No time to linger on blessings and gods. More tentacles, fewer or none at all, Naoto was still Naoto. And she always seemed to have a new way to throw him off his game.
He slid past her lips and he shivered, a shot of pre-cum painting her tongue. He wasn't sure how he managed, but he thought better of letting the fish remain on the burner. A quick flick of the stove's knob later, and Kanji left things to residual heat, letting things gently finish while he felt himself feeling quite soundly the opposite.
She took him in so deeply and he could swear something felt... different. Yet as he swallowed, fought to wet his mouth again, he couldn't form much in the way of thought:
"Gonna come-" God, it was too much. He hadn't touched himself in far too long and the spontaneity had thrown him for a wide loop. His mind spun as he hung his head, gasps for breath broken into not-so-soft groans. They didn't use the kitchen enough for this, did they? How many times did he peek at her backside while she checked the contents of the crockpot in the oven, or saw just a couple inches of bared collarbone beneath a stray speck of flour on the cheek? He wondered if- not IF, but how often- she thought the same way...?
The lights popped behind his eyelids when that climax tore through him, his outcry higher, more breathless than usual, his hips jerking once as his grip went firm atop her head. His seed was thicker tonight, potent... poor boy was perhaps more than a little backed up as he neatly filled her mouth.
The warning he was going to come only made her actions more enthusiastic, head bobbing faster, mouth drawing more into the back and actually trying her throat. Naoto wasn't thinking about much - she didn't when she got into this mood - but something was not... even allowing her to consider the usual limitations she might. She was focused on three things: cum, Chroma... and blood.
The throb on her tongue and lips had her head pushing forward, and breathing through her nose. Her eyes were dazed as he came, her cheeks filling but she was swallowing before they were packed, the new addictive heat rolling down her throat and settling into her stomach. There was an unmistakable wet spot in her pants.
With fire chroma charged somewhere in his core, his breaths brought with it plumes of warm steam. The fingers of his wings trembled against his shoulders as he felt his climax ebbing, sense returning to his head, his spare limbs more than prepared to grab hold of this very frisky Iris. She was a hell of a sight, especially like this... he couldn't take it anymore.
"C'mere," he purred, his fingers trailing over her head, down to trace along hers. He reached for her hands to guide her upright as his wing claws were far less subtle, set against the hem of her pants.
"I'd be a real bastard to leave ya hungry..." The claws curled, and set to the button and fly, muscle taut in tugging everything down. Off... these pants needed off. They didn't need a table or even these counters. As his arms opened and his gaze had turned smokier, his body all but screamed his impatience. There was no time to get naked; they'd only need enough bared to feast upon each other.
She swallowed every drop and looked up at him with her semi-glazed eyes, smiling and licking her lips. It looked like he was in a state too - good, that would make feeding so much easier. Rubbing against his hand, she allowed herself to be aided back to her feed, sighing when she felt his winged claws on her pants. Her own wings flapped in anticipation.
"But you wouldn't dare..." she whispered, not even stopping his efforts to take her pants off. It spread what arousal she had upon her inner thighs, but she wasn't embarrassed at all. No, she was just stepped into his arms to press against him, staring at him, legs parting to rub against his cock as she spoke again, purple eyes blazing. "Feed me~"
She knew him all too well. Especially in the present crisis, there was no excuse to leave anyone wanting, needing, hungering. With eyes a blazing purple, soaked thighs settling against the hips and all her heat running a demanding trail up and down his erection, she knew exactly how to set his blood on fire.
He lifted her upon her command, lined her up. His answer came in the form of a hard kiss, quenching and sharing unbearable heat as he drove his cock inside, still slick from her saliva from tip to hilt, until his bared skin was flush with hers. There he briefly shuddered, still tender from his climax but relieved to fill her again.
Naoto couldn't wait, and neither could he. Balanced in four limbs, he was able to work into her with ease, hardly drawing out halfway before a strong thrust connected them again and again.
Her heart was thrumming when he picked her up and it was a challenge letting him hilt himself inside her, but worth it. She kissed him back, hard, new fangs accidentally catching his lip to draw a little blood...
... but that made her thighs press hard against him, and her nails dug into her back in order to latch onto him. He could still rock her, but she was focused - her goal was so close. Gasping as she parted from his mouth, she panted before kissing him again... and again, moving down his chin, ears quivering as she heard his pulse, neared his throat, and soon, felt his vein pumping beneath her lips.
Just as hungry as he, and he tasted his own blood. Despite it all he didn't seem to mind; chroma would only seal it in moments. His focus was on being such a gracious host...
She latched on and his skin tingled, driving him onward. He was single-minded now, his breaths low and heady as he rode the waves of that strange alien energy coursing through them, enhancing each spark of friction that felt like it danced over every inch of his skin.
His kiss was breathless and lingered however long they could before she started her way down, his head practically automatic, spellbound as he tipped and exposed himself to her. His heart was pounding, that vein all but teasing his very hungry lover.
A guy his size could feed a number of night creatures for quite some time... but that would mean sharing.
He was lost in it, but she was aware, her mouth salivating the faster he worked - the more his blood pumped. Her lips pressed again, again, and again, sucking, nipping, and she gasped to keep him going until...
She couldn't wait any longer. Mouth opening, her elongated fangs skimmed against his skin until she located it with her tongue. A hearty vein throbbing beneath his skin, carrying swiftly circulating blood, and for a brief moment, he might feel her teeth puncture his skin to dig in and help herself.
Delicious... hot with a metallic tang syrup still flavored by that scents oozing off him, and pouring into her mouth.
Mmm... no. She would have this one... all to herself.
He'd grown accustomed to the occasional graze of teeth, even a latch that punctured skin. But nothing like this, a hot pinch that was like a dash of cold water to his senses, grounding him momentarily as he held her tighter; his hips jumped hard, his pace taken by surprise.
Yet despite all of that, as the hot blood flowed, there was no outcry of pain from him. Instead she could feel him shuddering, a cry of ecstasy rolling from clenched teeth as his mind was flooded with everything akin to the rush of emotion that usually came with that sweet peak of orgasm.
He wasn't sure what was happening, only that it drove him harder, faster, fully drunk without a drop to drink, calling her name like all other words were gone. Little more... little more and he'd fill her here, too...
For a second, at his buck, she feared he might try pulling her off and clung to him harder. However, her fear was unfounded for the next thrust came harder, faster, and had her moaning into his throat.
She drew in more, the heat of her delectably sharp drink further the spread of warmth rising from her loins. His voice was a breath, a repeated call of her name making her giddy and desiring more - but... that would have to be again as her insides squeezed and she felt herself come and gasp against his skin.
But where was the usual dizziness that accompanied?
There was something hungry, something that matched a heat that spread through their link. It was something he'd felt before, but only when he sank his teeth deep into something rare, something bordering on raw. It was a bone-deep satisfaction, everything that made that wolfish half of his brain sink and sigh in bliss.
It tore him down with him, setting his body alight with a tingle that spread down his spine and out to his fingers and toes, teeth grit as he growled his way through his climax. Higher and higher his mind spun, his heart pounding as the sharp throb that sang through his body beat along in kind.
His breaths were soon shallow, heavy. Bleeding... he was bleeding. Did she require blood now, or was this something new she wished to try...?
He made no move to pull away from her. Instead he held her closer, his head feeling like it was full of fireworks as he kissed along small etchings on her shoulder, a place he'd marked before. Had he been a good host?
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Date: 2020-11-08 05:24 am (UTC)From:He slid past her lips and he shivered, a shot of pre-cum painting her tongue. He wasn't sure how he managed, but he thought better of letting the fish remain on the burner. A quick flick of the stove's knob later, and Kanji left things to residual heat, letting things gently finish while he felt himself feeling quite soundly the opposite.
She took him in so deeply and he could swear something felt... different. Yet as he swallowed, fought to wet his mouth again, he couldn't form much in the way of thought:
"Gonna come-" God, it was too much. He hadn't touched himself in far too long and the spontaneity had thrown him for a wide loop. His mind spun as he hung his head, gasps for breath broken into not-so-soft groans. They didn't use the kitchen enough for this, did they? How many times did he peek at her backside while she checked the contents of the crockpot in the oven, or saw just a couple inches of bared collarbone beneath a stray speck of flour on the cheek? He wondered if- not IF, but how often- she thought the same way...?
The lights popped behind his eyelids when that climax tore through him, his outcry higher, more breathless than usual, his hips jerking once as his grip went firm atop her head. His seed was thicker tonight, potent... poor boy was perhaps more than a little backed up as he neatly filled her mouth.
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Date: 2020-11-08 08:03 pm (UTC)From:The throb on her tongue and lips had her head pushing forward, and breathing through her nose. Her eyes were dazed as he came, her cheeks filling but she was swallowing before they were packed, the new addictive heat rolling down her throat and settling into her stomach. There was an unmistakable wet spot in her pants.
She needed more.
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Date: 2020-11-08 11:37 pm (UTC)From:"C'mere," he purred, his fingers trailing over her head, down to trace along hers. He reached for her hands to guide her upright as his wing claws were far less subtle, set against the hem of her pants.
"I'd be a real bastard to leave ya hungry..." The claws curled, and set to the button and fly, muscle taut in tugging everything down. Off... these pants needed off. They didn't need a table or even these counters. As his arms opened and his gaze had turned smokier, his body all but screamed his impatience. There was no time to get naked; they'd only need enough bared to feast upon each other.
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Date: 2020-11-09 08:35 am (UTC)From:"But you wouldn't dare..." she whispered, not even stopping his efforts to take her pants off. It spread what arousal she had upon her inner thighs, but she wasn't embarrassed at all. No, she was just stepped into his arms to press against him, staring at him, legs parting to rub against his cock as she spoke again, purple eyes blazing. "Feed me~"
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Date: 2020-11-09 08:38 pm (UTC)From:He lifted her upon her command, lined her up. His answer came in the form of a hard kiss, quenching and sharing unbearable heat as he drove his cock inside, still slick from her saliva from tip to hilt, until his bared skin was flush with hers. There he briefly shuddered, still tender from his climax but relieved to fill her again.
Naoto couldn't wait, and neither could he. Balanced in four limbs, he was able to work into her with ease, hardly drawing out halfway before a strong thrust connected them again and again.
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Date: 2020-11-09 08:54 pm (UTC)From:... but that made her thighs press hard against him, and her nails dug into her back in order to latch onto him. He could still rock her, but she was focused - her goal was so close. Gasping as she parted from his mouth, she panted before kissing him again... and again, moving down his chin, ears quivering as she heard his pulse, neared his throat, and soon, felt his vein pumping beneath her lips.
Right there...
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Date: 2020-11-10 05:35 am (UTC)From:She latched on and his skin tingled, driving him onward. He was single-minded now, his breaths low and heady as he rode the waves of that strange alien energy coursing through them, enhancing each spark of friction that felt like it danced over every inch of his skin.
His kiss was breathless and lingered however long they could before she started her way down, his head practically automatic, spellbound as he tipped and exposed himself to her. His heart was pounding, that vein all but teasing his very hungry lover.
A guy his size could feed a number of night creatures for quite some time... but that would mean sharing.
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Date: 2020-11-11 08:49 am (UTC)From:She couldn't wait any longer. Mouth opening, her elongated fangs skimmed against his skin until she located it with her tongue. A hearty vein throbbing beneath his skin, carrying swiftly circulating blood, and for a brief moment, he might feel her teeth puncture his skin to dig in and help herself.
Delicious... hot with a metallic tang syrup still flavored by that scents oozing off him, and pouring into her mouth.
Mmm... no. She would have this one... all to herself.
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Date: 2020-11-12 08:33 pm (UTC)From:Yet despite all of that, as the hot blood flowed, there was no outcry of pain from him. Instead she could feel him shuddering, a cry of ecstasy rolling from clenched teeth as his mind was flooded with everything akin to the rush of emotion that usually came with that sweet peak of orgasm.
He wasn't sure what was happening, only that it drove him harder, faster, fully drunk without a drop to drink, calling her name like all other words were gone. Little more... little more and he'd fill her here, too...
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Date: 2020-11-17 04:26 am (UTC)From:She drew in more, the heat of her delectably sharp drink further the spread of warmth rising from her loins. His voice was a breath, a repeated call of her name making her giddy and desiring more - but... that would have to be again as her insides squeezed and she felt herself come and gasp against his skin.
But where was the usual dizziness that accompanied?
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Date: 2020-11-17 05:03 am (UTC)From:It tore him down with him, setting his body alight with a tingle that spread down his spine and out to his fingers and toes, teeth grit as he growled his way through his climax. Higher and higher his mind spun, his heart pounding as the sharp throb that sang through his body beat along in kind.
His breaths were soon shallow, heavy. Bleeding... he was bleeding. Did she require blood now, or was this something new she wished to try...?
He made no move to pull away from her. Instead he held her closer, his head feeling like it was full of fireworks as he kissed along small etchings on her shoulder, a place he'd marked before. Had he been a good host?