wotanon | Dreamers After Dark (VII)

[ 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. ]

[ really it's for the best that nychta can't bite like this, because she makes a slightly embarrassed noise when she catches herself having done that. some reactions just get ingrained.

she lets Nychta push her down, though, her breaths coming a little more labored, and lets go of her neck to slump down against the grass fully, one knee propped up. ]

[ laps gently at her skin once she's down, just tiny little strokes of that rough tongue down her neck again until her shirt prevents her.

That clawed hand seems surprisingly dexterous, too-- though it's large and the fingers are thick, she's delicate with her claws, curling them around and gently pressing in against the fabric covering hope's inner thigh. ]

[ there's a series of sharp little intakes of breath, in a pleased kind of way— ]

Should—finish what I started...

[ which is to say, she tugs her waistband down, pulling the fabric free of her and kicking it off into the grass. ]

[ makes a noise of agreement, removing her claws to let her do that.

The air is chilled but nychta's body radiates heat, and that only increases as she shifts the attention of her muzzle to Hope's legs, huffing lightly against them before smoothing her tongue along her thigh. ]

[ she leans back on her elbows, legs falling open slightly—

shivering, but not from the chill. the temperature's fine. ]

...why did you offer, anyway...

[ a thoughtful rumble, breath hot between her thighs, as she nuzzles her nose in a little more to breath in her scent. ]

Always rrready to go.

[ this, somewhat teasing; her jaws part to extend her tongue again, the slick, sandpapery surface rasping up from mid-thigh to the underside of her knee. ]

Nnnnnh what, so you—so you say this to every girl—?

[ there's a laugh in it, teasing back, even as her breath hitches in the middle of it. ]

Surrrre. And you look good in grrreen.

[ a chuckling grumble, her claws wrapping around Hope's calf to spread and raise her leg a little more; her tongue only extends so far out and her muzzle is pretty wide, so she has to angle her head to continue in and down, to the join of her thigh,

rub her snout between her legs, as she moves, blowing a heated breath,

and casually continues her tiny licks along the inside of her other thigh. ]

[ she makes a sound that's halfway between a snort and a disappointed whine, hips canting forward a little bit. ]

...you're—teasing me.

[ makes a rumbling noise that's distinctly like "mhm", dragging the tip of her tongue along her inner thigh and over her hip.

Mostly she's thinking of how to manage this-- her tongue doesn't go out that far, really, and there's a ton of teeth in the way. So she pulls back after a moment to sit up, just a bit, using both hands to prop hope's hips up higher.

High enough for her to part her jaws around her, between her legs, and drag her tongue from ass to clit. ]

[ first of all, that's somewhat startling, and second of all there is a mild moment of danger because she bucks her hips into it so suddenly skin gets alarmingly close to teeth for a moment, probably.

she looks frankly kind of dazed, digging her fingers into the soft earth, biting down on her lower lip like she's clamping down on a more intense reaction. ]

[ unfortunately they're going to continue to be close to teeth; she can't really help the fangs brushing against her skin as she shifts to move her tongue, anyway.

She laps at her again, wide and flat and slow between her lower lips, taking in the taste of her. ]

[ there's always like... this weird iron tang, which may or may not improve the experience, depending on who you are.

she sighs, long and fluttery, squeezing her eyes shut—toes curling in midair, though she's kind of oddly quiet, considering how clearly affected she is. there's a little hiss of breath every brush of teeth against skin. ]

[ I mean, it's. tasty. for nychta, i guess.

but she licks at her in long, even motions, rubbing the rough muscle firmly along her clit on every upstroke; she pulls back just slightly for a better angle, to press the blunt tip of her tongue into her entrance. ]

Hhhh—ah—

[ she arches her hips against nychta's tongue, one of her legs jerking up slightly; she pulls an arm up from the ground to splay a hand over her own face, which has the unfortunate side-effect of smearing dirt across her forehead. ]

Ffffffuck.

[ the claws lightly squeeze at her as she shifts, either in reaction to her movements or to keep her more still. Hard to say.

She presses into her, slow, the rough surface of her tongue dragging at her flesh as she draws it back out, and in again; too large to fit in its entirety but more than wide enough to rub against and between her lips with each shallow thrust. ]

[ she tenses to press her hips into Nychta’s tongue, muscles held taut, although her legs shake, toes curled almost flat against the bottom of her feet.

a low groan escapes her throat, pitching up into something like an abbreviated gasp, and she accidentally knocks her glasses askew, half off her head and into the grass. ]

[ there's a rumbling growl, one that reverberates from her throat and through her flesh, as her neck curls a little more so she can press further forward to Hope's body.

Her teeth press light against both sides on her body as if to anchor her as her tongue picks up the pace, rubbing firmly, friction eased only slightly by that oily saliva. ]

Hhhhhh—oh—

[ maybe she should be more concerned about the oily black saliva, but her composure is starting to slip considerably, even as she tries not to rock too hard into the jaws around her.

She flexes her legs open a little bit more in nychta’s grip, trying to give her more room to press in. ]

[ i had a whole tag written up and accidentally hit refresh. but anyway it's fine. the saliva is fine don't worry about it.

she rumbles another pleased growl at the moan, eagerly pressing into that bit of offered space as Hope's legs spread. The sharpened edges of her teeth ever-so-gently scrape over her stomach and against the small of her back as she thrusts the thick muscle into her. ]

[ definitely fine it's all fine.

she cries out sharply at that thrust, that fades out into a needy whine in the back of her throat.

she doesn't say anything, but from the way her head tilts back, and her eyes flutter half-lidded, the way her hands curl into the dirt harder with every exhale of breath and her hips cant forward harder with each movement, there's an increasingly eager edge to all of it. ]

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