[ Kalmiya responds with a moan, the sound resonating through her chest and spreading along his skin, his nerves. The doubling effect from earlier comes back full throttle as he feels both the swollen flush of his erection and the hardening stir of hers. Maybe he should be more concerned about feeling like he's both out of his body and in it, but he has just enough mental capacity to process the heat of her mouth, the compression of her palms along his hips, the relentless and slick slide of her tongue.
What rhythm she's set drives everything else out of his head, leaving behind the white-hot lick of lust, his pulse loud in his ears. Just like a kick, he feels everything tipping, ready to go over the edge.
Except, she grabs ahold of him before gravity can take over, pausing her motions enough to give him space to breathe. And he does, a startled gasp undercut by a compressed whine as he's denied the release. She makes him wait for it long enough that words begin to trickle back onto his tongue, the delicious static receding from his mind just enough for reality to crowd back in.
Until she cuts whatever rope had kept him suspended, shoving him directly over the ledge with brutal efficiency. Fingers tighten their hold on her curls as he comes, his head tipping back with a long, low moan. ]
[An ear flicks and her delight pitches high over that wrecked little sound, feeding the surge of possessive need within her. The desperate curl of his fingers keeps her close, a hold that she doesn't fight even when it pins her against the needy final arch of his hips. A huff of labored breath escapes her nose from the momentary pressure on her airway as she swallows around him and greedily receives the evidence of his release in the process. The burst of hot fluid at the back of her throat floods her senses with cedar and citrus, prompting another gratified moan and shudder of the spine.
Even with the rattle of urgent need in her lungs, she breathes through the ride, one that's all the sweeter for the brief moment she denied him of it. Only once the twitch of him in her mouth calms does she begin to ease off. It's most of one slow pull interrupted by a final indulgent bob before she lets him slip from her mouth with a purposeful pop.
Her breaths come hard through her open mouth as she lets Arthur's thigh support the weight of her tilted head, his sweaty skin hot against her flushed cheek. The lines of his body look gorgeous from down here, painted in maroon lace and pink lights, an easy map of contours leading up to the bared column of his neck, where her token of affection has already darkened from its initial wine red. The curve of her mouth is distinctly pleased as she spots it, a tight, searing curl of satisfaction within the chuckle that escapes from under her breath.
There is the faint sound of something sweeping over fabric further down the bed. The culprit, as it turns out, is a single tail which has sprouted from the base of Kalmiya's spine at the height of this particular exchange. It's identical to her ears in dappled fuchsia coloration, and entirely unsubtle in the way its fluffy mass swings in a contented wag at Arthur's lovely state.]
[ A flare of possessiveness colors their connection, the bright flicker he catches as all of his senses flow out with the tide, pleasure sweeping across his nerves. Just as before, instead of filling him with dread or disgust, it puts a finer point on his need, the burn of it lasting longer. He wants to curl into her, let her sink her teeth into his skin and draw blood. To leave deep marks, ones that will take time to fade.
Riding the swell of that, along with the teasing suction of her mouth, has him squirming through the last moments of his release, the overstimulation a sweet kind of pain. Panting, his fingers loosen their hold on her curls, his thumb slowly tracing the sweaty edge of her hairline. Floral sweetness fills his lungs, her scent permeating the air in a way that makes him feel he can't get enough of it.
Slowly, he comes back to himself, peering down as he hears the sweep of something across the sheets. A breathy chuckle escapes as he sees she's sprouted a tail, the appendage wagging in her delight and rustling the fabric in the process. Shifting his hand from her neck to settle on the curve of her jaw, he swipes at a bit of moisture at the corner of her lips, his own tilting up in fond amusement. ]
[His compliment just gets the appendage in question swaying a little faster, the corner of her mouth quirking up further beneath his thumb. The shift of her head is just enough that she can brush a gentle kiss to the pad of it, lingering close as she speaks.] You think? Might not be as cute when the afterglow fades.
[Not that she's going to give that much of a chance to happen. She has to untwine her arms from his legs and put some intense focus into the shape of her left hand; while he seems to enjoy the bestial features overall, they'll be an impediment to the whim that's currently swept her up. Claws recede and fur thins until the golden shimmer of her skin is visible along the full length of her fingers again—her bright pink nails deliberately blunted.
She gives the digits an experimental flex and wiggle to test their new shape before settling her elbows underneath her. While one hand has returned to something more humanoid, the other remains under vulpine influence as she uses it to keep the panties stretched out of her way, prompting a tickle of destructive glee as the lace snags and snaps beneath her claws. For a moment her hungry gaze falls back between his legs, watching the slow drag of her knuckles along the lean line of muscle at his inner thigh as they venture higher and higher.
When the tips of her first two fingers brush the rim of his entrance, she's delighted to find it still well-lubricated—delight that's clear in her sparkling eyes and wolfish grin when she looks back up to his face and applies just a tease of pressure.]
[ Kalmiya, not cute? Somehow an impossibility. Especially difficult to imagine right now, with her impish smile pressed to his thumb. The curve of which becomes distinctly mischievous when she flexes her one hand, human shaped fingers fanning out, the other remaining with a claw snagged on the thin strip of fabric near the thong's panel. She barely exerts any pressure at all before the lace and cloth give way with a clean pop, the loose front bit fluttering to cover his balls.
Already caught in a bemused huff, the light drag along the inside of his thigh prompts a hiccuped laugh, muscles reflexively jumping at the contact. Shifting a bit, he props himself up some, leaning heavily on one elbow as her fingertips lightly graze his rim. Sucking in a breath, it's immediately released when she shoots him a toothy grin, adding pressure to the exploratory touch. A sigh shudders out of him and he doesn't hesitate to rock his hips downwards, the unnatural lubrication making the push against his hole easier. Greedy, he relaxes, letting out a moan as he feels the muscles give and her fingers start to slip in. ]
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Date: 2026-02-10 06:07 am (UTC)What rhythm she's set drives everything else out of his head, leaving behind the white-hot lick of lust, his pulse loud in his ears. Just like a kick, he feels everything tipping, ready to go over the edge.
Except, she grabs ahold of him before gravity can take over, pausing her motions enough to give him space to breathe. And he does, a startled gasp undercut by a compressed whine as he's denied the release. She makes him wait for it long enough that words begin to trickle back onto his tongue, the delicious static receding from his mind just enough for reality to crowd back in.
Until she cuts whatever rope had kept him suspended, shoving him directly over the ledge with brutal efficiency. Fingers tighten their hold on her curls as he comes, his head tipping back with a long, low moan. ]
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Date: 2026-02-12 06:57 am (UTC)Even with the rattle of urgent need in her lungs, she breathes through the ride, one that's all the sweeter for the brief moment she denied him of it. Only once the twitch of him in her mouth calms does she begin to ease off. It's most of one slow pull interrupted by a final indulgent bob before she lets him slip from her mouth with a purposeful pop.
Her breaths come hard through her open mouth as she lets Arthur's thigh support the weight of her tilted head, his sweaty skin hot against her flushed cheek. The lines of his body look gorgeous from down here, painted in maroon lace and pink lights, an easy map of contours leading up to the bared column of his neck, where her token of affection has already darkened from its initial wine red. The curve of her mouth is distinctly pleased as she spots it, a tight, searing curl of satisfaction within the chuckle that escapes from under her breath.
There is the faint sound of something sweeping over fabric further down the bed. The culprit, as it turns out, is a single tail which has sprouted from the base of Kalmiya's spine at the height of this particular exchange. It's identical to her ears in dappled fuchsia coloration, and entirely unsubtle in the way its fluffy mass swings in a contented wag at Arthur's lovely state.]
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Date: 2026-02-17 05:07 am (UTC)Riding the swell of that, along with the teasing suction of her mouth, has him squirming through the last moments of his release, the overstimulation a sweet kind of pain. Panting, his fingers loosen their hold on her curls, his thumb slowly tracing the sweaty edge of her hairline. Floral sweetness fills his lungs, her scent permeating the air in a way that makes him feel he can't get enough of it.
Slowly, he comes back to himself, peering down as he hears the sweep of something across the sheets. A breathy chuckle escapes as he sees she's sprouted a tail, the appendage wagging in her delight and rustling the fabric in the process. Shifting his hand from her neck to settle on the curve of her jaw, he swipes at a bit of moisture at the corner of her lips, his own tilting up in fond amusement. ]
The tail suits you, somehow.
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Date: 2026-03-01 06:43 am (UTC)[Not that she's going to give that much of a chance to happen. She has to untwine her arms from his legs and put some intense focus into the shape of her left hand; while he seems to enjoy the bestial features overall, they'll be an impediment to the whim that's currently swept her up. Claws recede and fur thins until the golden shimmer of her skin is visible along the full length of her fingers again—her bright pink nails deliberately blunted.
She gives the digits an experimental flex and wiggle to test their new shape before settling her elbows underneath her. While one hand has returned to something more humanoid, the other remains under vulpine influence as she uses it to keep the panties stretched out of her way, prompting a tickle of destructive glee as the lace snags and snaps beneath her claws. For a moment her hungry gaze falls back between his legs, watching the slow drag of her knuckles along the lean line of muscle at his inner thigh as they venture higher and higher.
When the tips of her first two fingers brush the rim of his entrance, she's delighted to find it still well-lubricated—delight that's clear in her sparkling eyes and wolfish grin when she looks back up to his face and applies just a tease of pressure.]
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Date: 2026-03-01 08:26 am (UTC)[ Kalmiya, not cute? Somehow an impossibility. Especially difficult to imagine right now, with her impish smile pressed to his thumb. The curve of which becomes distinctly mischievous when she flexes her one hand, human shaped fingers fanning out, the other remaining with a claw snagged on the thin strip of fabric near the thong's panel. She barely exerts any pressure at all before the lace and cloth give way with a clean pop, the loose front bit fluttering to cover his balls.
Already caught in a bemused huff, the light drag along the inside of his thigh prompts a hiccuped laugh, muscles reflexively jumping at the contact. Shifting a bit, he props himself up some, leaning heavily on one elbow as her fingertips lightly graze his rim. Sucking in a breath, it's immediately released when she shoots him a toothy grin, adding pressure to the exploratory touch. A sigh shudders out of him and he doesn't hesitate to rock his hips downwards, the unnatural lubrication making the push against his hole easier. Greedy, he relaxes, letting out a moan as he feels the muscles give and her fingers start to slip in. ]