[he gently runs his teeth over it as his talons pinch her other nipple, rolling it between his--well, claws. it's a bit sharper than he is normally, but nothing too painful]
[presses her hip down with one hand, talons stroking her hipbone, and lets his long, long tongue barely caress her labia, flicking along the sensitive lips, before he curls the forked end around her clit and squeezes]
[ she moans, long and loud, and the hand she was beginning to weave into his hair reflexively tugs down on his head, in a desperate bid for more, her chest heaving. ]
[he resists being pushed, but lets out a breathy chuckle, and his tongue slithers further down to glide right into her, thin and easy, and far deeper than tongues normally can go--before withdrawing it, and flicking against her clit again]
[he can't resist--he does it again, seeing how far his tongue can glide into her, while the sharp points of his talons drag gently along her hip and thigh. it's not enough to cut into her skin, but the threat of it is still there, just on the edge]
[ really, she's pretty sure she could lose herself this way, and she presses her legs up against his talons rather than away, the sharpness focusing her through the haze of arousal. ]
[raven lets out a pleased trill and allows his talons to drag down just a little harder, enough to nick her thighs, as he thrusts his tongue back and forth, thin but deep]
[ she cries out, gasping, hips pressing back against him and head thrown back; her fingers tighten in his hair. her skin prickles under his talons—as good as this sort of thing feels normally, somehow everything feels intensely vivid right now. ]
[his tongue slithers up her to wind around her clit again, squeezing it tightly as he sucks with his lips sealed on it, humming as he encourages her. he rakes light nicks along her hips and thighs, one hand dragging up her abdomen to toy with her breast, leaving shallow red lines in its wake]
[ she makes a noise of absolute desperation—a long whine of a moan, and arches toward him; her fingers trail down the scratches he's left, and come to rest on his arm, digging into the skin. ]
[ and it's not long at all before she does, gasping it out, muscles tightening around his tongue; her hand clamps down on his arm hard, to have something to anchor her. ]
[he trills, pleased, and doesn't relent until she's shaking, withdrawing his tongue only to flick gently against her sensitive clit. his talon keeps moving in circles around her nipple]
[ she looks like she's trying to get... any words out, really, but it all gets lost and jumbled because her brain is too busy melting, overstimulated, and all that comes out is a high-pitched, gasping whine. really she's just jello at this point, spread and shuddering beneath him. ]
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softlyfalling) wrote2020-10-22 02:29 pm
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Well, you're... doing pretty well at it for having just gotten back.
[ she tilts her head to press a kiss against his jawline, back arching up toward him. ]
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Fuck, Raven—
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[ she cuts off in a whine, squirming under him; her legs nudge apart, toes curling into the nest. ]
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You're so lovely.
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[his lips drag along her hip and down to the inside of her thigh, his tongue flicking out and teasing her]
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Please.
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So sweet.
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[ she writhes under him, hands sliding to get purchase on his feathery shoulders, trying to hold onto him, to have as much of him as she can. ]
Raven—
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[ really, she's pretty sure she could lose herself this way, and she presses her legs up against his talons rather than away, the sharpness focusing her through the haze of arousal. ]
I just—more, of... all of that...
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Fuck, you feel, ah... so good...
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Please—
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Come. Come for me, beautiful.
[and then it's gliding back into her, deep as he can go]
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[ and it's not long at all before she does, gasping it out, muscles tightening around his tongue; her hand clamps down on his arm hard, to have something to anchor her. ]
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Good. Perfect.
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I enjoyed that... I should do it more often.
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...wouldn't... argue.
[ she just. presses her face into his hair. nice. soft. ]
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