[ It's hard to breathe like this, but she's not about to complain. If anything, it makes it all feel so much better, all raw heat and need, pleasure burning bright. Her blood sings with it. Yes, yes, yes. ]
[ He cums and she moans around him, drinking it down with relish. And … while she gentles, she doesn't stop; she wants to see just how far she can push him, wants to feel him shiver and shake and fall apart under her lips and tongue. ]
[His hips slow as he cums, thrusts hard, but with pauses in the middle, drawing out the feeling without seeking it in earnest, his fingers loosening as the orgasm subsides, panting hard, moans getting softer.]
[His grip is loose enough to pull away from. Except Tea doesn't as pleasure turns to oversensitivity. His breath hitches, looking down as Tea keeps going, and a whine leaves him, body shaking.] Oh gods...you're really gonna.... [Another whimper, squirming under her, biting his lip a moment.] I'm yours to wreck. D-do it.
[ He's all hers, completely at her mercy, pliant and wanting and trusting and beautiful … ]
[ She shifts her grip, lowering him down and pinning his hips to the bed. Her claws prick and knead, just barely shy of drawing blood. She slowly, gently licks him clean, tracing veins with her tongue, accidentally on purpose letting her fangs brush ever-so-delicately against heated, sensitive skin as she works her way up to suckle briefly on the head. Back down she goes, humming appreciatively through her purrs. ]
[She can feel his cock twitch in renewed interest at getting pinned, a small gasp leaving him as he squirms under her hands. He knows, with Wild City abilities, he doesn't have to be pinned.]
[He just really, really wants to be pinned. To be at her mercy because she won't really hurt him, and that just makes the feeling of claws, leaving red, but unbroken skin behind, the scrape of fangs all the more intense. Danger and light pain, but no harm, in contrast with gentle sucks and hums, the slow, careful trace of her tongue, a powerful mix.]
[Even after just cumming, his cock is twitching, already starting to react under her lips.] Gods....it..it hurts but in a g-good way. Fuck, it- [The moans the leave him are higher, more desperate, keening noises, fingers tightening and loosening in her hair.] You're so much-want you so much-
[ She pops off to grin, licking her lips; they're slick and reddened from the attention she's been lavishing on him. ]
You've got me.
[ Her voice is rough. Right now, she's as much his as he is hers. Every thought is of him, for him. ]
You're so good, Rye …
[ And with that she gets right back to it, kissing the tip and sinking down deeper. One hand leaves his hip while the other keeps him securely pinned, claws tracing wandering patterns up his abs, feeling him, learning his body. ]
[He flushes at the sight of her, lips so red, the want on her face, and the roughness of her voice. Rough because of how deep she had taken him.] Tea-
[Another obvious twitch from the praise, another whine and shiver.]
[He squirms under her hold, whimpering as her mouth is back on him, gasping hard and sharp when she moves deeper. Dedpite just cumming, despite oversensitivity, he's getting hard again, already half erect. Panting moans fill her group, back arching into her hand, places with old scars in particular getting whines from him.] Tea, my Tea-your mouth-claws-you f-feel so good- [He seems too overwhelmed to grip properly, sometimes tugging on her hair, other times scratching along the scalp, anything to try and work through hypersensitive nerves.]
[ His … What a nice thought. She lets out a quiet groan of appreciation around his cock, and another at the tugs and scratches, nuzzling up into his touch. Her fingers wander higher still, sometimes light as a feather against his heated skin, sometimes hard enough that she'll definitely leave a mark. Something for him to remember this by. ]
[ Her attentions are slower this time, more gentle by far. She's taking her time with it, and no matter how much he squirms, no matter how much he moans and whines, she keeps his hips pinned firmly to the bed. ]
[ Her questing fingers finally find his nipples, circling one with a teasing claw before she gives it a playful pinch. ]
[The light touches get small shivers and light scratches in her haur, the marks pull needy, loud groans, and a sharp tug, a fresh bit of pre from the tip of his cock.]
[His breathing is still rough, but more consistent with the slower pace, everything still intense and sharp.] Gods, you're so warm....my Tea, my.... [There's a word, a curiosity.] My alpha. So gorgeous-hot-and-and-
[He's still pinned, but there's a harder jerk under her hands as she pinches his nipple, a loud moan, fully hard under her tongue. One of his hands drift from her hair, a gentle brush along her jaw, around her gland.]
[Its a sudden, intense sensation that leaves him keening, whuch turns into whimpers as it suddenly stops, body arching under her.] Tea-
[It takes. A few moments for him to register that wasn't a taunting pull back.] Tea...? [There is concern in his tone, but its taking a bit to get his thoughts together.]
Less bold, mmm. [ She leans into the touch, briefly turning her head to drop a kiss against his fingers. ] Not that I'd mind choking on your dick! It's fun, too, but -
[ It's distracting and a danger and she's trying to focus on him right now ]
[ instead of verbalizing any of those thoughts, she takes him back into her mouth once again, this time stretching both hands up to pinch and play with his nipples, rolling them between her fingers. ]
[He goes bright red as she speaks.] I-well...there....there is definitely something to that feeling. [He licks his lips. He's tried it himself and distracting and dangerous is right.]
[Both ways because now he knows how Tea looks like that and it makes his cock twitch.]
[He gasps and falls back as her mouth returns, trembling under her and practically keening as her hands tease his nipples. Each pinch making him twitch in her mouth, more pre spilled on her tongue. His hands trail over hers, rubbing less deliberatrly and more to hold on.]
[ Pauses, her lips still stretched around him ... ]
Oooh, you liked it! [ She can't resist pulling up to make the comment, but neither can she keep herself off of him for long, lapping and kissing away the pre with a purr of appreciation. ]
[ With her hands so busy — and they sure are busy, she loves each and every one of his reactions and she wants more — he'll find himself no longer pinned. He'd keened so beautifully when she'd choked around him … As she bobs her head down, taking him to the hilt, she can't help thinking she really wouldn't mind doing it again. ]
[He's just getting redder by the moment, biting his lip.] I...I did. I do. F-feelimg how tight a throat can be around me. [He licks his lips again.] And. I like the feeling when a cock is stretching my throat. Both ways are really. Intense.
[The pause helped his brain be a little less mush, but its not lasting long, not with Tea's renewed attention. The fingers playing with his nipples getting shivers and hitched breaths. A hand remaining on one of her arms, the other moving to pet and tug on her hair as her mouth moves over him, pulling loud moans. There is a tremble through his body, an attempt to keep his hips still, until there's one pinch too much on his nipples, hips finally bucking up into that lovely heat.]
[ Oh, does she ever have a treat in store for him. ]
[ He can feel her almost laugh around him — a sound that chokes off when he bucks up. This time she doesn't pull away, relaxing her jaw, letting him in and holding herself there ]
[The laugh makes his toes curl, and he feels her tgroat convulse, tighten, and stay around him, and he lets out a keening whine. High and needy, and his hips start to thrust up. Not a desperate pace yet, but definitely some need, fingers tugging her hair.]
[ She only gets tighter when she tries to swallow, messy and wet and hot around him. It's hard to breathe but that's okay, it's more than okay; the ache is heady and it feels so, so good. Her heart races. ]
[The sounds are high and needy now, Rye writhing under her, head thrown back. His heart is racing, breathing quick and desperate.] Oh gods....your mouth-so good- [His hips keep thrusting up, getting a bit faster by the moment as over sensitivity mixes with building climax very quickly.]
[ It's a choked, needy little sound, and if her mouth and throat weren't so full of him it would've been his name. Stealing a deep a breath as she can through her nose, she plunges down to meet his next thrust, and the next after that. All she wants is to take him to pieces, to hear and feel and taste him falling apart for her, all for her. ]
[The vibrations cause a hitch in his breathing, back arching, hands clinging to her arm and her hair, pulling it, firm, but not too hard. His hips keep snapping up, needy, desperate, only getting more so when she meets him, and its intense and hot and her her her-]
[ She can't remember the last time she ached as badly as she does right now, her cock still sheathed but throbbing with want. Rye tugs hard at her hair and she moans around him; moans louder when he fucks up into her throat, again and again and again. There's nothing else but him and her, nothing else but the need, the pleasure between them. ]
[ Rumbles a half purr, half growl when he cums, swallowing greedily, if messily. She only pulls away when he relaxes, and she's slow about it, gently licking away the mess as she goes. ]
[Rye is holding on tight through his orgasm, hips moving more erratic instead of the persistent desperation, eager to moving into the heat and vibrations of her lovely mouth. His own noises high and loud as the sensation is drawn out, and slowly tapering off as he finishes. A few slow jerks, barely off the bed, before finally slumping down.]
[He's breathing heavy, face flushed, heart racing, as his grip finally loosens on Tea, one hand resting on her elbow, the other gently carding through her hair. Soft whines and sighs leaving him as she licks far too sensitive skin.] Gods, Tea....
[ If he thought she'd sounded wrecked before, it's got nothing on now. ]
You're a dream, Rye.
[ As much as she's enjoying the taste of him, and the feeling of his fingers petting through her hair, she forces herself to sit up and work on getting rid of the last few bits of clothing she's wearing. ]
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[ He cums and she moans around him, drinking it down with relish. And … while she gentles, she doesn't stop; she wants to see just how far she can push him, wants to feel him shiver and shake and fall apart under her lips and tongue. ]
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[His grip is loose enough to pull away from. Except Tea doesn't as pleasure turns to oversensitivity. His breath hitches, looking down as Tea keeps going, and a whine leaves him, body shaking.] Oh gods...you're really gonna.... [Another whimper, squirming under her, biting his lip a moment.] I'm yours to wreck. D-do it.
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[ He's all hers, completely at her mercy, pliant and wanting and trusting and beautiful … ]
[ She shifts her grip, lowering him down and pinning his hips to the bed. Her claws prick and knead, just barely shy of drawing blood. She slowly, gently licks him clean, tracing veins with her tongue, accidentally on purpose letting her fangs brush ever-so-delicately against heated, sensitive skin as she works her way up to suckle briefly on the head. Back down she goes, humming appreciatively through her purrs. ]
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[He just really, really wants to be pinned. To be at her mercy because she won't really hurt him, and that just makes the feeling of claws, leaving red, but unbroken skin behind, the scrape of fangs all the more intense. Danger and light pain, but no harm, in contrast with gentle sucks and hums, the slow, careful trace of her tongue, a powerful mix.]
[Even after just cumming, his cock is twitching, already starting to react under her lips.] Gods....it..it hurts but in a g-good way. Fuck, it- [The moans the leave him are higher, more desperate, keening noises, fingers tightening and loosening in her hair.] You're so much-want you so much-
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You've got me.
[ Her voice is rough. Right now, she's as much his as he is hers. Every thought is of him, for him. ]
You're so good, Rye …
[ And with that she gets right back to it, kissing the tip and sinking down deeper. One hand leaves his hip while the other keeps him securely pinned, claws tracing wandering patterns up his abs, feeling him, learning his body. ]
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[Another obvious twitch from the praise, another whine and shiver.]
[He squirms under her hold, whimpering as her mouth is back on him, gasping hard and sharp when she moves deeper. Dedpite just cumming, despite oversensitivity, he's getting hard again, already half erect. Panting moans fill her group, back arching into her hand, places with old scars in particular getting whines from him.] Tea, my Tea-your mouth-claws-you f-feel so good- [He seems too overwhelmed to grip properly, sometimes tugging on her hair, other times scratching along the scalp, anything to try and work through hypersensitive nerves.]
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[ My Tea ]
[ His … What a nice thought. She lets out a quiet groan of appreciation around his cock, and another at the tugs and scratches, nuzzling up into his touch. Her fingers wander higher still, sometimes light as a feather against his heated skin, sometimes hard enough that she'll definitely leave a mark. Something for him to remember this by. ]
[ Her attentions are slower this time, more gentle by far. She's taking her time with it, and no matter how much he squirms, no matter how much he moans and whines, she keeps his hips pinned firmly to the bed. ]
[ Her questing fingers finally find his nipples, circling one with a teasing claw before she gives it a playful pinch. ]
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[His breathing is still rough, but more consistent with the slower pace, everything still intense and sharp.] Gods, you're so warm....my Tea, my.... [There's a word, a curiosity.] My alpha. So gorgeous-hot-and-and-
[He's still pinned, but there's a harder jerk under her hands as she pinches his nipple, a loud moan, fully hard under her tongue. One of his hands drift from her hair, a gentle brush along her jaw, around her gland.]
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[ But it's the touch to her gland that really gets her. She very nearly chokes, her throat convulsing around him until she pulls back up with a gasp ]
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[It takes. A few moments for him to register that wasn't a taunting pull back.] Tea...? [There is concern in his tone, but its taking a bit to get his thoughts together.]
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[ but she's laughing, too, a sputtered, breathy hiccough of a sound ]
Startled me! [ whew. pats his hip fondly, bending her head to lick a long, wet stripe up along the underside of his cock ]
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[Then there's her tongue again and his breath hitched, fallibg back.] Less-bold touch? [His fingers trail over her cheek.]
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[ It's distracting and a danger and she's trying to focus on him right now ]
[ instead of verbalizing any of those thoughts, she takes him back into her mouth once again, this time stretching both hands up to pinch and play with his nipples, rolling them between her fingers. ]
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[Both ways because now he knows how Tea looks like that and it makes his cock twitch.]
[He gasps and falls back as her mouth returns, trembling under her and practically keening as her hands tease his nipples. Each pinch making him twitch in her mouth, more pre spilled on her tongue. His hands trail over hers, rubbing less deliberatrly and more to hold on.]
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Oooh, you liked it! [ She can't resist pulling up to make the comment, but neither can she keep herself off of him for long, lapping and kissing away the pre with a purr of appreciation. ]
[ With her hands so busy — and they sure are busy, she loves each and every one of his reactions and she wants more — he'll find himself no longer pinned. He'd keened so beautifully when she'd choked around him … As she bobs her head down, taking him to the hilt, she can't help thinking she really wouldn't mind doing it again. ]
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[The pause helped his brain be a little less mush, but its not lasting long, not with Tea's renewed attention. The fingers playing with his nipples getting shivers and hitched breaths. A hand remaining on one of her arms, the other moving to pet and tug on her hair as her mouth moves over him, pulling loud moans. There is a tremble through his body, an attempt to keep his hips still, until there's one pinch too much on his nipples, hips finally bucking up into that lovely heat.]
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[ He can feel her almost laugh around him — a sound that chokes off when he bucks up. This time she doesn't pull away, relaxing her jaw, letting him in and holding herself there ]
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[ It's a choked, needy little sound, and if her mouth and throat weren't so full of him it would've been his name. Stealing a deep a breath as she can through her nose, she plunges down to meet his next thrust, and the next after that. All she wants is to take him to pieces, to hear and feel and taste him falling apart for her, all for her. ]
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[He cums, hard, crying out her name.]
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[ She can't remember the last time she ached as badly as she does right now, her cock still sheathed but throbbing with want. Rye tugs hard at her hair and she moans around him; moans louder when he fucks up into her throat, again and again and again. There's nothing else but him and her, nothing else but the need, the pleasure between them. ]
[ Rumbles a half purr, half growl when he cums, swallowing greedily, if messily. She only pulls away when he relaxes, and she's slow about it, gently licking away the mess as she goes. ]
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[He's breathing heavy, face flushed, heart racing, as his grip finally loosens on Tea, one hand resting on her elbow, the other gently carding through her hair. Soft whines and sighs leaving him as she licks far too sensitive skin.] Gods, Tea....
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[ If he thought she'd sounded wrecked before, it's got nothing on now. ]
You're a dream, Rye.
[ As much as she's enjoying the taste of him, and the feeling of his fingers petting through her hair, she forces herself to sit up and work on getting rid of the last few bits of clothing she's wearing. ]
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