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{白鐘 直斗} // Shirogane Naoto ([personal profile] pishirogane) wrote2019-03-18 07:26 pm
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[personal profile] topgun_textiles 2020-06-28 04:20 pm (UTC)(link)
[He could pick up on her reservation, those claws potentially running over his skin and harming him. He needed to reassure her.]

My hands are powers
They're just that good-


[He moved now, propped by wing claws to bring them upright. But as he crept over the edge of that nest and settled in it proper, he decided on a change of pace: He seemed to be growing with a casual little shake of his body, as if casually shaking off the last bits of his clothing. Fur sprouted from bare skin, teeth against her ear sharpened, but a long tongue drew over the shell, swept chroma to mend the marks here. Broad hands, now clawed, balanced her as he settled her in his lap and leaned back.

She wanted more, and he had so much more to give... the Astella went from man to beast.]


There's no need to ask, babe
I'll give it all to you
Anything you ask me
I'll give it all to you~


[His voice deepened, too, accommodated by the thicker throat. What parted her folds and sought to fill her was so much thicker as well, each firm pap of his hips against hers coaxing his knot to begin to form. What better way to ensure nothing would escape...?]
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[personal profile] topgun_textiles 2020-06-29 12:33 am (UTC)(link)
[Any building she wished to do, any alteration, books that begged to be eased open and explored, and nothing but the finest teas would decorate the nest... perhaps later she'd see some giant robot models hidden in there somewhere. This Ostella had been the very one in this Astella's mind.

To boot, she was a hell of a sight: The way her hips gyrated as he sank into her, sending another shot of pre-cum to drench her inner walls, a promise of what would be coming.]


There's no need to say a damn thing
Your actions are doing all the asking...


[He eased her back, he needed to taste her. As music thrummed through his mind, his tongue trailed and lingered at her neck, nestled where he could feel her hammering pulse. She wasn't alone; his was beating like crazy, too...]

I can feel your body trembling
Don't worry, I'm'a give it all to you~


[Long and maddeningly precise, his tongue circled a nipple and gave it a pluck. How could he neglect these...? Shame on him. Had he softer hands, he would play with her breasts. His mouth would do again. Wasn't any problem for him... even if they grew big and heavy again with no little mouths to feed just yet.

But oh, as he felt himself growing thicker again, he arched his hips and guided her to ride that bulb with an eager groan. Nearly there... it was nearly the perfect size to ensure no waste. He needed everything he had pumped into her. Though being a Sanguis ensured heavy loads, he was fully formed; his beloved Ostella, he hoped, would not be unsatisfied.]
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[personal profile] topgun_textiles 2020-06-29 02:16 am (UTC)(link)
[So impatient. He gave a low, rumbling laugh as he swept along the curves of her breasts, giving the other nipple the same cheeky strokes, coaxing this one to swell to meet its other. After hiding them for so long, he was relieved she was comfortable in showing them. But god, was it hard to gauge if there ever was a good time in private to catch her and just run his hands up her body on a normal day... in fact, it was a strong enough image that it slipped through, a desire to be more playful and be less shy.

Not that he had bashfulness now, working faster into her as he tipped his head to watch where they met, where his cock disappeared into her soaked sex. He pulled himself in closer, urgently stroking his knot to its full size against her as he lined himself up. His wing claws sought hold of her legs and lifted them high, angling her hips.

I'm coming...

Like a growled whisper right to the ear, words flowing through their link, coupled with a full-bodied caress as his abs visibly taught. With a growl he pushed firm, sliding that wide knot inside, the sensation a hot satisfaction blended with that electric pleasure. But what followed was another burst of ecstasy, the wave after wave that arrived with orgasm.

Her hips' angle let his cum pool inside, hot with chroma and bringing that odd tingle. As he continued to thrust, his knot pushed it all deeper, eased until he could go no deeper. He happily shared the sparks that flit through his mind with each throb that ran down his cock, each with another virile rope that wouldn't dare go to waste. As he purred, ground against her hips and nuzzled her face and neck, a clawed palm settled against her belly, as if to protect all the little ones as they were being made.]
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[personal profile] topgun_textiles 2020-06-29 03:46 am (UTC)(link)
[He felt that tingle over his stomach and shivered, couldn't help that rubbing in kind; shared sensation was tremendously encouraging... it told him these things felt so good...!

But her shout was like music on its own, sending a sharp zing up his spine. The heat pooled, the fullness was incredible. Kanji sailed along on impossible thoughts, images of sitting with her and touching her rounded stomach, of sharing a kiss together while proudly linked hand in hand over a nest full of eggs. Such a strange combination of sights, and yet nothing in his mind found anything odd. Weren't they both odd individuals as it was?

Over time the pumping ebbed, but that bulb would hold and they would remain locked together for the time. But even surrounded by what should have been distracting song and large shadows sailing over the treeline above, he never wanted to be anywhere else. He eased her legs down, helped get her comfy. Astella or no, he was always up for cuddling.]
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[personal profile] topgun_textiles 2020-06-30 04:57 am (UTC)(link)
[His arms happily brought her in, skin singing from the pleasant spark that flit from the touch of her lips to his chest. But perhaps it was only half thanks to chroma. The truth was things like this could have happened back home, too... he knew he'd feel that tingle, that wonderful warmth in his normal body as well.

His tail giving a joyous, content thump against the floor of the nest, he craned his neck and nuzzled her.

I love you.

Would that he could do this in his normal body, speak mind to mind and bring with it a river of emotions that jingled and played alongside the words, like so many harp strings plucked at once. Every time his gaze lingered on her during those days in Inaba, every battle against shadows together, every time he opened his mouth and failed to speak his heart, every quiet, private moment- though rare, thanks in part to Rise (as well-meaning as she was)- back home and now here on this wild alien planet... they were all moments he would treasure, moments he'd never forget.

And he was always ready to make more.]
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[personal profile] topgun_textiles 2020-06-30 07:29 pm (UTC)(link)
[He wanted to let her get a little extra sleep, and also check out all the things he'd gathered. After gently moving her and pulling up a blanket, he set out to get some breakfast for them.

He was just stepping out of the cafe with tea and muffins when a scream rattled around his brain, his heart set to race. It nearly sent Kanji off his feet when it caught him by surprise, but nothing about it sounded foreign.

It was frighteningly familiar.

The wings burst from his back without a thought and a conjured gale set him off and on his way. Something was wrong...! He needed to get back to the nest. Unsure of the range, he tried using his thoughts again, sent some reassurance. He was coming back.

Minutes later, he landed heavily, a plume of smoke and flame rolling from his lips as he stood and looked for any sort of threat. ...But really, he may not look quite as threatening when he held a drink tray and a cheery bag of muffins.]


Naoto! What's goin' on!?

[Wait. There's... nobody new here. He tread to the nest and started to climb in.]

Bunny, what's wrong?
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[personal profile] topgun_textiles 2020-06-30 08:17 pm (UTC)(link)
[He set everything down, relieved she didn't appear hurt or that something was- ...his eyes trailed, and he paused. When fully transformed, this did tend to happen and it was something he did feel some level of shame over because he always feared he would hurt her this way.

But this new. This was even more worrying...]


That... i-it never came out...?

[A useless remark, but a thought that went to his lips nevertheless. When knotted, it was meant to keep everything in, but once they finished, all it took was sliding out and everything would just... flow out. But they'd had sex the evening before. Why was it... still there?]
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[personal profile] topgun_textiles 2020-06-30 08:43 pm (UTC)(link)
[It's 'not that anymore'? But she only looked like she was... she was...! P-people didn't show that quickly! They'd only made love last night! Fortunately for him, his link only colored in confusion and nerves. Regardless of his own apprehension of hospitals, he nodded.]

Right. W-we should go now. Uhm- I-I brought... breakfast...??

[He was glad he got things to go, so they could at least caffienate and eat on the way there to better process what's happening. But if anyone would get to the bottom of things in a weird alien world, it was a weird alien doctor. At least now they won't question sexual history or any other prodding, embarrassing things this time. He hoped.]
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[personal profile] topgun_textiles 2020-06-30 09:01 pm (UTC)(link)
[Blood test. Already he felt a chill in the belly and a bit of shakes in his knees. But he had to hold himself together and she had a point- he remembered needing to fast before having blood drawn to make sure nothing was off.

He gave his wings a stretch and thought calm. Calm. Calm. Calm. There's no telling how many jitters they were sharing together. They had to work hard to keep things from getting out of control.]


Okay... that's fine. We can eat later. But if it's alright with you, I'd like to give you a lift there. S'faster.
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[personal profile] topgun_textiles 2020-06-30 09:27 pm (UTC)(link)
[He nodded and stooped to gather her up. The motion was so natural, second-nature even, but he knew that she was bothered with any notion of just how petite she was. Once she was secure, he sprung up and out of the nest. Tight control of magic wind stirred the trees overhead and parted them, granting an opening for the two of them to rise through. He'd picked a spot that had a lot of cover... to boot, god help anybody who stumbled on the nest and decided to do a little shopping.

It was strange, he noticed, as he started on the path to the district hospital. Last night everything was song and vibrant, incredibly sexual energy. But today it was quiet and warm, peaceful. Satisfied. What did that mean...?

Apprehensive to this vastly different environment, he pushed that aside. Instead, as he was receiving some odd pangs of queasiness, he offered more calm in kind. If Naoto was feeling nausea... b-but maybe it was nerves.]
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[personal profile] topgun_textiles 2020-06-30 10:35 pm (UTC)(link)
[It was automatic, an out-of-body experience. He landed and no sooner had his shoes touched the floor did he make his long strides into the hospital. He smelled the cleaning solution and so many white walls, and wanted to turn and walk right back out again.

Instead he swallowed it down, and stopped at the front desk. The poor receptionist had to put up with a man trying to keep his cool; they wouldn't sit in the seats and wait when nobody else was here. If there was a doctor, a nurse practitioner, anyone available who could see his mate- girlfriend, that would be fuckin' stellar, okay?

Symptoms? ...Nausea, body changes outside the norm. Discomfort. Fatigue. At least, that's what he was getting from the link. But rather than listen to the urgency to sit down and wait until they were called, he opted to pace. He... didn't wanna set her down, didn't want to sit and be stuck with his own thoughts, let alone have her be stuck with hers. They were a pair of worrywarts, that's for sure...]


It's gonna be fine. Whatever's goin' on, these guys'll get to the bottom of it. And then I'll do my part to help you get better, yeah?
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[personal profile] topgun_textiles 2020-06-30 10:56 pm (UTC)(link)
H-huh!?

[She got him to stop pacing. But he wondered why he needed to... needed to... okay, breathe in, breathe out. One, two. One. Two. He felt his heart slowing a bit, grateful for the oxygen when before he had gotten a little out of control.]

Right, I'm... I'm... right.

[God, why wasn't he over this yet? But maybe were this a normal check-up, he'd be handling it better. The uneasy feeling evaporated just a little further when he locked eyes with one of the doctors on duty, a very bat-like prismal who offered her best reassuring smile before beckoning them back. The smile faded to surprise with the speed with which Kanji followed. Ooo-kay. She figured the moonblessed had it more together, but you don't go to hospitals like these when you're entirely healthy. And look at the way he carried what she presumed to be the patient...]

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