
and with that remaining hand free, of course, however focused she is on these other ministrations, she maintains her grip on his hand, rubbing slow circles around the joints of his fingers. ]
early though it may be it's satisfying to see him affected at all, settles in her heart, pools down warmly within her gut.
he can feel her own breath beginning to pick up, hot and short, tongue heavy as it explores his mouth, glides over teeth, rubs briefly at his palate before withdrawing; taking little time to catch her breath she allows her focus to shift lower, lips idling there as her fingers, accompanied by a small group of the tentacles, attempts to dip beneath the waistband of his pants to caress a bare thigh, the pair at his nipples carrying on steadily. ]
[being kissed by her is wonderful, and he finds himself thinking that he really should do it more often
but then he's distracted, both by the continuing touch at his nipples as well as the many appendages at his thigh, and he holds his breath in anticipation]
[ it's careful, the way that she kisses at him, giving each inch of him consideration deemed long due, affectionate; from the edge of his jaw she drifts to his throat now, tip of her tongue gliding light over the edge of each tattoo as she sees them, committing the pattern to memory.
as she goes he could feel - there is distinct texture to the sensations at his lap, ribbed undersides of the tentacles - suckers, perhaps, befitting something dredged up from the lake, or some other small protrusions, individual parts wriggling against his legs in steady rhythm with their whole. with so many they seem almost to be embracing him themselves, teasing further and further along the edge of his inner thigh in lieu of her hands - one still holding his, the other settling, finally, at the base of his cock, giving it a quick loose stroke ]
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[ fond, in as much as she can be of the liar hell incident, but ]
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pressing her lips to the shell of his ear a bit, tentative, thoughtful ]
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holding still, letting her finish her thought]
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Close your eyes...?
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she can't really help but actually kiss him, if gently still, chaste
given she seems to accomplish it even while doing that, whatever she does while his eyes are closed doesn't appear to take much on her part. the silence is broken only by the sound of the waves ebbing gentle against the lakeshore - louder, then, after the last, more intensely after that, strength greater and greater with precious little change in the breeze, as if worked into a frenzy by some immeasurable, unseen force -
before it just dies down, returning to normal in moments, but with some change in his surroundings - some appendage, warm to the touch as if alive but lacking any joints to be classified as a hand, immaculately smooth but without wetness - has begun to creep its way near his torso, prodding at his abdomen. her free hand - blindly, occupied with the kiss - trails over his thigh, gropes clumsy at his lap, feeling for his cock ]
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everything about this is really weird]
...Can I open my eyes?
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between the time he closed his eyes and now, a cluster of tentacles has gathered on the shore. ostensibly having risen from the lake, they're not unlike those one would find on a squid or octopus - they flank Dia now, emanating from seemingly nowhere in particular, simply fading into existence at her sides; while there's a variety of shapes and sizes on display, consistent among them appears to be their color - each dark in color, specks of iridescence dancing in the pitch with the light of the sun as if each limb were made of oil,
but they - even the slender limb that attempted to climb its way up his torso - all stop short of advancing, writhing idly as she watches him, smile as content as ever, if with a thoughtfulness to it befitting the situation, attempting to gauge his reaction ]
They're really cute, right...? Is this amount okay?
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[that is. a lot.]
You wanna use all of them on me? Along with your hands and mouth?
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Is there somewhere else that you want to touch...?
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[ cupping her hand between his legs, now, slowly beginning to rub at him, building up a careful friction ]
You're the one being spoiled here, so you don't need to think of anything but feeling good, but if it's too much, or if you don't like it - you can let me know, alright...?
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[closing his eyes briefly, enjoying the feeling]
Okay...
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her hand maintains that languid pace, deliberate as if easing him into it, or teasing perhaps, as the tentacles at her side advance - thin tendrils brushing against his chest to wind comfortably around his nipples, tugging at them gentle, careful
and with that remaining hand free, of course, however focused she is on these other ministrations, she maintains her grip on his hand, rubbing slow circles around the joints of his fingers. ]
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but also really nice.
so he's making a pleased noise into her mouth as he responds to the kiss, hips rutting a little into the touch]
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early though it may be it's satisfying to see him affected at all, settles in her heart, pools down warmly within her gut.
he can feel her own breath beginning to pick up, hot and short, tongue heavy as it explores his mouth, glides over teeth, rubs briefly at his palate before withdrawing; taking little time to catch her breath she allows her focus to shift lower, lips idling there as her fingers, accompanied by a small group of the tentacles, attempts to dip beneath the waistband of his pants to caress a bare thigh, the pair at his nipples carrying on steadily. ]
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but then he's distracted, both by the continuing touch at his nipples as well as the many appendages at his thigh, and he holds his breath in anticipation]
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as she goes he could feel - there is distinct texture to the sensations at his lap, ribbed undersides of the tentacles - suckers, perhaps, befitting something dredged up from the lake, or some other small protrusions, individual parts wriggling against his legs in steady rhythm with their whole. with so many they seem almost to be embracing him themselves, teasing further and further along the edge of his inner thigh in lieu of her hands - one still holding his, the other settling, finally, at the base of his cock, giving it a quick loose stroke ]
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