[There's something very primal about the rush that runs through her, an excitement that goes beyond just sexual at hearing, feeling his pulse flutter under her. Irhya sucks on the wound lavishly for several minutes, a fair bit longer than the previous, and when she eventually pulls back to let the piercings coagulate, she is notably warmer, inside and out.
Leaning back to look at his face, she grins, long canines glistening in the low light. It'd take a much more firm bite to drain him significantly, so just letting it bleed itself out sluggishly is enough that it should seal over without much of a mess. She can always lap up the remainder, anyway.]
Better than last time, would you say?
[She does not, however, take her weight off the rest of his body or relinquish him from her hand's up-and-down movements, instead making a coy face at him as she tries to decide what to do from here. It is rather nice to just use her hand while watching his reactions, she must admit...]
[It was a bizarre thing, to find the draining of blood enjoyable, but it was hard to deny that it added to the experience, rather than detracted from it. Enough so that when she stops, there's a moment of disappointment. When Irhya's head lifts, his eyes flicker open again to glance up at her, having to blink a few times to focus in on her face.
And her words get a small sigh of sound, almost amused.]
Some marginal improvement, perhaps....
[It's a bit breathlessly spoken, despite his best efforts. Tension continues to ripple through him, the occasional breathy shudder. Was that faint lightheadedness from blood loss or desire- Emet-Selch couldn't tell. But it seemed to heighten the effect of her hand, in any case, and his eyes slip shut again, breathing unsteadily quick.]
[Enthused by the newfound energy, Irhya licks at the spot one last time to clear away the drops of blood beading up against his skin, then repositions herself away from his neck, finally able to join the one hand with her other as she perches on her knees between his thighs.
The temptation to use her mouth is strong, though the fangs may be cause for a bit of contention, and rightfully so. Instead, she rests his tip on the bed of her tongue, suckling gently on the head without taking too much for the teeth to be an issue. After that, her tongue travels up the underside of him, painting warm stripes as she encircles his shaft between thumb and forefinger at the base.
It's just a huge tease, in the end, and the lidded look she gives him all the while makes that clear. She doesn't plan to make it easy for him.]
[As she changes positions, he didn't need to be watching her to recognize what that sudden warmth and dampness was, and he hisses quietly at both the sensation and insufficient suction. Granted, the nearness of pointy fangs should've been a cause for some slight concern, but he was currently inclined to overlook it.
And though it all felt very good, there was also the edge of frustration, her various touches not promising any immediate relief. And as he half-opens his eyes to look down at her--
...Ah, she was trying to be difficult. And succeeding, to be fair, but it wasn't as though he couldn't be both patient and stubborn. So he settles back with a small huff, reaching down to stroke lightly at her hair; if Irhya wanted to try and drag this out, that was fine.]
[The way he settles in and says nothing signals to her that he's in it for the long haul, even if she's edging on dangerous territory. Finally, she can contain her curiosity no longer, and tries tentatively to push past the first few ilms of him in her mouth. She's slow and cautious at first, testing, making sure an accidental scratch isn't in store for him; if she holds him still and moves steadily, she can fit him past her sharper teeth, if only by a tiny margin.
...Hells, they both must be crazy, for her to be doing this and him to be accepting it like nothing's wrong. But the thought only turns her on more, makes the rich feeling of heat dip low and settle in her lower belly. Pulling up and readjusting, she tries again, deciding it safer to focus on suction rather than movement. Each subsequent plunge downward has her pause to suck with varying intensity, her gaze fixed firmly on his face.]
[With each pause, the feeling of the wet heat of her mouth tightening around him, it took concentration to hold still. To not press into her touch, or shift, or arch, or do anything to disrupt the deliberation of her movements. But the tension is nonetheless noticeable, muscles repeatedly tensing underneath her.
It was a dangerous game, perhaps, but Emet-Selch felt no real concern; whatever happened, happened. And though he appears relatively collected, his lips remain slightly parted, occasionally sucking in a sharper breath, fighting off a shudder. And his skin is faintly flushed, feeling somehow warmer, despite the transfer of blood.]
[Watching the way he tries very hard not to buck into her mouth, she has to wonder how much is out of consideration for her and how much is out of caution for the delicate position he's in. But she's yet to scrape anything, to her credit, and every press downward has her go a little further still, right up until he hits the back of her throat.
Burrowing as deep as she can, she sucks hard as she begins to pull up, leaving him with a juicy pop and replacing her mouth with brisk strokes.]
But if I get you off now, we'll have to wait to do anything else... hmm...
[Perhaps getting a bit ahead of herself by thinking about things in rounds, but she's determined to get her share out of this, too. And if it means making him putty in her hand first, all the better.]
[It was getting ever more difficult to do no more than twitch under her, especially when faced with the sensation of having ever more of himself engulfed. To ignore the temptation, no matter how much harder she sucked at him. But control was required, so control would remain.
Though he does make a vaguely disapproving noise as the heat of her mouth is replaced by the comparatively less interesting motion of her hand. Taking a moment to reply, his tone is low, but even- though containing a certain degree of tension.]
Well... that depends on how patient you're feeling. Try not to take too long deciding.
[His stamina was not infinite, considering the efforts she'd already put in.]
[When it comes to teasing people, mostly. Anything else is a gamble.]
As fun as it sounds to tease you out of your wits, I suppose I won't leave you wanting, then. Time is still of the essence...
[Ears tilting forward half-consciously, she lowers her head and proceeds at a firmer pace, warmed to the task enough to relax her movements somewhat. More than anything, she's interested in seeing the fetters loosen, to hear and watch his control slip under the pressure. Her tongue flickers playfully under his frenulum, trying to coax him closer to the edge.]
[The sigh he gives in response is slightly too breathless to be properly exasperated, though he doesn't entirely approve of her claim, nor confidence. He doubted she could tease him out of anything, but the Ascian wasn't about to argue the point when she brought her head back to him.
And seemed inclined to push things forward, rather than leave him in indefinite want. Digging one hand into the mattress beside him, his breath sharpens. He swallows back a louder sound as her tongue works at him, the shudders of tension running through him growing more insistent with each pass, the ache nearly uncomfortable.]
[Ah, there it is. Now he's really having to struggle to keep quiet; her tail twitches lightly with interest. She starts peppering in her own little sounds of approval, speeding up her motions as much as she can without scraping him. Her hand compensates for what parts of him she can't reach with her mouth, curved around him for support while stimulating the base with an occasional squeeze.
Through all this, she makes no indication she plans to move away once he lets go, a move she supposes counts as either fearless or dedicated depending on who you ask. Her eyes flick between looking down and locking on his, back and forth so she can monitor his reaction through it all. Something about seeing him so strained for release is incredibly arousing to her, and she relishes in the power it gives her while she still can.]
[There's certainly no time for thought towards potential scratches now, though he does keep from pushing forward or trying to choke her; he hadn't lived this long without developing restraint. Possibly too much restraint, perhaps; showing even this much response to her felt like a risk, and he'd probably be quite resentful if he knew she got a sense of power from it.
But though he likely could've waited for a bit longer, the firmness and consistency of Irhya's motions are an encouragement otherwise, and with nothing to gain from holding off, is willing enough to let her drag him over the edge. And when it finally occurs, his release is near-silent, eyes tightly shut, breath held as it shudders through him. And for a few seconds, he doesn't think of anything at all, aware of only his pulse, and a dim sense of relief.]
[The silence is mildly disappointing (though not surprising), but the way his knees tighten and his cock twitches in her mouth is unmistakable. She makes a sound that seems pleased as bitter salt hits her tongue, and she has to resist the urge to linger too long on him as the flow slows and the waves subside. Irhya pulls up with a very deliberate slurp, eases back, and smiles at him in hopeful anticipation.]
[Still catching his breath, fainter shivers gradually fading, his brief reverie is interrupted by Irhya's question. Opening an eye to look over at her, he makes a sound that's half-amused, as he stretches slowly, languorously, before settling back against the bed. His tone is entirely casual.]
I suppose a nap is out of the question.
[Not that he was that tired, just momentarily drained. In multiple ways, really, with the blood loss....]
[Well, it wasn't awful enough for him to complain. Perhaps he even enjoyed the dangerous element to it? It's a point of pride enough for her that she can still even do this with those predatory canines at all. She sits back, pulling her legs out from under her and stretching them out; then, crawling forward on all fours, she tips his chin up and kisses him, apparently uninterested in considering whether he actually wants to taste her mouth right now. Now that he's prompted her into it, she's not about to let him off until she's satisfied.]
[He certainly didn't have any complaints, despite being used as a test case for her fangs. It had worked out, in the end, which is what ultimately mattered. And momentary fatigue notwithstanding, he was unopposed to Irhya claiming her share of things. Especially since, well, it wasn't as though he wouldn't enjoy it anyway.
Letting his fingers rest against the side of her face, he deepens the kiss, apparently unbothered by catching any taste of himself in her mouth.]
[Energized by the rush of warmth after feeding, she nips on his lower lip with her front teeth, light and playful, and leans her weight into him. A part of her wouldn't even be opposed to making out for a while like this, trashy though it must seem from the outside. That their last two encounters ended in cuddling must be an odd sign of something she isn't privy to, but it's an issue she'll be more interested to dissect when she's not chomping at the bit for him.
When the kiss breaks, she pulls her face away and runs her tongue from the edge of his jaw down to the fresh bite mark again, swiping over it as if to both apologize and try to spur him on.]
Come onnnnnnn, I wanna fuck you so much--
[Well, at least she's not shy about admitting it.]
[Running his hands firmly down her sides, Emet-Selch makes an amused-sounding hum at Irhya's words, vaguely surprised and even more vaguely flattered, though he assumed that any warm body would've been about as acceptable.]
I thought I heard you say you could be patient.
[There's a mild sting as her tongue presses against the small wounds she'd left, but not an unpleasant one. Tilting his head, he almost mirrors her gesture, nipping at a similar spot on her neck. And even though his pulse had had time to quiet down a bit, it was given no opportunity to calm completely, that familiar tension starting to gather once more.]
Her mouth snaps shut, and she can only make a mollified noise, picking her head up and tipping it sideways to allow him better access. Her tail sways back and forth behind her, unable to contain itself, brushing the ends of his pant legs.]
Mmph. S'true, though...
[She arches lithely beneath his touch, creating a curve in her back that extends all the way to the tip of her tail. It's starting to feel almost like it did when she was a normal person in terms of temperature, so much so that Irhya swears she can feel some of the color returning to her skin.]
[He keeps his disbelief to a neutral-sounding hum, as he nips and licks his way across her neck and throat. And while he hadn't thought of her as dead before, only cold- Irhya definitely felt and seemed far more alive now.
Shifting a hand, he rubs at the base of her tail, before stroking over what he could reach of it. Flipping her skirt up with his other hand, he runs a palm over her ass, before squeezing and pressing her back down against him. A small sound is muffled against her skin, as he can feel himself start to harden anew, from the contact, and Irhya's newfound warmth.]
[Her tail elevates just slightly at the attention, and it causes her to make a deep, guttural growl of delight, one that evolves into a whine as a shudder skates up her back and causes the fur at the ends of her tail to stand on end. She needs no further encouragement to grind into him, breathing a short puff into his chest as her hands set on his shoulders for support. She may be warm now, but he is warmer, and she's still craving more, despite being sated on the feeding side of things.]
[The sounds she was making were another enticement, another encouragement. The sort of thing that has his blood running quicker, rubbing up to her body in response.
Altogether, it's not too terribly long Irhya has to wait, before he's properly aroused once more, wanting more than just the temporary satisfaction of grinding up against her. The benefit of having a relatively youthful host, the Ascian supposed.]
--That should be good enough, unless you would prefer to wait.
[Not that he waits for an answer; with another flick of a hand over her tail, he moves to start tugging downward at her smallclothes instead, pulling what he can out of the way.]
[She could turn it into a fully-fledged complaint, but ends up just rolling her eyes and helps him by pulling a leg free of her smalls, then her tail, letting them drop off her other leg. Then she's back with her knees spread over him.]
Speaking of waiting, though, did you not want to at least take the time to touch a little?
[It's ironic and she knows it, coming from the one who's been nothing but impatient for some relief the whole time, but given the size difference, she's beginning to think perhaps he'd better. She'd rather not explain an injury like that to Mira.]
[The comment gets her an annoyed look, as he waits for Irhya to finish repositioning herself.]
Once you decide what you want, be sure to let me know.
[And he sighs, shaking his head at her, even as he slides his hand back between her thighs. At least his fingers are warmer now, as they stroke firmly along wet flesh, eventually sinking two of them inside her body with a smooth pressure.]
[She swallows down the argument, her voice becoming unreliable the instant he pushes fingers inside her. At first, she tenses, the sudden intrusion causing her to skip a breath or two, and then lets go of it all at once in a shuddering sigh, her grip from within loosening bit by bit. There's a sharp tinge of want more that travels partially down the tether, coming to settle in the pit of her stomach as she grinds down onto his hand slightly.
It's funny; she thought she knew what she wanted perfectly well, but at the last possible moment, she's second-guessed herself yet again. Not about whether she wants it or not, but about how she wants it, and perhaps why; the needless internal warring engenders such frustration within her that she growls, solely at herself, and pulls him into another kiss, fierce enough to push him back flat onto the bed again.]
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Leaning back to look at his face, she grins, long canines glistening in the low light. It'd take a much more firm bite to drain him significantly, so just letting it bleed itself out sluggishly is enough that it should seal over without much of a mess. She can always lap up the remainder, anyway.]
Better than last time, would you say?
[She does not, however, take her weight off the rest of his body or relinquish him from her hand's up-and-down movements, instead making a coy face at him as she tries to decide what to do from here. It is rather nice to just use her hand while watching his reactions, she must admit...]
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And her words get a small sigh of sound, almost amused.]
Some marginal improvement, perhaps....
[It's a bit breathlessly spoken, despite his best efforts. Tension continues to ripple through him, the occasional breathy shudder. Was that faint lightheadedness from blood loss or desire- Emet-Selch couldn't tell. But it seemed to heighten the effect of her hand, in any case, and his eyes slip shut again, breathing unsteadily quick.]
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The temptation to use her mouth is strong, though the fangs may be cause for a bit of contention, and rightfully so. Instead, she rests his tip on the bed of her tongue, suckling gently on the head without taking too much for the teeth to be an issue. After that, her tongue travels up the underside of him, painting warm stripes as she encircles his shaft between thumb and forefinger at the base.
It's just a huge tease, in the end, and the lidded look she gives him all the while makes that clear. She doesn't plan to make it easy for him.]
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And though it all felt very good, there was also the edge of frustration, her various touches not promising any immediate relief. And as he half-opens his eyes to look down at her--
...Ah, she was trying to be difficult. And succeeding, to be fair, but it wasn't as though he couldn't be both patient and stubborn. So he settles back with a small huff, reaching down to stroke lightly at her hair; if Irhya wanted to try and drag this out, that was fine.]
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...Hells, they both must be crazy, for her to be doing this and him to be accepting it like nothing's wrong. But the thought only turns her on more, makes the rich feeling of heat dip low and settle in her lower belly. Pulling up and readjusting, she tries again, deciding it safer to focus on suction rather than movement. Each subsequent plunge downward has her pause to suck with varying intensity, her gaze fixed firmly on his face.]
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It was a dangerous game, perhaps, but Emet-Selch felt no real concern; whatever happened, happened. And though he appears relatively collected, his lips remain slightly parted, occasionally sucking in a sharper breath, fighting off a shudder. And his skin is faintly flushed, feeling somehow warmer, despite the transfer of blood.]
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Burrowing as deep as she can, she sucks hard as she begins to pull up, leaving him with a juicy pop and replacing her mouth with brisk strokes.]
But if I get you off now, we'll have to wait to do anything else... hmm...
[Perhaps getting a bit ahead of herself by thinking about things in rounds, but she's determined to get her share out of this, too. And if it means making him putty in her hand first, all the better.]
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Though he does make a vaguely disapproving noise as the heat of her mouth is replaced by the comparatively less interesting motion of her hand. Taking a moment to reply, his tone is low, but even- though containing a certain degree of tension.]
Well... that depends on how patient you're feeling. Try not to take too long deciding.
[His stamina was not infinite, considering the efforts she'd already put in.]
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[When it comes to teasing people, mostly. Anything else is a gamble.]
As fun as it sounds to tease you out of your wits, I suppose I won't leave you wanting, then. Time is still of the essence...
[Ears tilting forward half-consciously, she lowers her head and proceeds at a firmer pace, warmed to the task enough to relax her movements somewhat. More than anything, she's interested in seeing the fetters loosen, to hear and watch his control slip under the pressure. Her tongue flickers playfully under his frenulum, trying to coax him closer to the edge.]
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And seemed inclined to push things forward, rather than leave him in indefinite want. Digging one hand into the mattress beside him, his breath sharpens. He swallows back a louder sound as her tongue works at him, the shudders of tension running through him growing more insistent with each pass, the ache nearly uncomfortable.]
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Through all this, she makes no indication she plans to move away once he lets go, a move she supposes counts as either fearless or dedicated depending on who you ask. Her eyes flick between looking down and locking on his, back and forth so she can monitor his reaction through it all. Something about seeing him so strained for release is incredibly arousing to her, and she relishes in the power it gives her while she still can.]
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But though he likely could've waited for a bit longer, the firmness and consistency of Irhya's motions are an encouragement otherwise, and with nothing to gain from holding off, is willing enough to let her drag him over the edge. And when it finally occurs, his release is near-silent, eyes tightly shut, breath held as it shudders through him. And for a few seconds, he doesn't think of anything at all, aware of only his pulse, and a dim sense of relief.]
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Lovely. Do you need a moment?
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I suppose a nap is out of the question.
[Not that he was that tired, just momentarily drained. In multiple ways, really, with the blood loss....]
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[Well, it wasn't awful enough for him to complain. Perhaps he even enjoyed the dangerous element to it? It's a point of pride enough for her that she can still even do this with those predatory canines at all. She sits back, pulling her legs out from under her and stretching them out; then, crawling forward on all fours, she tips his chin up and kisses him, apparently uninterested in considering whether he actually wants to taste her mouth right now. Now that he's prompted her into it, she's not about to let him off until she's satisfied.]
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Letting his fingers rest against the side of her face, he deepens the kiss, apparently unbothered by catching any taste of himself in her mouth.]
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When the kiss breaks, she pulls her face away and runs her tongue from the edge of his jaw down to the fresh bite mark again, swiping over it as if to both apologize and try to spur him on.]
Come onnnnnnn, I wanna fuck you so much--
[Well, at least she's not shy about admitting it.]
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I thought I heard you say you could be patient.
[There's a mild sting as her tongue presses against the small wounds she'd left, but not an unpleasant one. Tilting his head, he almost mirrors her gesture, nipping at a similar spot on her neck. And even though his pulse had had time to quiet down a bit, it was given no opportunity to calm completely, that familiar tension starting to gather once more.]
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[Ah. She did say that, didn't she. Gods damn it.
Her mouth snaps shut, and she can only make a mollified noise, picking her head up and tipping it sideways to allow him better access. Her tail sways back and forth behind her, unable to contain itself, brushing the ends of his pant legs.]
Mmph. S'true, though...
[She arches lithely beneath his touch, creating a curve in her back that extends all the way to the tip of her tail. It's starting to feel almost like it did when she was a normal person in terms of temperature, so much so that Irhya swears she can feel some of the color returning to her skin.]
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Shifting a hand, he rubs at the base of her tail, before stroking over what he could reach of it. Flipping her skirt up with his other hand, he runs a palm over her ass, before squeezing and pressing her back down against him. A small sound is muffled against her skin, as he can feel himself start to harden anew, from the contact, and Irhya's newfound warmth.]
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Altogether, it's not too terribly long Irhya has to wait, before he's properly aroused once more, wanting more than just the temporary satisfaction of grinding up against her. The benefit of having a relatively youthful host, the Ascian supposed.]
--That should be good enough, unless you would prefer to wait.
[Not that he waits for an answer; with another flick of a hand over her tail, he moves to start tugging downward at her smallclothes instead, pulling what he can out of the way.]
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[She could turn it into a fully-fledged complaint, but ends up just rolling her eyes and helps him by pulling a leg free of her smalls, then her tail, letting them drop off her other leg. Then she's back with her knees spread over him.]
Speaking of waiting, though, did you not want to at least take the time to touch a little?
[It's ironic and she knows it, coming from the one who's been nothing but impatient for some relief the whole time, but given the size difference, she's beginning to think perhaps he'd better. She'd rather not explain an injury like that to Mira.]
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Once you decide what you want, be sure to let me know.
[And he sighs, shaking his head at her, even as he slides his hand back between her thighs. At least his fingers are warmer now, as they stroke firmly along wet flesh, eventually sinking two of them inside her body with a smooth pressure.]
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[She swallows down the argument, her voice becoming unreliable the instant he pushes fingers inside her. At first, she tenses, the sudden intrusion causing her to skip a breath or two, and then lets go of it all at once in a shuddering sigh, her grip from within loosening bit by bit. There's a sharp tinge of want more that travels partially down the tether, coming to settle in the pit of her stomach as she grinds down onto his hand slightly.
It's funny; she thought she knew what she wanted perfectly well, but at the last possible moment, she's second-guessed herself yet again. Not about whether she wants it or not, but about how she wants it, and perhaps why; the needless internal warring engenders such frustration within her that she growls, solely at herself, and pulls him into another kiss, fierce enough to push him back flat onto the bed again.]
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