wotanon | Dreamers After Dark (VII)

[ another rumbling chuckle, sitting back on her haunches and moving an arm under Hope's thighs for her to sit on without hanging. ]

Don't knnnnow what you expected.

Why can I never kill something when I want to kill something, these days.

[ also, the bite has completely sealed up?? ]

I'mmmm verrrry harrrd to kill.

You didn't rrreally trrrry.

I'm—

...getting whatever this is out of my system.

It's the next best thing that's bearable.

[ she shifts, a little uncomfortably. ]

[ a rumbling hum, thoughtful. ]

Could eat you out.

[ that's close enough to mauling, right ]

Oh, fuck off—

[ although it's sort of... more said in the tone of swatting a fly, rather than actually biting. ]

That's—

[ it comes out slightly more breathy and needy than she anticipated; she shifts again, and it's—well. it's a different kind of hunger, and she hates it. it's really illegal that she can't be in control of her impulses 24/7. ]

[ those claws curl, slightly, at the shifting, pressing lightly into the underside of her thigh.

She makes a questioning noise, prompting, as she tilts her head down as much as she can to snuffle against Hope's back. or close as she can get, anyway. ]

Nnh—

God, I'd really go for it right now. I don't know what to do with this.

[ A rumble of acquiescence, leaning all the way down to lay her out on the grass and remove her claws. ]

Might rrrip clothes. If you don't take themmmm off.

[ dry, exhausted: ]

You're a gentlewoman.

[ she kicks her shoes off into the grass and—after a moment of hesitation that feels longer in her head than it actually turns out to be, starts loosening her pants. ]

You said—I'd never have to worry about losing control around you.

[ not quite accusatory, more just—ironic. ]

[ A long pause, watching her.

Then an uneasy grumble, taking a few steps back. ]

Then don't.

...yeah, okay.

I didn't have sex for probably a century so I'm—a little... weird about it, but—

[ she just, scrubs a hand over her face again. ]

I won't.

[ ... i have no idea what that means.

she stays where she is, waiting for some sort of-- actual rejection, or some such, eyes narrowed. ]

...Christ.

I'm saying yes, all right?

Harrrd to tell.

[ huffs, but approaches again, hovering over her. ]

You seemmm so torrrturrrred about it.

Thought I'd give you an out.

[ primly: ] Circumstance has predisposed me to overcompensating on my boundaries on occasion.

You know, it's the trauma.

[ another rumbling hum, nosing her muzzle up against the bottom edge of Hope's shirt, which almost certainly oozes some of that slick liquid onto her; hot, in the cool air. ]

Mmmmaybe I'mmm not interesting in making it worrrse.

Ah—that's, hh, not very monstrous of you...

[ coping skills: anxiety can't catch you when you're being a shit about things, right ]

[ huffs against her skin, eyes closed; that inky black tongue slipping out to smooth along her abdomen, rough and ticklish like a cat's.

she's silent for a long moment. ]

... won't inflict the same shit that happened to mmmee.

[ she's quiet for another long moment, and sort of... just puts her hand on Nychta's big crocodile head. gently. ]

...there's really too many of us with that kind of story.

[ tilts her head into the touch, eyes still closed. ]

... so we can mmmake new memmmories.

...yeah. Sure can, can't we.

[ tilting her head lightly against the top of her snout— ]

Company's not bad, really.

[ huffs again.

Talking is hard in this form though; she pulls her head back a little to nudge under her jaw, extending that tongue past her rows of sharpened teeth to rasp against Hope's neck. ]

[ she reflexively tilts her head back and to the side without even thinking (like she's expecting someone to bite?), and makes a little sharp noise in the back of her throat, eyes fluttering closed. ]

Ah—

[ unfortunately if nychta bites she's taking hope's entire head off. this is a Big Maw.

Trails up along her pulse point and under her chin, as one of those clawed hands presses light against her chest to push her down. ]

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