softlyfalling | monster bingo 2020;

[ 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. ]

Please—

[withdraws his tongue for just a moment]

Come. Come for me, beautiful.

[and then it's gliding back into her, deep as he can go]

Ah—!

[ 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]

Good. Perfect.

[ 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. ]